Her hips bucked—a sharp, involuntary twitch—her breath catching in a soft moan that echoed off the fleshy walls.
Her fingers moved in slow, trembling strokes, the sigil glowing brighter, casting flickering pink light across her trembling thighs.
"I-It tingles," she moaned, her voice rising, needy and desperate. "Like... the circle's breathing through me."
The sigil flared, its light pulsing in time with her movements, bathing the corridor in a warm, obscene glow.
The other girls backed up, their breaths hitching.
Aika's jaw clenched, her glasses fogging as she watched, her pantyhose glistening with dungeon dew.
Even Reina's icy stare flickered to Kota, a flush creeping up her neck.
"Keep going," Kota said, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his core.
"Two fingers now. Start circling. Slow. Steady rhythm."
Miki's moan broke free—a full, throaty sound that reverberated wetly off the stone, her fingers moving faster under her bloomers, the squishing sound louder, more obscene.
Her hips rose with every stroke, her tanned skin glistening, her gym shirt riding up to expose a sliver of toned midriff.
"Kota—mmn—why are you so good at this…?" she whimpered, her head tilting back, ponytail swaying, sweat-soaked hair sticking to her flushed face.
"I think—ah—I think I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he said, his voice sharp, eyes locked on her writhing form. "Five more seconds. Don't finish yet or it won't register. You need the circle to sync."
"I—can't—!" she gasped, her back arching, her bloomers soaked through, a dark, wet spot blooming at her crotch, visible to everyone.
"CLIMAX REQUIRED. TWENTY SECONDS REMAINING," the sultry voice purred, dripping with cruel delight.
Her back arched higher, sweat rolling down her temples, her breasts heaving under her clinging shirt. Her fingers worked frantically, the wet sounds filling the corridor, her thighs clenching around her hand.
"Kota—tell me to do it," she moaned, her voice desperate, head thrown back, eyes half-lidded with need. "I want to finish—just tell me—!"
Kota's voice cracked, his own breath ragged. "Now. Cum now. Right now. Let go."
Miki gasped—
Then screamed as the orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing against the glowing glyph, thighs clamping tight around her hand.
Her entire form pulsed with light, the sigil flaring brighter, pink sparks raining from above like a shower of lust.
Her mouth stayed open, eyes rolling back, a final, shuddering cry echoing as she collapsed onto her side, panting, sweat-slick, fingers still twitching inside her soaked bloomers.
"REQUIREMENT COMPLETE. DOOR UNSEALED," the dungeon's voice purred, thick with satisfaction.
The wall ahead peeled open like wet, quivering flesh, revealing a softly lit passage forward, its edges glistening with fresh dew.
No one spoke.
The air hung heavy, musky, charged with the afterglow of Miki's climax.
Yuri looked nauseous, her blouse clinging to her curves, her arms crossed tighter.
Kanae had turned away, her skirt swishing, hiding her flushed face.
Reina stared hard at Kota, her violet eyes burning with something unreadable—anger, curiosity, or something hotter.
And Kota?
He looked down at Miki—still glowing faintly, her tanned skin slick with sweat, her breath ragged—and whispered, "…Perfect."