CHAPTER 84: MAP 2 LEVEL 1 - 3

The jungle breathed, not with lungs, but with a primal rhythm—vines swelling and contracting like heaving breasts, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal distilled into nectar and earth.

Mist curled around their ankles, warm and clinging, like the breath of a lover whispering filthy promises against sweat-slicked skin, making nipples harden, thighs grow slick, pulses race with unwilling need.

Kota was already ten paces ahead, his lean, scarred body tense but steady, his sleek black strap-vest hugging his torso, his tight pants outlining his hardening cock, straining against the fabric as the jungle’s heat stirred his arousal.

He stood unmoving, his dark eyes calm, his breath even, a pillar of resolve amidst the seductive chaos.

The rest followed, their bodies exposed in the jungle’s cruel garb, each step a test of will:

Sereya moved with deliberate grace, her voluptuous form tense, her gold-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples stiff and rubbing against the fabric with every motion, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her.

Her slit skirt lifted again and again by unseen breezes, revealing her bare, regal sex, her slick mound glistening, her arousal betraying her imperial disdain as wetness trickled down her creamy thighs, her amber eyes narrowed in fury and hidden excitement.

Selene darted forward with wide-eyed fear, clutching her sheer white shift low, but it clung like wet silk, riding up to expose her soft, virgin pussy lips, slick and parting with each panicked step,

her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples visible and hard against the fabric.

Her thighs trembled, heat blooming in her core as the mist teased her sensitive skin, her bratty defiance cracking under the humiliation, her violet eyes shimmering with tears and forbidden desire.

Lyra swayed her hips in rhythmic defiance, her translucent red silk webbing clinging to her small breasts, nipples poking through visibly, stiff and aching as the mist brushed them like teasing fingers.

Her slick pussy throbbed with each step, wetness dripping down her inner thighs, her masochistic thrill evident in her faint smile, her long red hair swaying as she embraced the exposure, her body quivering with anticipation.

Elira marched with tense silence, her muscular frame rigid, her firm breasts heaving against the barely-there straps, nipples erect and throbbing, her scarred thighs visibly soaked, the leather thong between her cheeks darkening with her arousal.

Each step was a battlefield, her pussy aching despite her stoic glare, her tattooed abs flexing as the mist caressed her like an unwelcome lover, stirring heat she fought to suppress.

Veyna bit the edge of her knuckle, her freckled body trembling, her rope-bound breasts bouncing lightly, nipples hard and begging for touch, her cursed fire making her glow as she muttered "don’t moan don’t moan don’t moan" under her breath.

Her slick pussy dripped with each step, wetness trailing down her inner thighs, her unstable lust warring with her violent nature.

Then the HUD appeared midair, flickering red, its words a silent command that sent a shiver through their exposed bodies:

TRIAL ONE: THE TOUCHLESS PATH

"NO SOUND."

"NO MOVEMENT."

"NO RELEASE."

"REACT, AND BE TAKEN."

They froze, their hearts pounding, arousal warring with fear—Sereya’s nipples stiffening further, her mound glistening; Selene’s virgin pussy pulsing, her thighs slick; Lyra smiling faintly, her pussy throbbing; Elira’s thighs trembling, her wetness betraying her; Veyna’s body shaking, her arousal dripping.

Except Kota.

He simply breathed, unmoving, his dark eyes fixed ahead. He set the bar, his calm a quiet challenge.

And the jungle grinned, its vines twitching with hunger.

The first vine moved like a finger dipped in oil—slick, deliberate, curling with the patience of something that knew they’d break, its surface glistening with a nectar that promised ecstasy and ruin.

It found Selene first, her petite body trembling in her sheer white shift.

A thin tendril slithered up her pale leg, brushing her inner thigh with teasing flicks, the contact electric against her sensitive skin.

The shift she wore was already soaked at the hem, clinging to her virgin pussy like a second skin.

The vine didn’t pull the fabric aside—it slipped under it, pressing gently against her clit with slow, knowing pressure, circling the swollen nub, teasing her slick folds without mercy.

Selene let out a breath—sharp, involuntary—then clapped her hands over her mouth, her violet eyes wide, cheeks flushed pink with humiliated arousal, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff against the gauze, her thighs quivering as wetness dripped down her legs.

A dozen other vines twitched at once, the jungle responding to her near-slip, their tips glistening, hungry for more.

They’d heard her. But she hadn’t spoken. Not yet.

Lyra stood still as stone, her translucent red silk webbing teasing her small breasts, but her nipples hardened instantly when the jungle began to play.

Two translucent suckers hovered just above each breast—no contact at first, just the sensation of something close, warm, and insistent.

Then—one suckled, soft and warm, rhythmic, pulling at her nipple with gentle suction that sent a jolt straight to her throbbing pussy.

Lyra didn’t moan.

She smiled, her smoky eyes half-lidded, her inner thighs glistening with fresh wetness, her masochistic thrill building as the sucker tugged harder, her body quivering but unyielding.

Sereya didn’t flinch when her slit skirt lifted, the vine brushing her bare mound, teasing her slick folds with featherlight strokes.

She didn’t gasp when it kissed her clit, circling the swollen nub with agonizing slowness.

But her fingers flexed, her breath came slow and controlled, one drop of sweat trailing between her heavy breasts, vanishing under the gold wrap, her voluptuous body betraying her with a faint quiver, her arousal dripping down her creamy thighs.

A thicker vine curled behind her, stroking the crease of her ass, pressing against her tight hole but not entering—stopping, waiting, teasing her with the promise of penetration.

Veyna wasn’t so lucky, her freckled body twitching the moment a vine tickled between her legs, circling her clit with slick, relentless pressure before retreating like mocking laughter.

Her jaw clenched, her hips bucked once—instinctive, her cursed fire flaring faintly, her small breasts heaving, nipples hard as she fought the moan building in her throat, wetness flooding her thighs.