I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 61

“Praying is important, but there’s something else to do first.”

Dietrich approached me, clearly lost and unsure of what to do in the temple, and without a word of explanation, grabbed my hand. He firmly held my wrist and poured something onto the back of my hand.

“What, what are you doing?”

A cold liquid spilled over my hand, releasing a strong vanilla scent. Wrinkling my nose at the sweet fragrance, I questioned him.

Dietrich, now meticulously rubbing the liquid between my fingers, calmly replied, “It’s oil. Didn’t you say you wanted to remove the ring?”

“I didn’t see you bring any oil. When did you get this?”

“When you were talking to Hella, I asked the caretaker to fetch it.”

“Oh, at that time.”

I must have been so upset about Hella’s situation that I hadn’t noticed Dietrich speaking to the caretaker. Embarrassed, I chuckled softly and wiggled my fingers. The sensation of Dietrich’s fingers brushing over mine, especially where the ring rested, tickled slightly.

Dietrich slowly worked the oil into my hand and between the ring and my finger. His leisurely movements spread the slick liquid across my fingers. As his thumb and forefinger rubbed the area around the ring, an unexpected tremor ran through my lower abdomen.

There was something subtle about the scent of the oil, masked by its vanilla fragrance.

<You’ve absorbed an aphrodisiac lingering in the air.>

<The effects of the Aphrodisiac Neutralizer are activating!>

• You are immune to all aphrodisiacs.

Just as the system notification appeared, my body, which had started to heat up, immediately cooled down. It seemed the neutralizer had taken effect before the aphrodisiac could influence me. Turning my gaze away from Dietrich, who continued to rub my fingers, I scanned my surroundings.

The prayer room door was structured with a slight gap at the bottom, through which smoke was seeping in.

<Event Triggered! ‘Gillian’s Trap.’>

• You have fallen into Gillian’s trap.
• The event’s outcome will be determined through intercourse with Dietrich.
• Primary Objective: Infer Dietrich’s [S] playstyle (0/2) and unlock it.
• Secondary Objective: Complete the intercourse in alignment with Dietrich’s playstyle and escape the prayer room.
• Reward: A significant increase in Dietrich’s affection, linking to Dietrich’s capture event.

<Due to consuming the Aphrodisiac Neutralizer, rational judgment is possible.>

• The aphrodisiac also affects the capture target ‘Dietrich.’
• The character ‘Dietrich’ is intoxicated by the aphrodisiac.

<Time remaining until Dietrich loses rationality: 8 minutes.>

• You must complete the primary objective within the remaining time.

“What?”

While staring at the system, I suddenly felt pain at the tip of my finger and turned to see Dietrich. His previously calm and smiling eyes had become hazy and unfocused. Bending down, he bit my finger, his gaze locked on me.

The system had mentioned Dietrich being affected by the aphrodisiac, but he still appeared rational.

Aside from his slightly dulled gaze, he seemed almost like his usual self—except for the sharp bite on my finger.

“Dietrich!”

Pulling my finger from his mouth, I shoved his shoulder. He had bitten so hard that the tip of my finger was indented and turning red.

“What are you doing all of a sudden?”

The pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Furrowing my brow, I thought about what had just happened. Dietrich’s actions had confirmed one of his preferences.

One of Dietrich’s playstyles was sadism.

<Primary Objective: Infer Dietrich’s [S] playstyle (1/2) completed.>

• Unlocked Preference: Sadism.

It was a preference I hadn’t imagined during the previous playthrough. Back then, Dietrich had only engaged in normal sexual activities with me. Thinking back, I realized that despite our numerous interactions, I’d never once seen him express pleasure or satisfaction.

In the first playthrough, Dietrich had only been using me to seduce and corrupt me.

Biting my lip, I took a step back. There was still one more playstyle to uncover.

Before Dietrich lost all reason and attacked me, I needed to figure it out. As I anxiously bit my lip, Dietrich extended his hand toward me.

“Saintess, come here.”

“Dietrich, you’re acting—”

“I know. That’s why I’m saying you should come here before I come to you. It’ll be better for both of us.”

I was about to hint at his state of intoxication, but Dietrich cut me off without hesitation. With his usual kind smile, he spoke firmly.

Dietrich’s fingers moved leisurely, the oil on them making slick sounds. His movements became more suggestive as he insisted.

“Saintess. I’ll say it one last time.”

“Dietrich…”

“Come to me.”

Dietrich gave a soft yet commanding order. It was then that I realized the system truly knew my trauma.

I had always found it difficult to resist orders from someone commanding me with the same tone Dietrich was using now. In reality, I—

“Saintess.”

My legs trembled as I forced myself to walk toward Dietrich. The closer I got, the weaker my legs became. Though my face twisted in discomfort, Dietrich’s expression brightened.

When I finally stood directly in front of him, his satisfied smile deepened.

“Well done. You’re quite obedient.”

“Sob… D-Dietrich, I…”

As I tearfully stammered, Dietrich leaned down and kissed my forehead. From his actions, which seemed to reward obedience, I could easily infer his second playstyle.

