Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 49: more

Kota shook his head, desperation clawing at him. "Yuri, no!"

But the magic overrode his pleas.

A cold, flaring energy spread through her, a flicker of green shimmering across her flushed skin. She gasped one last time, her voice splitting into a soft, broken wail.

"No... more..."

Then—silence.

Yuri collapsed into Kota’s arms, her body no longer soft but hard, unyielding, like shards of glass.

Her skin glinted, crystalline and cold, her warmth drained in an instant.

Kota froze, his hands trembling as he held her, her weight wrong, lifeless.

Miki and Reina wept openly.

Miki pressed her sleeve to her mouth, hiccupping, her body shaking as she stared at Yuri’s form.

Reina sank to her knees, unmoving, her hands covering her face, her sobs muffled but raw.

Aika rose in a blur, her voice quiet but fierce.

"No—this wasn’t supposed to happen." Her glasses slipped, her tears falling freely, her hands clenched into fists as she fought her grief.

The toy buzzed again, its volume lower, mocking.

A read-out flickered behind them.

"Overstimulated Subject: Integration Complete.

Subject Transformed.

Trial Success."

Kota’s gaze shifted to the pedestal.

Yuri lay there, her body transformed into a crystalline statue, frozen mid-orgasm, her eyes wide, her mouth parted in a rapturous expression.

Her long hair fanned out like waves of glass, her fingers curved as if still reaching for something—or someone.

Her thick curves, once soft and inviting, were now cold, unyielding, a haunting monument to her reckless desire.

Miki’s sobs grew louder, her body collapsing forward as she knelt beside the statue, her hands hovering but not touching, afraid to confirm the reality.

Reina’s face remained buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent grief.

Aika placed a trembling hand on Kota’s shoulder, her touch light but steady.

He looked at her, then back at Yuri, his throat tight, his eyes burning.

The projection shifted, its cold words a cruel epitaph.

"Remaining Participants: 3. Trial Cleared. Proceeding..."

A chime rang, sharp and final.

The chamber door slid open with a slow, mechanical groan, rose-gold light spilling inward, warm and mocking against the cold crystal of Yuri’s form.

Kota lifted Yuri’s statue, his arms straining under her unyielding weight.

He carried her a short distance, placing her gently against the pedestal’s base, her crystalline form catching the light in a way that was both beautiful and heartbreaking.

He pressed his hand to her cheek—no warmth, no give, just the cold reality of her loss.

Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over as he fought to steady his breathing.

He looked at the others—Miki, Reina, and Aika, their faces bruised with grief, their breaths wounded and uneven.

"We... we have to go," he said, his voice raw, barely above a whisper.

Miki clung to his hand, her fingers trembling, her sobs choking her words. Reina’s voice was hollow, barely audible. "She... she wanted to win."

Aika whispered, her tone heavy with guilt, "She did."

The rose-gold light pooled around their feet, each step down the stairwell reverberating like an accusatory whisper in the oppressive silence.

Grief anchored their movements, a heavy chain binding the group as they descended.

Kota carried Yuri’s crystalline statue in his arms, her unyielding weight a physical and emotional burden.

Her frozen form, mid-orgasm, was both a haunting beauty and a cruel reminder of their failure.

Miki staggered a pace behind, her sun-tanned fingers clutching her gym bloomers as if they could shield her from the sinking reality.

Reina walked beside them, her violet eyes locked on Yuri’s unmoving figure, her face a pale canvas of sorrow.

Aika brought up the rear, her posture rigid, her long brown hair loose, her stoic facade masking a storm of guilt and loss.

The stairwell’s smooth stone walls, polished by eons of footsteps, loomed ominously, absorbing their grief into the stale, musky air.

With each downward step, Yuri’s crystalline surface grew colder under Kota’s fingers, her warmth replaced by an alien chill that clawed at his heart.

Miki pressed a trembling hand to her lips, stifling a sob that threatened to shatter her.

Her eyes, red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, darted to Yuri’s statue—her glass-like arm, half-lace, half-jagged, a frozen echo of her vibrant life.

Every few steps, Miki reached out, her fingers brushing Yuri’s arm with slow, ritualistic care, as if afraid to disturb a sacred relic.

Her steps faltered, and Kota adjusted his hold, his muscles straining to carry the statue’s weight, his jaw tight as his heart twisted with each glance at her lifeless form.

Reina’s gaze never wavered from Yuri, her breaths shallow, punctuated by trembling gasps that sounded like unspoken prayers.

She clutched her jacket over one arm, its fabric a shield against her grief, a silent offering to the friend she’d lost.

Her movements were deliberate, her skirt brushing against Yuri’s crystalline hem—a fleeting, tender caress of memory.

Her breasts rose and fell with each uneven breath, her blouse slightly askew, a testament to the trials that had stripped away her usual composure.

Aika walked with her eyes closed, her chest steady but her shoulders betraying the effort to hold herself together.

Her release in the previous chamber had been quiet, controlled, but the weight of Yuri’s loss carved deep lines into her stoic resolve.

She avoided looking at the statue, her glasses catching the rose-gold light, until they reached the landing.

There, she paused, her fingers grazing Kota’s shoulder—a brief, human touch meant to anchor him, a silent vow to share the burden of their grief.

No one spoke as they reached the massive rune-etched stone doors, their presence looming like a judgment.

Kota knelt, placing Yuri’s statue just inside the open platform with a reverence reserved for a fallen comrade.

Her crystalline form gleamed, her eyes wide, her mouth parted in eternal rapture, a haunting monument to her reckless pursuit of pleasure.

Miki fell to her knees beside Yuri, her fingers trembling as they traced the smooth, cold surface of her face.

Tears spilled freely, glinting like rain in the ambient glow, her sobs muffled but raw.

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