Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 75: Continue?

Chapter 75: Continue?

Everyone froze.

Aika’s brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.

Miki’s green eyes shimmered, her hands loose at her sides, her naked body radiating vulnerability.

"I mean—look at us. We were thrown into this nightmare, and yeah, it was scary and awful and so fucking hard..." She looked at Kota, her gaze wide, glistening with emotion.

"But I’ve never been touched like that. Never came like that. I didn’t even know my body could do half the shit it did in here. I thought sex was just... grunting and awkward messes in dark rooms. This ruined me."

Reina scoffed, but there was a softness in her tone.

"So you want to live in a dungeon forever because the orgasms are better?" Her violet eyes narrowed, her long black hair swaying as she crossed her arms.

Miki shrugged helplessly, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. "No? Maybe? I don’t know!" Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between them.

"What if this is the only place we ever feel like that again?"

Kota spoke, his voice quiet but even, cutting through the tension.

"It’s just a game. A brutal, perverse one. It feels like magic... because it is. But we still have our lives back home." His dark eyes met Miki’s, steady and grounding, his scarred frame a testament to their survival.

Aika stepped closer, her bare feet whispering on the marble, her voice gentle but firm.

"A hundred million yen is enough to make a lot of fantasies happen. We can build whatever you want, Miki." Her eyes softened, a rare warmth breaking through her stoic facade.

Miki blinked, her green eyes widening. "You mean like... our own dungeon?" Her voice held a spark of her usual playfulness, her lips twitching into a hesitant grin.

Reina’s lips twitched, a faint smirk breaking through.

"Soundproof, of course." Her tone was dry, but her violet eyes glinted with amusement.

Aika’s smirk matched hers, her bare breasts rising with a soft laugh.

"With actual safewords."

Miki’s grin returned, wide and wild, her exhibitionism flaring. "And Kota’s tied to a chair for a week straight while we take turns fucking his brains out."

Kota exhaled, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

"You girls are monsters." His voice was rough but warm, his dark eyes softening as he looked at them, his bond with them unshakable.

They laughed, the sound raw and real, filling the chamber with a warmth that felt like home.

Miki stepped toward her pedestal, her fingers hovering over the RETURN TO WORLD button, her grin fading into something softer.

"I still kinda want to press Continue," she whispered, her voice trembling with honesty. "But..."

She turned, crossing to Kota, and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked body tight against his chest, her sun-tanned skin warm against his scars.

"I’d rather have you back in the real world than risk losing you in this one," she murmured, her voice raw, her green eyes glistening with devotion.

One by one, the girls moved to their pedestals, their naked forms glowing under the golden light.

Three glowing buttons.

Three women, bound by trials and trust. And one man who’d saved them all.

They raised their hands together, their movements synchronized, a final act of unity.

With a shared breath, they pressed RETURN TO WORLD, the chamber shimmering as the light enveloped them, promising a return to the world they’d fought so hard to reclaim.

Three buttons clicked, the sound sharp in the Rest Chamber’s golden glow.

RETURN TO WORLD – confirmed.

A resonant chime echoed, warm and triumphant, as a deep, enveloping warmth spread through the air.

The space between the pedestals shimmered, like heat rising off desert stone, the light curling around their naked forms—Miki, Reina, Aika, and Kota—each glistening with the sweat and intimacy of their shared trials.

Miki turned first, her sun-tanned skin catching the light, her orange ponytail swaying as she laughed nervously, her green eyes glinting with mischief and relief.

"See you in the real world, hero," she teased, her busty chest heaving.

Reina’s body glowed next, white-gold threads climbing her pale thighs, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her violet eyes soft but resolute.

"You’d better show up for whatever twisted vacation house we end up building," she said, her tone dry but warm, her breasts rising with a steady breath, her submissive nature tempered by trust.

Aika stepped close, her bare breasts brushing Kota’s arm, her long brown hair loose, her glasses still discarded, revealing a softer face.

She pressed her forehead to his, her hand resting on his scarred chest, her touch steady but intimate.

"Thank you for making me believe in someone again," she whispered, her voice raw, her stoic facade crumbling with gratitude.

Kota stood still, his dark eyes locked on hers, his scarred frame unmoving.

He didn’t smile, didn’t speak.

His heart pounded, but his finger hovered over a different button, the weight of his choice a silent storm.

- CONTINUE

He pressed it.

The world screamed.

The golden light around the girls flared, then tore away in a violent cascade, their bodies shimmering like shattering glass, pulled upward in spirals of code and radiant light.

Their expressions froze—Miki’s playful grin, Reina’s soft resolve, Aika’s tender gratitude—before they were extracted, not peacefully but with a wrenching force.

One moment, they stood with him, warm, real, naked.

The next, they were gone, their absence a cold void in the chamber.

Silence fell, heavy and absolute.

The pedestals faded, the silken beds dissolved, the warmth turned to ice.

Kota stood alone, naked, his cock still hard, his body thrumming with the lingering heat of their intimacy. But he was alone.

Until the floor dropped away without warning.

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Kota landed hard on soft moss, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs with a grunt.

Humid air closed in, thick with the scent of wet bark, rich earth, and distant water.

The jungle was dense, vibrant, alive—vines curling around towering trees, glowing plants pulsing faintly in the undergrowth, bird calls echoing in the canopy.

Somewhere far off, a low growl rumbled, primal and menacing.

He sat up slowly, his scarred body slick with sweat, his dark eyes scanning the clearing.

His HUD blinked on across his vision, the game’s interface stark and unyielding.

A voice—female, sultry, artificial—spoke in his mind, its tone both seductive and cold:

"Welcome, Player One. You have selected: CONTINUE."

"Map Two: Eden Unchained – Jungle Biome has been activated."

"Your prior performance has been logged"

"New players are being summoned. Please remain in the designated Rest Zone until arrivals are complete."

Kota blinked, his heart pounding as he took in his surroundings.

The clearing held a stone bed, its surface smooth and inviting, beside a clear spring bubbling softly.

A pile of neatly folded gear—leather armor, a new sword, rune-etched bracers—lay nearby, alongside baskets of exotic fruit and vials of shimmering liquid.

It was the same setup as the first map’s Rest Chamber, but wilder, rawer, infused with the jungle’s primal energy.

He stood, naked and alone.

The jungle loomed around him, its dangers unseen but palpable, the game’s next Chapter waiting to unfold.

New players were coming, but for now, Kota was alone, his choice to continue a solitary vow to face whatever Eden Unchained demanded.