NOVEL NEXT Chapter 93: Map 2 Level 3 - 1
The jungle floor shuddered beneath them, a wet, earthy groan echoing from above as the canopy split open, greenish-gold moonlight pouring down like a spotlight, bathing the clearing in a humid, otherworldly glow.
The group—Kota, Sereya, Selene, Lyra, and Veyna—stood trembling, their bodies still slick with milk and arousal from the Goddess Yield trial, their pussies throbbing, nipples aching, breaths ragged with the weight of survival and Elira's loss.
The moss parted in a perfect lane, fifty meters long, glistening with dew that shimmered with friction heat, the ground pulsing subtly, vibrating like a living thing.
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of arousal—hot breath, smeared sweat, and dripping cunt—stirring their already heightened desires, making thighs clench and cocks throb.
The jungle didn't wait, its vines twitching faintly, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, the atmosphere a cruel tease that promised pleasure and punishment in equal measure.
The HUD flickered to life in their vision, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Trial 3 – Drive the Beast. Hold the Seed.
Milker Role: Kota Iwasaki – Reassigned as Anchor.
Seed Expulsion: Forbidden.
Female Participants: Four.
Time Limit: 2:00 per pair.
Objective: Complete the path while mounted. No climax. No retreat.
Punishment for failure: Permanent disqualification of partner.
Silence fell, heavy and suffocating, the group frozen as the stakes sank in.
"…You've got to be kidding," Selene muttered, her voice small, breathless, her petite body trembling in her sheer white shift, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff and visible through the fabric.
A single drop of sweat rolled down her flushed cheek, her violet eyes wide with dread and humiliated arousal, her virgin pussy throbbing as she imagined herself exposed, mounted, fucked for all to see.
They all stared at the glowing lane, the moss shimmering faintly, pulsing like a living creature, its surface slick and inviting, designed to test their resolve.
"Wheelbarrow…" Lyra murmured, her willowy body shifting, her translucent red silk webbing clinging to her small breasts, nipples stiff as she arched her back slightly, her smoky eyes glinting with masochistic intrigue, her slick pussy dripping down her inner thighs.
Veyna whistled low, her freckled body trembling, her rope-bound breasts heaving, nipples hard as her wild orange-red braids swayed.
"And we get to ride that thick cock the whole way? Jungle's getting bolder," she rasped, her voice raw with manic lust, her pussy aching visibly, wetness pooling at her feet, her cursed fire flaring faintly as her unstable desire surged.
Kota said nothing, his lean, scarred body tense, his jaw clenched, his tight pants outlining his straining cock, throbbing painfully with backed-up need from the milking trial.
The HUD floated in his peripheral vision, its warning stark: Seed retention required. If the Anchor climaxes: all participants terminated.
His hand twitched, his dark eyes scanning the path, his breath steady but heavy with the weight of the task, his cock pulsing with arousal he fought to control.
The vines answered, moving without ceremony, choosing the first participant with cruel precision.
Selene shrieked as two tendrils wrapped around her creamy thighs, lifting her into the air, flipping her midair before setting her on all fours at the trail's beginning.
Her face burned crimson, her violet eyes locking on Kota with a mix of panic and humiliated need, her small breasts jiggling beneath her shift, her virgin pussy exposed as the vines yanked her jungle silks down with a sharp snap, baring her slick, glistening lips to the moist air.
Her plump ass trembled, vines nudging her hips upward, positioning her like an offering.
"W-Wait! Wait, I didn't say I was ready!" she cried, her voice breaking, tears pricking her eyes as her clit throbbed, her pussy dripping with arousal she couldn't hide, her humiliation kink flaring under the jungle's gaze.
"You're wet," Kota said calmly, walking toward her, his boots sinking into the moss, his cock straining harder against his pants.
"You're ready." His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with focus, his arousal evident in the pre-cum dampening his cloth.
Her face went pale, her small breasts heaving, her cherry-pink nipples stiffening further.
"Y-you're seriously going to—right here—like this?!" she stammered, her thighs quivering, her pussy clenching with a mix of fear and desire as the vines held her in place, her ass raised, inviting.
He knelt behind her, his hands steady, his breath hot against her skin as he positioned himself.
"Palms on the moss," he said, his voice low, commanding. "Don't stop crawling."
She looked up at the path—long, shimmering, pulsing—then back at him, her violet eyes wide with dread and arousal.
His cock was already free, thick, veined, flushed dark with backed-up need, brushing her inner thigh as he aligned himself.
She whimpered, her pussy dripping, her clit throbbing untouched.
"Don't cum," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"I-I wasn't planning to—" she started, her voice trembling, her humiliation spiking as she imagined the others watching, her pussy aching for the intrusion she both feared and craved.
"I meant me," he said, his voice a low growl, his dark eyes locking on hers, the weight of his restraint a heavy burden.
Her eyes went wide, her breath catching as he grabbed her hips, his fingers bruising her skin.
With one slow thrust, he slid inside, his thick cock stretching her virgin pussy, hot and wet, pulling him deeper with each inch.
Selene screamed, her hands slapping the moss, her petite body arching as her pussy clamped tight around him, the sensation overwhelming, her clit throbbing with humiliated pleasure, wetness flooding her thighs.
Her small breasts jiggled, her nipples stiffening further, her humiliation kink igniting as she felt exposed, fucked for the jungle to see.
Kota growled under his breath, his cock throbbing inside her, her tight walls gripping him like a vice, each thrust a test of his control.
Her back arched, her silver-blonde curls falling over her face, her breath ragged as she crawled forward, her palms sinking into the slick moss, her pussy pulsing with every movement.