Chapter 2: Into the game
The first thing Kota felt was wet stone against his cheek, slick and warm, like skin after a shower.
The second was screaming.
He pushed himself up with a groan, blinking in the dim, reddish light that pulsed like a lover's heartbeat.
His hand slipped on something viscous—a hot, slippery sheen that smelled faintly of musk.
Is that... lube?
He looked around, heart hammering, pants tightening.
The classroom was gone.
In its place, a long, organic corridor of throbbing pink stone, veined like flesh in heat. The walls pulsed, slow and rhythmic, like the inside of a throat mid-moan.
Glistening droplets fell from above, plopping onto the floor with wet, teasing splashes.
The air was thick, humid, carrying a sweet, primal scent that made Kota's head swim.
Faint, sultry moans echoed from the distance, as if the dungeon itself was aroused.