Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 58: Card Game 8

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The chamber’s air was thick, charged with a primal electricity, the angled thrones gleaming like altars of sacrifice.

Miki, Reina, and Aika settled onto their seats, their bodies trembling, exposed, and vulnerable, each chest glowing with a tight filament of red rune-light pulsing in sync with the altar’s heartbeat.

The musky scent of arousal mingled with the chamber’s heat, a suffocating reminder of the trial’s stakes.

Miki gasped, her sun-tanned thighs tensing, her busty chest heaving as her glyph flickered.

"Why does it already feel tingly—!?"

Her orange ponytail swayed, her gym bloomers discarded, her bare skin glistening, her nipples hard and oversensitive, her body a live wire stretched to breaking.

Kota stepped between them, naked and focused, his dark eyes sweeping over the altar like a conductor preparing a symphony of pleasure and peril.

"It’s linked," he said, his voice steady but heavy with responsibility. "The moment I start, it maps your pulse, your nerves, your tension. If one of you comes too fast—or lags too far behind..."

"We lose someone," Aika finished, her voice cold fire, her glasses catching the red glow.

Her long brown hair clung to her sweat-slicked shoulders, her bare breasts rising with controlled breaths, her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt discarded, her body open and ready.

Reina pulled her knees closer, her violet eyes wide with fear, her long black hair framing her flushed face.

"I don’t... I don’t think I can do this. Not again. Not like this." Her thigh-high socks shifted as her hands dug into the seat’s edges, her breasts trembling with her shallow breaths.

"You won’t have to," Kota said, his voice softening, each syllable sinking into their spines with a commanding warmth. "I’ll bring you all there. Together."

The altar glowed brighter, its red sigils casting sharp shadows across their skin.

Miki’s seat was the lowest, tilted to cradle her arched back, her legs parted, her body flushed and trembling, her sensitivity dialed to a razor’s edge. Kota started with her.

He knelt slowly, his lips pressing a single, tender kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Miki gasped, the sound nearly a scream, her legs jerking as her glyph pulsed orange—too fast, too soon.

"W-Wait—I’m still...!" she stammered, her voice high and desperate, her hips twitching instinctively.

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Kota pulled back, his eyes narrowing, his breath steady. "You’re already close. You need to level." His tone was firm, a quiet command that anchored her.

With almost cruel discipline, he turned away, shifting to Reina, her body tense as a coiled trap, her knees clenched shut, her fists gripping the seat.

He didn’t push, instead reaching out to take her hand, his thumb stroking the back in slow, calming circles.

"Let me warm you up," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, soothing her submissive nature.

She gave a shaky nod, her breath hitching.

Kota moved between her legs, letting the moment stretch like a held breath.

His hands brushed her thighs, soft and barely there, teasing her into relaxation.

He kissed her inner knee, then higher, then higher still, his breath warm against her folds.

Reina flinched, her thighs quivering, her body resisting yet yielding.

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Aika remained centered, her body relaxed, her legs draped across the supports, her nipples stiff in the warm air.

Her breaths were slow, controlled, her discipline honed from facing pain now wielded to embrace pleasure.

Kota spared her a glance, and she nodded once, granting silent permission.

He returned to Reina, pressing a featherlight kiss between her folds.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering, her lips parting in a whisper of shock—no pressure, only suggestion.

His tongue dipped, slow and careful, teasing her into the rhythm. Her hips shifted slightly, her breath catching.

From the other side, Miki whimpered, her voice desperate. "K-Kota... it’s tingling everywhere already... I can’t—I’m gonna—"

Kota pivoted smoothly, his mouth dragging back over Miki’s clit in one slow, wet stroke.

She yelped, her back arching, her glyph flickering dangerously close to red.

He left her again, retreating to keep her from tipping over.

Back to Reina.

A second kiss, slightly firmer, her legs easing open another inch.

His tongue moved with calculated precision—two slow strokes along her folds, then a retreat.

Then to Miki.

A gentle suck, drawing a moan through her clenched teeth, sweat dotting her collarbone as her fingers gripped the seat.

Then to Aika.

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He approached her like a man seeking refuge in a storm’s eye, her body glistening, her gaze steady.

He placed one hand on her hip, his fingers splaying over her skin, feeling the calm rhythm of her pulse.

"You’ll have to help me time them," he murmured, his voice low, trusting her strength.

Aika leaned back, her thighs spreading just a touch wider, her voice silk wrapped around steel. "Then do it," she said. "I’m yours."

Kota sank between her thighs, his tongue brushing her clit once, then again, in slow, exact circles.

She moaned low, controlled, her body steady, and nodded—once, twice—setting the cadence for the others.

Her moans were signals, her hips dictating the pace.

Miki was shaking, her body teetering on the edge.

Reina was panting, her hands slowly unclenching, her fear giving way to sensation.

Aika’s calm anchored them, her moans guiding Kota’s rhythm.

He worked them in perfect sync—three bodies, three pulses, one impossible task.

His tongue moved with relentless precision, balancing tenderness and intensity, edging them closer while holding them back, his focus unwavering as he buried himself in the trial’s demands.

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Kota’s mouth was slick with the taste of them, a heady mix of salt and sweetness, his jaw aching, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

He knelt between their bodies, a desperate priest at an altar of chaotic desire, deciphering the divine in the trembling forms of Miki, Reina, and Aika.

The chamber’s air was thick, electric, the red rune-light pulsing in time with their quickening heartbeats, the musky scent of arousal saturating the space.

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