Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 71: Aftermath

Chapter 71: Aftermath

The air beyond the arch was warm—not the dungeon’s suffocating heat, but a real, comforting warmth, kissed with jasmine and the soothing steam of a bathhouse.

They emerged into a chamber unlike anything in the dungeon’s cruel depths.

Ivory and gold walls rose around them, smooth marble adorned with intricate vinework, free of glyphs or sigils.

The high, domed ceiling glowed with soft, natural daylight, casting a serene radiance over pools of clear, steaming water.

Crystal chandeliers glimmered above, their light dancing on plush lounges and silken bedding that filled the space like a palace harem brought to life.

Tables laden with untouched fruit—glistening pomegranates, ripe figs—and bottles of aged liquor shimmered at the edges, inviting indulgence.

A message floated in midair, its golden letters gentle, almost tender:

Rest Chamber: Open.

You are safe.

No further challenges remain.

Please rest here before returning to your world.

Miki gasped, her sun-tanned skin flushed, her orange ponytail swaying as her eyes widened.

"No fucking way... this looks like the ending of a fairy tale..."

Her voice trembled with awe, her busty chest heaving beneath her tattered gym bloomers.

Reina walked slowly, her violet eyes scanning every surface with cautious precision, her long black hair clinging to her pale, sweat-streaked face.

"No runes. No traps. No heat sensors," she murmured, her thigh-high socks shifting as she moved, her breasts rising with a wary breath.

"This... feels too clean. Can we trust it?"

Aika touched a velvet-soft blanket on one of the beds, her fingers brushing the fabric with care.

Her long brown hair clung to her shoulders, her glasses fogged slightly, her bare breasts still flushed from the trials.

Her brows furrowed, her stoic facade holding firm, but the tension in her spine remained, as if she couldn’t yet trust the peace.

Kota stood still, his sword dipping slightly, his dark eyes scanning the chamber with uncertainty.

His armor, cracked and bloodied, felt out of place in this serene sanctuary.

A second line of text blinked into existence beneath the first:

You are safe.

You may finally rest.

The word finally hit like a release.

Kota exhaled, a breath caged in his ribs since the dungeon began, not a gasp but a slow, honest release of air, raw and human.

Miki broke the stillness, her movements impulsive and unapologetic.

She stripped, flinging her disheveled gym bloomers and top off her shoulders, her busty breasts bouncing free, her sun-tanned skin glistening as she tossed her clothes aside.

With a gleeful sprint, she dove into the closest pool, the warm water enveloping her with a splash.

"OH MY GOD, it’s hot and it doesn’t sting anywhere!" she cried, her voice a mix of relief and joy, her orange ponytail floating in the steam.

Reina arched a brow, her lips twitching with faint amusement. "That’s your standard for safety?"

Her tone was dry, but her violet eyes softened as she watched Miki splash, water cascading over her breasts.

Miki blew her a kiss, her tits glistening as she splashed playfully.

"My nipples haven’t been touched in five minutes, so yes!"

Aika sighed, but a genuine smile curved her lips, the first in what felt like an eternity.

She unbuttoned her ruined blouse with slow, precise movements, folding it neatly even in this surreal sanctuary.

Her skirt and sheer black pantyhose followed, sliding down her toned thighs, revealing her bare, glistening skin.

She stepped down the warm stone stairs into the pool, her movements graceful, like a queen entering her bath, the steam rising around her full breasts and taut nipples.

Reina was next, her undressing methodical, no trace of seduction—just peeling off her sweat-drenched blouse and skirt, her bra and thigh-high socks following.

Her pale skin shimmered in the steam as she slid into the pool, her statuesque form cutting through the water with quiet elegance, the mist curling around her like it obeyed her presence.

Kota hesitated, his cracked armor still clinging to his body, his sword heavy across his back.

His dark eyes flicked between the pools and the girls, his jaw tight, his body still braced for a fight that wasn’t coming.

Three naked women—Miki, Reina, Aika—looked back at him, their bodies glistening in the warm water, their gazes holding something deeper than the lust of the trials.

It was trust, forged in the crucible of flesh and steel, a bond that transcended the dungeon’s demands.

"Get in," Aika said, cupping warm water between her hands, letting it pour over her breasts, the droplets tracing her curves.

Her voice was soft but commanding, her glasses glinting in the steam.

"You earned it," Reina added, her tone softer than ever, her violet eyes warm with a rare vulnerability, her long black hair floating in the water.

Miki grinned, her sun-tanned skin radiant, her breasts bobbing in the pool as she leaned forward.

"Come on, Kota. We’ve got a lot of thank yous to give," she teased, her voice playful but laced with genuine affection, her exhibitionism tempered by the intimacy of the moment.

Kota exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he set his sword against the stone, its runes dim but victorious.

He shed his cracked armor, piece by piece, revealing his sweat-slicked, muscular frame, scars and blood marking his survival.

With a slow, deliberate step, he entered the pool, the warm water enveloping him, washing away the trials’ weight.

As he dropped into the steaming pool, the water hissed around him, lapping at his thighs, drawing a groan from his lips—not pain, but pure release, a sound echoing the raw intensity of when he’d spilled inside them, tension bleeding out through his ragged breath.

The pool was vast, large enough to swim, but the four stayed close, their bodies drawn together by an unspoken bond.

Miki floated onto her back, her sun-tanned skin radiant in the soft light, her busty breasts bobbing above the water, nipples stiff and glistening.

"I feel like my pussy finally forgave me," she sighed, her orange ponytail floating in the steam, her voice a mix of relief and playful exhaustion.