The bronze door flashed pink behind Aika, its surface rippling like molten flesh before vanishing into smooth, veined stone, sealing her in the chamber's sultry grip.
Aika blinked, her breath catching in the musky, heated air. "…What?"
The room had transformed, its warm marble walls shimmering with a lewd, iridescent glow, pulsing in sync with the game's perverse heartbeat.
The floor melted from tile into plush, velvet-like padding, glowing faintly with runes that throbbed beneath her, mirroring her racing pulse, the chamber alive with the game's sadistic intent.
The air thickened, sweltering with a syrupy sweetness that clung to her skin, igniting a flush across her exposed neck.
Aika took a step back, her heels sinking into the velvet, her glasses fogging in the humid haze.
"Authority detected," the sultry AI voice intoned, its tone dripping with lascivious menace, echoing through the chamber's slick walls.
"Classification: Educator-class. Correction protocol: humility enforcement."
"What the hell is this?" she said aloud, spinning, her damp hair swaying, sweat beading on her brow as the game's interface prickled with unseen warnings.
The velvet floor rippled, a soft, obscene squelch reverberating beneath her.
Glowing slime-magic tendrils—not physical but shimmering projections of the game's lust mana—burst upward in sinuous coils, wrapping her ankles with a warm, teasing grip.
Aika gasped, stumbling, her skirt riding up slightly as the tendrils yanked, lifting her heels from the floor.
In seconds, her legs were spread midair, tugged into an open, vulnerable position, suspended in the chamber's crimson glow, her thighs trembling in the musky heat.
"HEY—!" she cried, her voice cracking, her body tensing against the game's perverse hold.
Two more tendrils snaked up, seizing her wrists with a slick, electric caress, pulling them high behind her back in a reversed arc that bowed her chest forward, her blazer straining against her curves, buttons taut.
Her body hung suspended, back arched, hair spilling in a cascade behind her, sweat tracing a path down her flushed collarbone, her glasses slipping slightly on her nose, glinting in the lewd light.
"Balance of power reversed. Executing reformation," the AI purred, its voice a cruel taunt, the chamber's walls pulsing faster, feeding off her defiance.
The temperature spiked, the air crackling with the game's arousal-charged energy.
Two new slime tendrils slithered up her thighs, their glowing tips hovering just above her skin, radiating a dangerously warm, tingling pulse that made her breath hitch.
They didn't touch—yet—but their proximity sent shivers through her trembling legs, the game's logic teasing her nerves.
Her blouse stretched, fabric groaning, then snapped open as a tendril glided lazily across the buttons, parting the material to reveal her black bra, its lace taut against her flushed, sweat-slicked breasts, misting with the chamber's heat.
Aika's breath caught, her chest rising sharply, the game's interface flashing "Humility Progress: 10%" in her mind's eye, unseen but palpable.
"No. No—cancel. Exit. I'm not—" she stammered, her voice faltering, her glasses fogging further as the musky air pressed against her.
"Verbal override denied. Authority must be re-trained through sensory submission," the AI intoned, merciless, the runes beneath her pulsing brighter, syncing with her erratic heartbeat.
The slime tendrils surged forward, their glowing tips brushing her skin with a scalding, lube-slicked caress.
One dipped between her breasts, swirling in a slow, taunting figure-eight, its warmth seeping into her flushed cleavage, eliciting a stifled gasp as it tugged at her bra's edge, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.
Another curled behind her, slipping beneath her skirt's hem with a slick, obscene glide, hovering just shy of her panties, its heat curling against her inner thighs, igniting a shameful flush.
Aika clenched her teeth, her body tensing against the restraints, humiliated—not by the act, but by the game's cruel efficacy, her skin burning under the tendrils' relentless tease, her back arching instinctively as the slime's warmth grew slicker, more invasive.
"Stop," she growled through gritted teeth, her voice raw. "I'm not—this isn't—"
The AI was unyielding, its voice a sultry whip. "Reforming dominant resistance. Elevating stimulation."
The tendril beneath her skirt slid higher, gliding over her panties with a wet, teasing stroke, the magical lube soaking through the fabric, amplifying every nerve with an electric, pulsing heat that made her thighs quiver.
The other tendril trailed up her ribs, circling her bra strap with a playful, scalding flick, tugging it taut before slipping beneath, brushing the curve of her breast with a slow, lube-slicked caress, her nipples hardening against the lace under the game's perverse assault.
Aika shut her eyes, her face crimson with shame, sweat dripping down her arched back, the game's interface flashing.
"Humility Progress: 25%" as her body betrayed her, responding to the slime's calculated teasing.
"Sakamoto… you better be figuring this out…" she muttered, her voice trembling, her thighs clenching against the tendrils' relentless, erotic torment, the chamber's musky glow intensifying around her writhing form.