CHAPTER 88: MAP 2 LEVEL 2

The final circle of the Touchless Path glowed faintly beneath their feet, the jungle’s vines retreating into the shadows with a slick, satisfied slither, leaving the air heavy with the musky scent of arousal and the lingering echo of denied release.

Sereya, Selene, Lyra, and Veyna collapsed in the circle, their bodies trembling, slick with sweat and wetness, pussies throbbing, nipples aching from the vines’ relentless teasing.

Sereya’s voluptuous form quivered, her gold-wrapped band rubbing her stiff nipples, her slick mound dripping as she fought to reclaim her composure, rage and grief warring in her amber eyes.

Selene sobbed silently, her sheer white shift clinging to her small breasts, her virgin pussy lips glistening, tears streaking her face as humiliated desire pooled between her thighs.

Lyra smiled faintly, her translucent red silk teasing her stiff nipples, her pussy dripping with masochistic thrill.

Veyna muttered under her breath, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her rope-bound breasts heaving, her pussy aching as flames flickered at her fingertips, her unstable lust twisted with fear.

Kota stood at the circle’s edge, his lean body tense, his dark eyes calm.

The HUD flickered:

TRIAL COMPLETE.

PLAYERS: 6 → 5

ELIRA: REMOVED

A stone staircase unfurled ahead, descending into thicker jungle, the canopy closing above like a lover’s embrace, the light dimming to a greenish-gold haze, vines thickening, the air growing warmer, wetter, stirring their arousal anew.

They rose slowly, their steps heavy, bodies still quivering with unresolved need, Elira’s loss a haunting shadow.

As they descended, the jungle’s breath caressed their skin, teasing their sensitive spots, promising new torments in Level 2, their unity forged in grief and desire, eyes fixed on Kota as he led them deeper into Eden Unchained.

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The clearing felt alive, ruins overgrown with vines that twitched like eager fingers, glowing plants blooming with soft, wet sighs, the ground soft and yielding, promising both comfort and peril.

The girls huddled close, their breaths ragged, their pussies still throbbing from the path’s teasing, nipples hard in the humid air, a mix of grief for Elira and fear for what lay ahead churning in their chests.

A chime rang out, soft but resonant, the HUD flickering to life in their vision, its crimson script announcing the next trial with cold precision:

Milking Trial – "Goddess Yield"

Milker: Player K

Objective: Extract ≥ 200ml per female participant. Time Limit: 15:00

Failure to meet quota = immediate expulsion of subject.

Sereya’s amber eyes widened, her full breasts heaving as she crossed her arms, the gold band shifting to tease her stiff nipples, sending unwelcome jolts through her core.

"Milking? Like common dairy whores?" she snapped, her voice a commanding purr laced with disdain and hidden desire, her slick thighs pressing together, wetness trickling down her legs at the thought of submission, her imperial pride warring with the heat building in her mound.

Selene whimpered, her petite body curling inward, her sheer white shift clinging to her small breasts, cherry-pink nipples visible and hard, her virgin pussy throbbing with humiliated need.

"E-Extract? From where?" she stammered, her voice trembling, tears pricking her violet eyes as she glanced at her own breasts, a faint bead of milk forming at her nipple, her thighs quivering as arousal betrayed her innocence, her bratty facade cracking under the vulnerability.

Lyra purred softly, her willowy form shifting, her translucent red silk webbing teasing her small breasts, nipples stiff as she arched her back slightly.

"Oh, this will be exquisite," she whispered, her smoky eyes half-lidded, her pussy throbbing with masochistic anticipation, wetness dripping down her inner thighs, her seductive nature thrilled by the promise of deliberate touch.

Veyna laughed breathlessly, her freckled body trembling, her rope-bound breasts heaving, nipples already beading with cursed milk.

"Finally, something fun," she rasped, her slitted eyes wild, her pussy aching as her unstable fire flared, wetness pooling at her feet, her violent lust twisting with eager submission.

Kota breathed in deeply, his chest rising, his cock twitching beneath the tight fabric as he surveyed them, his voice steady.

"We do this right, or we lose more," he said, his dark eyes meeting each of theirs, a quiet command that stirred their arousal further, his presence grounding them in the chaos.

The vines do not ask.

They slither in silent unison, thick as serpents and slick with a glistening nectar that shimmers in the greenish-gold light filtering through the canopy.

Coiling from the wet jungle floor and descending from shadow-draped branches like a ritual in motion, they move with purposeful grace, the clearing—a wide, steaming circle of moss and ruins—alive with their presence.

The air is heavy, humid, sweet with the scent of milk and damp skin, moonlight piercing the halo of green above, casting ethereal glows on the scene.

At its heart stands Kota, bare-chested, his lean, scarred torso glistening with sweat.

Around him, they rise—one by one, the women are lifted, their arms pulled outward, wrists bound by the vines’ slick embrace, their legs spread wide, calves and thighs secured in a web of tendrils that hold them horizontal, floating, twisted into erotic displays of vulnerability and desire.

Their bodies hang like offerings in the air, meat for the trial, exposed and trembling, the vines pulsing faintly against their skin, teasing with subtle vibrations that make pussies ache and nipples harden.

The HUD activates, its crimson script flickering in their vision:

Milking Trial – "Goddess Yield"

Milker: Player K

Objective: Extract ≥ 200ml per female participant. Time Limit: 15:00

Failure to meet quota = immediate expulsion of subject.

A digital ping echoes—cold, clinical—ending the setup, the moment quiet with anticipation.

The vines rip their tops away—no ceremony, no mercy—jungle silks shredding in an instant, leaving four bare chests heaving in the humid air, four pairs of trembling, vulnerable breasts exposed, nipples stiffening under the jungle’s watchful gaze.

Sereya held highest, like royalty on display, her voluptuous body arched forward by the vines, her heavy breasts thrust out, dark nipples flushed and hard, beading with faint sweat that trickles down her curves.