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

Chapter 15 - User locked

Saki screamed, her voice drowned by the dungeon's cruel indifference, the chrome-plated room pulsing with a deep, sultry hum, its walls shimmering with a lewd, reflective glow, mirroring her flushed, glistening form in obscene detail.

The glowing sigil beneath her erupted in tendrils of pink light, their surfaces slick and quivering, whipping around her limbs with a warm, teasing caress, slamming her ankles into the floor's depressions with a harsh snap, and pulling her arms behind her back, locked in a sharp, trembling arch that thrust her chest forward.

She was yanked forward in one fluid motion—bent at the hips, her heaving breasts pressed to the cold, padded seat of the sex punishment throne, her blouse ripped and clinging, outlining hardened nipples through the translucent, sweat-soaked fabric.

Her short skirt flipped upward, revealing tight black panties, soaked and clinging wetly from slime residue and the dungeon's musky heat, her ass hovering in the air, trembling in perfect, vulnerable display, her tanned curves glistening under the purple light, catching every droplet of sweat and lube.

The pulsing phallic rod—glowing with a soft, obscene sheen—rose into place, angling upward between her glistening thighs, its runes throbbing with a sultry hum, dripping with slick, magical lube that radiated tantalizing heat, stopping just short of contact, teasing her nerves with its proximity.

"Auto-mount engaged. User locked. Erotic calibration in progress," purred the sultry AI voice, dripping with sadistic delight, its tone caressing the air like a lover's whisper.

Saki's breathing was wild, her legs trembling, her ass quivering as she strained against the bindings, her soaked panties outlining every intimate curve, squishing audibly in the musky, syrupy air.

The dungeon's walls moaned softly, feeding off her defiance, their reflective surfaces amplifying her exposed, glistening form.

The rod pressed forward—not penetrating, but sliding beneath the fabric of her panties, lubricated by a magical heat that clung like molten oil, its slick surface brushing her skin with an electric, teasing warmth that sent shivers through her trembling thighs.

She tensed instantly, her whole body locking up, her curves straining against the tendrils, her breath hitching in a needy gasp.

"Ah—!" she gasped, not pleasure—not yet—but raw, overwhelming shock, her face flushing crimson, her ears bright red under her disheveled hair.

A surge of heat bloomed through her lower back as the enchanted lube seeped into her glistening skin, reacting with her nerves, amplifying every sensation.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, quivering with humiliated heat, her toes curling against the floor's grip.

Kota stepped forward, his hoodie damp, outlining his lanky frame, his pants tight from the dungeon's arousal-charged air, sweat beading on his brow as he fought the heat pooling in his core.

"Saki—listen to me. You still have a choice. Mount it yourself. Control the pace. It'll still suck, but you can survive."

She twisted her head to glare at him, her pale face glowing with fury, her ears blazing red, tears brimming in her eyes.

"You sick freak," she spat, her voice cracking, her breasts heaving against the throne, her soaked blouse clinging tighter, outlining every curve.

"You actually want this. You think I'll crawl for you? Beg while you take notes?"

"No. I want you alive," Kota said, his voice steady, his eyes locked on her writhing, glistening form, a mix of authority and forbidden arousal churning within him.

"Sensory calibration complete. User profile indicates anal denial response. Administering corrective stimulation," the AI voice intoned, cold and commanding, yet laced with a cruel, seductive edge.

The rod vibrated—not a buzz, not like a phone, but a deep, low-frequency purr that rippled through Saki's entire pelvis like a wave under her sweat-soaked skin, its slick surface throbbing with electric pulses that teased her nerves relentlessly.

Her breath hitched, her knees jerked, her body straining against the bindings, her glistening thighs quivering as a tiny whimper slipped through her lips—frustrated, breathy, overwhelmed, not desire but raw, humiliated nerves pushed to the edge.

"D-Don't—don't do this—" she whispered, her voice trembling, her face flushed with shame, her soaked panties squishing audibly as her hips twitched involuntarily.

"Beginning degradation sequence," the voice purred, the dungeon's walls moaning louder, reflecting her writhing form in lewd clarity.

The rod dragged slowly along the base of her panties, up and down, its lube-coated tip gliding with obscene strokes, each pass radiating tantalizing heat that made her hips buck and her thighs tremble, still no penetration—just friction, warmth, vibration, and crushing shame.

Saki squeezed her eyes shut, teeth gritted, her body trembling with effort, sweat rolling down her flushed neck, pooling at the swell of her heaving breasts, her blouse clinging tighter, outlining every curve with obscene detail.

"Please—shut it off—!" she gasped, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her crimson cheeks.

Kota's voice was low now, almost soft, his eyes unwavering despite the dungeon's musky heat.

"Say you accept it. Just say it. That's the only way to reduce the overload."

She looked back at him, tears brimming—not from pain, but from fury, her lips trembling, her glistening curves straining against the tendrils.

"Go fuck yourself," she spat, her voice raw with humiliated rage, her soaked panties clinging tighter as her hips twitched again.

"Input accepted. Erotic overload sequence initializing"