I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 16

The hard floor scraped against my back, causing a sharp pain. However, the intense sensations surging through my body made it hard to focus on the discomfort. As Ardal thrust into me with no restraint, I clung tightly to his waist.

“Ardal…”

Only then did he move his hips in a more satisfying rhythm. He pressed deeply inside, rotating his hips slowly before resuming his hurried pace. Finally, after one last series of quick, shallow thrusts, Ardal’s shaft released a warm burst of seed inside me.

My inner walls convulsed around him, holding him tightly. As I reached out to soothe the heat pooling below, the Pope lifted me into his arms. Trembling as I was carried, I left Ardal beneath me, his body still shuddering from his release.

“You’ve done wonderfully, Sister Haniel.”

“…Pardon?”

“No one but you could make Ardal lose himself like this.”

<Event ‘The Pope’s Investigation’ Concludes>

• Successfully seduced Ardal, resulting in a significant increase in Ardal’s affection.
• The Pope’s trust level increases.
• The convincing seduction also raises the Pope’s affection.
• You have earned the title “The Novice Saintess Who Seduced a Holy Knight.” When equipped, your charm increases.

The Pope spoke as he gently stroked my trembling thighs. Startled by his touch, I glanced at the system window confirming my success.

Yes! It’s a success. And I even gained a charm-boosting title. What luck!

In this game, charm was one of the most critical stats when dealing with the capture targets. Smiling cautiously, I nodded from within the Pope’s embrace. He was now wiping the semen trailing down my thighs with his gloved hand.

“Ah.”

“I’m removing the excess. Relax.”

His gloved fingers moved inside me, scooping out the remnants. The sensation of the dry fabric absorbing the fluid felt strange. Moistening as it soaked up the semen, the glove grew damp as the Pope’s fingers scraped my inner walls.

Though his actions lacked any overtly lustful intent, my overly sensitive body couldn’t help but react. Trembling thighs and faint moans escaped me as I struggled against the overwhelming sensations.

“Which feels better, the removal process or my fingers?”

“Hah… Your fingers, Your Holiness…”

The Pope chuckled softly at my answer. His fingers, which had been methodically extracting the remnants, shifted to gently stroke my sensitive inner walls. As my walls convulsed and clung to his fingers, I shuddered under his touch.

“Mm!”

“You’re feeling it again, I see.”

Another small climax rippled through me, triggered by his precise strokes. When he finally withdrew his fingers, I panted heavily, still trembling. Discarding the soiled glove onto the floor, the Pope spoke in a soothing tone.

“It’s reassuring to see you embrace this. It seems you’ll fare well in the Empire.”

At the mention of the Empire, Ardal, who had been adjusting his clothes, visibly flinched. He took a step toward us as if to say something to the Pope. Without looking at Ardal, I kept my gaze fixed on the Pope and asked my question.

Before Ardal could utter anything reckless that might lead to a Dead Ending, I needed to make it clear that I was going to the Empire of my own free will.

“Will this truly help both Your Holiness and the Holy Kingdom?”

“…Indeed, Sister Haniel.”

When I asked in a faint voice, the Pope, who had been gazing intently at me, responded in a deep, steady tone. He studied my face for a long moment before leaning down and gently pressing a kiss to my flushed lips, carefully avoiding the spot where Ardal had bitten me.

Whispering tenderly, he added, “Far more than I anticipated, it will truly help.”

“That’s a relief…”

The Pope’s capture keyword was so overtly displayed that even I, who hadn’t consulted a guidebook, couldn’t miss it. His conquest keyword was “Affection.”

Having been chosen as Pope at a young age by divine selection, his life was surrounded by those who either sought to use his power or clung to it desperately. Since becoming Pope, Orias had always been alone, yearning for genuine, devoted affection directed solely at him.

The priests within the temple offered no solace. They relied entirely on his immense holy power to resolve everything. As the only individual capable of wielding such power, they placed their expectations on Orias as though he were not merely the Pope but a god incarnate.

Predicting what a character like him—isolated by expectations and pressure, devoid of anyone to lean on—would desire wasn’t difficult. Orias simply wanted someone he could trust and depend on without reserve.

Smiling up at the Pope, I answered from within his embrace, “Please use me as much as you need, Orias. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

It was a calculated statement, designed to avoid Ardal’s Dead Ending while simultaneously raising the Pope’s affection.

<The Pope’s Affection Has Increased Significantly!>

<Affections for the target characters, ‘Orias – The Pope’ and ‘Ardal – Commander of the Holy Knight Order,’ have risen to a measurable level, allowing access to the character affection window.>

• You can now view the characters’ affection levels.
• The affection window provides insights into the characters’ brief emotions. (Accessible once every 48 hours.)
• Caution: Viewing the affection window in the presence of characters who use holy or magical power may trigger the event ‘Anomalous Sensation.’ Please use this feature with care.

