I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 163

I thought I seemed more like a thief than a saintess as I headed for the stables. The palace guards occasionally stopped me, perhaps finding it strange that I was walking around the Imperial Palace, but I calmly altered their memories and continued on my way.

I hesitated, thinking maybe I was pushing things too far, but completing Dion’s ending was more important.

When I asked for a horse, the stable keeper scratched his plain-looking face and replied, “You need prior approval to ride a horse. The ones managed here are warhorses used by knights, so they’re not suitable for you, Saintess. If you need a horse, I can offer one more gentle, for leisure riding…”

A calm horse would be fine too, but what I needed right now was mobility. I altered the memory of the stable keeper, who was going on with a long explanation, and forcibly took a warhorse.

“Here you go. This one’s strong and fast.”

He handed over the reins of a large black warhorse. Grabbing the reins, I quickly left the stable.

Maybe I really am better suited to being a thief than a saintess.

As I saw the stable keeper waving goodbye to me, I was gripped by guilt and made a silent vow.

Before the stable keeper could be punished for my actions, I had to finish Dion’s route and end the game.

Determined, I mounted the horse and opened the system window.

‘Document info, number two.’

<Info 2. Confirm the location of the capture target [Dion]. (Guides a path from the player’s current position.)>

In the corner of my blurred vision, the system window floated clearly.

It was a map to Dion’s estate.

When I lifted my gaze, I saw a bright arrow a little ahead. Relying on the system guiding me, I kicked the horse hard in the side.

***

Dion sat gloomily, deep in thought, in the greenhouse where the Saintess had been trapped.

When he brought the collapsed Saintess to the palace, Lucius hadn’t hidden his disappointment. But more than the look of disdain from Dietrich, who stood beside Lucius, what lingered in Dion’s mind was the moment the Saintess had collapsed.

If he hadn’t brought her to his estate, she wouldn’t have lost her sight, wouldn’t have collapsed.

His vow to protect the Saintess hadn’t lasted even a week.

“Haa…”

Letting out a long sigh, Dion’s eyes landed on the old platform. It was there that he had once pinned the Saintess down and violated her. Though it hadn’t been of his own will, the fact that he had ravished the Saintess’s body as he pleased was undeniable.

That sensation still lingered vividly. Drowning in guilt, Dion recalled it, and when he noticed his own erection swelling, he bit his lip.

He was no different from the previous head of the family. He had hurt the Saintess, and now, shamelessly aroused, his lower body reacted.

What made him any different from the former head who had impregnated his wife, taken in a mistress, and caused his wife sorrow?

The guilt grew stronger, but it was hard to suppress desire. Dion muttered a curse and wrapped his trembling hand around his erection.

“Kh…”

With no real experience in pleasuring himself, the knight’s hand was clumsy. He gripped it painfully tight and rubbed the shaft roughly, the coarse palm scraping dryly against it. A groan close to pain escaped Dion’s mouth.

It was more of a self-imposed punishment than masturbation.

“Haa… Haniel.”

As if trying to suppress the pleasure, Dion gritted his teeth and moved his hand even harder. When he uttered the Saintess’s name—a name he had never before spoken—his erection stood stiff despite the pain.

“Haah, Haniel…”

Once he had spoken her name, his lips moved on their own. Dion rubbed his shaft with the slick liquid oozing from the tip.

His lower back tensed and jolted. Tilting his head back, he groaned the Saintess’s name—just as the pounding of hooves rang out and the greenhouse door burst open.

“Dion!”

“Kh…!”

Dion’s awkward act of self-pleasure came to an abrupt end. He dazedly stared at the semen coating his palm, then hastily pulled up his clothes.

“H-Haniel…”

The Saintess, astride a large horse, had her eyes fixed sharply on him. She was breathing heavily from having ridden in such a rush.

Seeing her chest heaving wildly, Dion once again became aroused.

A wave of relief and guilt swept over him simultaneously.

As Dion turned to flee the greenhouse, the Saintess shouted loudly, “Don’t move!”

Her eyes had regained their focus, and they locked onto Dion. She calmly took in his flushed face, the semen-covered palm, and the erection barely concealed by his pants—then exhaled and jumped down from the horse.

Despite having witnessed such an indecent sight, her sigh seemed filled with relief.

“Dion, we still haven’t resolved the issue with the estate. How could you go back alone and leave me behind?”

