I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 170

“Hngh…”

The room was filled only with muffled moans and wet sounds. Sometimes, his large hand even covered my nose, nearly cutting off my breath, but Adrian showed no intention of removing the hand covering my mouth.

As a result, Adrian’s alertness level barely decreased.

Instead, every time his semen was released onto my thigh and belly, the system only displayed notifications that his guilt level had increased.

Adrian, his eyes bloodshot, stared at my face while thrusting his hips.

Maybe because it was his first experience under the influence of an aphrodisiac, Adrian’s movements were rough and frantic.

The cock pushing into my wet hole moved at a rapid pace, and to him, I was not someone who deserved consideration.

It felt different from the first time I had shared his first experience. Back then, I could feel his care and hesitation in his touch.

Now, like a beast in heat driven solely by instinct, he pounded into me relentlessly.

My skirt, rolled all the way up to my waist, was soaked through. My top had been torn beyond repair.

These scraps of cloth could no longer be called clothing. Rolling my eyes, I spotted Adrian’s shirt, which he had taken off earlier.

I’ll steal that on my way out. Even if I’m planning to head straight into a dead ending after escaping, I don’t want to die naked—even in a game.

The moment I rolled my eyes, Adrian pressed harder with the hand covering my mouth and roughly grabbed my bouncing breasts with the other.

It wasn’t a caress—it was an act meant to inflict pain. But with my heightened sensitivity, even pain gave rise to small waves of pleasure.

“Mmph.”

When I shook my head and tears spilled from my eyes, Adrian loosened the hand gripping my chest and began to touch me more gently.

With his back arched and his body leaning over mine, Adrian whispered softly, “Do you know… when I grab your breasts like this, you grind your teeth at me?”

How was I supposed to answer if he was still covering my mouth?

I thought about that as I shook my head.

Looking down at his hand, now wet with my tears, Adrian let out a conflicted sound. After a moment of hesitation, the strength left his hand.

“Haa… hahk…”

Once my mouth was freed, I gasped in large breaths. My chest rose and fell rapidly.

While I sobbed and panted, Adrian also released the chain that had bound my arms behind my back. My wrists were briefly freed—but only briefly.

Bringing my arms forward, he bound them again, then unfastened the collar that had been tied to the wall.

I had been half-forced to stand due to the restraint, and now I collapsed to the floor. As I slumped, Adrian withdrew his cock and stepped back.

“Ugh, it hurts…”

Collapsed on the floor, I groaned hoarsely. My voice was completely wrecked. Adrian seemed pleased by this, the tightness in his expression easing slightly.

“With that voice, there’s no way I’d mistake you for her. Good. It suits you better.”

Adrian muttered in satisfaction and then approached from behind where I was sprawled on the floor, hands pressed down, knees bent—a position like that of a dog.

Coming up behind me, Adrian raised one foot.

“Spread your legs.”

He pushed his foot between my thighs as he spoke. The rough movement scraped my knees.

But Adrian didn’t care and forced my legs wide apart, slowly kneeling behind me. His body pressed close to my back.

“Agh!”

He thrust in right after removing the two fingers that had stirred my inner walls.

Grabbing hold of my waist, which had sagged from exhaustion, he began thrusting rapidly. His thick cock slammed deep with no room to spare, then pulled out until only the tip remained.

<Your stamina is critically low. Consumption of a recovery potion is recommended.>

A system warning appeared above my wrist, which had been scraped against the floor.

I gasped and quickly hid my face as I took a stamina recovery potion without letting Adrian notice.

<Stamina has been restored.>

• To fully recover, sleep and rest are required.

Good thing he tied my hands in front.

Relieved after confirming the stamina recovery window, I gathered my strength. The body that had been limp like a broken doll, tossed about by Adrian’s hands, suddenly stiffened as I resisted.

Adrian, noticing the unexpected resistance in my arms, spoke in confusion, “You like it from behind that much? You’ve suddenly come back to life.”

“N-no… hngh.”

Though confused, Adrian seemed to enjoy my reaction, and his once-rough thrusts became slightly gentler. Without needing any instruction, he buried his cock all the way inside and rotated his hips in slow, deep circles before ejaculating again.

