Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 51: Card Game 1

At the chamber’s heart stood a low stone altar, its surface pristine save for a perfect fan of cards, each shimmering with a soft, ominous black glow.

No markings, no text—just raw, unreadable potential humming with latent magic.

Kota took a single step forward, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned the altar.

The air seemed to tighten around him, the weight of the trial pressing against his chest.

Then the voice came, a feminine purr—mechanical, sensuous, and chillingly detached.

"Trial Phase Initiated.

Draw one card.

Selected act must be performed fully and without interruption.

Target will be marked.

Failure to comply or loss of synchronization: Subject will experience irreversible orgasmic overload and terminate."

Miki let out a small whimper, her sun-tanned skin paling as she clutched her gym bloomers, her orange ponytail swaying with her trembling.

"Terminate...?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes wide with fear.

Aika’s fists clenched at her sides, her glasses catching the red glow, her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt accentuating her rigid posture.

"This dungeon’s sick," she spat, her voice sharp but tinged with dread. "Every level just gets worse."

Reina took a step back, her violet eyes darting to the cards, her long black hair framing her anxious face.

"How do we know what’s on them?" Her thigh-high socks shifted as she moved, her D-cup breasts rising with a shaky breath.

"We don’t," Kota said, his voice steady but strained in the heavy air. "Not until we draw."

He met each girl’s gaze—Miki’s trembling fear, Reina’s quiet sorrow, Aika’s stoic resolve—three survivors bound by loss and determination.

"I’ll draw first," he declared, his tone resolute. "It won’t pick you unless it says so."

Miki’s lip quivered, her hands twisting in her bloomers. "K-Kota, what if—what if it’s something w-we can’t—?"

He turned to her, his eyes sharp but warm, a pillar of strength. "Then we figure it out. Together."

No one moved, the silence thick with tension.

Then Aika gave a single, sharp nod, her composure a silent rallying cry.

Kota approached the altar, the stone shimmering under his presence, a low vibration humming through the air as the magic reacted to him.

One card flared dimly, its black surface pulsing with invitation.

His hand hovered, then lowered, drawing it with a steady grip.

The card bloomed red, glowing words shimmering into existence like burning silk.

"Act: Breastplay & Restraint Duration: 3 minutes Target: M."

A low chime rang, and Miki gasped, her hands flying to her chest.

A glowing sigil flared over her heart, pulsing through the thin fabric of her top, marking her as the target. She stumbled back, her breath catching as she stared down at it.

"W-What? Why me?!" she cried, her voice cracking with panic.

Reina’s mouth opened, then closed, her violet eyes wide with helplessness.

Aika’s jaw tightened, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the altar.

The ground rumbled, and from the stone behind the altar, a low seat rose, its surface humming with enchantment.

Red restraint bands glowed across the armrests and back, pulsing in time with the sigil on Miki’s chest.

Kota turned to her, his expression calm but resolute.

"Miki. You have to sit there."

She shook her head, her breathing fast and shallow, then stopped herself, her eyes shimmering with tears.

"I... I d-don’t want to die," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

"You won’t," Kota said, stepping closer, his voice a steady promise. "You just need to trust me. I’ll do everything."

Her gaze met his, her fear softening under his reassurance.

"Will you... hold me?" she asked, her voice soft, her praise kink stirring as she sought his protection.

Kota nodded, his eyes unwavering.

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Miki’s trembling fingers reached for the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head with a shaky motion.

The fabric fell away, revealing her smooth, sun-tanned shoulders and the generous curve of her busty chest, barely contained by her bra.

Her skin flushed under the chamber’s red glow, her vulnerability stark as she stood exposed.

Kota stepped closer, his hands gentle as they reached around her back, unfastening her bra with care.

"I’ll take care of you," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the trial’s looming threat.

Miki slid onto the red-glowing seat, her breath trembling as the enchanted chair hummed beneath her, its surface warm against her bare thighs.

The moment she settled, stone bindings materialized, coiling around her wrists with a copper-cold grip, pulling her hands tight behind her.

Her back pressed flat against the upright support, her sun-tanned skin prickling under the damp fabric of her bra, her busty chest rising with each shaky breath.

Her heart thundered, her orange ponytail swaying as she set her feet flat, the chair’s heat seeping into her trembling thighs.

Kota crouched before her, his dark eyes locked on hers, steady and reassuring.

"Stay still," he whispered, his fingers brushing her wrist, a fleeting touch to ground her against the chair’s unyielding restraint.

A timer sigil flared on the wall, three glowing digits ticking down.

180 seconds.

Kota knelt beside her, his broad shoulders steady, his dark eyes locked on her trembling form.

He inhaled sharply, grounding himself, before letting his fingers brush the soft curve of her breast.

The contact drew a soft gasp from Miki’s lips, her body jolting slightly, her exhibitionism kink sparking under his touch.

He began, his fingers tracing slow, gentle circles around her nipple, coaxing it to harden further.

Then, with a careful squeeze, he drew a low, needy moan from her throat.

Miki trembled, her lips parting, her breath quickening as his thumb rolled over the sensitive tip, teasing her into a state of heightened arousal.

The timer clicked.

177...

Kota leaned forward, his lips pressing soft, warm kisses along the curve of her breast, the contrast between his heat and the cool air sending shivers through her.

He switched to her other breast, his mouth lingering, kissing and sucking gently, the sensation pulling a high-pitched whimper from Miki.

Her back arched, her bound wrists offering no escape, her body fully surrendered to his touch.

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