I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 46

“Dion!”

I hurriedly ran to his side. Dion wasn’t aiming his sword at me—he was pointing it at himself. Before the blade could reach his body, I managed to grab onto his arm.

The moment I saw where his sword was aimed, I was utterly horrified. Dion was about to swing the sword at his own genitals. Even if it meant getting stabbed by his blade, I had to stop him. This was too much. Absolutely not!

He’s lost his mind! Removing a threat, sure—but I never thought he’d try to eliminate his own manhood.

Ever since I was trapped here as a “reward,” I had suspected that the developers of The Saintess Is a Spy! were a bit twisted. But even the game developers programmed this? A character in an R-19 game, choosing to castrate himself? I never could have imagined.

Isn’t this going way too far? It’s not just making relationships difficult—it’s rendering them completely impossible!

“Let go.”

“Are you insane?”

“I said, let go.”

Veins bulged in Dion’s neck as he spoke. Seeing that he had no intention of loosening his grip on the sword, I bit down hard on his forearm. When I first entered this game, I had bitten a petty thief in his privates—why would I hold back in a situation like this? Preventing Dion from mutilating himself was far more important than sparing his arm.

Sinking my teeth into his arm with full force, Dion winced and tried to push my head away.

“Saintess! Get off me…”

“What were you planning to do with that sword? Are you out of your mind?”

“I…”

When I shouted angrily, Dion finally let go of the sword and stepped back. Blood soaked the fabric of his sleeve where I had bitten him, staining it red. Dion didn’t even glance at the wound as he lowered his head. His ears burned bright red as he leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the ground, breathing heavily.

“Damn it.”

Dion’s voice was hoarse as he cursed under his breath. Watching him dig his nails into his thighs, I approached him and knelt down in front of him. When our eyes met on the same level, Dion lifted his head to look at me. My reflection filled his deep blue eyes.

Resting my hand on the back of his trembling hand, Dion flinched violently.

When I placed my hand on the back of his, which was raking his thigh, Dion’s body flinched violently.

“There’s no need to blame yourself. It’s because of the smoke you inhaled.”

“Did you know?”

“Yes, that’s why I told you to cover your nose and mouth.”

Feeling the tension in his hands, I softened my tone. I hadn’t expected him to go so far as to harm himself to avoid touching me. While I appreciated his knightly integrity, this was a bit much.

Resisting the urge to press my overheated body against him, I scolded him gently.

“What were you thinking, trying to hurt yourself?”

“If I didn’t, I would have…”

“If you get hurt, how am I supposed to get out of here? As my escort, you should think about the consequences before acting.”

“Ugh…”

“If I get injured here, it’ll cause problems for Sir Adrian, too.”

“I know that…”

Dion bit his lip and avoided my gaze. Despite our conversation, his lower body was clearly responding to the herb’s effects, becoming increasingly prominent. Dion’s forced composure was painfully obvious as he struggled to keep his eyes anywhere but on me.

“You’re affected by the smoke too, aren’t you?”

“…Yes?”

“You’re in the same state as I am, right?”

Dion’s voice was strained as he asked. I nodded, and as soon as I did, Dion grabbed my waist firmly. He seemed to be trying to restrain himself, but his grip was too strong. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled me between his legs, his hesitation evident in every movement.

To put an end to his hesitation, I spoke plainly, “The effect will wear off if we… engage physically.”

“…I’ll apologize later.”

“There’s no need.”

Sitting in his lap, I pressed myself tightly against him, leaving no space between us.

“I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, Dion, but… I’m in a hurry too.”

***

“Wait a moment, let me take off my clothes….”

“Phew…”

In this situation, it was not Dion but me who still had their senses intact. Dion, overwhelmed by desire, looked as though he would tear off my clothes. I grabbed his hand to stop him and removed my clothes myself.

Dion exhaled heavily, glaring at me. His pupils were dilated, making his eyes seem darker than usual. Meeting the blackened pupils that dominated his blue irises, I let my clothes fall to the ground.

As Dion watched me undress myself, he murmured in a low voice, “You’re quite composed.”

“Is that important right now?”

“No.”

Dion stepped on the clothes that had fallen to the ground as he approached me. His trembling hand touched my exposed shoulder.

“Don’t step on the clothes.”

“Is that really important?”

“A little bit.”

I deliberately used a playful tone with Dion. He sighed and pushed the clothes aside with his foot. Ignoring his hand on my shoulder, I reached for his clothes. As I unbuttoned them one by one, he furrowed his brows, watching my actions.

When I finished unbuttoning and removed his shirt, his well-toned upper body was revealed. His bronzed, sculpted frame was hot to the touch. As I placed my palm against his heaving chest, Dion bit his lip and grabbed my hand.