“Haniel… Ah, no. Saintess, I…”

“Come here, Dion. We can solve it now.”

The Saint held out her hand to the hesitating Dion and smiled. Though she must have seen that his hand was covered in filthy fluid, she didn’t show a hint of hesitation.

Overwhelmed by a mixture of emotion—gratitude, shame, affection, and guilt—Dion rubbed his hand against his thigh.

As Dion frantically wiped his hand, the Saintess took a wide step forward.

“You haven’t forgotten your promise to propose once we solve the problem, have you?”

“Saintess, I’m not someone worthy of proposing to you.”

“You can call me Haniel like you just did. And, Dion, you’re more than worthy of me.”

The Saintess, who unhesitatingly grasped his reddened hand, smiled brightly.

“Because I like you very much, Dion.”

***

<Dion’s affection has greatly increased!>

<Maximum affection level reached>

<Affection Level>

• Dion: ♥♥♥♥♥ (Maximum affection achieved)
• Affection will no longer decrease once the maximum is reached.

<Entering Dion’s single route ‘(Access Denied)’>

• This route does not allow multiple captures.

<Route Progress: 90%>

• Progress will increase upon completing the required event, ‘Dion’s Mansion Search (5/5).’

Dion’s eyes reddened.

Unable to speak, he looked around before pulling me into a tight hug. His erect shaft poked against my thigh, but I pretended not to notice.

I was truly startled when I saw the system window showing Dion’s guilt rising while I was galloping toward him.

Once I confirmed that he was in the greenhouse, I had charged in blindly. Though the glass doors were shattered and strewn across the floor, I ignored them and threw my arms around his waist.

Well, of course your guilt is spiking when you’re masturbating in here.

Still, I was glad I hadn’t arrived too late. When I hugged his waist tightly, Dion twisted his torso a bit uncomfortably. He must have realized that his erection was pressing against me.

I loosened my arms slightly to let him free himself from my embrace.

Dion, clearly embarrassed by his erection, shifted his body and cleared his throat.

“…Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. My vision’s clear, too.”

The moment I reached him, my sight fully returned. That was why I could see his condition so clearly. A body and face that looked as though they had been crafted to my ideal taste, and a face twisted with guilt after self-pleasure—stripped of his knightly dignity—was a sight so beautiful it left me breathless.

I really do love Dion. Truly, sincerely love him.

Perhaps it was the emotion overwhelming me—my confession came out filled with genuine feeling. There wasn’t the slightest falsehood in my words, and Dion, upon hearing it, blushed and tried to change the subject.

“There’s no need to resolve the mansion’s issue. I confirmed the curse isn’t as dangerous as it seemed.”

“That’s not acceptable. If it’s a curse, it must be broken.”

“I’m all right…”

“I’m not. Dion.”

I firmly cut off his words. I had to resolve his issue and see the ending. I also had to take care of the wound on his neck. Only then could I tend to Dion’s injury in the real world as well.

Seeing how he kept avoiding contact with the semen-covered hand, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the garden.

“Let’s go.”

<Capture Event Triggered! – [Dion] Mansion Search (5/5)->

• Objective: Locate the ‘Gardener’ and retrieve the greenhouse key, then fulfill the ‘Gardener’s’ request.
• Reward: Progress in [Dion] single route increases.

Looking at the event that appeared right after reaching max affection with Dion, I headed off to find the gardener who had locked me in the greenhouse.

This time, I wasn’t scared—because Dion was with me.

***

The gardener had been the woman’s longtime friend. Despite the former head of the family’s suspicious gaze about his relationship with her, he had stayed by her side. It was he who had comforted the woman tormented by the presence of a mistress.

“P-please, continue to take care of the greenhouse. I-it’s filled only with the flowers s-she loved…”

Perhaps because I had sorted through the past events in the greenhouse, the gardener now spoke with a face full of relief.

<-[Dion] Mansion Search (5/5) has been completed!>

<All capture events have been completed.>

• Route ‘Only Love’ progress increased.
• ‘Only Love’ Progress: 100%

<Ending Trigger Event ‘Secret Document Acquisition’ has been completed.>

<All ending requirements fulfilled!>

<Dion Single Route ‘Only Love’ is now accessible.>

System windows popped up one after another.

At last, for the first time, I had reached a perfect ending.