Chapter 28: Aika knelt
Aika knelt slowly onto the slick, rune-etched floor of the chamber, her movement not surrender but a calculated necessity, biting her lip as she positioned herself over a glyph carved with dual lines curving inward, its red glow pulsing with obscene intent.
Her hands pressed down, the lube's scalding warmth seeping into her palms, a flush creeping up her flushed neck, her glasses fogging faintly in the musky, arousal-charged air thick with lavender and raw heat.
The rune pulsed pink, faint and unsteady, her brow furrowing as the game's stamina drain tugged at her core.
Kota approached, his hoodie damp with sweat, his voice calm but firm.
"You're tense," he said, kneeling beside her, the chamber's crimson glow casting shadows across his sweat-beaded brow.
"I'm not putting on a performance," Aika muttered, her eyes narrowing, a bead of sweat tracing her flushed collarbone, her skirt clinging to her hips.
"You won't need to," Kota replied, his gaze steady, undeterred by her defiance.
Aika stiffened as his hand reached under her skirt, her breath hitching, but he didn't grab—instead, his two fingers pressed gently against her inner thigh, nudging it open with a warm, electric touch, the lube amplifying the sensation.
He took her hand, as he had with Reina, guiding it forward to her lacy panties, damp with lube, his fingers brushing hers as he positioned them over her slick folds.
"Slow," he murmured, his voice a low command. "You don't have to moan. Just move. Match the rune."
Aika followed, her hand trembling, soft strokes gliding over her damp skin, the lube's heat igniting her nerves with a teasing pulse.