I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 26

“Ahng, ugh!”

As fingers penetrated deeply, I couldn’t help but turn my head away from Orias’s length, unable to endure the overwhelming sensation. If I stayed like this, I feared I might lose control and bite him.

Thankfully, Orias merely clicked his tongue briefly and released my head without holding me down.

The fingers that had been thrusting firmly withdrew, and a wet hand gripped my waist. From behind, Ardal held my hips and guided his length toward my entrance, attempting to insert himself. After a few slips, he finally managed to push inside.

It was a size I would never get used to.

“Hah…!”

As he reached depths that fingers could never touch, I bent my head forward and inhaled sharply.

Curling my body made it difficult for him to move, so Ardal bent over, gripping my chin to straighten me.

With one swift motion, he lifted me. My forcibly raised body clung completely to Ardal’s torso as he pounded upward from behind. The forceful thrusts shook my body.

I wanted to cling to Orias for support, but with my hands tied, all I could do was let my body sway helplessly.

My chest bounced up and down. Watching my lewdly jiggling chest, Orias opened his mouth.

“This expression… it reminds me of something.”

Murmuring in a somber tone, he grabbed my trembling body and pulled me closer to him. His face held an unfamiliar coldness.

What, what’s going on? Did I do something wrong? Could his affection level have dropped?

Alarmed by Orias’s impassive expression, I quickly opened his affection window.

‘Check Orias’s affection level.’

<Affection Levels>

• Pope (Orias): ♥♥♥♥♡

There hadn’t been any incidents that could lower his affection, so it remained unchanged. Relieved, I relaxed after confirming his affection hadn’t dropped.

So his affection didn’t decrease. Thank goodness….

“Hah!”

“Where are you looking?”

Noticing my distracted thoughts, Ardal thrust his hips powerfully and asked. Overwhelmed by the searing pleasure, I couldn’t even close the affection window as moans escaped my lips. As he pushed deeply into my stretched entrance, Ardal moved swiftly. The slick sounds of his movements were unrelenting.

His shaft, sliding out smoothly, slammed back in without giving me a moment to catch my breath, filling me completely.

“Ah, ah!”

White spots danced before my eyes. My weakening waist threatened to collapse forward, but Ardal released my chin and grasped my bound wrists. His firm hold on my wrists kept my hips steady. Immobilized, I let out a long moan.

<3>

As pleasure lit up my vision, the system window began its countdown.

<2>

<1>

Ardal pinned me in place and drove himself in to the hilt. With a final thrust, he held my hips tightly as a scorching heat spread inside me. The sensation of his release seeped into my inner walls, filling me completely.

After finishing, Ardal withdrew his length slowly, letting his seed spill out and drip down my thighs.

<Event ‘Unfamiliar Sensation’ Occurs (1/2).>

“Mm….”

The system window floated before me, but I couldn’t focus on it. Lost in the sticky waves of pleasure, I arched my back and rocked my hips.

The lingering heat consumed my nerves. A light kiss on my cheek from Ardal was enough to draw a soft gasp from my lips. My overheated body flushed deeply. The sensation of his lips grazing my cheek sent shivers down my spine. Seeing this, Ardal smirked with satisfaction, watching my face intently.

“Ah.”

Orias, who had been silently observing us, sighed and looked into the distance. As he stared blankly into the void, he reached out and pulled me from Ardal’s grasp. Gripping my cheek firmly, he scrutinized my face with a piercing gaze.

“Haha…”

“Ugh… Orias?”

“I never thought… but it’s possible.”

Studying my face sharply, he let out a hollow laugh in a low voice. Releasing my cheek, he buried his face in his hands, his laughter escaping in small bursts before he raised his head again.

“Haniel, I once had a younger sister.”

“…What?”

What kind of sudden revelation was this?

<The Pope’s Confession>

• Gained hidden information from the Pope’s confession.
• Collected Pope (Orias)’s Secret (1/3).
• The Pope (Orias)’s obsession level has increased.

<The Pope’s Secret>

• The Pope had a younger sister whom he parted with during childhood.
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As soon as Orias finished speaking, a flurry of system windows appeared. Meanwhile, Ardal tore away the clothing that bound my hands.

Finally free, my arms felt a sense of relief.

“That child also had holy power, like me.”

“Ah…!”

Orias muttered in a low voice, barely audible. Startled by this sudden revelation, I turned my attention to the system window. However, a serpentine hand traced its way to my entrance, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

Before I realized it, my back was resting against Orias’s chest, with my legs spread toward Ardal. The scene mirrored how it had started. Ardal let out a low sigh as he gazed at me with intensity.

His eyes were fixed on one spot—my entrance. Watching his release drip from within me, Ardal clenched his fists tightly, his face hardening. His softened length began to stir again, twitching as it regained its full strength.

Ah, as expected of a game character… quick recovery.

The entrance where Ardal had been moments ago still hadn’t fully closed, slightly gaping. Orias slipped his fingers inside the opening, murmuring softly.

