Chapter 50: The Trial of Lust and Envy Part 1
Riya awoke slowly, warmth enveloping his entire body.
The first thing he noticed was the tightness—his hips still snugly locked within Rin's thick, plush backside.
She had him locked there all night, and not once had she let go.
Not that he minded.
Her body was soft, warm, addicting.
And now, as the morning light from the capsule's panel ceiling bathed the room, neither of them seemed eager to move.
Rin stirred, her cheeks pink as she realized their position hadn't changed.
"Y-You better not think this means anything more!" she snapped, a tsundere bite in her voice that contrasted the way she was gripping his arms to pull him even deeper.
Riya only smiled and leaned closer. "Rin," he whispered, his voice soft with rare vulnerability.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Her breath caught.
Her eyes widened for a heartbeat, lips parting in surprise.
Then she quickly turned her head away, her cheeks blooming into a bright, furious red.
"D-Don't get ahead of yourself, idiot..." she muttered, arms folding as if to guard her pride.
But her voice trembled just enough to betray her.
He waited, saying nothing.
She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, then sighed in defeat.
"But... yeah. I do."
A crooked grin tugged at his lips.
He reached out and cupped her cheek, coaxing her gaze back toward him.
Their eyes met—his steady and warm, hers fierce and flustered.
They kissed again.
Slow.
Deep.
A kiss that spoke of something more than heat or impulse.
Halfway through the kiss, his hands slid down to her thick, soft ass, giving it a firm squeeze—reminding them both that he was still lodged deep inside her.
Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt, pulling him a little closer.
His grip held her flush against him, their intimacy lingering even in this tender moment.
"I mean it," he murmured against her lips.
"You're more than just someone I'm fighting beside."
She gave a shaky breath, her forehead resting against his.
"You better. Because if you ever break my heart, I'll kill you."
He chuckled. "I'd expect nothing less."
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other.
No teasing.
No bravado.
Just peace.
Just love.
A quiet moment before the next storm.
When the capsule finally opened, the pair dressed and exited, greeted by the rest of their group.
They stepped into the fourth floor, greeted by the same strange, regal labyrinth Rani had seen earlier.
The world around them resembled a pristine white labyrinth, its walls curving organically like the inner chamber of a sacred machine.
They explored carefully.
Conversations were short, the tension thick.
Something felt off.
Then the quake hit.
The entire floor shook violently.
In the chaos, Riya shouted Rin's name—but his voice was swallowed by the world shattering around them.
Everything went white.
Riya opened his eyes.
He was alone.
"Welcome, Riya," a voice said, echoing through the chamber.
It was neither male nor female.
It simply was.
He turned, alert.
"You have reached the Trial of Lust."
"To proceed to the next floor, you must pass our test."
He clenched his fists. "Go on."
"You must resist surrendering to your lust three times."
"If you fail... your Servants become mine."
Riya's eyes sharpened.
"If you succeed, I shall give you a Master to eliminate and allow passage."
"Bring it on."
Behind him, a large door slowly creaked open, releasing a gust of warm, perfumed air that curled around him like a teasing breath.
The chamber beyond was bathed in a sensual crimson hue, soft velvets and rich silks draping the walls and floor.
The faint sound of chimes echoed in the distance, dreamy and hypnotic.
A single, plush bed sat in the center, surrounded by golden chains, mirrors, and artifacts that left no doubt about the nature of the room.
He stepped inside.
The door slammed shut behind him with a final thud.
Then, the air shimmered—and from it emerged a figure he knew far too well.
Merlin.
No, not the Merlin in his soul.
This one that stood before him in the flesh was a near-perfect replica of her.
The same long silver hair flowed down her back like stardust.
The same hypnotic violet eyes held ancient mischief.
Her delicate robes clung to her curves, thin and semi-transparent, revealing the bare skin beneath with every step she took.
"You look surprised," she cooed, stepping forward, her voice like a melody soaked in honey.
"Did you really think you'd get through this test without me?"
Riya didn't move.
He knew the rules.
He had to resist.
But his body already burned.
Her presence triggered memories—of that first wild night, the feel of her magic mixing with his, her lips, her tongue, her whispers...
"You're not real," he muttered.
"Just a replica."
Her smile widened.
"But I feel real, don't I? Same body. Same mind. Same soul."
She dragged a finger up her thigh, then across her hip.
"And I want you, Riya."
"Just like before."
"Desperately~"
She crossed the space between them in slow, deliberate strides, hips swaying with dangerous rhythm.
He stepped back.
She only grinned and stepped closer.
Her hands slid up his chest, nails lightly dragging over his skin through his shirt.
"The rules are simple."
"If you don't finish inside me, you move on."
"But..." She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"We both know how "hard" that is for you."
He could feel her breath, warm and electric, sending shivers through him.
Elsewhere.
Rin gasped, suddenly finding herself in a different space entirely.
The polished floor beneath her feet felt cold, even through her boots.
The air was still, unnaturally quiet.
