Kota's fingers hovered over the glowing interface plinth in the steel-paneled chamber.
Its translucent glyphs pulsing with a sultry, crimson light, the musky air heavy with arousal and anticipation, chilling the party's sweat-soaked skin despite the trial's lewd heat.
One name flared in soft blue.
Miki Fuyuzawa – Platform 1
Recommended Tool: Manual Wand
He hesitated, his breath catching, sweat beading on his brow as the game's interface prickled with the weight of the command.
Then, with a steady tap, he selected the wand, the other tools—probe, plug, collar—dimming on the screen, their runes fading into shadow.
A slot hissed open beside Miki's raised platform, metal arms extending with a soft whir, presenting a sleek, matte-black vibrating wand, its rounded head glinting under the chamber's crimson glow, humming faintly with enchanted energy.
Miki blinked down at it, breathless in her leather-lined restraints, her lacy shorts riding up to bare flushed thighs, her ponytail swaying, her flushed midriff quivering as the cuffs held her arms spread wide and ankles locked apart.
"You're… gonna make me use that?" she asked, her voice soft, uncertain, a bead of sweat tracing her flushed collarbone.
"No," Kota said, stepping forward, his voice calm but resolute, cutting through the chamber's musky haze. "I'm going to use it."
Miki's breath caught, her flushed cheeks blazing, her wide eyes locking onto his, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation flickering in their depths.
Kota climbed onto the edge of her platform, his movements careful, precise, the steel cold against his knees.
Her restrained form was lewdly exposed—arms splayed above, legs parted, lacy shorts clinging to her curves, damp with lube, her flushed skin shimmering in the crimson light, helpless yet trusting under his gaze.
He picked up the wand, its light vibration pulsing in his hand, a faint magical hum resonating with the game's lust mana.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, his tone steady, eyes meeting hers.
"Y-You really care?" Miki asked, her voice trembling, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips.
"No," Kota replied, his expression neutral, focused on the trial's mechanics. "I just need the rune to glow."
He crouched, positioning the wand's rounded head just above her inner thigh, the lube-slicked skin quivering under the faint hum, the heat radiating through her.
Miki gasped, her body tensing, her flushed thighs clenching instinctively as the vibration grazed her skin, igniting her nerves with a scalding, electric pulse.
Kota moved slowly, dragging the wand upward, stopping short of her folds, letting the magical heat tease her damp, lacy shorts, already soaked with arousal.
"Ten seconds," he said, his voice low, commanding, counting down the game's rhythm.
He applied pressure, just enough, the wand's hum intensifying, pressing against her slick folds through the fabric, the lube amplifying each vibration with a relentless, teasing surge.
Miki's hips bucked, a sharp moan spilling from her lips, her restrained arms straining against the cuffs, her flushed midriff arching into his motion, her ponytail swaying with each shudder.
The rune beneath her platform flared white, its glow pulsing in sync with her rising moans, the chamber's steel walls humming with perverse approval.
The interface beside Kota pulsed green.
Stimulus Accepted
Rhythm Stable
Target Compliant
Miki moaned again, softer, her body yielding to the wand's rhythm, her flushed cheeks glowing, sweat dripping down her flushed collarbone, her parted lips trembling with each cue, the game's lust mana surging through her nerves.
The chamber stabilized slightly, the air's musky weight lifting, the stamina drain pausing as the trial's first success registered.
Kota stood, exhaling, his brow slick with sweat, turning slowly to face the others, their restrained forms suspended on their platforms, breaths held in the crimson glow.
Reina's lacy skirt clung to her flushed thighs, her violet eyes narrowed, a suppressed gasp escaping her lips.
Aika's lacy panties shimmered beneath her skirt, her flushed neck quivering, her glasses fogged.
Yuri's lacy blouse bared her flushed cleavage, a coy smirk masking her tension.
Hina's arms remained crossed, her flushed temple glistening, defiance etched in her scowl.
"Next," Kota said, his voice firm, the interface pulsing with its next command.