“Even my powers didn’t work on her. Or perhaps she turned them against me.”

“Ah, Orias…”

“She was such a troublesome child…”

His words came in fragments. Mixed with my moans, the Pope’s voice barely registered in my ears.

Was he saying something important?

I felt like I should focus on his words, but the overwhelming pleasure left me unable to close my mouth. Ardal ignored the Pope’s confession entirely and continued to fondle my chest. He buried his head into the nape of my neck, kissing and teasing my nipples with his fingers.

“Ahng, ah!”

I tilted my head back, letting out a moan. Surrounded by these towering men in front and behind, there was no escape. Even when my nails unconsciously scratched at Ardal’s shoulder, he didn’t retreat.

The Pope’s fingers, unlike Ardal’s, targeted my weakest spot inside, brushing against it directly.

“Still such a troublesome child.”

The moment his fingers withdrew, Orias’s length pressed in to take their place. Firmly pressing against my swollen nub, he murmured into my ear. Coated with my wetness, Orias’s fingers massaged my sensitive nub before lifting one of my legs and pushing himself in.

His tip entered and withdrew from my entrance a few times.

“Ahng, please, put it in.”

“You’re so demanding.”

My empty entrance ached and clenched in desperation. When I finally managed to open my mouth to speak, a voice tinged with amusement followed.

“Are you asking me to fill this hole up? With mine?”

“Mm, Orias… hurry…”

The Pope pressed his tip insistently, muttering softly. Whatever he found so amusing, he chuckled deeply before thrusting all the way inside in one swift motion.

“Ah!”

“Do you even know whose length you’re clenching onto?”

“Ah, O-Orias!”

“Do you even know who you’re pleading with?”

What is he even saying? Just move already…!

When Orias remained still after entering, I clenched down on him with my inner walls, trying to provoke a reaction. As I tightened around him, he finally gripped my thighs and began to move his hips.

“Ngh…!”

“Ah, yes, so good…!”

Orias’s length, slick and coated, slid past my inner walls, brushing against every sensitive spot. With Ardal’s release still inside me, his movements created an overwhelming sensation. Ardal, who had been focused on my bouncing chest, suddenly stood and brushed his tip against my lips.

“Mm…”

Barely able to hold onto his shaft with trembling hands, I gasped for breath as his heat teased my swollen lips. Flicking my tongue over his tip, I rocked my hips against Orias, seeking relief.

As Orias’s hand found my sensitive nub again, pressing and circling it firmly, a sharp wave of sensation rippled through my entire body.

“Ah, wait… hngh!”

Not there…!

With added pressure, Orias’s fingers brought me to the edge, leaving me gasping and writhing against his chest. As I tried to twist away, Orias pulled me closer with a firm grip, anchoring me against him. Pressed against Ardal’s thigh, I looked up at him pleadingly.

“I… ah!”

Ardal’s flushed face loomed above me as he reached down, brushing his fingers over my lips. Trembling uncontrollably, I instinctively bit down on his fingers as they slipped inside my mouth.

Although Ardal furrowed his brows slightly, it wasn’t from pain.

“Ahng!”

Orias’s skilled fingers quickened their pace, expertly teasing my most sensitive areas.

Ugh, ugh!

Unable to hold back, I cried out long and loud, gripping Ardal’s length in one hand while my lips tightened around his fingers. Below, I felt my release spill freely, coating everything beneath me.

I wasn’t embarrassed—the pleasure was too overwhelming for coherent thought. My body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably, trapped in the aftershocks.

Ardal’s fingers brushed over my lips before withdrawing slowly.

“Hah.”

“So shameless, biting like that without even feeling embarrassed.”

Who taught me not to feel embarrassed in the first place?! I wanted to protest against Orias’s cutting remark, but I couldn’t find the words.

Before I could collect myself, Orias thrust sharply into me, giving my trembling body no chance to settle.

“Still, this expression suits you,” he muttered softly, thrusting sharply upward.

I tightened my lips around Ardal again, straightening my back as I braced myself. With one hand reaching back, I placed it on Orias’s thigh, lifting my hips slightly.

The slick, overstimulated feeling within me was overwhelming. I desperately needed a moment to recover.

Surprisingly, Orias allowed me to lift my hips without resistance, patiently waiting as I adjusted myself. As I slowly withdrew until just the tip remained inside, I felt a momentary sense of gratitude for his unexpected kindness. But before I could fully process it, his length surged upward with a powerful thrust.

“Ahng!”

“You can’t just stop on your own,” he teased, his voice playful.

The force of his thrust sent my strength spiraling away, leaving me to collapse back into his embrace.

So much for thinking he’d let me go!

Orias had merely given me false hope, only to draw me back into his unrelenting rhythm. His movements quickened, the friction against my sensitive walls intensifying. Each pull and push left me gasping as the sensations built.

P-Please, just let me rest…

“S-Stop!”

My desperate cries went unanswered. In the end, I could do nothing but succumb as both Orias and Ardal pushed me through yet another round of uncontrollable waves of pleasure.