I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 8

No, there must be a way to log out. Logout being disabled—that’s absurd.

Let’s try logging out again.

“Logout, logout, logout!”

I desperately shouted “logout” until my voice was hoarse.

“I said logout!”

You insane management team! Let me out!

I screamed, clutching at the bed, but no matter how loudly I shouted, the logout button refused to appear.

<The logout button will be reactivated in 24 hours. – Time is measured in real-world hours. Time remaining until activation: 23 hours and 54 minutes ->

Ahaha, so six minutes have already passed… Does that mean I only need to endure for another 23 hours and 54 minutes? Ahaha…

…This is insane. Let me out now.

“No!”

If I waited for the logout button to reactivate, I might really end up spending a thousand days in the game. When I woke up, I’d either be rushed to a hospital or lose my mind completely. Either way, the situation would be utterly hopeless.

If I ended up hospitalized for a long time, the company would undoubtedly fire me. Without a job, I wouldn’t be able to pay my medical bills and would be thrown out… No, that’s unacceptable!

While getting fired wouldn’t instantly bankrupt me, I had a knack for imagining the worst-case scenarios. I screamed again, tugging at my hair. Even amidst this chaos, Haniel’s voice remained bright and sweet. Shouting in Haniel’s refreshing and honeyed voice, I resolutely stood up.

I must find a way out, no matter what. I have to. Determined, I jumped off the bed and strode toward the door.

First, I decided to head to Haniel’s House to figure out how to remove this cursed ring.

“This can’t be happening. No way.”

Chewing on my finger, I grabbed the doorknob. Just as I was about to turn it, the door suddenly opened.

“Lady Haniel, are you unwell? I heard shouting from inside…!”

“Ardal, step aside. I need to get through.”

“Where are you headed? It’s late.”

Standing in the open doorway was Ardal, his disheveled appearance surprising me. Had he been in the shower when he heard my shouting and rushed over? His damp black hair clung to his face. Behind him, another knight ran up, breathing heavily. Perhaps the knight had summoned Ardal after hearing me yell at the management team.

It seemed they’d assumed I was either mad or ill.

Although I should have reassured them that I was perfectly fine, I had no time for that. I needed to find a way to remove this cursed Blessing Ring immediately.

I pushed past Ardal and stepped out.

Ardal quickly moved to block my path again. “Lady Haniel, what happened? Where are you going at this hour?”

“I need to go home.”

Now.

Resolutely, I added, and Ardal frowned at me.

“If there’s something you need, I can send someone to retrieve it. There’s no need for you to go yourself at this hour…”

“I have to go. Move, Ardal.”

Ignoring his words, I tried to step forward again. Ardal bent down slightly, his large frame blocking my way as he spoke cautiously.

“Why are you acting this way, Lady Haniel?”

Ah, seriously, why does he have to be so persistent?

I didn’t want to lower the affection points I’d worked so hard to raise with Ardal, but logging out took priority. I shoved aside his hand as he tried to grab mine.

Ardal stared blankly at his own hand, which I’d pushed away, and then frowned slightly. Before he could say anything, a system window popped up.

<Due to prolonged activity without rest, stamina is insufficient. Rest is recommended for stamina recovery.>

• If you do not rest, you will enter a fainting state after a certain period of time.

Rest? Is that even relevant right now?! I’m not resting here; I’ll rest once I log out!

There was no time to rest in this place. Instead of resting, I opened my inventory and retrieved a red potion. I didn’t have many stamina recovery potions, but this wasn’t the time to be stingy.

Ardal’s eyes widened as he saw the potion suddenly appear. Waving my hand in the air to summon the potion must have surprised him. He turned hurriedly toward the knight beside him, likely to shield the knight’s view. Fortunately, the knight seemed to have missed the moment I summoned the potion. Ardal moved his body to block me from the knight’s line of sight. Ignoring Ardal’s astonishment, I downed the red liquid.

As I drank, Ardal asked in a low voice, “Lady Haniel, can you use magic?”

“Yes, yes. Sometimes.”

“Sometimes, you say…”

My dismissive answer only deepened Ardal’s puzzled expression.

Another system window appeared.

<You have consumed the Certain Effect Aphrodisiac.>

• The aphrodisiac’s effect is now active.
• The effect will automatically deactivate after completing two rounds of intercourse.

“Huh?”

I let out a small gasp. Checking the system window and examining the potion bottle in my hand, I found no discernible difference from the stamina recovery potions I’d used before. The color was identical.

As I scrutinized the bottle, an item description appeared.

<Empty Aphrodisiac Bottle, previously contained the Certain Effect Aphrodisiac.>

• A nearly empty bottle with a small amount of aphrodisiac remaining at the bottom.
• The remaining quantity is too small to produce an effect, regardless of who consumes it.
• The bottle is identical in appearance to stamina recovery potions; caution is advised when consuming.

Damn it… Why does the description only show up after I’ve already drunk it?