Then, light bled into the walls, revealing the scene playing out before her.
Her breath caught.
It was Riya.
And Merlin.
Alone together.
And Merlin was approaching him with that same teasing gait, her barely-there dress hugging every part of her too-perfect body.
Rin's stomach twisted, even as her hands balled into fists.
That voice returned again, this time addressing her.
"You have entered the Trial of Envy."
"You may not interfere."
"You may not call out to him."
"You will watch."
"If your envy poisons your heart—if it breaks your trust—then you will fail."
"But if you can endure, if you can trust him… you will pass."
The vision sharpened, showing Merlin gently pushing Riya back onto the bed.
Rin turned her head for a moment—then looked back.
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling despite herself.
"…Riya, you idiot. Don't you dare give in."
Her heart ached—but she stayed.
She would watch it all.
Because she trusted him.
No matter how much it hurt.
She clenched her fists at her sides, whispering to herself, "I believe in you, idiot..."
And watched.
Back in the chamber, Riya's breath hitched as Merlin closed the distance.
Her smile was sultry, confident.
She leaned in, her lips brushing his.
Their kiss began—slow and deep, her tongue teasing his as her hands slid along his chest.
It was immediate—hot, demanding, magnetic.
Her tongue explored his mouth with greedy hunger, and her body pressed to his, soft curves molding against him perfectly.
He growled, breaking the kiss. "You're cheating."
"Am I?" she teased, already unfastening his belt.
"I'm just giving you what you want. The question is… can you handle it?"
Before he could answer, she straddled him without hesitation, her robe slipping off her shoulders to reveal her bare chest—just as perfect and enticing as he remembered.
Merlin moved with deliberate slowness, grinding against him through his pants, her moans low and seductive.
Her hands roamed his body, fingers brushing every sensitive spot with expert care.
"You're already hard," she whispered against his neck, biting gently.
"Admit it—you want to fail."
His hands gripped her thighs, struggling between instinct and restraint.
She looked down at him with sultry eyes.
Merlin's fingers trailed slowly down his chest, her nails grazing just enough to make him shiver.
Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief as she knelt before him, the golden curls of her hair cascading over her shoulders like silk.
With every motion, her body radiated sensuality—her presence a spell all its own.
"You're trying so hard to resist," she murmured, her voice dripping honey.
"But your body... it betrays you."
Her hands pressed firmly against his thighs, spreading them slightly as she leaned in.
The heat of her breath hovered just inches away, her face close—too close.
She inhaled slowly, teasing him with her closeness.
"Say it," she whispered, lips brushing his skin.
"Say you want to fail."
He clenched his jaw, refusing to give in.
That made her smirk.
Then, without warning, she dipped lower, nuzzling softly while her hands massaged him—deliberate, rhythmic, slow.
The anticipation was maddening.
Merlin was savoring every heartbeat of tension, every breath he took.
Still, he remained silent.
And so, with a slow, sultry smile, she let her lips finally press forward—beginning what would test every ounce of his resolve.
Her movements were slow, worshipful, her tongue dancing in rhythm with his throbbing desire.
The warmth, the suction, the way she moaned as she worked—everything was meant to break him.
And it almost did.
But just as his breath began to stutter, Merlin slowly let go of him with a soft pop, her lips wet and her eyes shining with desire.
She rose with graceful purpose, straddling him with slow, deliberate movements.
She then climbed on top of him, her thighs spreading as wide as they can.
Then she used Her hands to ran down her body, pausing between her thighs as she reached back, guiding herself with practiced confidence.
With a sultry smirk, she used her fingers to part herself open—widening her entrance just enough to welcome him in.
"Let's see how long you can last now," she whispered, her voice velvet and sin.
And then, with a moan that curled around his spine, she sank down onto him—inch by inch—until he was fully inside her.
His vision blurred from the overwhelming heat and tightness.
She shivered above him, rolling her hips slowly, savoring the moment.
Her walls clenched tight, slick and hot, drawing him in completely.
She rode him with a perfect mix of grace and wild hunger.
Every bounce of her hips, every twist of her waist, every whispered promise into his ear was calculated to drive him over the edge.
He gritted his teeth, every part of him wanting to let go.
But he didn't.
Not yet.
Meanwhile, Rin stood behind the glass of her own isolated room, hands balled into fists as she watched the scene play out.
Her heart twisted in a mess of rage, jealousy... and pain.
"Damn it, Riya..." she whispered. "You better not lose to her..."
Back in the chamber, Merlin leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips inches from his.
"I can feel you trembling," she whispered, grinding down with a deep moan.
"You're so close."
Riya groaned, struggling to breathe.
Then, with a final surge of strength, he grabbed her waist and lifted her off just in time.
Merlin whimpered in disappointment as he spilled onto her stomach and thighs instead.
They both lay there, panting.
"You lasted," she said, voice soft but pleased.
"Impressive."
Riya closed his eyes for a moment.
"One down."
"Two to go."