I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 185

The finger that slid into her wet entrance rubbed against the inner walls. Each time Dietrich’s long finger brushed and withdrew, it glistened with slick arousal.

“If it hurts, let me know.”

Though he had no intention of stopping, Dietrich spoke kindly.

Haniel, cradled in his arms, began to breathe faster. Dietrich, watching her, moved without haste.

His thumb pressed against her clitoris while his fingers slowly rubbed her inner walls. Each time he brushed against the swollen inner walls, Haniel let out a soft moan while clutching his collar.

“Hngh…”

When he gathered his fingers and pushed two inside, she bit her lip. It wasn’t the look of someone enduring pain, but rather someone enduring pleasure—so Dietrich didn’t stop and continued moving his fingers.

Every time the inner walls parted and closed again, his fingers grew even wetter.

His fingers, parting the soft folds, struck precisely at Haniel’s weak spot.

Dietrich, having quickly found that weakness, curled his lips upward and focused on that area. With his other hand, he rubbed the tense nape of her neck while his fingers moved steadily.

Each time he pressed into her inner walls, moans spilled from Haniel’s mouth. His fingers thrust deep inside, giving no rest to the trembling walls. Listening to those delicate moans, Dietrich flicked his wrist faster.

“Hhng!”

He could feel Haniel’s entire body tense up. Her clenched neck quivered. Dietrich quietly relished the way her soft inner walls flinched and quaked around his inserted fingers.

After tensing up, Haniel relaxed and tilted her head back. Her long hair fluttered softly with her ragged breaths.

Even now, her body was beautiful. Dietrich reached over her shoulder and brushed aside the long hair that had hidden her chest.

Her pale chest, flushed with arousal, rose and fell with deep breaths.

Still panting, Haniel tilted her head slightly and carefully placed her hand on Dietrich’s still-unbuttoned shirt.

Because of where her hand landed, Dietrich was briefly taken aback.

Haniel’s hand had landed directly on the spot where the binding seal was engraved.

Aside from Lucius and Gillian, no one else should have known about the binding seal, so she must have just coincidentally placed her hand there.

Even so, he couldn’t stop his body from instinctively flinching. Dietrich shuddered as if his weakness had been discovered.

In a careful tone, Haniel said, “Dietrich, your clothes are really soaked.”

It seemed strange to her that he was still wearing wet clothes.

He had never shown the binding seal to anyone before, but Dietrich couldn’t resist her touch. He simply watched as her delicate fingers slowly undid his buttons.

When Haniel pulled back his clothes to reveal the spot where the binding seal was, she said nothing upon seeing the strange mark etched into his chest.

She just opened his shirt and silently embraced his cool, wet body.

Her full chest pressed directly against his.

The aftershocks of her climax caused her heart to pound against his chest. Feeling the warmth of her body, Dietrich stopped his caresses and bit his lip.

He felt like staying just like this, wrapped in her arms.

But he couldn’t just remain embraced by her. His goal was to teach Haniel the joy of intimacy.

He lifted Haniel’s now-dry body and headed for the bed. Her small frame on the bed moved with ragged breaths.

Dietrich slowly climbed on top of her.

Since Haniel had no intention of avoiding him, getting on top of her was effortless. Before exploring her body, he cupped her cheek and kissed her softly.

Unlike earlier, when she had been passive, Haniel responded to the kiss and opened her mouth.

As he kissed her tenderly, Haniel’s legs slowly relaxed and spread apart. Seeing her reaction, Dietrich curled his lips faintly.

Haniel was uniquely submissive when it came to intimacy.

He had never encountered someone who followed his lead so completely.

While adjusting his position, Dietrich thought to himself.

Due to the lingering effects of her earlier climax and the kiss, Haniel didn’t seem fully aware of what he was doing now.

He had no intention of hurting her—but he did want to see a surprised expression.

Dietrich settled between her spread legs and quietly aligned his swollen member with her entrance.

“…Ah?”

