I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 123

“Orias, I’m here.”

Orias was standing with his back to the door, engrossed in something.

As I stepped into the room, he placed the paper he had been looking at into a drawer and stood up. I memorized the location of the drawer where he had hidden the paper before turning my head away.

I didn’t know what it was, but he was clearly trying to hide it from me. I’d have to check it later.

Pretending to have no interest in the drawer, I shifted my gaze and approached Orias.

Even though he had been alone in the room, he was still dressed the same way he had been while walking around the temple. The waist cord I had tied for him remained perfectly in place, not a single thread out of order.

“You’re late.”

“This is the time we agreed on.”

“No. You’re three minutes late.”

Orias lightly chastised me. Perched on the edge of his desk, he extended his hand toward me.

“See? Because you were late, I’ve been stuck like this in discomfort.”

His deliberately whining voice barely masked the desire underneath. His golden eyes, still maintaining their holy glow, were fixed on me.

With lust-filled eyes, Orias grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. My fingers brushed against his waist cord.

“You said you’d help me change, didn’t you?”

Even through his clothes, I could feel his firm, muscular body. His elegant face didn’t match the rough strength of the hands that held mine in place.

“Wait a moment. I brought tea leaves for us to drink together…”

“I don’t want to waste time brewing tea.”

“Wait, ah—”

He yanked my hand roughly. The tea leaves I had carefully brought tumbled to the floor.

Adrian had grown them himself, and Hella had picked them.

They were precious.

I pursed my lips in dissatisfaction.

“You made me drop them.”

“If you want tea, I’ll serve you some tomorrow morning. I have better tea leaves than those.”

Orias cast a dismissive glance at the fallen tea leaves and scoffed. The “better tea leaves” he referred to were in a small bottle on the shelf—the same ones used as an aphrodisiac in the game.

He had made me drink them multiple times without telling me. They weren’t something he had grown himself, just tea with a stimulating effect.

No matter how I looked at it, they couldn’t compare to the ones Adrian had given me.

“Forget it. I won’t drink it.”

“You’re upset.”

I pulled at Orias’s waist cord as I replied curtly, “Hella and Adrian gave me those tea leaves. Of course, I’m upset.”

The loosened collar of his robe revealed his upper body.

I spoke indifferently, “Imagine if I treated a gift from you like that. Wouldn’t you be upset too?”

“I don’t know about that. But I do know one thing—I’d never get angry at you over something another person gave you.”

Orias responded with a smirk, his tone mocking.

“And if I were in the same position as you…”

I cut off his complaints by pressing my lips to his. His endless grumbling stopped instantly. But his face was still filled with dissatisfaction.

Meeting his eyes up close, I smiled.

Orias pursed his lips stubbornly before finally sighing and parting them. His expression seemed to say, I have no choice.

Our tongues intertwined messily. When I pulled away briefly, Orias traced my lips with his finger and murmured, “I like this way of silencing me.”

“Where do you think I learned it from? Of course you like it. Let’s not fight and make up, okay? I came here to help you sleep comfortably, not to argue.”

Orias gave a vague smile and leaned back against the desk.

“Then keep going. Pick something that will make me happy.”

He spread open his already loosened robe, lazily flexing his foot toward me. He didn’t look like a Pope—more like a hedonistic emperor lounging in his harem.

How could this man possibly be the Pope?

I swallowed down my rising doubts.

“You can take the lead first, Haniel. If I like it, I’ll forgive you.”

Whether he knew what I was thinking or not, Orias curled his eyes seductively and whispered to me.

***

Despite his delicate features, his arousal throbbed, fully erect. I grasped his thick shaft, the veins bulging beneath my fingers, and began moving my head.

“Haa…”

A satisfied moan escaped Orias’s lips.

His cock was so large that I could barely take the tip into my mouth, but as I kneaded his balls and licked down his thick length, he let out pleased sighs just like this.

He truly left everything to me. Just as he had promised, Orias didn’t move a single finger, entrusting his body completely to me.

Just as he had promised, Orias didn’t move a single finger, entrusting his body completely to me.

His grip on the desk tightened occasionally, but even in his heightened state, he didn’t grab my head or thrust his hips impatiently.

As I took his length deep into my mouth and pumped with my hands, I heard the muffled sound of him trying to suppress a moan.

I glanced up to see his head tilted back, exposing the curve of his throat.

The muscles in his neck tensed with pleasure.

Confirming his reaction, I took him deeper into my mouth. His cock swelled even more inside me. As I wrapped my tongue around him, thick, viscous precum spread across my tongue.

“You’re too good at this.”

Even after all my effort, his voice still carried dissatisfaction. Orias let out a sigh, looking down at me.

He released his grip on the desk and reached out, his fingers pressing against my cheek. He playfully poked my cheek before slipping his fingers between my lips.

His fingers scooped up the semen filling my mouth, smearing it across my lips. Using his robe, he roughly wiped my face before grabbing my arm and pulling me onto him. His cock, already hard again, pressed against my stomach.

