5:59… 5:58…
The chamber's air was thick, charged with a primal electricity, the angled thrones gleaming like altars of sacrifice.
Miki, Reina, and Aika settled onto their seats, their bodies trembling, exposed, and vulnerable, each chest glowing with a tight filament of red rune-light pulsing in sync with the altar's heartbeat.
The musky scent of arousal mingled with the chamber's heat, a suffocating reminder of the trial's stakes.
Miki gasped, her sun-tanned thighs tensing, her busty chest heaving as her glyph flickered.
"Why does it already feel tingly—!?"
Her orange ponytail swayed, her gym bloomers discarded, her bare skin glistening, her nipples hard and oversensitive, her body a live wire stretched to breaking.
Kota stepped between them, naked and focused, his dark eyes sweeping over the altar like a conductor preparing a symphony of pleasure and peril.
