Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 55: Card Game 5

Gasps echoed through the chamber.

Reina’s violet eyes widened, her mouth falling open, her long black hair clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Miki’s hands flew to her mouth, muffling a whimper, her sun-tanned skin paling as her orange ponytail swayed with her trembling.

Aika blinked, her sharp gaze locked on the card. She read it again, then again, as if willing the words to change.

"No..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her composure cracking. "It has to be a mistake."

Kota stepped beside her, his presence steady, grounding.

"It’s not," he said quietly, his dark eyes meeting hers with unwavering resolve.

"The second one," Aika said, her voice tight, almost pleading. "That’s the safe one."

"It’s not," he countered, his tone soft but unyielding.

"Two orgasms without stimulation? Blindfolded? Alone?" He held her gaze, his expression firm. "That’s a setup for death."

Miki swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

"You’d panic. Overload." Her hands clutched her gym bloomers, her busty chest heaving with nervous breaths.

Aika turned to Kota, her fists clenching tighter, her glasses slipping slightly as her eyes burned with defiance and fear. "Then what, Kota? You’re saying we just—"

"I’m saying," he interrupted, his voice soft but resolute, "I’ll be with you. I’ll take care of you."

Silence fell, heavy and electric.

Aika’s lips trembled, her stoic facade wavering under the weight of his words and the trial’s demands.

Behind her, a seat rose from the ground, wide and angled, cushioned in soft red leather etched with faint, glowing glyphs.

Its purpose was unmistakable, its design both inviting and intimidating, built for intimacy and exposure.

Aika stared at it, her breath catching.

Her gaze dropped to her blouse, her fingers moving slowly to the buttons.

She began to unbutton it, each motion deliberate, her hands steady despite the storm within her.

Kota looked away, giving her a moment of privacy, his jaw tight.

"No," Aika said, her voice sharp, commanding his attention. "Look."

He turned back, his eyes meeting hers as she stripped bare in silence.

There was no teasing, no shame—just a ceremonial vulnerability as she shed her blouse and skirt, her sheer black pantyhose following, revealing her toned, graceful body.

Her breasts, freed from their confines, stood firm, her skin pale and glistening under the chamber’s red glow.

She sat back against the inclined seat, her legs parting slightly, her hips settling into the leather’s embrace.

Her eyes met Kota’s, unflinching, a mix of defiance and trust flickering in their depths.

"Make it count," she said, her voice low, resolute, her forced obedience giving way to a quiet surrender.

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The altar’s glow dimmed to a quiet, throbbing pulse, as if the chamber itself held its breath, poised to witness something sacred—or profane.

Aika reclined on the angled seat, her bare skin pressing against the cool, red-leather surface, etched with faint glyphs that pulsed in time with her quickening heartbeat.

Her legs parted slightly, her toned thighs trembling, her glistening folds exposed under the chamber’s deep red light.

Her breasts, full and firm, rose with each sharp, measured breath, her nipples stiff and catching the flicker of the runes above, casting her as a willing sacrifice to the trial’s demands.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, tense yet open, her glasses slipping slightly as her eyes burned with defiance and unspoken hunger.

Kota approached, his broad shoulders squared, his movements controlled but charged with a quiet intensity, like a man stepping into a fire he couldn’t resist.

Their eyes locked—hers unflinching, a storm of defiance, heat, and raw need swirling beneath her stoic facade.

Her breath trembled on each exhale, her chest heaving, betraying the vulnerability she fought to conceal.

"Aika," he murmured, his voice rough and reverent, the word heavy with unspoken weight.

"I know," she breathed, her voice cracking, a rare fracture in her composed exterior.

He knelt between her legs, one hand steadying himself on the altar’s edge, the other sliding along the inside of her thigh.

Her skin was warm, slick with anticipation, and his fingers traced slow, circles just above her knee, dragging upward inch by inch toward her aching center.

Her thighs twitched, parting wider, inviting him closer as her breath hitched.

Their lips met in a trembling kiss—soft at first, a delicate brush that sent a shiver through them both.

Aika moaned faintly, the sound needy and raw, her arms curling around his neck, pulling him closer.

Her bare breasts pressed against his clothed chest, the friction electric, her nipples grazing the fabric as she arched into him, her forced obedience giving way to a desperate hunger.

Kota kissed her again, deeper, his lips sliding over hers with growing urgency.

His tongue brushed hers, slow and coaxing, and she answered with a whimper, her mouth opening wide, devouring him with sudden fire.

The altar buzzed low, its glyphs flaring as it sensed her rising arousal, the air thickening with the musky scent of her need.

His hand slid up her ribs, cupping one breast, his thumb rolling across her stiffened nipple, coaxing a shudder that reverberated through her.

Aika moaned into his mouth, her hips shifting, grinding against him as his clothed erection pressed against her soaked folds.

Even through the fabric of his pants, the contact drew a sharp gasp, her thighs parting further, her body chasing the sensation.

"Kota," she whispered, her voice desperate, trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

He pulled back, his lips wet, his breath ragged. "Are you ready?"

Her reply was a tremble, not hesitation, her eyes locked on his. "No... Do it anyway."

Kota stood just enough to undo his pants, his movements deliberate under her hungry, unflinching gaze.

When he freed himself, Aika inhaled sharply, her eyes tracing his thick, flushed cock, straining and twitching as it brushed her inner thigh.

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She parted her legs wider, the leather seat biting into her calves, her hips tilting to meet him.

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