"You're doing great," Kota replied, not sarcastically, his eyes flickering over her flushed, glistening form.
Aika inhaled sharply as she rolled her hips, her skirt riding up to flash more of her pantyhose-clad thighs, the wall's heat teasing her skin.
"This wall is breathing," she gasped, her voice trembling, her breasts pressing harder against the stone.
"Yes," Kota said, his voice firm. "You have to match its rhythm. Let it lead."
The glyph glowed brighter, its light bathing them in a warm, obscene glow.
The wall pulsed against them, its surface rippling in sync with their movements, drawing soft moans from the dungeon itself.
Reina twitched, her face scarlet, her thighs trembling as the wall's hum intensified.
"Oh god, it moaned—did we do it wrong?" she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily, her blouse clinging tighter.
"No," Kota said, his voice steady, watching their glistening bodies.
"You're doing it right. Keep going."
Aika's forehead pressed against the stone, her glasses fogging, her breath coming faster, her hips jerking once, then again, her pantyhose squishing audibly as she moved. Her face flushed with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal, her lips parting in a soft moan.
Behind them, the girls were silent, too stunned to interrupt, their own bodies glistening with residual lube, their breaths hitching in the musky air.
Suddenly—
Click.
The glyph flared white, a burst of light flooding the room.
The wall peeled open with a sighing squelch, like wet flesh parting, revealing the exit, its edges glistening with fresh dew.
Reina slumped forward, cheeks scarlet, barely standing, her blouse and skirt clinging to her curves, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the wall's touch.
Aika adjusted her skirt wordlessly, avoiding all eye contact, her pantyhose shimmering, her face flushed as she tried to regain her composure.
Kota walked past them with a casual nod, his voice calm despite the heat in his core.
"Efficient. Let's go."
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The door opened with a final, wet sigh, a sultry moan echoing through the corridor as the pink-veined stone parted like quivering flesh, revealing another curving passage pulsing with steam and musky heat.
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of arousal, clinging to the skin like a lover's breath.
The girls stumbled through in silence, their bodies glistening with the dungeon's residue, no one daring to speak.
Miki dragged her feet, her ponytail loose, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, her gym shirt translucent and plastered to her bouncing chest, nipples hardened beneath the soaked fabric, bloomers squishing audibly with each step.
Yuri's legs shimmered with leftover lube, her blouse clinging to her curves, lacy bra visible, her eyes wide with disbelief, lips parted in a trembling pout.
Kanae muttered curses under her breath, arms crossed but trembling, her skirt riding up to flash soaked panties, her toned thighs gleaming in the dim light.
Reina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, walking stiffly, her thigh-high stockings slipping to expose creamy thighs that twitched with every step, her blouse clinging obscenely to her heaving breasts, outlining every curve.
She didn't look at anyone—not even Kota—her violet eyes burning with humiliated heat.
And Aika walked at the rear, spine rigid, her blouse soaked and sticking to her full breasts, nipples faintly visible through the damp fabric, her pantyhose shimmering with lube residue.
Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides, her knuckles glowed white, her flushed face betraying a mix of fury and reluctant arousal.
They turned the corner, the dungeon's pulse humming softly, as if savoring their submission.
The next hall was dimmer, narrower, its tiles glistening with an oily, iridescent shimmer that shifted with each step, like liquid desire rippling across the floor.
It sloped downward, the air growing thicker, muskier, teasing their senses.
"This is the Maze," Kota said, holding up his damp notebook, its pages curling in the humid air, his hoodie clinging to his lanky frame, outlining his form as he scanned the pulsing walls.
"Arousal-synced floor panels. Every tile reads pressure, moisture, and sound. If the input is wrong—it activates."
"Activates how?" Yuri asked warily, her voice trembling, her blouse riding up to expose a sliver of midriff, her thighs glistening with slick residue.
"Pressure tentacles," Kota said, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his core, his pants tightening as he felt the dungeon's gaze. "Some are playful. Some… very direct."
Reina flinched, her thighs twitching, her soaked skirt clinging to her hips, flashing a hint of lace-trimmed panties.
Aika sighed sharply through her nose, her glasses fogging slightly, her lips parted in a reluctant breath, but she said nothing, her pantyhose gleaming with dew.
"I'll walk first," Kota said, his voice firm, stepping forward with authority. "One step at a time. You copy exactly. No talking. No screams. If someone gets hit, don't move. Let me get them out."
He looked at each of them in turn, his gaze unwavering, sweat beading on his brow as the dungeon's heat pressed against him.
No one objected.
Not anymore.
The air was thick with their silence, charged with a new, reluctant trust.
Kota stepped onto the first tile. It lit faintly, a soft, teasing glow pulsing beneath his sneaker. Then the second.
A wet squish echoed, but nothing else triggered.
Behind him, Reina followed, her movements cautious, her thighs trembling as her soaked stockings slipped further.
Then Miki, her bloomers squishing, her breath hitching with each step.
Then the rest, their bodies flushed, breathing hard but silent, their clothes clinging obscenely in the musky air.
Kota didn't look back, his focus locked on the tiles, the dungeon's pulse thrumming through him.
But he could feel their eyes on him now—not with hate, not with confusion, but with something new.
They were waiting.
Watching. Depending.