NOVEL NEXT Chapter 103: Map 2 Level 4 - 5
The jungle chamber exhaled, the air thick with the musky scent of milk, spit, cum, and oil, a heavy curse that clung to their skin like a lover's sweat.
The moss path dimmed, its glow fading into the earth, the vines retreating into the shadows, their flowers closing with soft, moist sighs.
The five survivors—Kota, Selene, Lyra, Sereya, and Veyna—lay sprawled across the slick tiles, not victorious but emptied, their bodies trembling, pussies dripping, nipples aching, wrecked by the relentless trial.
The HUD flickered, its crimson script cold and final:
All quotas fulfilled. Collection complete. No disqualifications.
Participants: 5
Seed Output: MAX
Trial 4: CONCLUDED
Silence fell, but not peace—the heat didn't fade, the jungle's hunger lingering like a pulse beneath the stone.
Kota sank to his knees, his lean, scarred body heaving with ragged breaths, his dark eyes blank, his cock twitching with final spasms, still hard, glistening with Selene's slick and his own cum.
Sweat dripped from his brow, his tight pants clinging to his thighs, the fabric soaked with pre-cum and arousal, his restraint a shattered blade that had barely held through the trial.
Selene trembled beside him, her petite body collapsed on the moss, her plump ass stretched wide, hot white cum leaking slowly from her violated hole, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples sore and puffed.
Her lips parted, her tongue dry against the moss, her violet eyes glazed with humiliated gratitude, her virgin pussy throbbing untouched, wetness dripping down her thighs as she murmured, "Th-thank you…" Her voice was barely audible, a fragile whisper of survival.
Veyna hummed somewhere in the distance, her freckled body sprawled, her small breasts heaving, nipples dripping with cursed milk, her pussy glistening with arousal.
"...Next time I want more…" she rasped, her slitted eyes wild, her wild orange-red braids matted with sweat and moss, her laughter broken but defiant, her body glowing faintly with cursed fire.
Lyra just smiled, her willowy body lying limp, her small breasts glistening with sweat, nipple clamps still twisted and glowing red, her pussy throbbing with masochistic bliss, her smoky eyes half-lidded, serene in her surrender.
Sereya didn't speak, her voluptuous body slumped, her heavy breasts streaked with milk, dark nipples stiff and aching, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her amber eyes burning with silent fury and humiliated desire, her slick pussy dripping as she fought to reclaim her regal composure.
The room shifted, stone melting into root, the air growing heavier, the scent of arousal intensifying.
Vines descended—not to grab, but to frame a new path, a tunnel of black, pulsing, wet, breathing with a life of its own.
The HUD flickered again, its voice lower, hungrier, dripping with anticipation:
You are ready for the final level.
NEXT TRIAL → Path of Hunger.
Warning: Vaginal access remains disabled.
A shudder passed through Selene's spine, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving as she pushed herself up, tears pricking her violet eyes.
"What… does that mean?" she whispered, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching with dread and arousal, her ass still leaking Kota's cum.
The jungle answered with a low, guttural moan, the tunnel ahead throbbing open wider, something dark and sweet-smelling dripping from its top, unnaturally warm, like nectar laced with lust.
The path was open, a hungry maw waiting to swallow them whole.
Kota rose slowly, his lean body tense, his cock still hard, throbbing with unspent need, his dark eyes fixed on the tunnel.
Silent, he walked first, his boots sinking into the slick moss, his presence a quiet command that stirred the women's arousal further.
Behind him, four ruined women crawled again—numb, shaking, but aching for more, their bodies slick with sweat, milk, and cum, their pussies dripping, nipples aching, driven by a primal hunger that matched the jungle's own.
Selene whimpered, her small breasts trembling; Lyra swayed, her smoky eyes gleaming with masochistic anticipation; Sereya crawled with defiant grace, her heavy breasts swaying; Veyna laughed, her cursed fire flaring as she moved, her pussy throbbing with manic lust.
They stepped into the dark, the tunnel's wet, pulsing walls closing around them, the jungle's hunger palpable, waiting for their next surrender.
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The tunnel opened—not a door, but a wet, glistening slit in the wall, breathing inward with a low, throaty pulse, the vines parting not with violence but with expectation, their slick surfaces shimmering in the greenish-gold moonlight.
The group crawled inside, their bodies trembling, pussies throbbing, nipples aching, driven by a primal hunger that matched the jungle's own.
The tunnel was humid, throbbing, alive—moss dripping from the ceiling, slick as oil, stones pulsing under their knees, the walls undulating with a pressure that felt like a lover's gaze.
The air was heavy, saturated with the scent of nectar and arousal, making their skin tingle, their clits pulse, their cocks throb.
Selene gasped, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath her sheer white shift, her virgin pussy dripping.
"It feels like it's… watching," she whispered, her violet eyes wide with dread and humiliated arousal, her thighs quivering.
Kota stayed silent, his dark eyes scanning the tunnel, his breath steady but heavy with the weight of their survival.
The HUD flickered mid-air, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Welcome to Trial 8: The Path of Hunger
All players silenced. All moans punished.
Tongue Clamps: Online.
Cock-Cuff: Linked to Partner Orgasms.
Station 1: Soundless Worship
Begin.
A hiss echoed from above, tendrils lowering like snakes, each glistening with nectar, targeting their mouths with predatory precision.
Selene backed away, her voice trembling, "What—" Too late—a thick loop of vine slipped into her mouth, wrapping around her tongue, tightening once like a band of steel.
She choked briefly, her small breasts heaving, her violet eyes watering as her pussy clenched with humiliated need.
Lyra smiled, her willowy body yielding as a vine looped her tongue, her small breasts trembling, her slick pussy dripping with masochistic anticipation.
Sereya flinched, baring her teeth as her clamp locked into place, her voluptuous body tensing, her heavy breasts heaving, her amber eyes burning with rage and arousal.
Veyna sucked on her clamp, testing it, moaning through her nose, her freckled body glowing, her pussy throbbing with manic lust.