Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 61: Card Game end

Chains snapped and dissolved mid-air, glyphs evaporating from their skin like smoke.

The timer blinked out, its ticking silenced.

With a sound like an exhale from the gods, the far wall groaned open, revealing a stairway cut from stone, spiraling upward into gold-lit shadow, a promise of escape and new trials.

They lay there, shaking, dripping, silent.

Miki whispered, her voice raw, splintered, barely audible over her panting breaths.

"Did we... live?" Her sun-tanned skin glistened, her eyes glazed with bliss and disbelief.

Kota nodded, barely able to lift his head, his chest heaving. "We made it."

Reina didn’t answer, curled forward, her arms wrapped around her legs, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.

They weren’t fear or sorrow but the aftermath of something too much, too deep, too beautiful—her submissive nature overwhelmed by the intensity of their shared triumph.

Her thigh-high socks clung to her trembling legs, her long black hair a curtain around her flushed face.

Aika sat up slowly, her bare skin shimmering faintly where her glyph had glowed.

Her fingers traced the spot, trembling slightly, her breaths even but heavy.

She looked down at Kota—wrecked, glowing, divine, and broken on the floor—and her eyes softened, a vulnerability breaking through her stoic facade.

"You passed it," she said, her voice soft but resolute, a quiet awe threading through her words.

"All of us. Somehow."

Kota exhaled, his body giving out as he collapsed backward, arms spread, panting against the cool stone like a man who had poured everything into their survival.

His cock, still hard, glistened with the tension of the trial, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

For once, silence was sacred, a fragile moment of unity forged in their shared vulnerability.

The chamber was still, a profound, weighty silence settling over the black stone walls.

No hum of arcane energy, no lurking threats behind etched glyphs or beneath the altar’s platform—just the ragged breathing of four bodies struggling to reclaim stillness after the storm of their unified climax.

The air, thick with the musky scent of sweat and arousal, hung heavy, a lingering testament to their trial.

Kota lay sprawled on his back, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat pulsing through his skin.

His chest heaved, each breath a slow drag through the remnants of sensation—lips chapped, thighs sticky with sweat and the mingled essence of Miki, Reina, and Aika.

His jaw ached, his muscles screamed, but all he could do was stare at the ceiling, once alive with glowing runes, now dim and ancient, carved with the weight of eons.

Miki let out a soft, broken noise, rolling onto her side, her sun-tanned skin glistening, her orange ponytail clinging to her damp neck.

Her busty chest trembled with aftershocks, her gym bloomers discarded, her thighs twitching involuntarily.

"I can’t feel anything," she mumbled, her voice thick with the haze of overstimulation.

"Not in a bad way. Just... numb. Everywhere." Her eyes, glazed with bliss, blinked slowly, her cheeks flushed to the tips of her ears.

Reina curled in on herself, knees drawn tight to her chest, her long black hair fanning across the seat.

Her violet eyes glistened with tears—raw, real, streaking her flushed face.

"It was going to kill me," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of their narrow escape.

"If we were off by a second—if we hadn’t..." Her thigh-high socks clung to her trembling legs, her breasts heaving with each shaky breath, her submissive nature laid bare in the aftermath.

"You didn’t," Aika said quietly, her voice steady but soft, cutting through the silence.

She was already sitting up, her bare skin shimmering under the chamber’s fading glow, her long brown hair clinging to her sweat-slicked shoulders.

Her glasses fogged slightly, her breasts rising with controlled breaths as she fumbled for her discarded blouse and skirt, not out of modesty but a ritual to reclaim her composure.

Her eyes never left Kota.

"Because of him," she said simply, her tone carrying a quiet reverence.

Kota exhaled through his nose, his jaw clenched, his body protesting as he sat up slowly, a low groan escaping his lips.

"I had help," he muttered, his voice rough, acknowledging Aika’s guidance, Miki’s trust, Reina’s surrender.

Aika rose fully, her bare feet whispering over the stone as she crossed to him.

She extended her hand, her gesture deliberate, offering not just support but a choice.

Kota took it, meeting her halfway, standing under his own strength but letting her guide the moment, their fingers lingering in a silent bond.

He turned to Miki first.

She looked up, her eyes still glazed, her body vibrating with lingering pulses.

He crouched, offering his hand, but she didn’t take it.

Instead, she leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso in a quiet, desperate embrace.

No teasing, no pretense—just raw need, her exhibitionism softened into vulnerability.

Kota held her, his hands steady, grounding her trembling form.

Then Reina.

She hesitated, her violet eyes flicking up as if afraid to break something fragile.

Kota offered his wrist, and she took it tentatively, her fingers locking tight.

He pulled her gently to her feet, and she pressed against his side, not fully leaning but close enough for her trembling to be felt.

Her need for closeness was palpable, her submissive nature seeking his strength.

Aika stepped beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder, then sliding across his back—not a grip, not control, but a quiet possession, certain and unshakable.

Her touch was a claim, forged in the fire of their shared trial.

They moved together, three bodies pressed close to Kota in their own way—Miki’s clinging warmth, Reina’s tentative need, Aika’s steady presence.

The far wall stood open, stone folded back to reveal a wide stairwell cut into the mountain, glowing softly with warm, inviting light.

For once, the path didn’t threaten; it welcomed, a rare reprieve from the dungeon’s cruelty.

Kota stepped forward, the weight of their survival heavy but grounding.

No one spoke, no words needed.

The trials had stripped them bare, but in their shared vulnerability, they’d forged something new—not just survival, but unity.

For the first time since the dungeon began, they didn’t cling to him out of fear.

They held him because they wanted him there, because they chose him, their bond sealed in the crucible of pleasure and peril.

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