Haniel, feeling the sensation of a large, well-shaped member rubbing against her entrance, let out a confused moan mid-kiss.

Dietrich didn’t give her a chance to fully grasp the situation.

He pushed his member straight into her loosened entrance. The tight walls stretched wide, swallowing the tip.

“Haa…!”

To thrust himself deeper, Dietrich gripped Haniel’s thighs firmly. As pleasure surged through her, Haniel twisted her body and clutched the rumpled bedding tightly.

The backs of her hands turned pale from the force.

As he held her thighs tightly and pressed their bodies closer, Haniel trembled all over. Whether it was from the insertion alone, her inner walls twitched and gripped his shaft.

She had a sensitive body.

Seeing Haniel’s slightly bulging belly with himself inside her, Dietrich caught his breath. Isn’t this body a little too lewd to belong to a saintess?

Each time the head of his shaft sliced through her inner walls, wet squelching noises filled the room. Those lewd sounds and the sight before him excited Dietrich to the point that he forgot he was even exposing his binding seal.

A sharp pleasure that seemed to pierce his brain shot through him. He had to hold back from climaxing before he could even start moving, and exhaled deeply.

“Haa……”

A blissful pleasure overtook his body. He’d never experienced a connection that felt this good just from penetration alone.

Suppressing his release, he began to move his hips. The small bed couldn’t withstand their motion and rocked violently.

“Mmngh, hngh!”

Haniel’s high-pitched moans continued without pause. Every time his shaft struck her inner walls, Haniel let out a sweet cry.

Her inner walls repeatedly clenched and released around him, as if unwilling to let him go.

Their joined parts grew wetter and stickier than when they’d been soaked by the rain.

Dietrich forcefully parted the inner walls that clung tightly to him and pushed in deeper. The overwhelming pleasure of carving a path into her over and over again and sending Haniel to climax repeatedly was intense.

He felt her insides slowly molding to his shape.

It truly felt like she had become his.

“Di… etrich.”

She stammered out his name as she looked up at him.

Those affectionate eyes—that gaze belonged to him entirely.

To think they were meant for someone else—no, that was just Dietrich’s baseless delusion.

The look in her eyes made his chest tingle.

Dietrich caressed Haniel’s round forehead and thrust deeply. When he released inside the deepest part of her, a surge of satisfaction welled up in his chest.

As he slowly withdrew, the shaft and the release that had filled her seeped out. He stared blankly at the thick fluid as it trickled free, then slowly pushed his now-erect shaft back inside.

Haniel’s face flushed a deep red.

Looking down at her, Dietrich impulsively opened his mouth.

“Haniel. You love me, don’t you?”

Haniel, as if caught exposing a secret, turned her head and buried her face in the bed, then blinked her long lashes.

Clearly flustered, she looked back at Dietrich and opened her mouth.

“…Yes.”

Though her voice was quiet enough to be lost in the sound of the rain, Dietrich heard her response with perfect clarity.

It was more satisfying than penetration—more fulfilling than the act itself.

***

I quietly watched Dietrich’s sleeping face beside me. Holding my breath, I examined his features, careful not to wake him, and then the system window popped up.

<You have completed the Secondary Objective.>

It indicated I had confirmed the binding seal. I hadn’t expected Dietrich to show it to me so easily, so I felt a bit dazed.

Although I knew how to approach his route…

I hadn’t expected him to just sit still while I opened his collar.

It seemed the time we’d spent together had become something he couldn’t disregard either. I had assumed he’d always remain cold and composed, but the satisfaction on his face when he asked if I loved him showed how much I had gotten under his skin.

And after the intercourse, the affection level rose significantly, and now I had filled four hearts.

Dietrich had said that once the capture was complete, I should return to the Holy Kingdom—but seeing him like this, I was worried how badly it would affect him if I really did go back.

Could it be that he told me to return because he already anticipated this?

I clicked my tongue at how the Dietrich in reality handled things.

This Dietrich here might be just another version of him, but I feared the one back in reality would be left regretting things far too deeply.