Even after he came, he stayed still for a moment with his cock still inside, then slowly released my waist and traced a hand languidly down my spine.

As he slowly rubbed along my pronounced vertebrae, he suddenly jerked his hand back as if burned.

<Adrian’s affection level has increased.>

<Adrian’s alertness level has decreased.>

The system windows floated up one after another, and I also heard Adrian muttering a curse.

I turned my head, my forehead pressed to the floor. My eyes met Adrian’s as he pushed his hair back with an expression full of displeasure.

As soon as our eyes met, his shoulders, which had tensed up nervously, relaxed.

He continued staring at me intently. “It’s better doing it while looking into your eyes.”

Ah, I should’ve kept them closed.

I sighed inwardly at Adrian’s words. With only my back visible, he had seemed unsure—maybe even suspected I might really be the person who once saved him.

But now that we’d made eye contact, he looked relieved and casually muttered like the guilt had vanished from his face again.

As if to act on his own words, Adrian slowly pulled his cock from inside me while gazing into my eyes. I felt his semen spill out in a rush.

Adrian stared intently at the opening where his semen was leaking out and then, raising his hand, pushed the dripping fluid back in.

It seemed like a completely unconscious act.

For a while, he continued staring without blinking, then furrowed his brow and flipped me over.

My body, barely holding on, was turned to the side. Adrian grabbed my legs and spread them as he mounted me from above.

He pulled me toward him by my thighs and warned sternly, “From now on, it’d be best not to close your eyes again.”

Keeping his gaze locked with mine, Adrian continued the act. And just as he warned, every time I tried to shut my eyes, he would either slap my chest or grab my throat and command me to open them.

By the time it all ended, my entire body was flushed red.

***

I carefully unlocked the shackles, trying not to touch the wounds on my wrists. It took using two full sets of ten recovery potions and five more on top of that before I could escape Adrian’s grasp.

“Ugh…”

A dull ache throbbed between my legs. And it wasn’t just my genitals—my entire body felt wrecked.

Because Adrian had pinned me to the floor and wall without so much as laying down a cloth, sharp pain radiated from my back. My knees, wrists, and neck were all scraped and bruised.

My hands trembled as I raised another stamina potion.

“Hff.”

<Stamina has been slightly restored.>

Maybe I’d drunk too many—my stamina barely budged.

Following my hands, my whole body started to tremble. I shivered like someone freezing and leaned my shoulder against the wall to stand up.

I had to escape, but the door felt impossibly far away.

“Ah…!”

I stumbled and fell to the floor, too weak to keep walking. Fresh scrapes bloomed on my palms and knees.

Adrian lay collapsed nearby. With the right balance of drug and recovery management, I had successfully knocked him out.

“Ah, now… his memory…”

Adrian was lying within arm’s reach. I dazedly stared at his tousled hair and mumbled.

Memory manipulation—murmuring to myself, I quickly snapped back to awareness and shut my mouth.

Why was I about to say that out loud? I must be out of it.

I bit my lip hard and scolded myself. What if Adrian was only pretending to be unconscious?

The odds were low, but given I was still a prisoner, I had to be extra cautious.

Biting my lips, I checked Adrian’s state. Thankfully, he showed no sign of waking.

I exhaled slowly and placed my hand on his forehead.

<[Haniel] Unique Ability: Memory Manipulation (Lv.2) is available for use.>

• Unique abilities are affected by player stamina and psychological state.
• Current stamina is very low. It is recommended to recover before use.

My vision blurred.

I blinked several times, struggling to read the letters as my stamina was depleted to the point I could barely see.

The corners of my eyes, raw from tears caused by overwhelming pleasure and pain, stung sharply. Letting out a short groan, I read the floating system text one line at a time.

‘It is recommended to recover before use…’

I pulled back the hand I had placed on Adrian’s forehead.

After everything I’d suffered from ignoring the system’s advice, I couldn’t bring myself to attempt memory manipulation again.

If I tried to change his memory of my eye color and accidentally altered the information about my voice—which Adrian still seemed to be fixated on—it would be a disaster.

I wanted to manipulate his memory, but I forced myself to let go of the temptation and stood up.