The last of the slime hissed away, leaving trails of slick, glossy residue over exposed thighs, soaked shirts, and trembling fingers, the air thick with a musky, post-climax haze.
The dungeon's walls pulsed softly, sweating glistening droplets, their low, throaty moans echoing like a lover savoring the afterglow.
Yuri knelt, panting, her blouse translucent, clinging to her curves, lacy bra visible, her hands slick with residue that glistened like liquid shame.
Kanae sat against the wall, legs splayed unwittingly, her skirt flipped up to reveal soaked panties, her fingers dripping with lube, her toned thighs trembling.
Miki lay spread on her back, chest heaving, bloomers soaked through, outlining every curve, her gym shirt plastered to her toned stomach, nipples hardened beneath the damp fabric.
But it was Aika and Reina at the center, panting, glaring, their bodies glistening with magical lube, blouses clinging obscenely to their full breasts, pantyhose and stockings shimmering with dew, their flushed faces betraying a mix of fury and lingering arousal.
"Don't say it," Reina warned, wiping her face, flicking goo off her cheek, the motion making her soaked blouse shift, revealing a glimpse of nipple through the fabric.
Kota didn't say it, his hoodie damp, outlining his lanky frame, his pants tight from the dungeon's heat.
Instead, he pointed to the far wall, his voice steady despite the pulse racing in his veins.
There, pulsing gently, was a doorway-shaped glyph, its lewd, floral slit glowing softly, radiating a warm, tingling energy.
Above it, text in cursive, lascivious letters shimmered: "ENTRY REQUIRES AROUSED CONTACT".
"The door won't open unless two lube-coated participants activate it by pressing directly against the panel," Kota said, calm, almost clinical, though his eyes flickered over their glistening forms.
"Flesh-to-wall. Friction triggers the sensory lock."
Aika raised an eyebrow, her glasses fogged, her blouse clinging to her heaving breasts, bra straps visible through the soaked fabric.
"You mean… grind."
"Essentially," Kota said, his voice low, fighting the heat pooling in his core. "But the system reads pleasure as mana. So just... rubbing casually won't work."
Miki sat up weakly, her bloomers squishing audibly, her tanned thighs trembling, her shirt riding up to expose a sliver of midriff.
"You mean they have to actually… enjoy it?" she asked, her voice husky, lips glossy with sweat.
Reina's face flushed crimson, her violet eyes blazing, her thigh-high stockings slipping slightly, exposing more of her creamy thighs.
"You're out of your goddamn mind," she hissed, her voice trembling with humiliation.
"I'm not enjoying anything," Aika snapped, her face flushed, trying to regain composure, her pantyhose glistening, her skirt riding up to flash a hint of lacy panties.
"I'm soaked in aphrodisiac lube because you dragged us into that trap."
"You dragged yourself," Kota said evenly, his gaze unwavering, locking onto her flushed, glistening form. "Now you can get us out."
The tension between them crackled, thick as the dungeon's musky air.
"I'm not doing it alone," Reina muttered, crossing her arms under her damp chest, the motion making her blouse cling tighter, outlining her hardened nipples.
Kota pointed between them, his voice firm.
"The game wants contact. Paired contact. You and Aika. Both need to press in. At the same time. Full frontal. Upper body or lower—it doesn't matter, but one of you needs to enjoy it."
Reina's face twisted, looking like she might retch, her thighs trembling with residual lube, her skirt clinging to her hips.
Aika raised her chin defiantly, her lips parting in a soft gasp, her glasses slipping down her nose. "We do this fast. No sounds. No eye contact."
"Just friction," Kota said, his voice steady, though his pulse raced as he watched their glistening bodies.
Miki, still sprawled, gave a tired giggle, her chest heaving, her bloomers soaked and outlining her curves.
"Ooh, teacher and class rep lezzing out to open doors. That's kinky," she teased, her voice breathy, lips glistening.
"Shut up," Reina and Aika snapped in unison, their flushed faces burning.
Slowly, they stepped to the wall, their movements hesitant, their soaked clothes squishing audibly.
The glyph flared as they approached, its warm glow recognizing the lube coating their skin, pulsing like a heartbeat in heat.
Reina placed her hands flat on the stone first, her legs trembling, her blouse clinging to her breasts, nipples rubbing against the slick surface.
"Warm…" she whispered, her voice shaking, her hips twitching involuntarily.
Aika followed, mirroring her, her pantyhose shimmering, her blouse translucent, outlining her curves as she pressed her hands to the wall, her breath hitching.
The wall pulsed, its surface yielding like soft flesh, radiating a tingling heat that caressed their skin.
"Closer," Kota instructed, his voice low, his eyes locked on their trembling forms. "You have to push your bodies in. Contact surface has to be significant."
They leaned, then pressed, their breasts squishing against the wall, thighs spreading slightly for balance, their soaked clothes sliding slickly against the stone.
The wall responded with a low, appreciative hum, its surface rippling like a lover's touch.
"Good," Kota said, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his core. "Now start moving. Hips and chest. Slow at first."
"This is beyond humiliating," Reina muttered, grinding forward, her nipples rubbing slickly through her blouse, sending shivers through her, her hips rolling with a reluctant rhythm.
"This is a hate crime."