Reina strode to her pad with the cool precision of an exam proctor, her heels clicking against the slick, lube-drenched tiles.
She sat primly on the glowing tile, the gel squishing beneath her with a wet, obscene slurp, lifting her skirt with one hand in a businesslike motion, revealing lacy violet panties clinging to her flushed, lube-slicked thighs, her posture rigid, face unyielding under the crimson glow.
Kota blinked, caught off guard by her detachment, his hoodie damp with sweat in the sweltering haze.
Aika averted her gaze, a flush lingering on her jaw from her own trial, her hands clenching at her sides. The translucent display above the rune pedestal flared:
Pad Three: ACTIVE. Awaiting input.
"Same pattern," Kota said, his voice steady, cutting through the chamber's sultry hum. "Two fingers. Match the pulse."
Reina complied, her hand slipping beneath her panties with clinical precision, two fingers tracing her slick folds, the lube's scalding warmth amplifying each touch with an electric pulse.
The tile glowed faintly, its runes syncing with her motion, but her breathing remained even, her violet eyes unblinking, a mask of control.
"Keep it light," Kota added, his gaze locked on her. "No rushing. Let it build."
She nodded, her fingers circling slowly, but after twenty seconds, the pad flickered, flashing an orange warning, the chamber's walls pulsing sharply:
Rhythm sync unstable.
Reina frowned, her hand pausing, a bead of sweat tracing her flushed temple. "I'm not going off-beat."
"You're edging," Kota said, voice firm, unyielding. "That's not the same as building."
"I'm controlling it," she snapped, her jaw tightening, her fingers resuming their motion, circling tighter.
"You're stalling it," Kota countered, his tone cutting through the musky haze.
Reina didn't answer, her hand shifting—faster, then slower, then fast again, inconsistent, her flushed thighs quivering faintly, betraying her struggle.
The pad flared red, the walls throbbing with a harsh, warning pulse:
Reset warning. Sync disruption.
Miki gasped from her tile, her flushed cheeks wide-eyed. "She's gonna trip the meltdown—!"
Kota stepped forward, his sneakers squelching on the lube-slicked floor, his voice sharp. "Stop touching."
Reina flinched, her hand stuttering mid-motion, her violet eyes flicking up, sharp with annoyance.
"I said stop," Kota repeated, his gaze unrelenting.
She froze, fingers still, her flushed skin glowing under the crimson light, her panties soaked, outlining her curves in obscene detail, a soft, suppressed gasp escaping her parted lips.
Kota locked eyes with her, his voice low, commanding. "You can't finish because you keep pulling back. Because you don't want to let go."
Her jaw tightened, a flicker of defiance in her gaze, her breath hitching in the musky air.
"You've been holding control this whole time," he added, stepping closer, the game's interface prickling with the trial's stakes. "Let me have it."
"No," she muttered, her voice raw, her thighs clenching against the tile's warmth.
"Then you die here," Kota said, his tone brutal, unyielding. "Right now. Cumming into the floor until it eats your name."
Reina hesitated, her flushed face faltering, sweat dripping down her neck, pooling at her collarbone, her body trembling under the game's relentless pull.
Kota took one more step, his eyes boring into hers. "Look at me when you come."
Reina's breath hitched, her violet eyes widening, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her flushed skin blazing in the crimson glow.
He repeated, slower, his voice a commanding whip. "Look at me. While you come. Now."
Her fingers surged back to her core, circling with desperate, lube-slicked intensity, her thighs quivering, her gaze locked on Kota's, cheeks burning, eyes wild with shame and surrender.
She screamed through her teeth, a raw, piercing wail as her core clenched, her orgasm exploding through her, the tile erupting in white light beneath her, its runes blazing in perfect sync with the game's rhythm.
Pad Three: Synced.
Reina collapsed forward, gasping, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her flushed face, her eyes still locked on Kota's, a mix of defiance and submission swirling in their violet depths, her lube-drenched panties glistening under the chamber's glow.
All four pads pulsed white, including the untouched dummy node, its runes flaring as the trial's rhythm locked in.
The central glyph in the floor cracked down the middle, pulsing with a warm, liquid thump, the chamber's walls shuddering with sated approval.
The floating display reappeared, larger, gilded in glowing sigils, its text cold yet triumphant.
Lube Sync Protocol: Complete
LEVEL 2 CLEARED
Next Depth Unlocking: Judgment Sector Initiating...
The lube hissed, draining into near-invisible seams, the air thinning as the walls receded slightly, the chamber's musky haze lifting.
At the far end, a massive stone door rolled open with a deep, approving groan, revealing a descending stairwell lined with flickering purple torches, their flames casting lewd shadows.
Warning: The Jerk-Circle of Judgment contains no forgiveness.
All hesitation will be exposed.
Kota stepped back, exhaling, his brow slick with sweat, the game's interface flashing trial completion in his mind's eye.
Miki sprawled across her tile, trembling faintly, her flushed cheeks averted.
Aika adjusted her blouse slowly, quietly, a flush lingering on her jaw. Reina stood, her lube-slicked thighs quivering, her posture unsteady but resolute.
She didn't speak, walking straight to Kota, her violet eyes meeting his, expression unreadable, sweat tracing her flushed collarbone.
Then, finally, she said, her voice low, raw: "…What comes next?"
Kota glanced at the open stairwell, its purple flames beckoning, the Carnal Labyrinth EX's next trial pulsing with unforgiving intent.
My Participation