I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 113

As I quietly accepted the large hand entwined with my fingers and the endless stream of kisses, I let out a sigh and lifted my head.

So this was a dream. This was just a dream!

The joy of resigning that had swelled in my heart was replaced by a chilling emptiness.

Dietrich, noticing my hollow expression, approached with a smile. It was a dazzling smile, one that made anyone who saw it feel enchanted. Yet, I could tell that Dietrich himself was also filled with elation.

Right, if this weren’t a dream, there was no way Ardal and Dietrich would appear dressed in such modern attire.

I scanned them from head to toe—Ardal in casual wear and Dietrich in a neatly tailored modern suit. That made sense. When my eyes met Dietrich’s, he smiled as if asking if I liked what I saw.

Yes, I like it.

However, despite their modern outfits, their physiques and faces still felt strikingly out of place. Their broad chests, which were significantly different from the average person’s, were making their presence known beneath their clothes.

Since I was seated, our eye levels matched, but Ardal stood well over 190 cm.

When I finally managed to look away from Ardal’s imposing frame, I met Dietrich’s face. The soft colors I had seen during the game were unchanged, even in this dream. The way his delicate strands of hair scattered across his forehead made him look more surreal than the dream itself. Enchanted by his appearance, I momentarily forgot how strange it was to see someone like him among a crowd of dark-haired people.

“Lee Juha.”

“[    ].”

Dietrich called my name in a gentle voice. Even though he only said my name in a formal manner, it carried a warmth that made my lips relax, my mouth curling into a smile.

Hmm… But couldn’t Ardal and Dietrich just call me Juha? Ah, no, they’re not the type.

As I tilted my head, finding their formal way of addressing me somewhat awkward, someone broke the silence with a question.

“Assistant Manager Lee, who… who are they?”

It was Yoon Kihoon. He blinked rapidly, his hand gripping his glass trembling as if he were greatly shaken.

His reaction was quite realistic. Watching Yoon Kihoon display emotions I couldn’t distinguish as either shock or jealousy, I briefly pondered before placing my hand on Ardal’s shoulder and answering.

“My boyfriend.”

If I followed the capture order, he was my first boyfriend.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, I answered confidently.

Ardal, who had been watching me, widened his eyes in shock and froze. In a barely audible voice, he murmured, “How could I be… [    ]’s….” The fragmented words reached my ears. To stop him from muttering any further, I firmly pressed his chin, making him lower his head while his wavering eyes fixated on me.

As he rested his forehead on my knee, I quietly let him be. Meanwhile, a loud voice erupted from in front of me.

“How many days has it even been since you broke up, and now you have a boyfriend…?!”

Still aware enough to avoid mentioning himself as the subject, Yoon Kihoon shouted with a scowl. Watching him yell with such a sour expression, I recalled our time together.

Wait, how many days had it been? I couldn’t remember.

It felt like ages ago since we had been together. The stress I felt whenever I saw him and the intern was the same.

Even looking at them now, I felt nothing at all. It was the same sensation as when the emotional response in the game had dulled.

“Then, Assistant Manager, who is he?”

Ignoring the fuming Manager Yoon, one of the employees curiously asked, his finger pointing at Dietrich.

Smiling meaningfully, Dietrich placed his hand on my shoulder and answered, “The Assistant Manager’s boyfriend.”

Recognizing that the “Assistant Manager” they were referring to was me, Dietrich responded smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His soft smile was met with bizarrely contorted expressions from the team members.

Just like that, I had suddenly become someone dating two boyfriends at once. Seeing Yoon Kihoon’s face distort, I didn’t bother correcting Dietrich’s words and simply smiled.

As I gave them a saintly, magnanimous smile, my team members burst into a flurry of noisy questions.

“Huh? You’re joking, right?”

“Who’s your real boyfriend?”

“Assistant Manager Lee! You weren’t like this before!”

Since this was all just a dream, did it even matter how I acted?

“I’m sorry, Assistant Manager, but I think you should leave first…”

Dietrich, who had been listening to the chatter, subtly signaled me with his eyes as he trailed off. Even here, he remained sociable and polite. Though my team members still wore bewildered expressions, I didn’t particularly care and began gathering my things.

“I’ll be heading out first.”

I gave a meaningless smile and stood up. As the alcohol hit me, I staggered, and Ardal quickly supported me.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. If it’s hard to walk, I can…”

“No, I’m fine… Ah…”

I tried to push Ardal away but ended up laughing awkwardly. I had carelessly accepted a drink from a junior employee and now felt the effects of it. Finding it difficult to balance, I reached out my hand to Ardal. He lowered himself as if to carry me in his arms.

“No, no. Give me a piggyback ride instead.”

There were too many eyes on me; being carried in his arms felt too embarrassing. Ardal obediently turned around and crouched down to offer his back.

“Ah, Saint… Assistant Manager? Please wait a moment.”

Dietrich stopped me before I could climb onto Ardal’s back and wrapped his coat around my waist. Only then did I realize I was wearing a knee-length office skirt.

More importantly, it seemed like he almost called me ‘Saintess’ just now.

I looked at him blankly. Seeing my gaze, his well-shaped lips curved into a gentle smile. Wrapping my arms around Ardal’s shoulders, I shot him a warning glance.

