I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 5

When I drank that tea, an overwhelming arousal consumed me. The itch between my legs became unbearable, and I was overcome with a desire to follow any request made by the person in front of me. Would the Pope feel the same?

“…Sister Haniel.”

His Adam’s apple moved prominently as he swallowed hard. Having fully drunk the tea, he pressed a hand to his pristine forehead and let out a deep sigh.

“You switched the tea. Why did you do that?”

“Ah, well… I thought the tea Your Holiness offered me seemed far too fine for me. I’m perfectly content with ordinary tea. This one is delicious as well.”

“Is that so…”

I feigned innocence, smiling and lifting my teacup toward him. Judging by his tightly clenched fist and lack of further questioning, he seemed to believe my act of pure intentions.

‘Oh, it’s working.’

Through the collar of his robes, I could see his pale skin flush red. His earlobes turned crimson, and his breathing grew heavier. Yet, despite the visible effects, he maintained composure as he spoke.

“Please… wait for a moment.”

The Pope said this before walking toward the door. The knights stationed outside the office immediately stood at attention as he addressed them.

“Leave your posts. During Sister Haniel’s training sessions, no one is to enter the office. Any urgent matters should be relayed through Ardal.”

“Understood, Your Holiness.”

As soon as he issued the command, the knights filed out, their disciplined steps fading into the distance. Only after they had completely vacated the garden surrounding the office did the Pope return inside.

His golden eyes glistened with desire, and only then did I notice the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric of his lower garment. Despite this, he approached me with the same composed demeanor as always. If not for that visible proof of his arousal, I might have mistaken him for his usual self.

“It is time for your training, Sister Haniel.”

His voice, thick with lust, signaled the true start of the game. Smiling softly, I responded with enthusiasm. “If it’s a task Your Holiness deems necessary, I will dedicate myself to it wholeheartedly.”

As I spoke with determination, the Pope removed his ceremonial gloves one finger at a time, walking toward me. His long ceremonial cape slipped to the floor, revealing his broad shoulders. Despite the lustful gleam in his eyes, his movements were measured and deliberate.

“The tasks you must perform… I will teach you now.”

“Pardon?”

“Everything is for the sake of the Holy Kingdom.”

The Pope stepped closer, gently pushing me down by the shoulders until I sank into the sofa. Above me, the ceiling frescoes and his divine face filled my vision. His golden hair cascaded softly as he leaned over me. Without warning, he pulled at my robes, undoing them.

“Y-Your Holiness! Please wait!”

Though I already knew about the brainwashing effect of the aphrodisiac tea during these training sessions, I pretended to resist, grabbing at his hands. The long ceremonial robes I wore for the Saintess proclamation ceremony were easily parted under his touch. He chuckled softly at my weak protest.

“Do not be alarmed. There is no need to fear.”

“Your Holiness…”

With a sharp smile, he lowered his face slowly, his lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss before pulling away. After that placating kiss, his hands moved quickly. This man… I’d thought this in previous playthroughs too: why is he so skilled at undressing someone?

It’s foolish to question the behavior of a game character, but as his deft hands and fluid movements disrobed me, I couldn’t help but admire him silently. Before I knew it, my ceremonial robes had been entirely removed, lying limp on the sofa like soaked laundry.

With no undergarments beneath the robes, my bare chest was fully exposed. Flustered, I quickly crossed my arms to cover myself.

“As Saintess, you must find joy in this act. Only by moving your hips yourself can you bring the faithless of the Empire into the fold of the Holy Kingdom.”

The Pope spoke softly, uttering nonsensical words. Without the influence of the aphrodisiac, his words struck me differently this time. In the previous playthrough, I had believed what he said, but now, with a clear mind, I could evaluate his statements more objectively.

Shaking my head, I responded, knowing that blind devotion was his key trait. “Shouldn’t such acts be reserved for those we love?”

His golden eyes, clouded with arousal, blinked languidly as he gazed at me.

“As the Saintess, Sister Haniel, you must love all. Especially those who lack faith,” he said urgently, his hand moving toward me. His fingers grazed the hardened peak of my nipple.

“Ah…!”

He pinched the erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger before trailing kisses along my neck, slowly descending lower. His lips left damp trails until they reached my chest. As his warm lips parted, he took my nipple into his mouth.

“Ahh, Your Holiness…”

I let out a sigh, tangling my fingers in his golden hair. Even his light touches made my back arch involuntarily. Pressing his palm against my flat stomach, he pinned me firmly to the sofa.

As he teased my chest, biting playfully at my nipple, I found the courage to ask again, “Your Holiness, do you feel the same?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Do you love everyone, like a saintess?”

“No. I reserve my affection for those who are mine. You and I are different in that regard.”

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, the Pope spoke with rare sincerity. His fingers, now teasing my abdomen, made me take a deep breath.

A small question formed in my mind.

“Am I… yours, Your Holiness?”