“Ugh…”

Reading the automatically displayed description, my legs began trembling. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

Ah, I’m doomed. Absolutely doomed.

The aphrodisiac’s effects took hold immediately. A throbbing sensation spread from below, and tingling waves coursed through my body. I leaned against the wall, barely able to stand.

“Ugh…”

“Your face is burning up…”

Ardal reached out, touching my face with a worried expression. As his hand brushed against my cheek, a shiver ran down my spine, leaving a tingling heat in its wake.

“Ah!”

I let out a sound halfway between a groan and a moan, prompting Ardal to withdraw his hand quickly. He looked between his hand and my face, confused. The sound I’d made was undeniably laced with pleasure.

“……”

Ardal studied me carefully before lightly running a finger along the side of my neck.

“Ah…”

His rough, calloused finger grazed my neck, sending a ticklish sensation that made me whimper.

“Lady Haniel, was the potion you just drank…”

“Commander, Lady Haniel doesn’t seem well. Should I summon a physician?”

Ardal began to speak cautiously, but the knight beside him interrupted. The knight’s cheeks were slightly flushed, likely assuming that Haniel’s state had nothing to do with an aphrodisiac. The knight probably didn’t suspect that someone aspiring to become a saintess could have consumed such a potion.

Ardal, however, was different. His expression showed that he had accurately assessed the situation.

God, I want him so badly.

I clenched my trembling legs and reached out to Ardal.

“Ardal…”

Tears welled in my eyes as I called his name, and he grimaced before dismissing the knight.

“I will attend to Lady Haniel myself. Do not return until I call for you.”

“Sorry?”

“Leave now.”

“Y-yes, understood.”

Once the knight had disappeared, Ardal turned back to me. I opened my arms, silently pleading for him to hold me. Ardal scooped me up, supporting my thighs with his arms.

Clinging to his firm shoulders, I murmured, “I… I only wanted to drink a stamina recovery potion…”

Damn it, this is so unfair… Not being able to log out is bad enough, but to accidentally waste the aphrodisiac I received as compensation—this is just too much! I felt like crying from the sheer unfairness of it all.

Ardal nodded slightly as I whimpered in his ear. “I understand. For now, it would be best to return to your room.”

Ugh, this is so unfair.

Even as I sniffled in frustration, the jolts of sensation I felt with every step Ardal took made me gasp. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

“Hah…”

This is driving me insane… really.

After laying me on the bed, Ardal picked up the potion bottle I had been holding. He tilted it, examining the red liquid residue. Bringing it to his lips, he tasted it lightly with the tip of his tongue before grimacing.

“It’s the same color as a stamina recovery potion, but it’s definitely an aphrodisiac. Did His Holiness give this to you?”

Ardal’s voice carried a hint of anger.

No, it’s mine…

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. Instead of interrogating me, he should be holding me right now!

“Ardal, my body feels… so strange.” I buried my face in his thick neck and nuzzled against him.

His body tensed, and he spoke coldly, “Lady Haniel, you need to pull yourself together.”

My mind is clear. It’s my body that feels strange. And what I need right now, Ardal, is you.

Ardal struggled to push me away as I clung to him.

“Do it like before, Ardal,” I whispered languidly into his ear. Pressing my knee against his thigh, I felt his grip tighten around my waist. My waist ached from the pressure of his strong hands.

When I lifted my head, I saw his dark eyes filled with suppressed desire.

“Teach me again, like before. I want you…”

My knee brushed against his hardened member, and I clung to his sturdy neck, whining. He let out a deep sigh before pulling me close and then pushing me away again.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Ardal’s voice remained calm as he said, “No, it’s not possible. You might get hurt.”

“Why not? I’m fine, Ardal.”

What do you mean, ‘not possible’? Why not?

As the throbbing sensation below intensified, I rubbed myself against Ardal’s solid thigh, my disbelief mounting as I heard his firm refusal. I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. The tension in Ardal’s body was evident, and his arousal was now obvious even through his pants, casting a pronounced shadow. His eyes brimmed with lust, and his trembling hands gripped my waist tightly, preventing me from moving further.

In such a state, how could he possibly claim it wasn’t possible? What could go wrong during intimacy?

The effects of the aphrodisiac made it difficult to think clearly. As I pressed my leg against his muscular thigh, unable to control my movements, he held my hips firmly, immobilizing me. Tears welled up as I whimpered at him.

“Why can’t we? I said I’m fine!”

My raised voice seemed to startle him, and he blinked as if caught off guard. But he remained resolute, clearly unwilling to change his mind.

Frustrated, I pushed against his unmoving hands and said, “Then… Then take me to His Holiness.”

“…….”

The Pope would undoubtedly welcome me anytime, with open arms.

“I can’t make it to the office alone. Carry me there, Ardal.”

Shamelessly rubbing myself against his thigh, I pleaded, watching as Ardal’s expression turned steely.