At the chamber's heart stood a low stone altar, its surface pristine save for a perfect fan of cards, each shimmering with a soft, ominous black glow.
No markings, no text—just raw, unreadable potential humming with latent magic.
Kota took a single step forward, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned the altar.
The air seemed to tighten around him, the weight of the trial pressing against his chest.
Then the voice came, a feminine purr—mechanical, sensuous, and chillingly detached.
"Trial Phase Initiated.
Draw one card.
Selected act must be performed fully and without interruption.
Target will be marked.
Failure to comply or loss of synchronization: Subject will experience irreversible orgasmic overload and terminate."
Miki let out a small whimper, her sun-tanned skin paling as she clutched her gym bloomers, her orange ponytail swaying with her trembling.
"Terminate…?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes wide with fear.
