Chapter 3: Do not touch anything!
The walls swelled outward with a slick, sultry inhale, their fleshy pink surface glistening like skin after a forbidden touch.
Something warm and syrupy dripped from overhead, splattering onto Yuri's bare shoulder, sliding down her collarbone toward the swell of her chest.
"AA!" She screamed, swiping at it, her fingers smearing the slick fluid—only for a second, thicker drip to land in her hair, clinging like liquid sin.
Aika stepped back instinctively, her heels clicking, and the wall behind her shuddered, a low moan vibrating through the stone.
Her skirt hugged her hips tighter in the humid air, pantyhose shimmering with faint beads of moisture.
"Do not touch anything!" she barked, her voice sharp but trembling with the dungeon's pulse.
The corridor quivered again, a deep, unmistakably erotic moan rolling from the stone itself—like the dungeon was alive, aroused, and hungry.
The air grew thicker, musky, wrapping around them like a lover's breath.
"The walls," Kota muttered, backing into the group's center, his hoodie sticking to his skin, outlining his lanky frame.
"They're lined with Pleasure Stone. It reacts to movement and fear—and it craves it."
"I swear to God, if you say one more game word—" Reina snapped, her blouse clinging to her curves, the top button straining as her chest heaved with anger.