I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 151

Dion didn’t get off of me and instead unbuckled his belt. His eyes, devastated in a way unbefitting a man about to have sex, turned toward me.

His jaw trembled slightly as he mumbled, “N-no way. Why am I doing… doing something like this…?”

Knowing that he had no experience, I clicked my tongue inwardly. Having his first time like this was a bit pitiful. The situation hadn’t been romantic in the second playthrough either.

Looking at his body and face alone, Dion might seem experienced, but I knew that he was someone who cared about his purity. I didn’t know how he’d been raised in his family, but Dion believed that a man should have relations with only one person. He was such a rigid person, so accepting a situation like this would be harder for Dion than for me.

Of course, that was only mentally. From an external perspective, I, the Saintess in this situation, probably looked far more pitiful.

Anyway, I was worried because his affection level was low. If his body moved against his will like this, there was a high chance Dion would harm himself.

In the second playthrough, he listened when I tried to stop him because his affection level was high… But this time, I hadn’t even filled a single heart of Dion’s affection. No matter what I said to comfort him, Dion probably wouldn’t listen to someone he didn’t care for.

What should I do… Ah, right. Memory manipulation.

I summoned the system. Ever since the third playthrough, I’d always had access to Haniel’s unique ability, memory manipulation.

‘Check ability.’

<Memory Manipulation Lv.2>

• [Haniel] unique ability
• Usable

Good, now I can get through this without worry. Once the event ends, I’ll manipulate Dion’s memory and make him think it was all just a dream.

Then he might feel guilty, but at least he won’t self-harm!

With my worries resolved, I casually rolled my eyes. When I glanced downward, I saw a large penis. The tip, fully erect, was slick with moisture.

Maybe he realized I was looking—Dion let out a groan from deep in his throat.

“P-please don’t look. Saintess, please…”

His voice and gaze were now entirely his own. Only his actions were moving in line with the event. Watching the disconnect between his words and behavior, I thought briefly about resisting the scene—but in the end, I decided to just stay still.

This was a reenactment of a predetermined past. Nothing would change even if I tried to resist.

“My lord, please, just for today, please stop.”

“I’m sorry, Saintess. I’m sorry.”

Apologizing repeatedly, Dion positioned his bobbing penis at my entrance. His expression twisted in anguish.

“Please, even now—run away.”

“My lord…!”

With a face distorted in despair, he slowly pushed in. The thick glans parted the entrance and entered. As the thick shaft slowly stretched and filled the hole, I moaned and rubbed my face against the sheets.

The sheet, damp from my tears, clung wetly to my cheek. Dion reached out and caressed my cheek. As he gently wiped my tear-stained face, he thrust his hips sharply.

“Hiiik!”

The penis that plunged in all at once forcibly spread my narrow inner walls. Dion bit his lip and groaned as my walls clung tightly to his shaft, twitching.

“Hah, uh… I can’t…”

Even as he murmured in a voice soaked in pleasure, tears welled up in his eyes. As he looked at me with eyes filled with moisture, he pulled his hips back.

“Hnn, w-wait… My lord…”

As he drew back, he grabbed my cheek and kissed me deeply. My moans vanished into Dion’s mouth.

The voice of Dion, who had kept murmuring apologies, faded away. Our eyes met at close range.

As his tongue intertwined with mine, he slowly began to move his hips. He thrust all the way to the end, where nothing more could be taken, then pulled back, repeating the motion. The tender walls inside me were so stimulated by the invading shaft that it became hard to maintain reason.

Dion wasn’t in much better shape than me. The eyes of the Dion who had been whispering apologies and telling me to run were now full of lust.

From that point on, my memory became fragmented.

With his knees bent, Dion grasped my waist with both hands and plunged deep inside me. Holding my waist so tightly I couldn’t move, he drove his shaft in hard.

Each time the thick shaft moved in and out between my stretched opening, love juices poured out. Even as my fluids drenched the space between his legs, Dion didn’t stop thrusting.

My walls clenched tightly, his thrusts slamming against me like pounding on my core. I couldn’t even resist, only cried out with moans that sounded pleasurable even to my own ears.

“Ah! Hnng!”

“I said… hah… it wouldn’t hurt…”

“N-no, ah… I-I don’t like it…”

“Still lying…”

A rough voice spilled from Dion’s lips, no longer under his control. He pressed down on my waist, facing me, then abruptly pulled out.

As the shaft slipped out, my hips dropped downward, but Dion pressed on my stomach with his hand, keeping me from moving much.

“Ahk!”

