Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 74: Aftermath - 4

Chapter 74: Aftermath - 4

Kota stared up at the golden ceiling, his chest rising with slow, heavy breaths.

He’d carried the weight of command, borne pain, doubt, lust, and rage through the dungeon’s trials.

But this—this warmth, this peace—was new, a quiet anchor in the storm of their survival.

He brought his arms up, pulling all three closer, their bare bodies pressing against his scarred, sweat-slicked frame.

"You’re not going anywhere without me," he said, his voice low but resolute, a promise forged in their shared trials. "Any of you."

Aika tucked her head under his chin, her breath warm against his neck, her fingers lingering on his chest.

Reina lay back beside him, her hand finding his, her fingers intertwining with a quiet strength.

Miki sighed, nuzzling closer, her body soft and warm against his, her breath steadying as she relaxed into him.

They didn’t say anything more.

There was nothing left to say.

Their bond—forged in pleasure, pain, and survival—spoke louder than words, a silent vow to carry each other beyond the dungeon’s depths.

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They slept like survivors of a war, their bodies entwined in a cocoon of silk and exhaustion, the Rest Chamber’s golden glow cradling them in a rare moment of peace.

No moans, no screams, no dungeon roars—just the soft, uneven rhythm of their breaths.

Miki lay sprawled across Kota’s chest, her sun-tanned skin flushed, her orange ponytail splayed, a faint drool pooling where her cheek pressed against him, her busty breasts rising with each gentle exhale.

Reina curled at his back, her long black hair draped over his shoulder, her hand resting possessively on his hip, her thigh-high socks discarded, her breasts pressed against his spine.

Aika spooned him from the front, her bare body warm, her long brown hair loose, her legs locked around his thigh like an anchor, her glasses still off, her face softer in sleep.

Kota’s arm was numb beneath their weight, but he didn’t move, didn’t want to.

His scarred, sweat-slicked frame was still, his dark eyes closed, drifting in a dreamless place—the first true rest since the dungeon’s trials began.

His sword lay discarded, its runes silent. No timers ticked, no glyphs pulsed. The world was soft, their bond a quiet sanctuary forged in pleasure and pain.

But rest never lasted.

Not here. Not for them.

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Kota woke first, his eyes fluttering open to the chamber’s dim, golden light.

Something was different—a subtle shift in the air, a new weight in the silence.

He blinked, his gaze settling on three pedestals that hadn’t been there before, glowing softly in a corner as if the room had expanded while they slept.

Each pedestal held a single flat panel, their surfaces pulsing with a gentle rhythm, displaying two options in radiant script.

- CONTINUE

- RETURN TO WORLD

Aika stirred behind him, her breath catching as she lifted her head, her bare breasts brushing his side, her long brown hair clinging to her shoulders.

Her sharp eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light without her glasses. "What is that?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, laced with wary curiosity.

Reina sat up slowly, her violet eyes blinking awake, her long black hair falling over her pale, flushed skin.

She shifted, her movements deliberate, her D-cup breasts rising as she scanned the pedestals, her submissive nature tempered by a growing resolve.

Miki rubbed her green eyes with the back of her hand, her sun-tanned skin glistening, her orange ponytail a mess. She blinked at the pedestals, her voice soft, uncertain.

"Is that... for real?"

No one answered. They didn’t need to.

The weight of the choice hung heavy in the air, its implications clear.

The game wasn’t over—it had merely paused, offering them a crossroads.

They could return to their world, carrying their scars, their bonds, and their rewards.

Or they could continue, diving deeper into the dungeon’s depths, chasing more trials, more power, more of the raw, primal connection that had forged them.

Kota’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes fixed on the panels.

The choice was theirs, but the weight of it pressed against them all—Miki’s trembling hope, Reina’s quiet strength, Aika’s calculating resolve.

They had survived, but the dungeon wasn’t done with them.

It wanted to know.

Would they keep playing?

This hell of a sexy game.

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.

.

The girls stood naked beneath the pedestal lights, their bodies glistening in the soft, golden glow of the Rest Chamber, as if the room itself was watching, waiting.

Aika’s arms were folded across her full breasts, her long brown hair loose, her sharp eyes narrowed without her glasses, her stoic resolve a quiet shield.

Reina stood with her face unreadable, her violet eyes glinting, her long black hair clinging to her pale, sweat-slicked skin, her breasts rising with steady breaths.

Miki bit her bottom lip, her sun-tanned skin flushed, her orange ponytail swaying as she stared at the glowing RETURN TO WORLD symbol, her green eyes shimmering with uncertainty, her busty chest trembling slightly.

Kota stood in the center, his scarred frame bare, his dark eyes steady but silent.

He hadn’t spoken, didn’t need to—the weight of their shared decision hung in the air, each waiting for the other to move.

Reina broke the silence first, her voice flat but resolute.

"I’m not staying here," she said, her thigh-high socks discarded, her posture rigid. "I’m not going to spend the rest of my life fucking on command. We beat the game. We take the reward." Her violet eyes flicked to Kota, a flicker of gratitude softening her usual reserve.

Aika nodded slowly, her arms unfolding, her bare breasts catching the light.

"Agreed. We made it through hell. No reason to tempt fate." Her voice was calm, but her gaze lingered on Miki, sensing her hesitation.

They both turned to Miki, who stood frozen, her lip caught between her teeth, her body still glistening from their earlier passion.

She shifted her weight from one hip to the other, her sun-tanned thighs trembling slightly, her exhibitionism subdued by the weight of the choice.

"I don’t know," she said, her voice soft, almost fragile.