I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 124
“Haa…”
Orias continued moving his hand until I was completely unable to speak. My thighs trembled violently, aching as if I had overused my muscles.
Perched on the edge of the desk, my entire body had lost its strength, leaving only my lower half dangling limply below.
Orias looked down at me and smirked shamelessly. He rubbed his fingers against my tightening walls and spoke, “That was four times. You look exhausted—how are you going to take care of me like this?”
His voice was full of mockery as he teased me with an insufferably smug expression. He pulled his dripping fingers out, showing them to me before pushing them back in again. The way he pressed against my clit and curled his fingers inside was far too practiced.
“Ah, ngh!”
“You can’t even think straight from just my fingers.”
“O-Orias… ah.”
Orias was being especially cruel tonight.
After teasing me a few more times, he finally withdrew his fingers and, without hesitation, plunged his cock inside.
At some point, he had already hardened completely. His swollen tip pushed past my tight walls, forcing its way inside.
“Haaah!”
His massive cock completely filled me, stretching me wide. Even though I had been thoroughly prepared, his size was still overwhelming. He hadn’t taken his time—he had simply forced himself in all at once.
As my body convulsed from the sudden penetration, Orias pulled his hips back.
“Aah, w-wait…!”
He withdrew completely, leaving only the tip pressed against my entrance, and then used his fingers to press against my clit.
“Ugh…!”
Digging his nails in cruelly, he smirked, watching my body twitch around his tip. Then, with one fluid motion, he drove himself in to the hilt.
“Hnn, haa…”
His thick cock reached the deepest part of me, filling every inch before smoothly pulling back out. My walls, swollen from arousal, clung desperately to him as if trying to keep him inside.
Orias let out a low moan of pleasure, enjoying the way I clenched around him, before slamming his hips forward again. His thrusts were powerful, repeatedly stretching and piercing through my walls.
“S-stop…”
Every time he pounded into me, my body jolted upward. Annoyed by the unstable position, he grabbed my legs, adjusting my posture.
Gripping my thighs, he pulled me closer and began rolling his hips in slow circles. His cock moved inside me with an agonizingly slow grind.
The heat from his lower body pressed firmly against me.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he released my calves and slid his hands further down. One by one, he lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders.
“I-it’s too deep, Orias.”
With both of my ankles now resting on one of his shoulders, his cock reached even deeper, pressing against places that made me whimper.
Hearing my trembling voice, Orias kissed my leg soothingly. “That means it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“N-no… ahh!”
It was too much.
Without giving me a chance to answer, Orias leaned forward. I was completely pinned down, my thighs pressing against my stomach.
With my legs squeezed together, my already tight walls clamped down harder around him. His thrusts were selfish—focused entirely on his own pleasure rather than mine.
This was nothing like his usual approach. He wasn’t just moving—he was slamming down from above with full force.
My body, pressed against the hard surface of the desk, ached with every impact. Orias didn’t even allow me a moment to adjust, ruthlessly pounding into me.
“Ah, ahh… ngh…”
“Haa…”
As he drove into my deepest spot, his pace grew erratic.
Finally, with a shudder, he reached his climax.
After spilling inside, he roughly pulled out and let out a ragged breath, his gaze dark as he looked down at me.
“Haniel. If it hurt, you should have said something.”
His voice was chilling as he stared at my back, which had reddened from being pressed against the desk.
He was the one who hadn’t listened, and now he had the audacity to say that? Before I could even retort, he scooped me up with one hand.
“Ah!”
His arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me effortlessly. With eyes burning with desire, he carried me across the room. With his free hand, he lazily stroked his still-sensitive length, already slick with his release.
The obscene squelching of fluids smeared across his fingers as he continued moving. Orias gazed down at me in his arms, his hand moving quickly.
By the time we reached the bed, his cock had already hardened again.
“W-wait. I… ahh!”
Without hesitation, he pushed himself inside me once more. I had no time to catch my breath before he started moving again.
Barely able to think, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he rocked against me.
This wasn’t obsession—it felt more like desperation. There was something almost terrified in the way he moved, rough and unrestrained.
***
By the time it was over, Orias let out a deep, satisfied sigh, as if he had never been upset in the first place.
“I think I’ll finally get some good sleep tonight.”
“That’s… good to hear.”
My body was completely drained of strength, but at least he seemed content.
As I massaged my aching lower back, I turned to Orias and asked, “What kind of nightmare did you have last night?”
“It was similar to the last one. There was a demon.”
“Are you afraid of demons?”
“No. Of course not.”
Orias replied firmly, resting a hand on my waist. He let out a small chuckle, as if the idea was absurd. It wasn’t bravado—he genuinely meant it.
Which only made me more curious. If he wasn’t afraid, then why did he consider it a nightmare?
After some hesitation, I asked, “If you’re not scared, then why do you call it a nightmare?”
Orias removed my hand from my lower back and began massaging it himself as he answered, “Because it was trying to steal my name. That was unpleasant.”
“Can a name even be stolen?”
“Haniel, I’m sorry. I’m feeling a little tired.”
“Ah…”
“Let’s sleep now.”
