I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 184

Dietrich ran his hand along Haniel’s rounded shoulder. The sensation beneath his palm felt especially pleasant.

When he pushed aside the strap of her undergarment resting on her shoulder, Haniel covered her chest with her hands to keep the garment from slipping. Dietrich didn’t bother to remove her hands and instead pulled down the other strap.

He could see her slender shoulders trembling from the cold. Beneath that slender frame was a full chest that seemed mismatched with her otherwise slim figure.

Seeing the soft flesh rising from beneath her arm, Dietrich held his breath. It was a beautiful body—more beautiful than any scenery he had ever seen.

Trying to maintain his composure, he moved his hands. He took hold of her wrists. Haniel seemed to resist slightly at first, but when he gently applied pressure, she appeared to yield.

As he moved his hands downward, the undergarment that had just barely been covering her chest slipped lower. The wet fabric, unable to fall away completely, clung to her chest. Dietrich pulled it down with his index finger.

As her erect nipples came into view, his throat bobbed. The curves that extended beneath them captivated his gaze.

As he pulled down the upper undergarment that clung to her hips, Dietrich bent his knees. His gaze traveled from her neckline, past her chest, and down to her waist.

Haniel’s waist trembled and flinched. From this close distance, he could even see the fine hairs standing on end. Stroking that trembling waist, Dietrich placed a light kiss there.

“Ugh…”

A small moan slipped from Haniel’s lips. Dietrich laced his fingers with her softly trembling hand, trying to soothe her.

After placing a kiss on her waist, he moved his lips along her hips. He couldn’t tell whether the tremors he felt through his lips were his own or Haniel’s.

Amidst the loud sound of rain beating against the window, he moved his lips in sync with the soft moans slipping from Haniel.

With the hand that had been caressing Haniel’s leg, he unfastened the garter belt. Once the strap that had been securing the loose stocking came undone, it was easy to slide it off her leg.

Haniel placed one hand on his shoulder.

Feeling the faint weight on his shoulder, Dietrich shuddered.

It was strange how the weight of someone surrendering their body to him felt so endearing.

It felt as though she had cast a spell on him. And though spells usually brought only discomfort, this emotion was simply welcome.

Once he had removed Haniel’s stockings, she stood fully nude.

Dietrich, now positioned between her bashfully closed legs, let out a breath.

“Don’t hide yourself.”

Right now, he should be trying to please her…

Yet he found himself wanting to see more of her embarrassment, to push her further.

Suppressing that urge, he lifted one of Haniel’s legs and rested it on his shoulder. Despite her hesitation, Haniel removed her hands that had been covering herself and followed his direction without protest.

His palm slipped between Haniel’s inner thigh.

Leaning against the wall beside the door, Haniel trembled with one leg propped on Dietrich’s shoulder. Dietrich felt her trembling and pressed his lips between her legs.

“You’re beautiful, Haniel.”

“D-Dietrich!”

Though Haniel had been obediently following Dietrich’s lead, she couldn’t stay still once she realized where his lips had gone.

She called out to him in a startled voice.

It was because Dietrich’s lips had touched Haniel’s intimate area. She seemed about to push him away by the shoulder, but realizing how unstable her position was, she froze mid-motion.

Dietrich, pleased by her flustered reaction, pressed his lips even deeper. When the bridge of his nose brushed against her clitoris, Haniel covered her mouth with one hand.

Glancing up slightly, Dietrich looked at Haniel, who was covering her mouth, and smiled in satisfaction.

He liked that she wasn’t stopping him.

Most people would say “don’t” or “stop” in situations like this, but she didn’t.

Dietrich slipped a finger in and parted her labia. When he found the small clitoris that had been hidden, he pressed it lightly with the tip of his tongue, and Haniel tightened her clasped hands and moaned.

He could feel the previously cold inner thighs beginning to warm.

As he watched her body slowly flush red, he moved his tongue with satisfaction.

“Mmgh…”

The fact that he was the first to show her pleasure thrilled Dietrich to the point of sending shivers down his spine.

