The corridor narrowed, then abruptly opened into a perfectly circular room, its sterile aura a jarring shift from the slime-soaked chaos.
Gone was the wet, moaning dungeon energy, replaced by white marble tiles and chrome-plated walls that shimmered with a cold, teasing glow, reflecting the girls' flushed, glistening forms.
The air carried a faint mint scent, but beneath it lingered a subtle musk, as if the dungeon were masking its arousal.
Dead center stood a gleaming pedestal, its surface slick with a faint, oily sheen.
On it.
A lever, shiny and smooth, glowing with a faint purple pulse that seemed to beckon.
Text hovered above in bold, cursive script, dripping with lewd promise.
"Kink Initiation Switch – Use Only When Arousal Link Is Fully Achieved."
"Oh hell no," Kota said the moment he saw it, his hoodie clinging to his lanky frame, still damp from the slime room, his pants tight from the lingering heat.
The others filed in behind him, their bodies raw and sticky, skin shimmering with lube residue, no one speaking at first.
.
.
.
Then Yuri asked, her voice trembling, midriff exposed as her blouse rode up, "Why does this look like a boss arena at a sex tech convention?"
"It is a trap room," Kota said, his voice low, gripping his damp notebook, its pages curling in the air's subtle musk.
"Specifically, a psychological punishment chamber. This switch has one function, it scans your kink compatibility, then forces you through a trial. If the kink doesn't match your subconscious arousal state, the system punishes you until you break."
Kanae raised an eyebrow, her skirt riding up to flash soaked panties, her toned legs gleaming as she shifted, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of lacy bra.
"That's not a trap. That's hentai therapy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No," Kota said, his eyes locked on the lever, sweat beading on his brow.
"It's an execution room dressed like a kink quiz. You pull that lever, it assumes you're ready to bare your entire psyche to the dungeon. If you're wrong… it makes you pay for it."
The air grew still, the room's chrome walls reflecting their flushed, trembling forms, the dungeon's pulse humming faintly, as if watching.
Even Miki's usual babble had gone quiet.
She trembled slightly from the slime debacle, sticking close to Kota's arm, her tanned skin flushed, her breasts pressing against his sleeve through her soaked shirt.
Aika's voice broke the silence, her glasses fogging, her blouse clinging to her full breasts.
"Then we wait. There's no benefit to risking this."
Kota nodded, his voice steady despite the heat in his core.
"There's another exit. A hidden corridor unlocks after the next moan-link trial. This lever's a trap for showoffs."
He turned toward the group, his gaze unwavering.
But Kanae was already striding toward the pedestal, her hips swaying with deliberate defiance, her skirt flipping up to reveal more of her glistening thighs.
"Kanae," Reina said, her violet eyes narrowing, her thighs twitching as her soaked stockings slipped further. "Stop."
Kanae didn't stop.
She reached the lever, her manicured hand hovering over the handle, and turned to face them with a smirk, her blouse clinging to her curves, outlining her hardened nipples.
"Let me get this straight," she said, her voice sharp, dripping with disdain.
"We're just going to do whatever Virgin Commander says now? Every. Single. Room?"
"It's not about that," Reina said, her blouse clinging to her heaving breasts, her face flushed with a mix of anger and residual arousal.
"Yes it is." Kanae's eyes flicked to Kota, burning with defiance.
"He says grind the wall, you grind. He says touch yourself, you moan. Hell, he says sit on the slime, you slide in like a good girl."
"No one likes it," Aika said coolly, her pantyhose shimmering, her hands clenched at her sides, her lips parted in a reluctant breath. "But we're alive."
"Barely." Kanae rolled her eyes, her skirt swishing as she leaned closer to the lever, flashing more of her lacy bra. "If I wanted to be degraded, I'd date."
She placed one manicured hand on the lever's handle, its purple glow reflecting off her glistening skin.
Kota took a step forward, his voice urgent, his pants tightening further as the dungeon's subtle musk pressed against him. "Don't. I'm serious. This isn't like the glyphs or the slime. It doesn't just kill you. It violates you."
"Oh no," Kanae said mockingly, her lips curling into a smirk, her hips cocked provocatively.
"Will it touch my butt?"
"You'll lose control," Kota said, his voice low, eyes locked on her. "The trial selects a kink based on your deepest shame. If you fight it, it gets worse. There's no winning, only surviving."
She smiled, her fingers tightening on the lever, her blouse clinging tighter, outlining her curves with obscene clarity.
"I like my chances."
"Kanae, don't—" Reina started, her voice sharp, her thighs trembling.
"Watch me," Kanae said, her voice dripping with defiance.
And pulled the lever.