I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 102

When in panic, familiar actions come naturally.

I examined Adrian’s flushed cheeks while moving my tongue. Though I had acted impulsively, his reaction was more positive than expected.

I had planned to act as if I were pushed away when Adrian shoved me, scattering the documents in the process. However, since Adrian did not push me away, the situation became ambiguous.

What should I do now?

“Mm…!”

Seeing Adrian’s eyes tremble pitifully at my sudden attack, I pondered. His innocent gaze was fixed on me.

Should I continue?

I am more skilled at receiving kisses and stimulating my partner, but that does not mean I am lacking when it comes to initiating. Though it feels odd to boast about being good at kissing, the point is that Orias taught me everything necessary for situations like this.

I grasped Adrian’s trembling head and pushed my lips deeper. His cheeks quivered every time I moved. I could feel his arousal rising beneath me.

Adrian still had his eyes wide open, staring at me. His frozen hands trembled slightly in the air. Catching sight of his shaking hands from the corner of my eye, I slowly lowered my hand from the back of his head.

“Hah…”

As I gently rubbed his neck, which had hardened like stone, Adrian let out a low, nasal sound. Feeling his body relax slightly, I pulled my lips away and leaned back. I chose to ignore his erection for now.

“Haah…”

As I exhaled a shaky breath and tried to sink onto the desk, Adrian caught my wrist.

“Is this what you wanted from me?”

Adrian asked in a subdued voice. His eyes gleamed sharply, as if he could not believe what was happening.

Seeing his upturned gaze from below, I was suddenly reminded of the young Adrian, making me feel slightly guilty. The way he phrased the question made it seem like I had done something terrible.

Was it terrible?

I removed Adrian’s hand and sat on the desk, shaking my head. This was necessary for a smooth capture, but it wasn’t something I absolutely had to do right now.

“If you dislike it, I’ll stop.”

Leaning back, I ruffled through the documents as I spoke. As long as I wasn’t caught reading them, that was all that mattered.

While I subtly disrupted the desk, I felt fingers touch my knee. Adrian had placed his palm on my knee. He looked down at my dangling foot and spoke.

“…I learn things quickly.”

“What?”

“I don’t particularly dislike physical contact with you, Saintess.”

His gaze, once fixed on my toes, slowly traveled upward. His eyes lingered near my lips for an unusually long time before meeting mine again.

“So, if there’s something you want to do, you may proceed.”

Was this permission?

Leaning forward slightly, I asked, “Then… if you’re not too busy, can I get closer?”

As soon as I finished speaking, Adrian’s hand touched my foot. He removed my shoes one by one and lifted the hem of my robe up to my thighs, replying:

“As you wish.”

***

“You really learn quickly.”

“I also have excellent adaptability.”

Adrian answered shamelessly. As I accepted his kiss, I let out a short sigh and chuckled.

Despite lifting my robes without hesitation, he had only kissed me so far. But judging by his confidence, he had mastered that part completely. His audacity and adaptability made me curious about what would follow.

As Adrian undid my buttons and kissed my exposed shoulder, he asked, “When did you get this scar?”

“When I went to the village with Dion.”

“So it wasn’t there when you first arrived at the palace?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s strange. How could something like that happen?”

Tracing the scar with his fingers, Adrian questioned.

Placing my hand over his, I answered, “It’s the will of the divine.”

Grateful that the game designated the player as the Saintess, I responded, and Adrian frowned.

“Oh, yes. That’s a very Saintess-like answer.”

“Did you want a different answer?”

“I can say for sure that the answer I wanted wasn’t ‘the will of the divine.’”

“No matter what I say, it will sound absurd. It’s something difficult for even me to explain.”

Most things that happen due to the system are difficult to explain. That must be why the system assigned the player the role of Saintess.

There are very few roles that can conveniently gloss over such occurrences.

Squinting playfully, I spoke, and Adrian frowned along with me. He moved his lips as if he wanted to ask more questions.

“That…”

“Adrian, you seem to be in a hurry. How many more questions are you planning to ask?”

Cutting off his attempt to continue, I pressed my knee against his thigh. When I slid my leg between his, Adrian let out a long sigh.

As I rubbed the inside of his thigh with my palm, Adrian exhaled deeply and lifted me into his arms. Seating me on the desk, he placed a few more kisses on my shoulder before moving his fingers.

He asked innocently, “At times like this, isn’t there something you’re supposed to do first?”

His face was unreadably composed, despite his fingers teasing the edge of my underwear. But contrary to his assumptions, my body was already fully prepared for him.

And the moment Adrian groped my underwear, he immediately realized the situation.