Seeing how she didn’t know what to do with herself from even the smallest stimulation and moaned helplessly was delightful. When he saw the center, glistening with flowing arousal, he spread Haniel’s thighs wider.

When he let go of her hand, Haniel followed after it as if regretfully, trailing her fingers along his, then not knowing what to do with her released hand, placed it on the wall.

When Dietrich took that hand and set it on top of his head, he felt the fluttering movements of her fingers, at a loss for what to do.

“You can grab anywhere, as much as you want. Just don’t grip too hard—it’ll hurt me, so please refrain from that.”

When Dietrich spoke playfully, Haniel nodded silently with her mouth covered, trying to stifle her moans.

It was a thoroughly submissive response.

Moved by her demeanor, Dietrich paused his lips, which had been sucking her clitoris, and said, “Haniel, this really is your first time, right?”

“Y-yes…”

“You must be embarrassed, but you’re enduring it well.”

“Because it’s you, Dietrich…”

Haniel spoke with a beet-red face and body. Seeing how her previously pale skin was now burning red from embarrassment, Dietrich felt even his own ears grow warm.

Rubbing the side of his tingling ear, Dietrich lowered Haniel’s leg to the floor and straightened up.

He wanted to see her face more clearly.

As he rose, her flushed cheeks became even more visible. Her eyes, unable to meet his, were lowered, shadowed and darker than usual.

As he silently stared at the shadow beneath her long lashes, Dietrich leaned forward instinctively and pressed a kiss to her red lips.

Looking into Haniel’s face, he moved his tongue. Where did she like to be touched? Where did she dislike?

What areas didn’t respond at all? He wanted to know everything.

Haniel seemed to like it best when their tongues wrapped around each other. When her tightly shut eyes trembled, and he persistently scraped and encircled her tongue with his own, her lashes quivered.

After observing that moment several times, Dietrich finally pulled away, satisfied.

“Haa…”

Staring at the hand clutching his collar, he slowly undressed. Because his cold clothing brushing against Haniel’s body was starting to chill her again.

As he undressed from his damp clothes, Haniel’s gaze settled on him.

Even as he removed his clothes, Dietrich didn’t take his eyes off her. He feared that if he looked away, she might vanish like a mirage.

Why did he feel like this? Why did it seem as though the person she looked at wasn’t really him? He didn’t know, and the anxiety only grew.

If he held her, surely this anxiety would go away.

After removing his outer garment, he placed his hand on Haniel’s face. Haniel, obediently leaning into his palm, closed her eyes. It was a look that said she would accept anything he did.

From there, Dietrich naturally resumed his caresses.

The goal of this encounter was to show Haniel the joy of intimacy.

“Hnng.”

When he nibbled at the peak of her breast, a moan escaped uncontrollably. It seemed she preferred being bitten over being licked. He moved attentively, taking note of her preferences one by one.

Though he was just good at reading others’ emotions—it wasn’t something he liked—for some reason, gauging Haniel’s reactions brought him joy.

“Ah, mm…!”

Dietrich thought as he bit the stiffened nipple.

After caressing her chest until it flushed, he slowly moved his hand downward. His fingers slid along her waistline and reached her clitoris, now swollen with rushing blood.

His hand traced down her clitoris and reached the vaginal opening, and he could tell how thoroughly wet she was.

“Haniel.”

“Mmh…”

Wanting to make sure she was still lucid, he called her again. Haniel looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, and answered with a moan.

“Is this really okay, here of all places?”

“I-it’s… haa… it’s okay.”

He thought it would have been better if her first time wasn’t in a musty inn on a rainy day like this—but he quickly pushed the thought aside.

After asking the final question, Dietrich smiled gently.

He pressed a kiss to Haniel’s cheek as if to reward her for saying it was okay, and moved his previously paused hand. Tracing the soaked entrance, he gently inserted his finger deep inside.

“Ahh!”

As his finger pushed into her tight passage, Haniel moaned and buried her face against his shoulder.