Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 60: Card Game 10

"Why... why do you stop every time I—!" Miki panted, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation, her hips twitching.

"You’ll thank me," Kota murmured, his lips pressing a soft, confessional kiss to her mound, his breath warm against her oversensitive skin, holding her back from the edge.

2:10

He slid to Aika, her body glistening, her legs parted like petals, her calm a stark contrast to the others’ frenzy.

He nestled against her, his tongue tracing slow figure-eights over her clit, burying himself in her taste to steady his own racing pulse.

Aika moaned low, controlled, her fingers digging into his hair, grounding him, guiding his rhythm. Her steady breaths were his metronome, her nods setting the pace.

"Now again," Aika said, her voice tighter, lower, her eyes sharp. "Miki. Right side."

Kota moved fast, licking just beside Miki’s throbbing clit, then drawing a gentle suck, teasing the swollen tip with the barest flick.

She screamed, her back arching high, her sun-tanned skin glistening, her glyph teetering on the edge of red.

He pulled away instantly, leaving her trembling, denied.

"Don’t let her peak yet," Aika said, her voice calm but commanding.

"Hold her. Keep her there."

1:30

Reina whimpered without shame, her hips rocking in short bursts, her glyph now a vibrant pink.

Her moans were steady, her body alive, her fear giving way to surrender.

Kota returned to her, his tongue flicking, then pressing deep, catching her inhale in a moan that vibrated through the seat.

1:00

Kota pushed through the pain in his limbs, the fire in his jaw, his transitions blurring into a seamless, musical cycle.

Reina - a tongue flick, a deep press, her moan caught on a sharp inhale.

Miki - a soft breath, a grazing suck, so tender it hurt, her whimper desperate.

Aika - a deep, swirling stroke, his hand squeezing her hip in time with her steady breath.

0:45

All three were moaning now, their voices a symphony of different pitches, different edges:

Miki’s whimper, a sob of denied release, her body trembling on the brink.

Reina’s high, strained, guttural cries, her hips lifting in surrender.

Aika’s low, thunderous moans, rising from her chest, ready to split the air.

The runes along the walls pulsed, the chamber vibrating with power drawn from their near-climaxes, the magic crackling in the air like a storm about to break.

"Aika," Kota gasped, his voice strained, his lips tingling.

She arched her back, her eyes flaring with intensity. "Now, Kota—synchronize."

0:30

He went all in, his focus razor-sharp:

To Reina, his tongue buried deep, flicking in a fast, desperate rhythm, her thighs squeezing around his head as she cried out, her glyph blazing.

To Miki, his lips sealing over her clit, dragging a swirl that made her scream, her body shaking violently.

To Aika, his tongue working hard and fast, spell-woven precision syncing with her heartbeat, her moan a steady guide.

0:15

Aika’s back arched, her legs locking tight around his shoulders.

"They’re there—just seconds!" she gasped, her voice a command and a plea.

Kota could feel it—their moans vibrating through the floor, their bodies trembling in unison, the chamber lit red with their shared intensity.

His own body shook from exertion, his cock throbbing, untouched but aching with the trial’s tension.

0:10... 9... 8...

A shared scream rose, their voices blending into a single, primal crescendo.

7... 6... 5...

Miki, Reina, Aika—three peaks converging, their bodies shuddering, their glyphs flaring white-hot.

4... 3...

Their screams peaked, raw and unrestrained, as their climaxes hit in perfect sync—wet, pulsing, overwhelming. Miki’s hips bucked wildly, Reina’s thighs clamped tight, Aika’s moan broke into a low, shuddering cry, their bodies united in release.

2... 1...

Zero.

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0:00

Time stopped.

But sound did not.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaa~"

The chamber erupted in a chorus of ecstasy, three cries shattering the air in perfect, blinding unison, a symphony of raw release that echoed off the black stone walls.

Miki convulsed on her platform, her sun-tanned body snapping into an arch so sharp it seemed to defy her bones.

Her hands gripped the seat’s edges, knuckles white, her mouth open in a scream too deep for words.

Her thighs trembled violently, her glistening folds pulsing with wave after wave of rapture, her orange ponytail splayed wildly, her busty chest heaving as sweat dripped down her skin.

Her glyph flared, a radiant burst of light that mirrored her climax.

Reina followed, a shiver chasing lightning, her hips grinding against the air, her fingers clawing her creamy thighs, leaving faint red marks.

Her moan cracked, rising into a sound that was half-laughter, half-sob, her violet eyes wide, her lips trembling with disbelief.

Her long black hair clung to her flushed face, her thigh-high socks askew, her breasts heaving as pleasure broke something sacred within her, her glyph searing bright and steady.

Aika trembled differently—her climax deep, still, monumental.

No flailing, just the slow unfurling of tension held in every muscle.

Her moan was the quietest but lasted the longest, a reverent sound dragged from a buried place, resonating like a prayer.

Her toes curled, her nipples peaked, her breath staggered out like incense from an open flame.

Her long brown hair clung to her sweat-slicked shoulders, her glasses fogged, her glyph glowing like a star held in flesh.

Kota collapsed to his knees between them, sweat cascading down his spine, his lips raw and tingling with their taste—salty, sweet, electric.

His jaw hung slack, his lungs starving, his dark eyes glazed with disbelief and exhaustion.

His cock throbbed, untouched but pulsing with the shared intensity, his body spent from orchestrating their unified release.

And then—

The glyphs flared gold.

Miki’s chest erupted in radiant light, her mark a beacon of triumph.

Reina’s glyph seared bright, steady, unyielding. Aika’s glowed like a celestial ember, radiant and eternal.

Boom.

The chamber ignited in white, a blinding wave of light slamming into them like a climax made manifest.

Heat, magic, and sensation flooded their nerves, transcending mere orgasm.

The altar pulsed once more, red and gold rippling across its surface, then melted, folding silently into the floor.

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