His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric and slowly pushed in. As he brushed against the entrance, he slid my underwear aside and inserted his fingers inside.

“Ah… that’s different from what you said.”

As I bit my lip at the sudden intrusion, Adrian replied in a somewhat rigid tone, “You’re already more than ready, aren’t you?”

“I… ah… I guess so.”

His fingers moved in and out before withdrawing completely. As he said, I was not just ready but excessively wet. The slippery sensation made wearing underwear uncomfortable, so I shifted to remove it.

“Hngh! W-what…!”

The moment I moved to take them off, Adrian simply pushed my underwear to the side and inserted his length in one motion.

This time, it was truly an unexpected intrusion. The thick, long shaft pierced through me in an instant, forcing me to lean forward on the desk, my thighs trembling.

Ugh… ngh…

My body, caught off guard by the sudden penetration, clenched around Adrian’s member. Holding my quivering thighs down, he lightly thrust his hips.

“You said you were ready.”

“Well, but my underwear… haah…”

With his slow movements, heat spread gradually. The pleasure creeping in at an unhurried pace felt overwhelmingly intense. Who starts with penetration before foreplay…

As if realizing it too late, Adrian finally began caressing me, and I sprawled over the desk, moaning softly.

As my body melted into the desk, Adrian leaned down and grasped my breasts. He kept a slow rhythm, moving in and out, while biting the tips of my nipples. The stimulated peaks stiffened under his touch.

My entire body trembled. Accepting Adrian’s length, I let out pleased moans.

“Ah… mmh…”

“When I rub here, the inside clenches even tighter… Does it feel good?”

“Mm… yes…”

He asked while pressing his tongue against my nipple. As I stroked his hair, I nodded. Adrian gazed up at me, then pinched the other peak between his fingers, rolling it.

“Mm, there too… it feels good.”

Of course, it felt good no matter where he touched me.

Though he didn’t seem to have mastered the right amount of pressure yet, his grip was stronger than necessary. Still, it felt pleasurable.

Ah… this is really good.

The slow thrusting, the stimulation against my inner walls, and his heated touch all felt wonderful. His furrowed brows, the flicker of emotions in his eyes—it was all enticing. The satisfaction of obtaining Adrian’s affection in one go, something Dion and Lucius had never achieved, thrilled me.

Running my fingers through Adrian’s hair, I moaned indulgently. His soft strands tangled between my fingers, adding to my pleasure.

When I moaned with delight, Adrian withdrew his hands from my chest and straightened his back. Meeting my gaze as I lay sprawled on the desk, he grasped my hips and pulled me toward him. His length, which had slipped out slightly, was pushed back in completely, filling my inner walls.

“Ugh!”

The deeper thrust made me slide across the desk, moaning. A faint climax stirred within me. My walls clenched around him instinctively. With furrowed brows, Adrian tightened his grip on my hips and began thrusting faster.

With each forceful movement, my legs dangled, shaking.

“Haa… w-wait…”

M-my underwear—it’s uncomfortable!

Every time Adrian moved, my underwear, which had been pushed aside, bunched up and rubbed against my sensitive flesh. But it didn’t seem to bother him at all as he continued thrusting.

With each deep movement, my breasts bounced wildly. Adrian gripped one of them firmly, continuing his pace without pause.

“Ah… ahh…! Nngh, don’t squeeze my chest so hard…!”

The white flesh, squeezed tightly between his fingers, quickly turned red in the shape of his grip. When I protested, Adrian knit his brows and slammed his length even harder into me.

“Hnnngh! I-I said… ahh!”

Instead of loosening his grip, he grabbed my other breast just as tightly. The relentless thrusting inside me and his rough hands kneading my chest sent my voice rising.

“Hah…”

With each deep thrust, a sharp climax overtook me. As my walls throbbed around him, Adrian let out a deep breath and released inside me. Warm seed filled me as he emptied himself completely.

After finishing, Adrian slowly pulled out.

“Haa…”

“Does it hurt?”

Adrian eyed my trembling thighs as he asked. Seeing me quivering, he might have mistaken it for pain. He reached out and pressed his fingers against my thighs, watching as I curled inward, moaning. Surprised, he quickly withdrew his hand.

“Saintess.”

“It’s the opposite…”

“Ah, that’s a relief.”

“Huh? Ah—ngh!”

Just as I managed to respond, Adrian spread my thighs open again and removed my soaked underwear. Fluids dripped down my relaxed thighs.

He stared at my exposed sex, then pressed his fingers inside, watching the way my throbbed entrance.

In a satisfied tone, he murmured, “I’ll go a few more times.”

Ignoring any response, Adrian pushed his length back inside me once more.