Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 48: backward

Miki collapsed backward, her body slumping in a haze of bliss, a dazed, satisfied smile curling her lips as she panted, her discarded bloomers leaving her thighs bare and trembling.

Reina tugged at Kota’s arm, her violet eyes pleading, her voice a desperate whisper.

"One more. Just one—" Her long black hair clung to her flushed face, her blouse partially unbuttoned, revealing the curve of her D-cup breasts.

Kota knelt before her, sucking gently on her nipple through the fabric, then trailed his tongue down her trembling stomach, the warmth of his breath teasing her skin.

Her thighs parted instantly, and he slid his fingers into her slick folds, working her with precise, gentle strokes as she whispered his name, her submissive obedience fully surrendered.

Reina: 3/3

Reina fell back with a gasping moan, her body shuddering, her breasts heaving as waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her limp and breathless.

Aika was close behind.

Kota guided her hand to her clit, his fingers brushing hers as he showed her the rhythm, his touch a quiet command. He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Now," he whispered, his voice a velvet order. "Don’t hesitate."

She obeyed, her fingers moving faster, her breath hitching as her body tensed.

Her climax hit with a soft, shuddering moan, her regal facade crumbling as her thighs quivered, her bare breasts glistening under the chamber’s flickering light.

Aika: 3/3

Miki, Reina, and Aika slumped against their altars, their bodies glowing with the warm, post-orgasmic daze, their breaths uneven, their skin slick with sweat, the air thick with the musky scent of their shared ecstasy.

Time Remaining: 0:17

Kota turned, his heart lurching as he caught sight of Yuri grinding furiously into her emerald-glowing seat.

Her skirt was hiked to her waist, her panties pushed aside, her thick curves trembling as she chased another high.

Her hands gripped the seat’s edges, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in a breathless moan, her face flushed with a reckless, adrenaline-fueled desire that drowned out all caution.

"No—Yuri! Stop! You already cleared—!" Kota shouted, his voice slicing through the chamber’s sensual hum.

But Yuri was lost, her glassy gaze unfocused, her breaths shallow and erratic.

Her fingers worked beneath her blouse, teasing her stiff nipples, her hips rolling with wild abandon against the seat, pushing herself beyond the trial’s limits.

Yuri: 3/3

Warning: Threshold Limit Approached

Kota sprinted toward her, his pulse hammering in his chest. "YURI!"

But her eyes rolled back, her body bucking as a deep, throaty moan tore from her throat.

Her fourth orgasm crashed through her, her legs stiffening, her plush thighs quivering violently as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, oblivious to the consequences.

Yuri: 4/3

Her breath caught, a sharp gasp cutting through her moan.

The seat beneath her pulsed ominously, its emerald glow twisting into a menacing red, the chamber’s hum deepening into a low, threatening vibration.

The projection above flickered with an urgent warning, the air growing heavy with the weight of a hidden penalty triggered by Yuri’s reckless pursuit of ecstasy.

The cold metal ribbons that bound her were deceptively warm, fueled by the heat of her lingering release, wrapping around her trembling form like a lover’s embrace turned cruel.

Yuri let out a strangled gasp, her thick curves still shuddering from the high of her climax, her skirt pooled at her knees, her panties pushed aside.

The first ribbon snaked around her plush thigh, its touch searing yet intimate.

She froze, her half-lidded eyes widening with a flicker of panic.

Kota, breathless from his sprint across the chamber, reached out, his voice raw. "Yuri—get off it!"

But Yuri could only stare as the ribbon coiled higher, winding around her hip and chest, pressing into her bare, sweat-slicked skin.

A second band curled around her waist, a third twisted beneath her ribcage, each tightening with a possessive grip.

The toy beneath her, its emerald glow now a menacing red, hummed with a dark, insistent bassline, its vibrations shifting from pleasure to something far more ominous.

Miki’s voice cracked, high and desperate.

"Kota, do something!" She stood trembling, her orange ponytail swaying, her sun-tanned skin pale with fear as she clutched her discarded bloomers.

Kota lunged at the ribbons, his arms flexing, muscles straining as he pulled with all his strength.

The bands slipped through his fingers, moving with a serpentine will of their own, defying his efforts.

Reina surged forward, her violet eyes wide with terror.

"Help her!" she cried, grabbing Kota’s arm, her long black hair clinging to her tear-streaked face, her breasts heaving against her partially unbuttoned blouse.

Aika sank to her knees, her glasses fogging as tears shone in her eyes.

"What is it doing to her?" Her voice was a whisper, her strict composure shattered, her sheer black pantyhose gleaming as she stared in horror.

The toy pulsed harder, and Yuri bucked involuntarily, her body caught between ecstasy and collapse.

Kota cradled her, his hands gentle but desperate as he tried to free her thigh, his fingers brushing her trembling skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath shallow.

"Too... good... Kota," she whispered, her voice small, delirious, a soft, quivering laugh breaking through—half pleasure, half surrender.

The vibrations intensified, the toy’s hum growing predatory. Kota’s heart froze. He shook her gently, his voice urgent.

"Yuri? Stay with me—!"

Another ribbon shot up, wrapping around her chest, squeezing her taut.

Yuri’s breasts pulsed, her eyes snapping open, wide and unseeing.

"Can’t... stop..." she gasped, her words ragged, her body arching in forced ecstasy, her lips parting in a moan that mingled pleasure with pain.

Kota pressed his fingers to her cheek, her skin blistering with unnatural warmth.

"T-try to breathe—" he whispered, his voice breaking.

The toy glowed white-hot, the chamber’s lights dimming, leaving only the toy’s hellfire radiance.

Yuri’s moan sharpened, then fractured into a long, ragged quake.

The ribbon at her neck tightened, and she coughed, the sound a jarring blend of physical pain and fading pleasure.

"I... hit... fourth," she trembled, her voice barely audible, a final confession.

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