Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 53: Card Game 3

Reina’s legs trembled as she stepped forward from the half-light, the air thick with the fading echoes of moans and the electric hum of spent magic.

Her violet eyes flickered with fear, her long black hair clinging to her flushed face, her D-cup breasts heaving beneath her blouse as she approached the altar.

Miki, still cradled in Kota’s arms, clung to him, her sun-tanned skin glistening, her gym bloomers damp from the previous trial.

The single hovering card pulsed like a heartbeat, its black surface gleaming as if it sensed Reina’s presence.

She drew a sharp breath, her chest rising with tension, and reached out, her fingers trembling as they grazed the card.

It flared instantly, elvish runes surging across its surface in a hot, pulsing rhythm, their glow searing the air.

"Cunnilingus – 4 minutes Target: R Hands Bound by Trial Magic"

A glowing sigil flared across her collarbone, shifting from soft amber to molten red, marking her as the trial’s target.

Slick, glistening bindings snaked from the altar like serpents forged of charm-stuff, yanking her wrists behind her back with a wet, final sound that echoed in the chamber.

Reina’s gasp shattered the silence, fear clawing at her breath, her thighs pressing together instinctively under her skirt.

Aika flinched, her glasses catching the red glow, her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt accentuating her rigid posture, her fists clenched with suppressed dread.

Miki buried her face in Kota’s shoulder, a muffled whimper escaping her lips, her orange ponytail swaying as she clung tighter.

"I—I can’t..." Reina whispered, her voice barely formed, her submissive nature unraveling under the weight of the trial.

Her chest heaved, her skin flushing a deep crimson with rising heat.

Kota stepped to her side, his presence steady, unyielding. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You’re not alone in this. I’ve got you," he said, his voice a warm anchor.

His fingers wrapped around her upper arm, not to restrain but to ground her, his thumb tracing gentle circles that sent a shiver through her trembling frame.

A low stone seat rose from the ground behind the altar, its obsidian surface gleaming with an aura of sin and enchantment, pulsing in resonance with Reina’s trial.

She let him guide her onto it, her spine arching as she lowered herself, her skirt riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thighs.

The altar’s red glow crawled between them, like phantom tongues licking at her exposed skin.

Kota dropped to his knees before her, his dark eyes locked on hers, intense yet reassuring.

His hands slipped beneath her skirt, his breath catching as he traced the trembling waistband of her pale blue panties.

Her thighs twitched, a mix of fear and anticipation flickering across her face.

With one fluid motion, he peeled the fabric aside, baring her slick, glistening folds to the chamber’s red light.

Their eyes met, Reina’s face burning with a mix of shame and unspoken need, her degradation kink stirring beneath her fear.

"I’m right here," Kota murmured, his voice thick with warmth and promise. "I’ll taste every second."

She nodded, her lips parting, her voice a fragile whisper. "Don’t... don’t hurt me."

"No pain. Just you," he breathed, and then his mouth descended, his tongue catching her slickness in a trembling, reverent kiss.

Reina flinched, the jolt of intimacy striking deep, her body tensing as his tongue circled her folds, slow, worshiping her with wet, warm pressure.

"Trial Timer: 4:00"

A chime rang through the chamber, sharp and commanding, as the timer began.

Kota’s lips parted around her folds, his mouth pressing deeper, his tongue teasing her soft entrance before sliding upward, flicking her clit with precise, teasing strokes.

Reina’s gasp was high-pitched, sharp, echoing against the stone walls as heat stabbed through her core.

"Ah...!" she cried, her voice unguarded, raw with vulnerability.

Her bindings flexed behind her back, offering no slack as she shuddered, her body open, bared, and helplessly exposed in the most obscene way.

Kota kept one hand on her thigh, pressing gently to spread her further, coaxing her to surrender.

She obeyed without thought, her thighs parting wider, inviting the next stroke of his tongue.

"3:45"

His mouth moved with a steady rhythm—languid swirls alternating with short, focused flicks that sent sparks shooting up her spine.

Her legs trembled, her breaths sharp and ragged, uncontrollable. Kota devoured her, slow but ravenous, letting her ride each flicker of pressure.

He moaned softly into her, the vibration resonating against her sensitive flesh, wrenching a desperate whimper from her throat.

"3:30..."

Reina’s hips bucked, her body betraying her fear as she ground into his mouth, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck—Kota—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her degradation kink flaring as she surrendered to the intensity of her exposure.

His lips latched onto her clit with slow, steady pressure, his tongue flattening to grind against it, drawing a raw, open cry from her lips.

Her head lolled back, her neck arched, her long black hair spilling like liquid shadow down her back, her body fully at his mercy.

He didn’t stop.

And neither did she.

Kota’s tongue glided slowly over Reina’s slick folds, each stroke drawn out, sensual, as if he were savoring every nuance of her fear, her scent, her heat.

The taste of her—salty, sweet, and raw with desperation—coated his mouth, intoxicating him as he licked from bottom to top, slow, sending sharp jolts of pleasure into her core.

Her breath hitched with every dip of his tongue, circling closer to the aching need she couldn’t voice, her submissive nature unraveling under his touch.

His hands gripped her creamy thighs with purpose, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin, tracing steady, soothing circles that anchored her trembling body.

Reina tried to stay still, but her muscles twitched involuntarily, her thigh-high socks shifting as her legs quivered under the intensity.

3:20

A whimper slipped past her lips—half-breathed, half-bitten, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to sting.

Her breasts heaved beneath her blouse, her chest rising and falling in rapid waves.

Her arms jerked reflexively, but the glowing bindings locked her wrists behind her back, their warm metal pressing into her skin.

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