CHAPTER 81: NEW PLAYERS - 6

And Lyra?

She whispered, her voice a sultry moan, "Yes. Finally," her body arching into the light, her pussy throbbing visibly as the runes caressed her like lovers.

The room vanished in a vortex of green light, reality fracturing like a shattered mirror, the women’s screams and moans blending with digital chimes and orgasmic echoes, pulling them into the void.

Eden Unchained: Jungle Map – Arrival Chamber

The jungle air was thick, wet, and alive, humidity clinging to the skin like a lover’s sweat.

Kota sat in the moss-lined rest zone, his scarred body stretched out, a bowl of glowing fruit beside him, untouched.

He hadn’t moved for hours, his dark eyes staring into the canopy, his mind replaying the choice that left him alone.

The HUD pulsed in his vision.

NEW PLAYERS SYNCING: 5 FEMALES. SYNC COMPLETE.

CALIBRATING LIBIDO INDEX... HIGH.

DEPLOYING NOW.

The air tore open with a violent rip, reality fracturing as the women of the court crashed into the jungle glade—naked, glowing, stunned, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal, their arrivals a chaotic symphony of gasps and moans.

Sereya landed on her knees, her voluptuous body trembling, her full breasts heaving, nipples stiff in the humid air, her amber eyes wide with fury and confusion, her slick mound glistening between her creamy thighs as she panted, chains of light fading from her wrists.

Selene collapsed into a tangle of vines, sobbing and moaning, her petite form writhing, her small breasts bouncing, cherry-pink nipples hard, her virgin pussy lips parted and dripping, her silver-blonde curls matted with sweat as the light released her.

Elira hit the dirt on all fours, growling, her muscular body tense, her firm breasts swaying, nipples erect, her tattooed abs flexing as she pushed herself up, her scarred thighs quivering, her pussy aching with residual heat from the summoning.

Lyra fell like silk, laughing breathlessly, her porcelain skin flushed, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff, her slick pussy throbbing visibly as she landed gracefully, her long red hair splayed like blood on the moss.

Veyna burned a circle around herself as she dropped, her freckled body arching in ecstasy, her small breasts flushed, nipples hard, her pussy dripping with cursed fire-laced arousal, flames curling from her fingertips as her collar shattered, her wild red-orange braids glowing like embers.

Kota rose slowly to his feet, his naked, scarred body tense, his sword in one hand, shield in the other, his dark eyes calm but alert as he surveyed the new arrivals—all panting, writhing, naked, and furious, their bodies a tapestry of desire and disorientation.

The HUD lit up again.

NEW TRIAL PLAYERS REGISTERED.

WELCOME TO MAP TWO.

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A chime rang, soft and hollow, like the heartbeat of something massive and slumbering beneath the earth, reverberating through the chamber and stirring the air with an ominous pulse.

Then, the voice—sultry, artificial, laced with a teasing edge—spoke in their minds:

"MAP 2: JUNGLE OF FLESH AND SILENCE."

"INITIATING EQUALIZATION PROTOCOL."

Kota’s eyes snapped open, his scarred body tensing as he sat up, his heart pounding in the humid air.

The chamber was no longer cold stone and flickering flame—it was alive, vines curling across cracked ruins like possessive lovers, moss swelling beneath his bare feet in soft, yielding cushions.

Greenish-gold light trickled through the overhead canopy, shafts of humidity piercing the dimness, casting ethereal glows on the transformed space.

Flowers bloomed where torches once burned, their petals unfurling with faint, seductive sighs, the air thick with the wet scent of earth and distant rain.

Sereya was already on her feet, her voluptuous body tense, her amber eyes wide with fury and confusion, her full breasts heaving beneath the remnants of her crimson gown.

"Where is the palace?" she demanded, her voice a commanding purr that echoed through the vines, her golden chains glinting as she spun, her slick thighs brushing together, a faint heat building between them despite her rage.

Selene whimpered, curled against a stone step, her petite body trembling, her sheer white dress clinging to her pale skin, her small breasts rising with panicked breaths, cherry-pink nipples stiff against the fabric.

"My robe is—where’s my robe?!" she cried, her violet eyes wide with shock, her silver-blonde curls matted, her virgin pussy lips parting slightly as she shifted, a subtle wetness betraying her body’s confused arousal.

One by one, translucent HUD screens flickered into view before them, their names glowing in crimson script, the light casting shadows across their naked or barely clothed forms:

CLASS: LOCKED

MAGIC: SEALED

EQUIPMENT: STRIPPED

RANK: PLAYER – STANDARDIZED

The air shimmered around their bodies, a static crawl slithering over their skin like teasing fingers.

Kota felt it first—a burning tingle along his spine, heat spreading through his limbs. His shirt disintegrated into gray dust, evaporating in wisps of smoke, his belt snapping open, his boots bursting at the seams.

Every item not part of him melted into searing heat and vanished, leaving him naked, his lean, scarred torso exposed, his cock twitching half-hard in the humid air.

He stood in silence as his new outfit reformed: a sleek black strap-vest hugging his torso, snug against his muscles; lightweight pants bound tight at the thighs, bare from the knees down, the fabric clinging like a second skin.

A short, empty sheath hung off his hip—decorative, useless for real weapons, a mocking reminder of his standardized status.

Queen Sereya gasped, her voluptuous body arching as the golden silk unraveled from her chest, her heavy breasts spilling free for a heartbeat, nipples stiffening in the humid air, before wrapping again in barely-there fabric—her slit skirt reforming, hanging open at both thighs, offering flashes of her bare hips and the soft, glistening mound beneath, her arousal stirring despite her fury.

Selene shrieked, her sheer ceremonial dress melting mid-sob, replaced by a thin white jungle shift that clung like wet paper to her petite curves, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples visible through the translucent material, the shadow of her virgin slit teasing with every shift, her body trembling with a mix of fear and unwelcome heat.