Chapter 10: No shit
The dungeon pulsed with arousal, its air thick with a musky, syrupy haze that clung to every breath.
The floor gleamed with slick, glistening patches, reflecting the magenta glow of the walls, which sweated droplets like a lover post-climax.
Every few seconds, a low, throaty moan echoed, making Yuri gag and Reina's thighs twitch, her soaked blouse clinging obscenely to her heaving breasts, nipples faintly visible through the translucent fabric.
Kota stood in the middle, slime coating his sneakers, his hoodie damp and outlining his lanky frame as he watched Reina struggle to wipe goo from her glistening thighs with her blazer sleeve, smearing it further across her creamy skin.
"We can't stay here," Aika said sharply, stepping forward, her pantyhose shimmering with lube vapor, her tight skirt hugging her hips, accentuating every curve.
"We'll be overwhelmed if we remain in this corridor."
"No shit," Kanae muttered, limping as slime dripped down her toned legs, her skirt riding up to flash soaked panties, clinging to her curves with a wet shlorp.
"There," Aika pointed to a recessed doorway ahead—round, glowing with pink light, its slick edges pulsing like parted lips.
"That's shelter."
Kota blocked her path, his pulse racing in the dungeon's heat. "That's not shelter. It's a trap room."
She glared down at him, her glasses fogging, blouse clinging to her full breasts.