Chapter 24: Tiles 2
Aika stepped toward the next glowing pad, her heels clicking sharply against the slick, lube-drenched tile, halting abruptly as the shimmering pink gel glistened beneath her, its warm, viscous surface pulsing with a raw arousal.
She didn't sit, crossing her arms tightly, her posture rigid, a flush creeping up her flushed neck as she eyed the pad's obscene sheen, the game's perverse challenge looming over her.
"I'm not doing what she just did," she said flatly, her voice steady but laced with defiance, her glasses glinting in the chamber's crimson glow.
Kota tilted his head, standing two steps back, his hoodie damp with sweat, his gaze unwavering in the sweltering haze.
"Then how do you plan to finish?" he asked, voice even, cutting through the dungeon's lewd pulse.
"I'll follow your rhythm," Aika said, her eyes narrowing, a bead of sweat tracing her jaw. "But not... touching myself like that."
"Then we fail," Kota replied, unyielding, his tone devoid of mockery, grounded in the game's brutal logic.
Aika's glare sharpened, her arms tightening across her chest, the faint quiver in her stance betraying her resolve.
Kota didn't step closer, didn't smirk or leer, just locked eyes with her, his voice firm. "This isn't about pride. This is a puzzle. Solve it—or you all lose."