Chapter 4: No one breathed
The silence left in Rina's wake hung heavy, wet, and charged, like the air before a storm of lust.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The stone where she'd stood glistened, too clean, the sigil's glow faded into a moist, body-shaped imprint that pulsed faintly, as if the dungeon had savored her climax.
The moaning walls sighed with a soft, sated hum, their fleshy pink surfaces slick with fresh dew, dripping in slow, teasing rivulets.
"What... what was that?" Yuri stammered, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her blouse clinging to her curves, sweat making the fabric near-translucent, outlining the lace of her bra.
Her makeup smeared, giving her a wild, disheveled allure.
"She's dead?" Miki whispered, eyes huge, her tanned thighs trembling as her skirt rode up, sticky dungeon fluid clinging to her bare legs.
"That thing... just moaned her to death?"
"She touched a Cum Sigil," Kota said quietly, staring at the floor, his hoodie damp with the dungeon's musky heat, clinging to his lanky frame.
"She disrespected the trap's rules and triggered a high-level orgasm overload. The dungeon absorbed her. That's how it works. It eats climax energy."