True to his status as an easy-capture target, Orias widened his eyes at my words and looked at me intently. The system window confirmed the Pope’s affection boost.

Feeling proud of my progress, I smiled and closed my eyes.

I must have nearly maxed out Ardal’s affection, and the Pope’s has surpassed the threshold needed for dual routes.

Now I just need to finish my training in the Holy Kingdom and head to the Empire.

‘Check affection levels.’

Still resting in the Pope’s arms, I thought to myself.

<Character Affection Levels>

• The characters whose affection levels can currently be viewed are Orias and Ardal.

Orias: ♥♥♥♡♡

Ardal: ♥♥♥♥♡

The other characters’ names had yet to appear. Looking at Ardal’s and Orias’s affection levels, I clicked my tongue in mild disappointment. Unfortunately, neither had been fully captured yet. Ardal had one heart remaining, and Orias had filled only three of his five hearts. To unlock the reverse harem ending, I’d need to max out their affection before moving to the Empire.

Just a little more effort, and I’ll get there. Once their affection passes the halfway mark, it becomes much easier to increase.

As I calmly reviewed the system window, a red alert suddenly appeared above it.

<Warning: Event ‘Anomalous Sensation’ will trigger in 10 seconds>

• When triggered, logging out may become more difficult.

Logging out is already difficult enough! What kind of nightmare is this? If logging out becomes harder, they might as well tell me to live in this game forever!

<9 seconds remaining>

Enjoying the pleasant fatigue while nestled in the Pope’s arms, I straightened abruptly at the sight of the red system window. The countdown rapidly ticked downward.

<5 seconds remaining>

<4>

<3>

What did I even do to—Ah!

‘Close affection window.’

The affection window hovering before me vanished instantly. As it disappeared, the relentless countdown halted.

<2 seconds remaining – Event ‘Anomalous Sensation’ has been canceled.>

I recalled the earlier warning:

• Viewing the affection window in the presence of characters who use holy or magical power may trigger the event ‘Anomalous Sensation.’ Please use this feature with care.

Though I couldn’t predict the event’s exact nature, it clearly wasn’t something to welcome. Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my tense body relax, leaning back into the Pope’s arms.

“Are you tired?”

“Just a little.”

“Ardal, Sister Haniel is tired. Let’s forego today’s training.”

Obviously. If we had another session today, that would make three in one day. I’d rather not die from exhaustion.

“Your Holiness.”

“Yes, Sister Haniel?”

“Ardal isn’t at fault for anything…”

“You keep insisting on that.”

The Pope chuckled softly, nodding as if humoring me. I wanted his assurance that he wouldn’t harm Ardal.

The Saintess Is a Spy! is a game with high freedom, meaning an ending where Ardal dies is also possible. As if it wasn’t enough that new events appeared in this playthrough, now Ardal was also buried under a mountain of heavy responsibilities.

Unlike me, who could still enjoy relatively smooth gameplay despite being unable to log out, Ardal was increasingly crushed by the weight of his duties. I was genuinely worried he might collapse from overwork and die.

“In that case, perhaps it’s too much to assign Ardal as my guard…”

“No.”

Even as a character, I couldn’t bear to burden Ardal further. Balancing my desires against his growing fatigue, I spoke with regret.

Yeah, it’s not right for him to overexert himself. If he collapses, I’ll be the one to suffer. Assigning someone else as my guard seems like the better choice.

As I voiced my thoughts, Ardal immediately shook his head, his sharp gaze cutting through me.

Why? I was trying to lighten your workload, not add to it.

Faced with his intense expression, I stammered. The sharp look in his eyes was something I hadn’t seen before, and combined with his imposing stature, it made him appear genuinely intimidating for the first time.

Though he was large, his usual gentle demeanor had always made him seem endearing. But now, as he glared at me, he was truly terrifying.

“W-well, still. Ardal, you don’t seem to have enough time to rest…”

“I am not lacking.”

“I don’t know for sure, but preparing for the coronation can’t be an easy task.”

Ardal’s firm reply left no room for argument. While I knew that characters in the game could function with less sleep than players, the physical and mental toll of sleep deprivation was still significant.

Lack of sleep led to reduced awareness, impaired judgment, and heightened impulsivity. Cognitive and physical abilities deteriorated, and other real-world symptoms of exhaustion were mirrored in the game mechanics.

“I’m fine.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded reluctantly. Unlike me, Ardal’s physical stats were undoubtedly much higher.

Fine, if he says he’s okay, then nothing bad should happen… right?