“……”

The Pope is a character who inherently maintains a base level of affection, so does he think of me as his? Then again, he treats me far too roughly for that.

Locking eyes with his golden gaze, I asked the question directly. He stared at me with a subdued expression, his hand trailing lower to brush against my closed folds. His fingers parted them gently, finding the sensitive nub and pressing down firmly.

Ahhh…

The soft pressure of his fingers on my clit was intoxicating. My question was cut off by a gasp as I panted for air.

With icy eyes fixed on me, the Pope spoke, “That is a question I should ask you. Sister Haniel, do you wish to be mine?”

“If… If that is what Your Holiness desires… as much as you wish.”

I swallowed my moans as I answered. Greed flickered in the Pope’s eyes as his fingers rubbed me roughly, gathering the slick fluid that dripped from me.

Straightening his back, he used his other hand to spread my thighs wide and thrust his fingers deep into me. They slid in easily, yet my inner walls clenched tightly around them.

“Hngh!”

“Not Your Holiness. My name is Orias. Call me Orias, Haniel.”

“Ahh, Your Holiness!”

“Orias. Say it.”

His thick fingers plunged into me harshly, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Even just one finger was enough to make me cry out, but when he added another, my back arched off the sofa.

Two fingers stretched me, pressing against my walls and exploring every sensitive spot. The Pope’s movements grew more insistent as he demanded an answer.

I was in no state to respond. My mind felt as if it were struck by lightning repeatedly. My thighs trembled as my hips bucked against his hand.

“Haniel.”

“O… Orias! Ah…!”

“Good. Keep calling me that.”

Even as I trembled through a climax, the Pope didn’t stop. My inner walls quivered and clenched, but his fingers continued to move, pushing past the intense contractions.

No matter how much strength I used to resist, the Pope’s fingers only became rougher. Tears spilled from my eyes as I begged him for mercy. The sensitivity was overwhelming.

“I-I can’t… I can’t take anymore! Ahhh!”

“You’re dripping, Haniel.”

At fifty percent sensitivity, I could still think clearly, but now my mind was completely blank. I couldn’t even process what he was saying through my tears.

It’s… it’s too much. Too good… I can’t think.

His fingers paused briefly before his thumb pressed hard against my clit, sending another shockwave through me. When his fingers withdrew, I instinctively tried to close my legs, but his firm hands stopped me. Instead, he spread them wider. As my body slid lower on the sofa, the Pope stood up.

Panting heavily with my legs spread wide, I opened my unfocused eyes and looked up at the Pope standing before me.

‘Ugh, is he going to use that device again?’

During my first encounter with the Pope, the thing that had pierced me was the large device he owned. Tears, brought on instinctively, streamed down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying? Did it hurt?”

“No… it felt so good…”

Tears streamed down as I answered, and the Pope wiped them away with the back of his hand. My entire body tingled wherever he touched me.

Pressing his hand against my cheek, he suddenly pulled out his own member. When I saw his thick erection, I gasped in shock.

His engorged member twitched, already oozing clear fluid.

What? He’s not using a device?

The sudden turn of events genuinely surprised me. I hurriedly grabbed his hand that was pressing against my cheek.

“Your Holiness…?”

“No, Haniel.”

With a rough voice, he shook his head. Spreading my legs further, he pulled me closer, positioning himself. My lower half was lifted into the air, folding me onto the sofa.

“Not Your Holiness…”

As he spoke, he thrust into me in one swift motion. His thick, hot shaft filled me completely, pushing against my inner walls. The pressure was incomparable to the two fingers from earlier, and I stopped breathing for a moment.

“Ahng!”

“Hah…”

The pope let out a deep breath as he pushed his hips forward, rotating them slowly. Feeling the intense pressure of my walls contracting around him, he closed his eyes and began to move.

“Ah, ahhh! It hurts, Your Holiness!”

Even though my wetness coated him, the tightness of my entrance made it feel as though I was being torn apart.

On top of that, he thrust down on me with his full weight, making the pressure unbearable. With each thrust, his scrotum slapped against my entrance with a wet, slapping sound. His heavy breathing echoed in my ears, alternating between close and distant. Amidst the rough breathing, I heard his deep voice.

I tried to focus on what he was saying, though his voice was mixed with the sound of our bodies colliding.

“Hnngh…”

What’s he saying?

My… name…

Ah.

“Orias…?”

As I called out the name he had given me, the pope gently embraced me from behind. In that position, he lifted me from the sofa. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he moved me up and down, each motion making me scream his name in ecstasy.

“S-stop…!”

As I reached another climax, I clung desperately to his neck. My arms wrapped tightly around him, my body trembling as I gasped for breath. Sensing my desperation, he moved even faster, thrusting with even greater force than before.

“Aaah!”

“Hah!”

My walls contracted tightly around his shaft as I climaxed, squeezing him hard. The pope let out a low groan as he finally released his seed inside me. Holding me close, he collapsed back onto the sofa with me in his arms.