I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 62

I exhaled heavily, resting my head on Dietrich’s thigh. At first, he gently patted my cheek a few times, but then he suddenly grabbed my hair. The rough grip pulled my head upward, and pain spread across my scalp as if it were tearing. His harsh actions were mirrored by his cold voice.

“Ah!”

“I never said you could lean on me.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

I whimpered as I apologized. Though I didn’t feel I had done anything wrong, I had resolved to submit entirely to Dietrich’s commands during this intercourse. Since I had no experience with this kind of play, compliance seemed like the safest route.

Dietrich shook his hand, untangling my hair from his fingers, and spoke, “Surely, you don’t expect me to forgive you with an apology like that?”

“N-no, of course not.”

“Good. You’re obedient. I like that.”

Satisfied, he smiled and spread his legs apart. Dietrich then ordered me to crawl between his legs and leaned back deeply into the chair.

“If you want forgiveness, satisfy me.”

“Y-yes…”

“Who said you could use your hands?”

I had reached out to take his member with my hands, but Dietrich sternly rebuked me.

Oh, no. It seemed Dietrich intended to take this “play” more seriously than I anticipated. I’d never done this sort of role before.

Well, I’ll just have to try my best. Not being able to log out was still infuriating, but at least this part… wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

I lowered my hands and used my teeth to unfasten his trousers. Extracting his member with just my mouth proved difficult. Moving cautiously to avoid accidentally biting him, I was slow, prompting Dietrich to tap the armrest impatiently.

“Too slow.”

Panicking, I quickly moved my head and took his now fully erect member into my mouth. It throbbed hotly against my tongue, twitching as I struggled to accommodate it. His hand pressed firmly on the back of my head, forcing it deep into my throat. I choked and coughed, struggling to keep moving.

Breathing was hard. Couldn’t he just skip this and move straight to the main act?

Tears welled up as I continued to work diligently. I even made sure to put on a pitiful expression, thinking it might please his sadistic tendencies. He had told me not to cry earlier, but it didn’t seem like he hated it.

I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. His gaze followed the tears glistening at the corners of my eyes. He reached out and brushed away a tear with his finger, smirking as he forcefully pushed my head further down. I couldn’t meet his eyes, burying my face between his legs instead.

Damn it. Couldn’t he at least let me breathe?

Dietrich held my head tightly, moving it back and forth as he pleased. After some time, he stopped, letting out a low groan.

“Hah…”

With that sound, a surge of semen filled my mouth. I hesitated, contemplating whether to swallow or spit it out, but one glance at Dietrich’s piercing, almost unhinged gaze made the decision for me. Spitting it out would lead straight to a bad ending.

Tears streamed down my face as I forced myself to swallow everything in my mouth. Seeing my throat move as I gulped, Dietrich inserted his fingers into my mouth, swirling them around to ensure I’d swallowed it all.

“Good job.”

“T-thank you…”

Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers and retrieved the oil he had earlier rubbed on my hands. Tilting his head slightly, his delicate face took on a contemplative expression as he muttered.

“Should we use this?”

Before I could respond, he beckoned for me to stand, then slipped his fingers into my already wet entrance.

“Hmm, you’re plenty wet. It doesn’t seem like you’ll tear. What do you think?”

“I-it’s fine. We don’t need it.”

“So, you’re saying you’re fine with me just thrusting in?”

“Y-yes…”

His fingers explored my inner walls as he smiled, seemingly pleased with my answer. He stood, withdrawing his fingers, and his aroused member twitched visibly between his thighs.

***

Dietrich ordered me to lie down and spread my legs, leaving me neglected for a while before abruptly thrusting his member inside. It was rough, with no foreplay. Accustomed to other characters taking their time to prepare me with gentle touches, I let out a scream at the sudden pain of this unfamiliar experience.

Dietrich moved his hips violently, almost crushing his scrotum with each thrust. The intensity was incomparable to what I remembered. This wasn’t the man who carefully moved to ensure I reached climax multiple times.

Not in the previous playthrough.

“Ahh, uhng!”

Pinned beneath Dietrich, I was forced down to the floor by his harsh movements. I tried to support myself with my arms, but I couldn’t withstand his relentless force. The cold floor quickly warmed from my body heat.

“Grovel like a dog and take me. Do you enjoy it that much?”

“Yes, yes! Hngh!”

“How improper…”

Dietrich smacked my buttocks hard as I frantically responded.

“Ahhh!”

“Your hole is so slack it can’t even grip properly.”

“N-no, ahh!”

Sharp pain radiated from my buttocks, a mix of pleasure and agony eliciting a long moan from me.

He’s seriously hitting me hard!

I hadn’t been scolded this harshly since I was a child. Screaming, I collapsed onto the floor.

Ow, it hurts!

