I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 14

When we arrived at the temple, an odd tension filled the air. Holy Knights stood in formation as if waiting for the carriage I was in.

What is this?

Frowning at the strange sight, I turned to Ardal. He, too, seemed to sense the unease, his lips pressed tightly together as he stared out the window.

“Is something wrong?”

“Perhaps. Allow me to investigate. Lady Haniel, please don’t worry…”

When I asked with concern, Ardal tried to reassure me with a faint smile. But before he could finish speaking, the carriage abruptly stopped, and the door swung open without warning.

A Holy Knight, expressionless, opened the door and spoke, “Commander, I apologize, but you must come with us.”

“How dare you act so rudely in front of Lady Haniel?”

“My apologies, Lady Haniel. Please forgive the discourtesy.”

Though the knight apologized with a brief bow to me, his stern gaze quickly returned to Ardal.

“Please follow us.”

“Ardal.”

Sensing the knights’ hostile demeanor, I reached for Ardal’s hand. Though he was visibly tense, he smiled warmly at me.

“It seems there’s an issue. Please don’t worry. I’ll return shortly.”

He clasped my hand gently, his touch reassuring. As if to hurry him along, the knight outside knocked on the carriage door.

Ardal pressed a kiss to the back of my hand before stepping out. Immediately, the knights grabbed him by the arms, their actions resembling the treatment of a prisoner being led away.

What is this about?

Without a system window to provide clarity, it was impossible to guess the nature of the event.

“Lady Haniel, I’ll escort you to your room.”

“Ah, yes…”

Still staring blankly at the direction Ardal had been taken, I absentmindedly followed the knight who offered his hand. Refusing his assistance, I walked ahead on my own.

Once in my room, I paced back and forth restlessly. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.

“Lady Haniel.”

“Ardal, is that you? What… Oh?”

Hoping it was Ardal, I eagerly opened the door, only to find an unfamiliar knight holding a large box.

“His Holiness has requested that you wear this and come to the office.”

“His Holiness?”

“Yes, he’d like you to come immediately. Once you’re ready, I’ll escort you.”

Disappointed it wasn’t Ardal, I nodded and returned to the room with the box. Opening the lid, I found a white ceremonial robe. Though longer and thicker than the one I wore during the Saintess Proclamation Ceremony, it was similar in design.

“Huh? What is this…”

As I lifted the robe, my gaze fell on a pair of white undergarments underneath. My words caught in my throat.

No matter how I looked at them, they were undeniably provocative. They were undeniably provocative, made of delicate lace so thin that wearing them would leave little to the imagination. Holding the tiny undergarments—smaller than my palm—I sighed in disbelief.

“Am I supposed to wear this?”

Spreading the undergarments in both hands, I let out a sigh of disbelief. If he provided undergarments, he should have included proper clothing to go over them. Yet aside from the provocative underwear and the ceremonial robe, the box was entirely empty.

So… I’m expected to wear just these undergarments and the robe? That must be it.

After shaking the empty box to confirm, I sighed and changed into the undergarments the Pope had sent.

“Wow.”

Standing before the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire my reflection. The undergarments—which barely covered anything important—were indecently alluring against my pale skin. My chest and private areas were faintly visible through the fabric, making it all the more provocative. Turning slightly to examine my back, I stared at my reflection with a serious expression.

Where on earth did the Pope get something like this?

If I show up like this, we’ll end up doing it again. I’d already had a session with Ardal earlier, and I wasn’t particularly eager for another round…

Still, I couldn’t help but feel curious about the Pope’s unique approach this time. What kind of imaginative play would he propose now? I sighed, acknowledging my own insatiable curiosity.

That’s why I bought this game in the first place…

Throwing the ceremonial robe over my nearly bare body, I stepped outside. The cold breeze seeping through the hem of the robe sent a sharp chill across my skin.

Shivering slightly from the sensation, I addressed the waiting knight with a voice tinged with irritation from the cold.

“I’ve changed.”

The knight simply nodded, unfazed, and replied, “Then please follow me.”

The corridor leading to the garden was designed to be open, allowing glimpses of the outside. As the wind occasionally swept through, the robe fluttered, and I anxiously adjusted it, nervous that it might reveal too much to the knights stationed along the path.

With my body tense, I followed the knight’s lead, taking slow, cautious steps.

***

Upon entering the Pope’s office, I was met with a strange sight. A person bound to a chair—a sight far too familiar to me.

…What kind of roleplay is this?

“…Ah.”

The unexpected scene left me momentarily speechless. Before I could say anything, a hand appeared behind me, covering my mouth. The Pope had silenced me with a gesture, shaking his head. Placing a finger to his lips, he signaled for silence. Understanding his intentions, I nodded.

Removing his hand, he gently brushed my hair back and whispered softly into my ear. Perhaps wary of Ardal’s sharp hearing, he spoke quietly, never mentioning my name.

