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.