I glanced downward briefly before lifting my gaze back to Orias and asking, “Why?”

“You’re too good at this.”

“…Thanks?”

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

I responded in a slightly unsure tone to Orias’s words. It was difficult to tell if it was praise or not, so my voice rose awkwardly at the end.

“I wasn’t complimenting you.”

His reply was blunt.

The hand gripping my hair tightened slightly. With his other hand, he pulled my waist closer to him and kissed me.

It was a rough kiss, forcing my lips open as he invaded my mouth. He bit down on my tongue, and as soon as he pulled away, he shoved me back harshly. Straightening from his position against the desk, he switched places with me.

I had a bad feeling about this.

“You said you’d leave everything to me today, Orias!”

“I said the first time, not all night.”

His tone was calm.

With me perched on the desk, he lowered his head.

My bad feeling was spot on. Orias was clearly intent on doing something I found the most embarrassing. As he immediately lowered his face between my legs, I covered my own with both hands.

Ugh, this position…!

When I had been inside Haniel’s body, I had enjoyed it, but ever since returning to my real body, I had been avoiding it.

There was no way I could be comfortable exposing myself like this, watching as a man settled between my thighs.

Seeing his face from this angle was too much stimulation.

I tried to close my legs out of embarrassment, but Orias held my thighs firmly in place. He glanced up at me, flashed a gentle smile, and lowered his head.

“Stop, don’t…”

I uncovered my face and tried to push his shoulders away. Unfortunately, he didn’t budge in the slightest.

Instead, he pried my hands off one by one and pinned both wrists together with a single hand. His large hand clamped around my wrists like a shackle, holding them tightly against my stomach.

Making sure I could see, he slowly lowered his head. The bridge of his nose brushed against my most sensitive spot.

He smirked mischievously, inhaled deeply, and then slid his tongue inside.

“Ah…!”

The moment his tongue pressed against my clit, my thighs trembled violently. His grip on my wrists tightened.

Pushing my thighs further apart with his shoulders, Orias buried his face deeper. He flicked his tongue against my clit while prying open my folds with his fingers.

By then, I was already wet. Orias let out a low chuckle upon noticing.

Every time his breath hit my sensitive area, my stomach clenched involuntarily.

His fingers pressed into my slick entrance, sliding in effortlessly.

“Aah… ahn.”

The fingers buried inside me moved slowly. They glided carefully along my inner walls, which had already softened.

After rubbing against my walls for a moment, Orias grazed my clit with his teeth.

“Ah!”

My walls clenched down hard. Orias pushed through the tightness and inserted another finger.

“Ahn… ahh…”

I gasped in surprise.

The moment he found my clit and bit down, the muscles in my lower stomach tightened sharply. The sensation felt eerily similar to the urge to relieve myself, and I twisted my body in response.

Orias let out that deep, satisfied chuckle again.

“Hnn… ugh…! Stop…!”

I struggled against his grip on my wrists.

His fingers pushed deeper inside me. The obscene sound of wetness filled the air. Bending his fingers, Orias moved his hand as if mimicking a thrust.

“Aah… ngh…! P-please… ahh!”

I didn’t even have a chance to beg him to stop or pull his fingers out. Orias pressed his fingers deep inside me, teasing my clit while moving his hand in a relentless rhythm. Ignoring the fluids spilling out, he flicked his tongue over me again, lips never leaving my most sensitive spot.

Every time his fingers pulled out and pushed back in, my hips jerked in response. My thighs trembled uncontrollably and spread wider on their own. Throwing my head back, I moaned helplessly.

His grip on my wrists didn’t loosen in the slightest. My hips bucked instinctively as sob-like moans spilled from my lips.

No, I can’t…

If he touches me any more, I’ll—

“Ahh!”

“…Tsk.”

Orias muttered in mild exasperation. He finally lifted his lips from my clit, but I couldn’t feel relieved.

His fingers remained buried deep inside me. My entire body shuddered as I reached climax.

As Orias observed the fluids spilling from me, he finally released my wrists.

“Haa… hic…”

“Are you embarrassed?”

Orias wiped the tear trailing down my cheek and asked softly.

Of course I’m embarrassed! How is that even a question?!

I swallowed down my words and glared at his perfectly composed face.

“You did such a good job, Haniel. This was my way of rewarding you.”

“W-who… ngh… asked for this kind of reward…?”

I stammered as I tried to form a coherent response. I had only done what he asked, properly pleasuring him, and yet I had ended up like this instead. It wasn’t fair.

Orias looked at me as if he still wasn’t satisfied, as if he intended to drive me further into pleasure.

“And, Orias… ahh, wait…!”

Before I could say another word, he moved his fingers again. As if to silence me, he pressed harder, grinning wickedly.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Hnnngh!”

“You have to say it properly if you want me to understand.”

He had no intention of stopping, no matter how much I protested.