“…Stop. I’ll take care of the touching.”

How rigid of him, considering he’s never done this before. It seemed Dion had been programmed to believe that men should take the lead in intimate encounters. I wondered if he even knew how to touch properly.

Either way, our mutual goal was to rid ourselves of the herb’s effects, so it didn’t matter who took the lead.

When I lowered my hand, Dion, his face tense, leaned toward me. His lips brushed against the nape of my neck. As his lips pressed deeply into the pulse on my neck, his hand trailed up my waist. His hesitant hand stopped just below my chest before fully grasping it.

Haniel’s body responded dutifully to Dion’s clumsy caresses. The hardened peaks of my chest were kneaded between his fingers, which moved awkwardly but firmly.

Leaning my overheated body against the wall, I grabbed Dion’s head. As if protesting my actions, he bit the side of my neck.

“Ah.”

His teeth sank into my neck, and he gently licked the mark he had left.

“Mmm… Dion, not there….”

Stop focusing only on my neck and move lower…

Whining and shifting my hips, I felt Dion’s grip on my chest tighten. His hand squeezed so firmly that it was painful, causing me to let out a low moan.

“Ugh, that hurts….”

“Stay still. There’s an order to things, isn’t there?”

Dion’s sharp reprimand made me forget the pain as I pondered his words. Was there supposed to be an order to sex?

The way Dion went about it was so different from what I had imagined. At this rate, he’d probably spend the entire day just gripping my chest.

“Dion.”

I removed his hand from my chest and grabbed his waistband. Seeing the bewildered look on his face as I unbuckled his belt, he asked, “Saintess? What are you… where are your hands going?”

“I don’t see why we need to follow an order.”

After all, my body had been designed so the characters could proceed straight to penetration without causing any harm. Skipping foreplay might hurt a bit, but it wouldn’t result in any damage or tearing.

Before Dion could stop me, I had already pulled down his pants, freeing his erection. Glancing between his face and his aroused member, I saw his face flush red as he stammered.

“D-don’t look at me like that.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed about the body God has given you.”

“I don’t believe in God.”

Dion replied firmly, his face still flushed.

“Oh, okay.”

Then feel free to stay embarrassed.

Lowering my gaze from his face, I examined his erection. Unlike his shy demeanor, it was intimidating in size and appearance. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, Dion gasped sharply. I slowly began to move my hand up and down his length.

“Hah, ugh… aren’t you embarrassed, ah… at all?”

Dion bent over slightly, speaking in a low voice. Smiling, I answered, “Since you’re so embarrassed, I actually feel fine.”

In situations like this, when one person is shy, the other tends to remain composed.

“And honestly, you’re surprisingly cute, Dion.”

“Wh-what are you… ugh.”

Having grown used to confident characters, seeing someone like Dion was refreshing. Compared to him, Ardal seemed incredibly skilled. Though both were inexperienced, their reactions were vastly different.

Watching Dion blush and moan, I continued moving my hand. Thanks to Orias’s lessons, my technique was impeccable. Dion’s member pulsed in my hand before releasing his essence.

“Why are you so good at this…”

Dion muttered helplessly after climaxing in my hand. Ignoring his comment, I bent down.

“W-wait. What are you doing now?”

“I’m going to make you feel good.”

“No, Saintess!”

For someone experiencing this for the first time, I thought I’d offer him a little extra service.

Kneeling between his legs, his member that had ejaculated once quickly rose again. As expected, Dion was truly one of the stellar capture targets of this R-19 game.

Leaning down, I placed my lips on the tip of his slick head.

“S-Saintess…”

“It’s fine.”

“You shouldn’t put your lips there…”

His voice trembled, but his eyes were filled with anticipation as he looked down at me.

“You say that, but it seems like you’re enjoying it.”

“Who said I was enjoying it! This is just because of the herb’s effects…”

“Sure, I understand.”

“Hngh!”

I lightly bit the tip of his head, cutting off his protest. Concentration was key, and he was being too noisy.

Despite the heat coursing through my body due to the herb’s effects, my mind wandered to absurd thoughts. Comparing the designs of the characters’ bodies, I realized each one’s anatomy was distinct. Orias was slender, Ardal was firm and large, and Dion fell somewhere in between. From my past playthrough, I remembered Dietrich’s being aesthetically perfect, much like his face.

The point of this idle thought? The game developers must have put effort into designing even these details. Such unnecessary but significant work.

“Hah…”

Dion let out a satisfied sigh as I continued, gripping my hair tightly. Perhaps noticing my distraction, his gaze sharpened as he looked down at me.