Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 50: clung

Her bloomers clung to her thighs, her busty chest heaving as she fought to breathe through her grief.

Reina draped her jacket over Yuri’s legs, a soft blanket, a token of remembrance.

She folded close, her long black hair falling over her face as she brushed away tears, her fingers lingering on the crystal as if willing Yuri to wake.

Aika took two slow steps forward, her hand resting lightly atop the jacket-bundled statue—a gesture both intimate and distant, her touch a quiet acknowledgment of loss.

Her glasses slipped slightly, but she didn’t adjust them, her focus on the moment, on Yuri.

Kota exhaled, his breath ragged.

He clasped his hands together, whether in prayer or desperation, and whispered, his voice raw with emotion, "We continue. For you."

The silence held no reply, but the stone doors rumbled, their bars shifting with a heavy clank. A projection flickered to life, its cold, mechanical words slicing through the grief.

"Welcome, Subject Group.

Level 5: ’Obedience or Death’ Acclimatization Chamber Onward."

Miki’s sob caught in her throat, her trembling shoulders bracing as she glanced at Aika.

Aika nodded once, sharp and deliberate, her eyes steely, rallying them against the looming challenge.

Kota reached down, his hand brushing Yuri’s crystalline cheek, cold and unyielding.

He tucked a loose strand of her glass-like hair behind her ear, a final gesture of care.

His throat tightened, but he turned toward the door, his voice low but resolute. "Let’s go."

The group moved forward, their steps heavy, the rose-gold light casting long shadows as they left Yuri’s statue behind, a crystalline sentinel in the silent stairwell.

The Threshold Chamber beyond the stairwell was a stark contrast to the rose-gold warmth above, its air cold and still, devoid of the sensual hum that had defined the previous trials.

The faint, low breath of ancient magic pulsed beneath their feet, a somber reminder of the dungeon’s unyielding presence.

Four small alcoves, carved chest-high into the far wall, were flanked by stone engravings of eyes closed in mourning, their solemnity casting a heavy silence over the group.

Kota, Miki, Reina, and Aika paused, their grief-worn faces reflecting an instinctive understanding.

This was a memorial chamber, a sacred space to honor Yuri, whose crystalline form remained at the stairwell’s edge, frozen in eternal rapture.

The architecture didn’t demand offerings, but the ache in their chests—the raw, unspoken need to remember—compelled them forward.

Kota stepped first, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes fixed on his hands where faint traces of Yuri’s crystalline shimmer clung like diamond dust.

From his wrist, he removed a plain black wristband, its edges frayed from wear, and placed it gently into the first alcove.

"She used to mock me for wearing this," he said, his voice low, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "Called it ’edgelord gear.’ She wasn’t wrong." He turned away, his gaze dropping to hide the glimmer of tears threatening to spill.

Miki followed, her sun-tanned fingers trembling as she clutched a small fox idol, its carved surface worn smooth from years of devotion.

She pressed it into the second alcove beside Kota’s wristband, her voice a fragile whisper.

"You told me they were lucky," she said, her eyes brimming with tears, her orange ponytail swaying as she leaned forward. "Hope it brings you luck... wherever you are."

Her busty chest heaved with a stifled sob, her gym bloomers clinging to her thighs, a stark reminder of the trials they’d endured together.

Reina moved silently, her long black hair framing her pale, grief-stricken face.

She reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew a folded note, its paper softened at the corners from countless touches.

Without unfolding it, she tucked it into the third alcove and stepped back, her violet eyes glistening.

Her thigh-high socks shifted slightly as she moved, her breasts rising with a shaky breath.

"What was it?" Miki asked, her voice soft, almost afraid to break the moment.

"Yuri helped me write it," Reina replied, her tone hollow but steady. "Once. When I was scared."

Her fingers lingered near the alcove, as if reluctant to let go of the memory.

Aika came last, her posture rigid, her glasses catching the chamber’s dim light.

From her waist, she untied a thin silver ribbon, its smooth surface glinting faintly, a personal token she’d never mentioned before.

She twisted it around her fingers, pausing as if weighing its significance, then laid it gently into the final alcove.

"You were fire," she said, her voice clear and resolute, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of pain. "Now you’re a flame that stays with us."

Her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt framed her elegant form, her loosened blouse a subtle nod to the vulnerability she’d allowed herself in Yuri’s presence.

As the four offerings settled into the stone, the wall behind the alcoves pulsed, a warm, mournful orange light spreading gently around them, bathing the chamber in a soft glow that felt like a quiet embrace.

The dungeon’s monotone voice echoed, understated yet final:

"Tributes accepted. Proceed when ready."

Kota stepped back, his jaw tight, his hands flexing as if to shake off the weight of grief.

Miki, Reina, and Aika moved beside him, their faces shaken but resolute, their shared loss forging a silent bond.

Miki’s tears still glistened, Reina’s shoulders trembled, and Aika’s stoic facade held firm, but they stood together, upright, united in their determination.

Kota nodded once, his voice low and steady despite the raw edge of sorrow. "We go on."

And they did, their steps heavy but purposeful, carrying Yuri’s memory as they faced the looming trials of Level 5.

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The door sealed shut behind them with a low, grinding thud, cutting off the flickering rose-gold light of the corridor.

The new chamber pulsed with a deep, visceral red, like blood trapped just beneath the surface of skin.

Smooth black stone walls gleamed, etched with glyphs that seemed to breathe, their faint glow rising and falling in rhythm with an unseen pulse.

The air was warm, thick, and heavy with a presence that felt alive, watching, waiting.

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