Chapter 5: Carefully
Miki's whole body trembled as she stepped into the glowing circle, her tanned thighs quivering under her short gym skirt.
The sigil pulsed beneath her like a living heart—slick, veined, and throbbing with magical heat, its lewd floral slit radiating a warmth that caressed her skin like a lover's breath.
The dungeon seemed to welcome her, its walls humming with anticipation, dripping with glistening dew.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she muttered, her thighs squeezing together, the hem of her skirt riding up to flash the edge of her bloomers, already damp from the dungeon's musky air.
"This is like one of those bad doujins you find at Comiket."
"Just breathe," Kota said, his voice low and serious, though his chest pounded with a mix of panic and forbidden heat.
His hoodie clung to his lanky frame, sweat outlining his body as the dungeon's pulse pressed against him.
"If you stop now, the room kills all of us. That's not a fantasy."
Miki gave a shaky nod and dropped to her knees inside the circle, her bloomers stretching taut across her hips, the fabric clinging to her curves.