In an instant, my body was flipped over and the thick shaft shoved its way back into my gaping entrance. Dion, on top of me as I lay facedown on the bed, slammed his hips down hard.

“Ah, aahng!”

Crushed under his heavy body, I could barely manage shallow breaths. Dion pinned me down mercilessly, as if he were trying to flatten me completely.

It didn’t hurt because I was already slick with arousal, but the fact that I was being moved like this made me sad. I wanted to talk to the man I called the head of the family.

I tried to crawl away from under Dion, pulling myself forward as I grabbed the edge of the bed. My body, pinned beneath his, slid forward just a bit.

As the shaft slipped out from my body while I tried to crawl away, Dion cursed roughly.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

As I fled, I fell off the bed. My head hit the floor, but Dion showed no concern and yanked my ankle upward. With just my lower body dragged up, I ended up in a ridiculous position.

“If you wanted to get fucked on the floor, you should’ve said so.”

With a sneer, Dion shoved his hardened length back in. My body, bare and without a scrap of clothing, scraped harshly against the floor. Though my back turned red from the friction, Dion didn’t bother to lay even a cloth beneath me, only moved his hips.

I kept trying to run away, but each time, I was caught in Dion’s hands and pounded into harder than before.

***

Only after we had sex more than six times did the system window finally appear.

<Event “Past of the Wraith” has ended.>

At the exact moment the window appeared, Dion’s body, which had been pressing me down, froze. The shaft that had mirrored his movements also came to a halt, then released a thick spurt of semen. The semen that had already spilled several times pushed its way out from inside me.

It dripped down my thighs and splattered on the floor.

“Sa-Saintess…”

“Haa, mm… It’s hot, inside is so hot… Sir Dion.”

“N-no, this can’t…”

I spoke, still wrapping my post-orgasmic body. Regaining control of himself, Dion quickly parted my thighs and suddenly inserted his fingers.

“I-I’ll remove the semen. Please endure it, Saintess,” Dion said, lips trembling.

As if removing it would change anything, he desperately scraped at my inner walls. He seemed unable to think rationally.

He inserted his fingers so deep his palm nearly touched me, then bent them inside.

“Ahk, ngh, stop.”

“No, not yet, there’s still some inside…”

Every time his curved fingers scraped my walls, the semen pooled inside gushed downward. Until my thighs were completely soaked, Dion didn’t stop moving his hand.

Lying there with my legs spread wide like an animal beneath him, I kept climaxing from the relentless fingers driving into me.

“Ugh!”

“Ah…”

As I trembled from the fingers still buried inside me, Dion finally came to his senses. Realizing that no action could absolve him, he withdrew his fingers from my trembling entrance.

His gaze, fixed on his wet fingers, was intense. As if searching for a weapon, his eyes scanned the area. Seeing that, I quickly rose from my limp state and reached for his forehead.

“This time, just think of it as a dream, Dion.”

“Saintess…?”

As he dazedly called out to me, I activated the ability. The blue eyes, filled with despair, disappeared behind lowered lids as Dion’s body collapsed to the floor.

I tried to catch his falling body with mine, but under his heavy weight, I fell to the floor along with him.

“Ah.”

Pinned under him, I let out a soft groan.

Now how was I supposed to drag Dion to the other room?

Though I liked Dion’s body—lean and lithe—it was also solid with muscle and far too tall compared to me. In other words, he was way too heavy for me to carry alone.

“When am I going to clean this room…”

I sighed deeply, gazing at the room now in complete disarray.

***

“Gah!”

Dion shot upright. Feeling a dull ache between his thighs, he instinctively reached for his groin. A strange, unfamiliar sensation lingered there. Feeling his slightly damp shaft, Dion’s hands trembled.

The dream from the night before had been so bizarre, his face flushed red. It had been a dream where he forced himself on the Saintess, who tried to resist.

Though she had called him the head of the family, there was no mistaking the Saintess’s face as she moaned beneath him.

“What in the world…”

Muttering, Dion blinked as he examined his state.

“Why am I under the bed…?”

Apparently, he had woken up under the bed. His pants were wrinkled, with strange marks on them.

The upper half of his outfit was relatively neat, but the collar around his neck was crumpled, as if someone had grabbed it and dragged him around.

“…No way!”

Dion, fumbling over his clothes, quickly pushed himself off the floor. He flung open the door, rushed through the short corridor, and immediately opened the door to the room across from his.

“Saintess…!”

He had to check her condition. If that dream had been real…

Dion’s face turned pale as he looked around the room.