The bronze door slid open with a wet, approving hiss, releasing a wave of warm, moist air that enveloped the party.
Kota stepped in first, his sneakers slipping slightly on the slick, polished tiles, the chamber's humid haze prickling his skin, the dungeon's lewd pulse throbbing beneath the gleaming floor.
The room stretched wide, a circular ballroom glistening like it had been doused in magical oil, its tiles forming a radiant ring, each softly glowing under a shimring layer of pink gel that pulsed with a faint, erotic hum.
A few feet away, four raised tiles—pressure pads—protruded slightly, their surfaces slicker than the rest, beckoning with an ominous allure.
In the center, above a rune-etched pedestal, a translucent screen flickered into existence, its text pulsing with the ga's sultry, unyielding command.
TRIAL: LUBE ROOM SYNC CHALLENGE
"To proceed: Synchronized Orgasm Protocol."
Four pads. Four participants. Each must reach climax in harmony.
Out of sync = reset with increased arousal penalties.
Three resets = ltdown state = irreversible loss of control.
Reina's eyes narrowed, a bead of sweat tracing her tensed jaw in the crimson glow.
"What does 'loss of control' an?"
"Either the floor swallows you," Kota muttered, scanning the screen's fine print, his voice low as he traced the ga's cruel logic, "or you get stuck here moaning for eternity. Forever edging. Maybe both."
Miki swallowed hard, her flushed cheeks betraying a flicker of nerves, her breath uneven in the musky air.
Aika remained silent, her posture rigid, a faint wince crossing her face from her recent trial, her glasses glinting with resolve despite the dungeon's heat pressing against her.
Hina crossed her arms, stepping back, her short hair damp with sweat, eyes blazing with defiance.
"I'm not masturbating in front of him. Not for so cursed lube floor."
Yuri tilted her head, a thin, teasing smile curling her lips, her voice laced with mockery.
"You really expect to fake an orgasm to your voice, virgin-kun?"
Kota didn't flinch, his gaze steady, unfazed by the ga's escalating stakes.
"Fine," he said, tone flat. "Stand back. But if we fail—you're next in line for the punishnt."
He strode to the pads, the slick tiles squelching faintly under his steps, the chamber's lewd hum intensifying.
One pad, nearest the far end, glowed faintly, its surface neutral compared to the others' vibrant pulse.
Kota knelt beside it, his fingers hovering over the gel, its warmth radiating up his palm.
"This one's... looking different," Miki said, peering over, her voice soft, eyes wide in the sultry light.
"It's a dummy node," Kota muttered, tracing the rune's faint etchings, his mind flashing through ga's chanics.
"I rember this—if fewer girls survive or participate, the trial adjusts. That pad only activates if the other three climax in perfect sync."
"So it's automatic?" Aika asked, her voice steady despite a faint tremor, her stance firm in the musky haze.
"Only if we nail the rhythm," Kota said, eyes narrowing. "One person off, and it won't trigger."
Miki stepped forward, her bare foot sinking into the gel of the closest pad, the squish echoing obscenely in the chamber, a flush creeping up her neck as the tile glowed brighter, its runes pulsing in sync with her hesitant touch.
"...I'll go first."
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