I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 169

The moment I used the aphrodisiac, Adrian furrowed his brows as if he had sensed something. This was even before the effect had spread.

As expected, Adrian was sensitive.

To stop him from realizing my plan and leaving, I quickly spoke to him.

“Do you really think I’m just imitating her?”

Even though I hadn’t spoken up first while being tortured, I was the one asking the question now—and that piqued his interest.

“You call that a question?”

“I’ve never lied to you, Adrian.”

The more I spoke, the more my throat hurt. I grimaced and cleared my throat at the pain, and Adrian, with an expression of displeasure, said, “Fine. I’ll believe you, so just tell me where she is. As long as I can confirm her safety, you’ll be able to return to the Holy Kingdom unharmed.”

“I’m telling you, I am that person—how many times do I have to say it… Ugh!”

Adrian strode forward and yanked on the chain attached to my neck. His fingers twisted into my hair, and tears welled in my eyes from the pain.

“If you spit out that kind of lie one more time…”

There was a flare of excitement in his threatening voice.

Through his glasses, I could see the corners of Adrian’s eyes flush red, and I smiled faintly to myself. The aphrodisiac seemed to be taking effect.

That expression—it was the one he made when he was extremely aroused. I’d seen it more than once; it wasn’t hard to identify. Though he didn’t seem aware of it himself yet.

Well, this was the fifth playthrough. Adrian hadn’t had any experience yet, so he probably couldn’t rationally analyze what was happening to his own body.

He was likely assuming the heat rising inside him was due to anger, not lust.

As he gripped me, I looked up at his face and waited for the system window to appear.

I had to wait until the system notified me that the aphrodisiac had taken effect. It was still too soon to provoke him.

I had to wait for the moment when rational thought became difficult—then I’d stir his emotions.

Ideally, I’d like to stimulate something positive, but this time, it seemed I’d have to provoke him into laying a hand on me out of anger.

“…Damn it.”

As I was lost in thought, Adrian seemed to realize how overly agitated he’d become and let go of my hair, stepping back.

“Haa…”

<The aphrodisiac in the air has been absorbed.>

<The effect of the aphrodisiac has been applied to character [Adrian].>

• If intercourse occurs while affection is low, future playthroughs may be affected.

<Character [Adrian] has become addicted to the aphrodisiac.>

<Time remaining until [Adrian] loses reason: 3 minutes>

• If Adrian moves to a location unaffected by the aphrodisiac before the timer ends, the effect will dissipate.

Just as a shallow breath escaped him, the long-awaited system window appeared.

Adrian, affected by the aphrodisiac, kept exhaling unsteady breaths, his flushed face reddening further. He ran a hand through his soft brown hair again and again, then, panting, removed his glasses.

“…What… is this… all of a sudden.”

His fingertips, pressing hard against the center of his forehead, trembled faintly. It was clear he was startled by the unfamiliar sensation.

<The aphrodisiac effect raises sensitivity for a certain period.>

• This also applies to the capture targets.

It was clearly visible that the area between his legs had swelled.

Biting his lip, Adrian abruptly turned away. Flustered by the sudden change, he crossed the room in a hurry.

Realizing something was wrong with his body, he was trying to escape. If he got out of the room, I didn’t know when I’d get another opportunity. He’d be more guarded next time, and the same method wouldn’t work.

I couldn’t let him leave.

“Adrian!”

“…If you have something to say, I’ll hear it later.”

Even after being exposed to the aphrodisiac, his voice remained calm. With his back turned and his erection hidden from view, it was hard to tell he was being affected by lust at all.

I couldn’t help but be a little impressed watching Adrian resist the aphrodisiac’s effects—a drug that even Dietrich, with all his experience, had trouble enduring.

I thought he’d crumble right away, but he was holding out longer than expected.

But it wouldn’t last much longer. Adrian was now standing at the door, trying to leave—and the vial was near the doorway. The concentration of aphrodisiac in the air was higher there than in here.

He was definitely being affected more strongly than I was.

“I hurt my shoulder saving you. You cried when you saw me. Who else but me would know that?!”

I shouted to provoke Adrian and keep him from leaving.

The hand gripping the doorknob tensed, veins bulging across the back of it. His broad back rose and fell deeply. A clear sign of arousal.

From behind him, I yanked down my top and shouted.

“If you don’t believe me, check for yourself—look at this wound and see if it tells you how I got it!”