The areas Dietrich struck burned as if torn apart. I reached backward, waving my hands to stop him from hitting me again, but even my legs lost strength.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ahhng! Diet… Dietrich! Stop, it hurts!”

“I’m hitting you because it’s supposed to hurt.”

“Ahhh!”

Dietrich brought his hand down sharply, striking me again. Genuine tears streamed down my face as I twisted my waist in pain. Even as I lay flattened on the floor, Dietrich didn’t stop moving his hips.

His veiny forearm pressed against the floor near my head for support. With his weight anchored, he drove into me with forceful precision.

“Ahh! Uhngh!”

Each thrust sent a jolt through my body as it clung to the floor. The combined pain and pleasure were overwhelming.

Even though the effects of the aphrodisiac should have been neutralized, I couldn’t regain my composure. My bruised buttocks throbbed, and Dietrich’s harsh voice, filled with scorn, felt excessively cold.

“Relax. I can’t thrust comfortably like this.”

Dietrich’s icy tone stirred suppressed emotions within me. Memories of my childhood, forgotten after gaining independence as an adult, resurfaced. The hateful faces and voices of those who exploited me and discarded me once I was deemed useless.

“Why did they even bother bringing her here?”

“She should’ve just died back then.”

I remembered the moment their gazes changed toward me. The realization that I could never be loved for who I was had been unforgettable.

“Stop…! Stop it!”

Shouting loudly, I twisted my body frantically on the floor. As I convulsed, Dietrich paused for a moment. Placing his palm on my back, he pressed down firmly and asked in a sharp voice. The heat from his hand burned like a brand where it touched my waist.

“Stop…? Are you giving me an order now?”

The member pressing into my inner walls stopped with terrifying finality. His complete stillness was so alarming that I froze.

“Hngh…”

The oppressive weight in his voice made it difficult to breathe. Dietrich was angry.

I needed to end this event in a way that matched Dietrich’s preferences…

Though I knew this in my head, my lips trembled from the trauma, unable to form coherent words. Tears streaming, I rubbed my cheek against the lukewarm floor. When I finally raised my head to meet Dietrich’s gaze, a system window appeared.

<To protect the player ‘Haniel,’ sensitivity will be reduced by 50%.>

• The sensitivity level is extremely low. Empathy and understanding of characters may be impaired.
• Rational judgment is possible in all situations.

Ah.

The trembling in my lips stopped as if by magic.

Letting out a small gasp, I grabbed Dietrich’s hand. Rubbing my cheek against his arm, I pleaded.

“No, no… I’m sorry. Please continue…”

The rigid expression on Dietrich’s face softened slightly. Sighing low, he pulled out and lifted me from the floor. Cradling me in his arms, he sat down on the chair, holding me securely.

“Alright, perhaps I was too harsh. Saintess.”

“No, no… sob, Dietrich, you weren’t harsh at all. It was my fault.”

“Alright, then. Come here. This time, you can lean on me.”

Lowering myself onto his still-erect member, I wrapped my arms around his neck with his permission. As I moved my hips atop him, I blankly stared at the system window.

The lowered sensitivity level continued to bother me.

If the system was only protecting Haniel’s body, why would it need to reduce my mental sensitivity? No matter what happened to my mental state, Haniel’s body would remain unharmed, wouldn’t it?

“Ahhng!”

I groaned as his member withdrew completely before plunging back into me in one swift motion. Despite my attempts to understand, I couldn’t discern the reason for the reduced sensitivity.

Forget it. There’s not enough information. I’ll have to investigate the system more after this is over.

***

My tear-streaked eyes stung from crying so much. Dietrich carried my limp body out of the prayer room. Though my flushed skin was a vivid red, the crimson hues of the setting sun partially concealed it.

We had arrived at the temple around noon, yet the sun was already setting.

How long had we been at it? This was beyond excessive.

<Event: ‘Gillian’s Trap’>

• Secondary Objective: Complete the intercourse in alignment with Dietrich’s playstyle and escape the prayer room (Completed).

<Event ‘Gillian’s Trap’ has been completed.>

<Dietrich’s affection has significantly increased.>

<Dietrich’s event ‘The Source of Fear’ has been created.>

<Dietrich’s affection level is no longer in the negatives.>

“Saintess.”

Dietrich, supporting my weakened body, called out to me. His voice was soft and gentle, far from the commanding tone he used during the intercourse.

“About what just happened…”

He spoke with a pained expression. Seeing Dietrich’s anguished face, I frowned inwardly.

If anyone saw him now, they’d think he was completely clueless and just went along with it. Dietrich was quite the actor.

If he were on my side, he’d be incredibly helpful, but as things stood, he was a formidable opponent. Adjusting my expression, I looked directly at him.

Dietrich met my gaze and slowly began to speak.