Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 73: Aftermath - 3

Chapter 73: Aftermath - 3

Kota’s hands gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, leaving marks as he devoured her.

Reina hissed through her teeth, her thighs clamping around his face, her voice a low growl.

"Nnnn—don’t tease—eat it like you mean it—!" Her body arched, her pussy grinding against his mouth, her arousal dripping down his chin.

Kota’s tongue worked relentlessly, plunging deep, swirling over her clit, teasing every sensitive fold.

When her moans grew frantic, he shoved two fingers into her tight, wet heat, curling them against her sensitive spot, growling against her as he pushed her to the edge.

Reina screamed, her voice shattering the air. "I’m gonna—I’m gonna fucking—Kota!"

He pulled back just before she finished, leaving her shaking, soaked, and ruined, her pussy pulsing with denied release.

"No," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "You don’t cum until I say."

Reina whimpered, her body trembling, her violet eyes pleading but burning with need.

Kota turned, his gaze locking onto Miki, already bent over a low bed, her sun-tanned ass swaying, pink and begging, her orange ponytail bouncing.

"Kota—please—hard this time—make me forget my name—!" she begged, her voice high and desperate, as she presented herself, her pussy dripping, ready.

He grabbed her ponytail, yanking it back as he slammed his cock into her pussy from behind, one thrust, balls deep.

Miki’s scream echoed, her cunt clenching tightly around him, her ass jiggling with the impact.

Kota fucked her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust a brutal blend of rage, victory, and raw desire, his cock stretching her, filling her completely.

Her moans turned to sobs, her body trembling under his assault.

"Yesyesyesyes fuck yes—!" she cried, her pussy gushing, her thighs quaking.

He reached around, yanking on her nipple, slapping her clit with a sharp sting, pushing her further until she convulsed around his cock, her body shaking with the edge of release.

But he didn’t let her finish, pulling back to keep her teetering.

Aika grabbed his face, her lips crashing into his with a kiss that felt like a bite, fierce and possessive.

She shoved him down onto the bed, her bare body glistening, her breasts heaving.

"You’re not done," she growled, straddling his face, her wet cunt hovering just above his lips, her scent intoxicating.

Miki dropped onto his cock again, her pussy swallowing him with a wet, greedy slide, her hips grinding frantically.

Reina climbed up, straddling his chest, her soaked pussy grinding over his abs, leaving a slick trail as she moved.

"Cum for me," Aika ordered, her voice fierce, her cunt pressing against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head.

"Fill her," Reina hissed, her violet eyes burning, her pussy grinding harder against his stomach, her breasts bouncing with each movement.

"Drown me," Miki begged, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around his cock as she rode him, her ass jiggling with each thrust.

Kota came like a weapon unleashed, his cock buried deep in Miki, his release blasting into her womb, hot and thick, leaking down her trembling thighs.

His hips twitched, his tongue never stopping as he devoured Aika’s cunt, her scream echoing as her orgasm flooded his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin.

Reina came grinding over his abs, her pussy pulsing, her moan sharp and raw as her climax shook her.

They didn’t stop.

They used him again, fucking him with relentless hunger, milking him dry.

Miki rode his cock, her pussy gushing with each thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly. Aika ground against his face, her cunt clenching as she came again, her moans a symphony of release.

Reina’s fingers teased his nipples, her pussy grinding over his stomach, her body trembling with another climax.

The air grew thick with sex, the beds soaked with their mingled fluids, every inch of Kota kissed, licked, bitten, or fucked.

Their bodies moved as one, a final act of unity, their pleasure a celebration of survival, their bond forged in the crucible of the dungeon’s trials.

The air was thick, warm, and saturated with the musky scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat, cum, and raw intimacy.

The girls draped over Kota like lionesses after a hunt—glowing, panting, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their relentless passion.

Cum glistened on their thighs, sweat pooled between their breasts, lipstick smudged across flushed lips, their eyes hazy with bliss and exhaustion.

The silence that settled wasn’t empty—it was full, heavy with the weight of their shared survival, their bond forged in the crucible of flesh and steel.

The golden ceiling of the Rest Chamber glowed softly above, casting a warm light over their tangled forms, the ivory and gold walls a serene contrast to the dungeon’s brutal trials.

Aika curled on Kota’s left, her bare body pressed against his, her full breasts rising with slow, steadying breaths.

Her long brown hair hung loose, brushing her collarbone, her glasses still discarded, revealing a softer, younger face.

Her fingers traced a scar on his chest, a faint mark from the boss’s blades he didn’t recall earning.

"You were supposed to be a weeb," she whispered, her voice low, almost reverent. "Just some boy with too many hentai and no spine."

Her sharp eyes met his, and she smiled—not smug, not ironic, but proud, a rare vulnerability breaking through her stoic facade. "You proved me wrong."

Reina sat at his right, upright, her legs crossed beneath her, her pale skin glistening with droplets of water and sweat.

Her long black hair clung to her shoulders, her breasts still flushed, her violet eyes low-lidded and unreadable.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his in a kiss devoid of urgency—no tongue, just soft, slow, real.

"I hated feeling weak," she murmured, her voice softer than ever, her submissive nature softened by their shared triumph. "You made me hate it less."

Miki curled on his chest like a kitten, her sun-tanned skin warm against him, one leg draped over his hip, her orange ponytail splayed across his shoulder.

Her breath was a hot flutter against his collarbone, her usual wide, goofy grin replaced by a quiet intensity.

Her fingers brushed his cheek, trembling faintly, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of awe and devotion.

"I don’t want to go back to the world if you’re not in it," she whispered, her voice raw, tempered by a deep, genuine connection.