Chapter 37
The music in the banquet hall stopped abruptly, and all the dancing mannequins froze.
In the next moment, a threatening noise scattered through the air, and a new message appeared.
A trap has been triggered.
“Sellie! Get out of there, now!”
Before she could even think, Cynthia’s shout burst out, and smoke began to gush out from the cracks in the ceiling and the floor.
Cynthia spun around in horror. Now that the trap had been activated, the tile sequence didn’t matter anymore. She jumped onto whatever tile she could, aiming for any area with the least smoke. Since the smoke would melt her on contact, she had to avoid it as much as possible.
She saw Segleninde running toward her in a hurry through the smoke. Was it because he wasn’t human that the smoke didn’t affect him? Regardless, Cynthia was soon caught by the encroaching smoke.
To make things worse, she tripped over a mannequin, unable to see properly with everything frozen in place.
“Aagh!”
The vivid pink smoke spewing from all sides instantly engulfed her body.
“No, no! Ah…!”
Cynthia curled up as tightly as she could. She felt her gloves start to melt, then the hem of her dress, and even her shoes. The hot sensation crawled up to her skin.
Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. If only she’d died instantly like last time, but this insane trap seemed designed to make her feel the agony of her body melting, slowly.
Soon her clothes had completely melted away. Finally, even her underwear was gone, and Cynthia could only hope she would die as quickly as possible.
But no matter how long she waited, the tingling heat only lightly brushed her skin. She didn’t actually feel her flesh dissolving.
‘What… This is strange?’
She opened her tightly shut eyes and rolled her tear-filled gaze around.
The area was now thick with dense, pink smoke, and a strange fragrance filled the air. Rather than the acrid, choking stench you’d expect from flesh-melting smoke, it smelled sweet, like flowers.
“W-What is this… Huh?”
She was already shocked her body wasn’t melting, but now a ticklish sensation was beginning to spread all over. It felt as if countless fine, delicate fingers were gently stroking her skin all at once. Warmth pooled low in her belly, and her mind started to go hazy.
Next, her legs grew weak, and inside, deeper and deeper, a peculiar heat was building up.
It was just like…
Ding—
3 hours remain until it stops.
Aphrodisiac? Wasn’t that—an arousal agent?
How had the flesh-melting smoke turned into aphrodisiac smoke?
What is with this insane game! Did the update actually turn a horror game into an eroge?!
But there was no time to keep thinking. Cynthia could only feel her body twisting and writhing on its own, the strange sensation rubbing across her skin and gathering between her legs.
A tense, tingling feeling stabbed deep inside her thighs, growing more intense by the second. Sticky liquid began to flow from untouched places, wetting her all the way down to her hips.
“Ah, nn, nngh…!”
Cynthia squeezed and relaxed her knees over and over, twisting her body one way and then the other. Her mind grew foggier and foggier, and it was becoming hard to think. But now that she knew she wouldn’t die from inhaling the smoke, her body moved forward with its original intent.
She staggered to her feet and struggled ahead. No matter where she stepped, only the vivid pink smoke kept pouring out, never the flesh-melting kind.
Through the thick, foggy haze, she heard creaking noises. Hard things bumping together. As she moved toward her goal and squinted in that direction, she was met with a chilling sight.
The mannequins that had been dancing moments before were now tangling with each other.
Though they had no holes or rods, they were knocking their lower bodies together with sharp clacks, as if trying to mimic human intercourse.
Even worse, it wasn’t just one or two. The things inside the banquet hall were all lifting their pants or dresses and thrusting their hips against each other as if engaged in some kind of orgy.
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