Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 59: Card Game 9

Miki was a live wire, every nerve screaming for release.

Her sun-tanned thighs clenched around nothing, trembling with aftershocks, her busty chest heaving as her nipples stood stiff against the humid air.

Her orange ponytail clung to her sweat-slicked neck, her gym bloomers discarded, her fingers digging into the seat’s edges like she might be swept away by her own arousal.

Her glyph flared orange, urgent, teetering on the edge of overload.

Reina, by contrast, lay soft but anxious, her long black hair fanning across the seat, her violet eyes flickering with fear and need.

Her thigh-high socks shifted as her legs tensed, her breasts rising with shallow breaths.

Her moans were faint, more plea than pleasure, her glyph barely flickering, a sign she was struggling to keep pace.

4:00

"This isn’t working," Miki gasped, her voice high and panicked, her hips twitching.

"I’m already—I can’t stop it—!"

"Don’t," Kota murmured, his voice low and firm, a steady anchor.

He pressed a hand flat against her stomach, just below her navel, the contact grounding her trembling body.

She whimpered, her breath catching, but his touch held her back from the edge, for now.

He pivoted on his knees, shifting to Reina, her body tense as a coiled spring.

He brought both hands to her, warm palms dragging gentle circles across her creamy inner thighs, coaxing her to soften.

He watched the subtle flickers of her hips, the hesitant parting of her legs, the way her lips trembled with each breath.

"I’m trying," she whispered, her voice tinged with shame. "I just—can’t catch up."

Aika’s voice cut through the air, calm and commanding, her glasses glinting in the red light.

"Slow her breathing," she said, her bare breasts rising with controlled breaths, her long brown hair clinging to her shoulders.

"But deepen the angle. She’s ready—just not trusting it yet."

Kota met Aika’s gaze, her poised form the calm beneath the storm, her body a beacon of control.

He nodded, trusting her instinct, and shifted lower, dragging his tongue up Reina’s slick slit—flat, slow, angled deep.

He held the stroke longer, pressing into her with a broad glide that made her hips buck.

Reina moaned, the sound rich and startled, her legs spreading wider as her glyph bloomed pale pink.

Progress.

Behind him, Miki let out a strangled cry, her body shaking.

"K-Kota... it’s tingling everywhere... I’m gonna—!" Her voice was desperate, her glyph flashing dangerously close to red.

Kota spun back fast, his lips brushing just beside her clit, teasing with hot breath and light pressure, avoiding direct contact to keep her from tipping over.

She shuddered violently, her sun-tanned skin glistening, her moan a mix of frustration and need.

"You’re teasing me," she panted, almost angry.

"You’re driving me fucking insane—"

"I have to," he whispered, pressing a soft, confessional kiss to her mound, his breath warm against her sensitive skin.

3:30

The pace was relentless, a delicate dance on the edge of disaster.

Kota cycled between them with machine-like precision.

—A deep, languid flick against Reina’s wet folds, coaxing her open, her moans growing steadier.

—A soft, aching suck just below Miki’s throbbing clit, drawing a gritted moan as she fought to hold back.

—A gliding swirl across Aika’s clit, perfectly timed, her body responding with controlled but loud moans.

Three rhythms, three maps of arousal, three languages of need.

Every sound was a signal, every twitch a clue.

Aika’s eyes met his again, her brows drawing together slightly, catching something he’d missed. "Too much on her left," she said, her voice low and calm, her gaze on Reina. "She flinched."

Kota adjusted instantly, rolling his tongue to the other side of Reina’s clit, easing the pressure just enough. Reina moaned, her voice rising without panic, her hips lifting in surrender, her glyph glowing brighter, steadier.

"Better," Aika confirmed, her own body still, her breaths measured, her moans guiding Kota’s rhythm like a metronome.

3:00

The glyph timer glowed at midpoint, the chamber’s pulse a relentless heartbeat.

Kota was soaked in sweat, his lips tingling, his arms aching from holding himself upright through the meticulous cycle.

His cock throbbed beneath him, hard and untouched, pulsing with the same tension he navigated, but his focus never wavered.

The balance was settling—Miki trembled but held, her glyph steadying to a soft pink.

Reina opened wider, her moans soft and unhesitant, her body catching up.

Aika met his rhythm with exquisite control, her steady breaths and subtle nods anchoring the trio.

2:59... 2:45...

The chamber was drenched in the primal scent of sex and sweat, the air rippling with heat, thick as steam rising from their overheated bodies and the pulsing magic.

Kota’s arms trembled, his muscles straining to hold himself upright, his jaw raw, his tongue swollen with effort, every fiber of his being screaming for respite—but he didn’t pause.

He couldn’t.

The taste of them—salt, slick, electric—coated his mouth, fueling his relentless focus.

Aika sat up slightly, her long brown hair clinging to her sweat-slicked shoulders, her bare breasts rising with slow, steady breaths, her glasses fogging in the humid air.

She was the anchor amidst the chaos, her sharp eyes reading every tremble, every twitch.

"Reina’s close," she whispered, her voice tight with focus, her calm a beacon in the storm.

Kota moved instantly, dropping between Reina’s creamy thighs, his tongue dragging one long, flat stroke up her glistening slit, pressing slow and hard.

Reina gasped, her hips bucking upward, her long black hair fanning across the seat, her violet eyes wide with startled pleasure.

Her hands clawed at the seat’s edges, her thigh-high socks shifting as her legs trembled, her moan rich and raw.

Her glyph flared brighter, a pale pink pulsing with life.

2:30

He pivoted on his knees, turning to Miki, her sun-tanned body a live wire, every nerve begging for release.

Her busty chest heaved, her nipples stiff, her orange ponytail clinging to her damp neck, her gym bloomers long discarded.

Her thighs clenched around nothing, trembling with aftershocks, her toes curled tight.

The instant his tongue brushed beside her clit—hot breath and teasing pressure—she sobbed, her body jerking violently, her glyph flashing a dangerous orange.

"Why... why do you stop every time I—!"

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