Chapter 12: doing great
"You're doing great," Kota replied, not sarcastically, his eyes flickering over her flushed, glistening form.
Aika inhaled sharply as she rolled her hips, her skirt riding up to flash more of her pantyhose-clad thighs, the wall's heat teasing her skin.
"This wall is breathing," she gasped, her voice trembling, her breasts pressing harder against the stone.
"Yes," Kota said, his voice firm. "You have to match its rhythm. Let it lead."
The glyph glowed brighter, its light bathing them in a warm, obscene glow.
The wall pulsed against them, its surface rippling in sync with their movements, drawing soft moans from the dungeon itself.
Reina twitched, her face scarlet, her thighs trembling as the wall's hum intensified.
"Oh god, it moaned—did we do it wrong?" she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily, her blouse clinging tighter.
"No," Kota said, his voice steady, watching their glistening bodies.
"You're doing it right. Keep going."
Aika's forehead pressed against the stone, her glasses fogging, her breath coming faster, her hips jerking once, then again, her pantyhose squishing audibly as she moved. Her face flushed with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal, her lips parting in a soft moan.