Dietrich’s second playstyle was dominance.

<Primary Objective: Infer Dietrich’s [S] playstyle (2/2) completed.>

• [S] Playstyle has been unlocked.
• [S] Playstyle Preference: Sadism, Coercion, Dominance.

<Proceeding to Secondary Objective: Complete the intercourse in alignment with Dietrich’s playstyle.>

Despite being affected by the aphrodisiac, Dietrich maintained a calm demeanor. It seemed the use of the aphrodisiac had been part of his discussion with Gillian. He likely assumed I was also intoxicated and incapable of rational thought.

Holding my trembling body, Dietrich issued a clear command.

“Sit on the chair.”

***

Dietrich didn’t use force. He only pressured me with his gaze and tone of voice. Whether I should feel relieved about this, I didn’t know. Thanks to the system lowering my mental sensitivity and guiding me to take the neutralizer, I was able to remain mentally intact.

If my mental sensitivity had been left untouched, I might already be crawling at Dietrich’s feet, drowning in pleasure, tears streaming down my face.

…Fortunately, I wasn’t crawling at his feet.

Instead, I was sitting in front of him, spreading my legs and moving my hands on my own.

“Stop. Stop it.”

I couldn’t count how many times I’d been ordered. Dietrich, towering over me arrogantly, commanded me to stop rubbing my clitoris just before reaching climax.

“Ahh, Dietrich, please, I beg you….”

“What are you saying? If you’re going to beg, do it properly, Saintess.”

“Let me… finish it… Ahh!”

As Dietrich watched me intently, he stepped closer and pressed down firmly on my reddened clitoris. Under his fingers, the sensitive area twisted pitifully.

“Ah! W-wait… It hurts, it hurts!”

Dietrich smiled brilliantly, as if enraptured by my screams. Holding my writhing body down on the chair, he clawed at my clitoris with his fingernails.

“Ahh!”

His hand, now slick with the fluids dripping between my spread legs, moved quickly. Watching me moan, Dietrich spoke with a chilling tone.

“Saintess, do you enjoy this?”

“Hhng, no, I don’t… Ngh!”

As I tried to deny him, he abruptly grabbed my breast with his other hand, squeezing hard.

“I can’t hear you, Saintess. Speak clearly.”

“N-no…! Ahh…!”

Every time I tried to say no, his fingers pinched my nipple mercilessly. Tears welling up, I ultimately yielded to Dietrich’s words.

“Y-yes, I enjoy it, hng, I like it!”

Hearing my affirmation, Dietrich smiled gently before lowering the hand rubbing my clitoris to thrust a finger into my entrance. My drenched opening offered no resistance to his finger.

As he moved his single finger, pressing against my inner walls, he clicked his tongue.

“What a lewd hole. As soon as one finger goes in, it begs for more.”

He added a second finger, stretching my opening further. Though tight, my already soaked entrance had no trouble accommodating the additional finger.

He slapped my clitoris sharply. The repeated movements of inserting and withdrawing his fingers pushed my body into overdrive. I leaned back against the chair, breathing heavily.

“I can hardly believe you’re a saintess with how obscene you look. Biting down on my fingers and moaning—aren’t you ashamed?”

“Hhng, ahh! It feels good, it feels amazing.”

“I wonder what the Pope would say if he saw you like this.”

He’d probably praise me! He’s the one who taught me this!

Though I refuted him in my mind, my body responded faithfully to the pleasure.

As Dietrich’s movements grew harsher, my thigh resting on the armrest spasmed violently. I cried out, throwing my head back as I finally reached a climax I had begged for countless times.

The intense pleasure coursing through me was overwhelming.

“Aahhng!”

Though my contracting inner walls clamped down on Dietrich’s fingers, he didn’t stop. His hand pushed even deeper.

“S-stop it! Haaang!”

“You just said you enjoyed it, and now you’re taking it back? How inconsistent.”

“Ahhh!”

As he roughly massaged my inner walls with his fingers, he delivered a sharp slap to my trembling thigh. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the prayer room.

He ordered me to spread my legs, but my pleasure-soaked body failed to follow his command and collapsed downward.

Sliding off the chair, I slumped to the floor. Breathing heavily with my head resting against the chair, I watched as Dietrich calmly wiped his fingers, slick with my fluids, on a handkerchief.

“All I asked was for you to sit on the chair, yet you couldn’t even manage that simple task. How disappointing.”

“N-no… I, I…”

“Stop stammering and speak clearly.”

“S-sorry…”

I avoided Dietrich’s gaze, wrapping my arms around my legs as I mumbled an apology.

To be honest, I didn’t feel all that sorry. I was merely responding as best as I could to match his preferences.

Apparently satisfied with my answer, Dietrich smiled kindly. Gently stroking my disheveled hair, he then took a seat in the chair himself. Resting his arms on the chair’s armrests and propping his chin up, his lower half, now noticeably swollen, caught my eye.

“I forgive you, Saintess. Come here.”

Dietrich smiled sweetly, beckoning me with a wave of his hand.