“Do not make a sound. Seduce Ardal.”

“……”

“No words, no noise. Do not let him know who you are.”

The Pope extended a finger toward Ardal, who sat regally despite being blindfolded and bound to a chair. I’d wondered where he’d been taken, but to find him here, restrained like this? Unbelievable.

<Unexpected Event! ‘The Pope’s Investigation’ Triggered>

• Seduce Holy Knight Ardal in the Pope’s presence.
• Success: Ardal’s affection increases significantly (this increase will not lead to the ‘Ardal’s Oath’ event).
• Success: The Pope’s trust level increases.
• Failure: Ardal’s affection drops significantly.
• Failure: The Pope’s affection drops significantly. If the Pope’s affection decreases, you must remain in the Holy Kingdom until it is restored.

An ‘Unexpected Event’ has occurred.

The system window appeared with its usual fanfare.

Rare ‘Unexpected Events’ weren’t part of the main storyline but often revealed new facets of the characters. Their rewards were substantial, but failure carried severe penalties.

This event’s penalty was particularly harsh. Since the Pope’s affection had to remain above a certain threshold, failing here meant being stuck in the Holy Kingdom until his trust was restored. This wasn’t just an affection drop; it could also affect the overall gameplay duration.

While I read the system window, the Pope gently removed the robe draped over my shoulders. His fingers brushed my exposed skin, and he smiled in satisfaction. Leaving me in nothing but the revealing undergarments, he pushed me forward toward Ardal.

“Ardal, I’m aware that you touched Lady Haniel without my permission.”

“Your Holiness, that matter was…”

“It wasn’t a one-time occurrence, was it? Do you think I’d be unaware, Ardal?”

“…No way.”

“Oh, but I know. I even know about what happened in the carriage today with Lady Haniel.”

Ardal froze, his breath catching audibly. I, too, stared at the Pope, wide-eyed in shock.

How did he know that?

Despite his cold tone, the Pope’s smile was gentle as he turned to me.

“Of course, I’ve already decided to tell the knights that it was someone else with you in the carriage.”

“But… there was no one else in the carriage but Lady Haniel and me. How could you…”

“Altering memories is a simple matter.”

“Your Holiness, if you intend to use your abilities on me…”

“Not on you, but on the knight.”

The Pope’s calm explanation ended as he guided me to sit on Ardal’s lap. Feeling me settle on him, Ardal’s body tensed, and he demanded sharply, “Who is this?”

“By showing the knight an image of you with someone else, I can manipulate their memory with ease.”

“Your Holiness!”

Ardal writhed against his restraints, shouting vehemently.

“I am a knight! I cannot touch another woman after holding Lady Haniel!”

“Begin.”

“Your Holiness!”

Ignoring Ardal’s protests, the Pope gestured for me to proceed. With a reluctant nod, I leaned toward Ardal, pressing my lips to his neck. He flinched, twisting his body as if to shake me off.

“Do you know who you’re touching? Stop immediately!”

“……”

Ardal’s sharp voice filled the room as he struggled against his bindings, his entire body taut with tension. I had never seen him so agitated before. He looked as though he might break free at any moment and strangle me.

I hesitated, pulling my hand away and glancing back at the Pope.

“I’ve given my permission. Continue.”

Well, if that’s the case… I have no choice. Failure isn’t an option.

“This is unacceptable, Your Holiness! No matter what, you cannot force this upon me!”

Ardal’s desperate cries rang out.

I climbed off Ardal’s lap and began unbuttoning his uniform. His trembling body had made it uncomfortable to stay seated.

Grinding his teeth in fury, Ardal growled through clenched teeth, “Lay a hand on me, and I’ll take your head. The moment I’m free, be prepared to lose your life…”

Oh, that’s a bit terrifying.

His voice, filled with cold menace, sent a shiver down my spine. The killing intent in his tone was palpable, making my entire body tense. Despite trembling, I continued moving my hands, undoing his neatly fastened buttons and pulling open his collar. His broad chest, flushed and heaving, was exposed.

Pressing a finger against his muscular chest, I couldn’t help but admire its sculpted beauty. His muscles were exceptionally well-defined and perfectly shaped.

“Remove your hands immediately.”

A low, growling voice reached my ears as I touched his chest. His tone was menacing, but I ignored it, leaning down to press my lips against his chest.

The steady thumping of his heartbeat resonated through my lips. His heart pounded heavily, and I could feel the intensity of its rhythm. Gripping his thighs to steady myself, I gently nibbled on one of his nipples with my teeth.

As I teased his nipple and traced my fingers along his lower abdomen, a strained, embarrassed moan escaped him.

“How dare… ugh.”

Ardal, ever the stoic, was anything but honest with himself. As I kept teasing his chest, his previously calm body reacted, and his firmness began to nudge against my palm.