Of course, I wasn’t undressing to show the scar. I wanted him to turn around and be further provoked, so I exposed my chest almost entirely.

The sound of fabric slipping down made Adrian gasp and whip around.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto me completely. His well-groomed face was utterly twisted now as he glared at me, breathing raggedly.

***

Adrian immediately approached and glared coldly at my opened collar.

“What are you doing?”

“Check the scar. Can you really say I’m lying after seeing this?”

As I turned my neck so the scar would be clearly visible, the collar, which had barely covered my chest, slipped down even further.

“…You’ve been crawling around with Sir Dion, and now you’re trying the same with me….”

“…What?”

Wait, he knew?

I had been a bit too close with Dion. At this point in the second playthrough, Dion had been quite protective of me.

Still, it was surprising that he figured out I had been involved with Dion just from that. Adrian, grinding his teeth, muttered and then lifted me to my feet while I stood there awkwardly, at a loss for words.

“Aaah…!”

<Adrian’s alertness level has slightly decreased.>

It wasn’t out of kindness that he lifted me. He wrapped the long chain attached to my neck so that my body was pressed tightly against the wall.

Then he secured my hanging wrists with restraints, tying them behind my back.

Ugh. I was planning to manipulate Adrian’s memory the moment I found an opening, but now I couldn’t.

With my back against the wall, I was now staring directly at Adrian.

My top, which had barely covered my chest, fell even lower due to the rough movements.

The chill brushing my bare breasts made my nipples stiffen. Adrian, silently watching my goosebump-ridden skin, grabbed my throat and pressed his body against mine.

His body, far too strong for someone in a scribe’s profession, completely overwhelmed me.

“Hngh, ugh…”

The moment Adrian’s thigh slipped between my legs and lightly struck my crotch, I tilted my head back and moaned.

I had forgotten that the aphrodisiac was also affecting me.

It had been a long time since I’d used an aphrodisiac during intercourse. It had also been a while since such intense sensations tore through my entire body.

“You think she would shamelessly bare her chest and moan like you? If you really believe that, you’re dead wrong.”

“Ng, A-Adrian… My legs, please—”

“Legs? Oh, are you talking about my leg that you’re rubbing against right now?”

“Take—take it away.”

“And if I take it away, what are you going to rub against instead?”

“Hahk!”

Adrian spoke coolly as he pressed his thigh upward. The solid muscle crushed against my crotch, and with just the thin fabric between us, my hips trembled.

Ugh… it feels too good…

Adrian looked down at my limp body, apparently displeased by the minor climax, then withdrew the thigh that had been pressing into me.

His leg was damp—clearly soaked with my fluids. Adrian’s expression twisted.

“Disgusting…”

That’s what he said, but the bulge in his pants looked like it would burst through at any moment. If he pulled his pants down even a little, his stiffly erect, well-shaped cock would spring out and bob in the air.

I swallowed dryly and raised my leg toward his groin. Just like he had done to me, I slipped my thigh between his and began to rub. I heard the sound of his breath catching.

“Hah…”

My slender thigh moved lewdly between Adrian’s legs. As I rubbed his thigh, my skirt rode up.

With my hands restrained, the only way to stimulate him was with my legs.

I diligently pressed my knee against his groin. My effort paid off—Adrian, visibly aroused, gripped my thigh.

“There’s no way you’re the same person as her.”

Adrian looked at me with blazing eyes.

His gaze was completely clouded with lust. He muttered again and again that I couldn’t be her, then slowly closed his eyes as if making a decision.

After a moment to catch his breath, Adrian opened his eyes and, in one swift motion, pressed his lower body tightly against me while lifting my thigh with one hand.

His erect penis was now exposed.

“Kya—mmpf!”

<Adrian’s alertness level has slightly decreased.>

Without any foreplay to speak of, Adrian thrust his erection inside me. I was wet enough for him to enter easily, but I still let out a startled cry from the sudden penetration.

<Adrian’s alertness level has slightly decreased.>

<Adrian’s guilt level has significantly increased.>

“Shut up.”

As I kept screaming, Adrian roughly covered my mouth and thrust his hips upward.

The voice must have triggered something—he couldn’t ignore the memory of that sound.

With my mouth gagged by Adrian’s hand, I was crushed against the wall.

The clinking of the chains around my neck and wrists echoed loudly in the room, mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies meeting.