The Trap House

Is Villette… overreacting even more now?

Link frowned, glancing at Villette in the competitors' stands nearby.

For some reason, when he woke up, Villette wasn't curled up beside him as usual. Instead, she sat at the desk, lost in thought, distant.

It felt like the early days when they barely acknowledged each other.

What had happened?

From the dorm to the field, Villette's aloof attitude left Link with no chance to ask.

He sighed, turning his attention to the two-story structure dominating the field.

This was where the slaves would enter for the second match: the Ejaculation Endurance Test.

The building was likely riddled with traps waiting to ensnare them.

Its opaque walls blocked any view of the interior. Based on the rules, each slave's path would be unique, but that was about all he knew.

Great, so basically no information at all…

Link shook his head, eyeing the students in the stands, who seemed somewhat refreshed after the lunch break.