Orias muttered with a displeased expression and shut his mouth. It was a clear sign that he didn’t want to continue the conversation.
What? He should at least give me an answer.
Curiosity surged up to my throat. I turned my body from where I was lying and faced Orias.
I wanted to ask more about his nightmare, but Orias had already closed his eyes. Even though he knew I was looking at him, he stubbornly kept them shut.
He didn’t seem willing to speak or even open his eyes.
It seemed impossible to get any more information about the nightmare.
“Alright, good night.”
I gave up on questioning him and placed a brief kiss on his forehead. His tense expression softened slightly, and he let out a small smile.
At least he seemed to be in a better mood now.
The system still claimed that Orias was unstable, but judging by his current state, I didn’t think there was much to worry about.
I let out a small yawn and closed my eyes, following Orias’s lead.
***
“Ugh…”
A low groan woke me from my sleep.
Orias, who usually didn’t toss and turn, was shifting uncomfortably.
Contrary to his earlier claim that he would sleep well, his face was buried in the pillow, and his breaths came in short, strained gasps, almost like suppressed sobs.
“Orias, are you okay?”
I quickly sat up and checked his condition. Fortunately or unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him.
“Is he dreaming…?”
It seemed like he was just being tormented by another intense nightmare.
I fell silent and carefully stroked his hair. His soft golden locks slipped between my fingers.
His pitiful groans gradually subsided. Seeing his pale cheeks tremble with fear, I ran my fingers over his hair with even more caution.
He was always so elegant and arrogant, yet at this moment, he looked more vulnerable than anyone else.
“…Haniel.”
Orias briefly opened his eyes. His unfocused gaze found me, and he called my name with slurred speech.
His voice was thick with sleep.
“Don’t get up, just rest.”
I answered in a low tone. Orias locked eyes with me with a troubled expression before slowly closing them again.
I had no way of knowing why Orias was having these nightmares. He was someone who behaved as if no one was above him. In reality, there was nothing he feared.
“But… he looks scared.”
Yet he seemed genuinely afraid of the demon in his nightmare. And not just any demon—one straight out of old legends, the kind that stole people’s names.
It was such a childish, ridiculous concept that even a child wouldn’t believe in it. But Orias was truly afraid. The cold sweat forming on his forehead and the erratic rise and fall of his chest were unmistakable signs of fear.
I ran my fingers through his hair and murmured, “Why is he so afraid of something like that?”
Maybe he heard me.
Orias flinched slightly. His reaction was like that of a frightened prey animal, easily startled by the smallest sound.
I kept rubbing his back until my arm ached, doing my best to calm him down. As his breathing gradually evened out, I tilted my head in thought.
How long had it been since he first mentioned these nightmares? A week? No, maybe even longer.
The first time I had noticed his pale complexion and asked about it, he had admitted to having nightmares. That meant he had been suffering from them even before then.
I gently ran my fingers through his now-settled hair a few more times before lying back down beside him.
Did he have some deep attachment to his name?
Maybe it was a name given to him by someone precious, or a title he had received upon becoming the Pope. If he was dreaming of a demon trying to take that away, then of course he would feel unsettled.
But the real question was—why was he only having these nightmares now?
I had already completed my capture of him, so why now?
In the dim light, Orias’s face was faintly visible before me.
Suddenly, a translucent system window appeared.
<Information unavailable.>
…I didn’t ask the system anything.
I had been lying beside Orias, quietly watching him, when the system window abruptly interrupted the atmosphere.
I let out a deep sigh.
I hadn’t asked the system, but this only confirmed my earlier decision—no matter how dangerous it might be, I needed to access the third playthrough.
I didn’t know enough about this place or the people I had captured.
Orias only told me limited information, and it seemed like even he was suffering from some unknown compulsion he couldn’t explain.
I had chosen to live here. That meant I needed to understand this world better.
That was the bare minimum responsibility I owed to the people whose lives I had influenced.
I had disrupted their fates. If I didn’t even try to understand them, then I would be no different from the demon in Orias’s nightmare.
I didn’t want to become that kind of existence to the people who cared about me. If I had altered their lives, I needed to take responsibility for that.
After solidifying my resolve, I took a deep breath and fixed my gaze on the system window.
Alright, let’s log into the game again.
I turned my body forward. The system window followed my line of sight. Carefully ensuring that I didn’t touch Orias, I opened the system.
<The Saintess Is a Spy! – Third Playthrough – Now Available>
The logout function isn’t disabled, right?
<Logout is enabled. You may log out at any time during gameplay.>
The system popped up with a message as if offended by my suspicion.
Seeing the confirmation that the most crucial function was still available, I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes.
‘Execute.’
<The Saintess Is a Spy! – Third Playthrough>
<Starting point has been set.>
<2. Moving to the point of completing character [Orias]’s capture.>
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<Transferring to new point…>
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<Transfer complete!>
<Welcome to the game.>
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ginmin
OOOOOO I wonder if all (?) the side stories are going be like this, where Haniel goes for each capture target’s single route ending (I’m just hoping for more Dion content haha!) looking forward to reading the rest yippee