If you call me Saintess in front of all these people, I might die of embarrassment—even if this is just a dream.

As Ardal gently supported my thighs and stood up, Dietrich adjusted his pace to match. Even as we walked through the dark alley, I could feel people’s gazes on us.

Once we entered a quieter alley where fewer people were watching, Dietrich spoke, “So, here, they call you ‘Assistant Manager’? What kind of position is that?”

“It’s a low-ranking job. Even if I disappear, it wouldn’t matter.”

“Is that so?”

Resting my forehead against Ardal’s nape, I conversed with Dietrich. Leaning against his broad back made me feel drowsy. When I responded indifferently, Dietrich asked again in a satisfied tone.

“I see. That’s good.”

…What’s good about that?

“Then let’s go back. That place can’t function without the Saintess.”

“Ah, yeah. Yeah.”

“…You just agreed to go back, didn’t you?”

Dietrich whispered in a subtle tone, and I slowly trailed off in response. Without looking at him, I gave a small nod.

“You shouldn’t answer so easily. If you go back, you won’t be able to return here again…”

As I answered sluggishly, Ardal interrupted me. The moment he stopped my response, Dietrich’s voice vanished. When I turned my head slightly, I saw Dietrich’s cold, expressionless face.

Dietrich gazed at Ardal frostily and spoke, “[    ], now I understand why the Pope didn’t want to let you go.”

“…Only voluntary access is permitted.”

“I know. That’s why I’m asking for her opinion.”

Watching them suddenly start a verbal argument, I tilted my head in confusion.

“Even if you ask for my opinion, I can’t go back there anyway. I deleted my character.”

“Character deletion…? Ah, you mean your body died? If that’s the case, it’s fine. You don’t have to worry.”

Dietrich’s cold expression softened as he reached out to me. His fingers, which brushed against my feverish cheek, felt strangely cold despite his gentle tone.

Under the sparsely lit streetlamps, his dark purple eyes flickered between the shadows and the light.

“The preparations are already complete.”

As he spoke, Ardal carried me naturally through unfamiliar streets. I hadn’t told him where to go, yet he seemed to know exactly where we were heading.

Before long, we arrived home.

Dietrich entered the door code and opened it. Gazing into empty space, he let out an admiring chuckle.

“This is really convenient. It’s a shame we can only use it for ten days.”

His actions were similar to when I checked the system window. Ardal silently agreed with Dietrich’s words.

After stepping into the clean house I had tidied upon my discharge, Dietrich looked around with interest. He inspected the small kitchen, refrigerator, and the light switches that turned on with the press of a button. Meanwhile, Ardal searched for my bedroom.

“Is this your bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

Still draped over Ardal’s shoulder, I answered with a drawn-out voice. The prolonged response made Ardal chuckle softly.

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?”

Standing in front of the bed, Ardal seemed hesitant. He then turned, seated me on the bed, and examined my clothes.

“It would be best if you changed. While you wash up, I will prepare your clothes.”

“Ah, then in that storage over there—”

“Saintess, is this a nightgown?”

Before I could finish, Dietrich appeared, holding up a thin slip dress I had worn long ago.

Seeing the sheer fabric in Dietrich’s hands, Ardal’s face turned pale.

“What are you trying to give the Saintess to wear?”

Ardal’s voice was filled with fury. Without paying him any attention, Dietrich draped an arm over my shoulder and guided me toward the bathroom.

His natural actions didn’t feel out of place to me at first. But as soon as Dietrich tried to remove my stockings, I snapped back to reality.

“[    ]?”

“Yes, Saintess.”

Mumbling his name with a tongue-tied murmur, I frowned as I saw Dietrich’s hand slipping beneath my skirt.

“Aren’t you going to leave?”

“You still seem unsteady, so I thought I should help.”

“No thanks. I can do it myself.”

As his fingers subtly brushed against the inside of my thighs, my spine stiffened. Pushing him away, I scowled. Dietrich sighed and withdrew his hand, planting a brief kiss on my forehead.

“If you dislike it, Saintess, I won’t do it. Don’t glare at me like that.”

At that moment, Ardal entered the bathroom. His gaze was sharp, more focused on Dietrich than my refusal.

“I’ll wait outside.”

Dietrich smiled smoothly and stepped out. Once he had fully exited the bathroom and perched casually on my bed, Ardal lowered his head and closed the door.

“…Why won’t it close?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Ah, it’s completely broken now.”

He had tried to shut it. But thanks to Ardal ripping off the door handle, the bathroom door no longer closed properly.

Checking the broken latch, I pressed my forehead in frustration. How much would it cost to fix this? As I considered the financial burden, I saw Ardal’s guilt-ridden face and was reminded that this was a dream.

***

A veined arm firmly gripped my trembling waist. A heated moan, mixed with ragged breaths, pierced my ears.

The voice was mine.

“Ah, hnn…!”

As the large member rubbing against my inner walls pulled out, I threw my head back and moaned. When I turned my head toward the fingers caressing my sweaty nape, I saw the unused condom, which had been too small to use, lying limp on the bed.

It wasn’t until the next morning, when I woke up to the alarm and saw a pair of purple eyes gazing at me with satisfaction, that I realized it hadn’t been a dream—the reality of me being rocked vigorously between two men.