NOVEL NEXT Chapter 99: Map 2 Level 4 - 1
Sereya remained on her hands and knees, her voluptuous body shaking, her heavy breasts streaked with milk, dark nipples stiff and aching, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her amber eyes burned with defiant fury, but her lips curled in a desperate snarl, no commands, no title, just raw need driving her.
She crawled toward him, her slick pussy glistening between her spread thighs, wetness dripping as she reached for his thigh, her head bowed—not in submission, but in sheer desperation, her fingers brushing his skin, trembling with want.
Veyna laughed, raw and ruined, rolling onto her back, her freckled body sprawled, thighs spread wide, her wild orange-red braids matted with sweat and moss.
Her small breasts heaved, nipples hard and dripping with cursed milk, her pussy throbbing visibly, slick with arousal.
Her fingers worked her swollen clit, but the vines lashed out, tightening around her wrists before she could finish, wrenching a frustrated scream from her throat.
"NO—fuck—Kota—get over here—I'll suck it, ride it, choke on it—just fucking give it to me!" she cried, her voice manic, her slitted eyes wild with lust, her body writhing against the vines, her pussy gushing with need.
Kota stood alone, his cock like iron, balls aching with jungle seed, his breath steady but ragged, his dark eyes moving between them—Selene whimpering, Lyra offering, Sereya crawling, Veyna screaming.
No trial, no rules, but his cock still wasn't allowed to cum, the jungle's restraint a cruel punishment for their survival.
The jungle waited, silent, watching, its vines twitching faintly, sensing their desperation.
This was the punishment—they lived, they were denied, and now they wanted him, their pussies dripping, clits throbbing, bodies aching for release he couldn't give.
He closed his eyes, his cock pulsing so hard it hurt, the voices crawling up around him like a chorus of need.
Selene's voice trembled, "Just once. Just a finger—Kota—please—" Her small breasts heaved, her pussy clenching with desperate want, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Lyra's sultry whisper, "Use my throat. Don't warn me." Her smoky eyes burned with masochistic hunger, her slick pussy dripping onto the moss, her body trembling with submission.
Sereya's voice, low and strained, "...You'll kneel, eventually. But not now. Not until you fuck me." Her voluptuous body quivered, her heavy breasts swaying, milk dripping as her pussy ached.
Veyna's manic cry, "Tie me down. Tie me open. Feed me your cock—I don't care who watches—do it before I start screaming your name." Her freckled body writhed, her pussy gushing, her cursed fire flaring as she fought the vines.
The jungle chimed softly, its voice cold and clinical:
Trial 6 Loading…
Enter the next designation
Countdown: 1:59…
They didn't look up, their eyes fixed on Kota, their bodies trembling with unspent need, their pussies dripping, nipples aching, the jungle's silence a cruel reminder that no one would cum tonight—not yet.
Maybe.
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The chamber was a circular sanctum of sin, stone tiles gleaming with jungle sweat, warm and slick underfoot, humming with a quiet, insatiable hunger that made skin tingle and bodies ache.
No vines writhed in the shadows, no canopy loomed above—just a closed dome of ancient stone, its surface etched with faint, pulsing runes that seemed to breathe, the air thick with the heady scent of oils, incense, and the lingering musk of milk and arousal from the previous trial.
Pillars rose from the floor, low and slick with condensation, benches padded and curved for restraint and display, tools glinting in the greenish-gold light—clamps with rune-etched jaws, plugs thick and vibrating, bottles of shimmering oils, open rings for cocks and nipples, spreader bars with chains that dangled like promises of submission.
At the center stood a table of obsidian, its surface smooth and cold, upon which sat five dice, their black faces trimmed in gold, pulsing with potential, waiting to dictate fate.
The HUD flickered to life in their vision, its crimson script cold and dispassionate, announcing the trial with unyielding precision:
Trial - 4 – "Backdoor Blessing"
Pussy stimulation: Forbidden. All other orifices allowed.
Each player must roll:
→ 1d6 – Number of orgasms required
→ 1d12 × 30s – Shared time limit (rolled by Kota)
Each orgasm missed = jungle collection protocol.
Climax from Kota reduces quota by 1 each.
Punishment for failure: Permanent disqualification of partner.
The air thickened, heavy with anticipation and dread, the jungle's magic stirring their bodies—nipples stiffening, pussies aching, cocks throbbing with the promise of intimate torment.
Someone swallowed hard, the sound echoing like a confession in the silence.
Selene stared at the dice, her petite body trembling, her sheer white shift clinging to her small breasts, cherry-pink nipples visible and hard, her pussy lips parting slightly with each shaky breath, wetness trickling down her thighs as humiliation washed over her.
"No—no, no—what does that mean? No pussy?" she stammered, her voice breaking, her bratty facade cracking under the weight of the rules, her clit throbbing with forbidden need.
Veyna grinned, her freckled body shifting, her rope-bound breasts heaving, nipples hard as her wild orange-red braids swayed.
"You got an ass, don't you?" she rasped, her voice manic, her pussy aching visibly, wetness pooling between her thighs as her unstable lust flared, her cursed fire making her skin glow.
Sereya's amber eyes narrowed, her voluptuous body tense, her gold-wrapped band rubbing her stiff nipples with each breath, sending jolts through her core, her slick mound glistening beneath her slit skirt.
"This is mockery," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr laced with rage and hidden desire, her thighs pressing together as wetness dripped down her legs, her pride warring with the humiliation of submission.
Lyra giggled again, her willowy form stepping forward, her translucent red silk webbing teasing her small breasts, nipples stiff as she arched her back slightly.
"No. This is the jungle being fair for once," she purred, her smoky eyes half-lidded with masochistic intrigue, her slick pussy throbbing, wetness dripping down her inner thighs as she embraced the rules' cruelty.
Kota stepped to the table, his lean, scarred body tense, his tight pants outlining his raging cock, still hard from the previous trials, throbbing with backed-up need.
His dark eyes scanned the dice, his breath steady but heavy.
He picked up his die, rolling it with a flick of his wrist.
The HUD blinked: Kota: Time Roll → 5
Time Limit: 2:30