I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 94

“Ugh, stop…”

Twisting my wet lower body, I pleaded. After Lucius climaxed for the fourth time, I had fainted briefly. When I awoke and saw him still moving his hips, I was dumbfounded.

The bed had long been soaked with semen and love juices. Lucius, seemingly unbothered by the sticky sheets clinging to his movements, gripped my hands tightly and paused his thrusts. A long ejaculation followed.

Sweat dripped from his smooth forehead, and his brow twitched slightly as he climaxed. As he finished, Lucius ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. Resting my face against the bed and barely raising my hips to accept him, I frowned as I saw his satisfied expression.

He looked entirely too pleased. How does someone who spends most of his time cooped up in a room as a wizard have this much stamina?

After what must have been the nth time, Lucius embraced me contentedly. I was positioned with my back to him, and as he hugged me tightly, I wriggled in his grasp.

Let go of me already! They’re knocking on the door outside!

It wasn’t even Lucius’s continued movement that had woken me but rather the voices of Dietrich and Dion, who were calling for me in desperation.

“Saintess!”

“Haniel, are you alright?”

“Ahhh…”

As Lucius pulled out his softened member, a sound of disappointment escaped him as he watched the semen spill out.

What are you sighing about? After spilling so much, wouldn’t it be stranger if nothing came out?

I frowned at the semen leaking out uncontrollably. When Lucius retrieved the underwear that had fallen from the bed and tried to help me put it on, I lifted my hips slightly to assist him.

“They have no sense of timing, knocking like that.”

Lucius sneered at the noise coming from outside. Still barely holding myself up with weakened hips, I collapsed onto the bed at his absurd remark. Reaching out to pinch his cheek as he bent down to dress me, I said nothing.

Can’t you see how exhausted I am? You’re the one who has no sense of timing.

I pinched and shook Lucius’s cheek in frustration. His eyes widened momentarily before he gave a sly smile.

“Don’t want to leave?”

“…I’m leaving!”

What more could you possibly want to do on this damp bed? Where do you think you’re crawling back into?

When Lucius smirked and placed one knee on the bed, I quickly sat up and shouted. The sensation of semen leaking out again as I moved was incredibly unpleasant.

“Ugh…. Let’s go quickly. They’re calling me outside.”

Stretching my trembling legs off the bed, I spoke. I could still feel the magic coursing through my body. After dressing and draping Lucius’s outer garment over myself to cover everything, I stood.

“Tell someone to clean this place up.”

“No need. I’ll clean it later.”

Since no attendant here possessed magic, entering the room was impossible. Besides, this area would naturally return to a clean state over time. Not wanting to engage Lucius further, I said I’d handle the cleaning.

Lucius glanced at the chaotic bed. “You might need to replace the entire bed. Can you manage on your own?”

Lucius spoke in a worried tone, supporting my staggering body as he asked.

“Lucius, you seem better at dirtying things than cleaning them. I don’t need your help.”

“If you need help, I can assist you.”

“Lucius, you seem better at dirtying things than cleaning them. I don’t need your help.”

Leaning against Lucius’s arm, I pressed my aching waist and replied. At my sarcastic remark, Lucius laughed heartily. My knees buckled, making even one step difficult, but I refused his offer to carry me.

Others were waiting outside. If they saw Lucius carrying me out, who knew what might happen tonight?

I definitely didn’t want to do this again for a few days…

“Saintess…!”

“…Didn’t you go in to contact the Holy Kingdom?”

When I emerged, moving sluggishly, Dion and Dietrich’s gazes scanned my disheveled state, and they asked, stunned. I had thought Dietrich would notice immediately, but I assumed Dion, with less experience, wouldn’t. Clearly, I was wrong.

They figured it out right away.

Dion’s eyes burned with intensity as he examined me, his expression darkening. Pressing his fingertips to his temples, he barely suppressed his fury.

Dietrich crossed his arms with a gentle smile that suited his elegant features. When our eyes met, he gave me a more pronounced smile, his lips forming a straight line as if to convey that he had plenty to say but wouldn’t voice it now.

Avoiding their gazes, I answered, “Yes…”

“Did you make contact?”

“Well, I did.”

Dion, struggling to control his emotions, sighed and asked. I trailed off as I replied. While I had technically made contact, I wasn’t sure it could really be called that.

I wondered if the summoning ticket had been canceled. If I had wasted the opportunity, it would be disastrous. The next chance to contact them wouldn’t come for another week…

<Contact with the capture target ‘Orias’ has been completed.>

• The automatic use of the ‘Ardal Summoning Ticket’ has been canceled.

Worried, I glanced back at the door of the resting place, and a system window appeared. Lucius, who had been leaning against the door, flinched again. That was enough to confirm—he was reacting to the system.

While he didn’t seem to see the content, he could immediately detect the creation of system windows. Watching his reaction, I checked his route.

‘Check Lucius’s Route.’

<Route viewing conditions met.>

<Entered route confirmed: Capture Target ‘Lucius’s’ route is ‘Twisted Salvation.’>

Twisted… salvation.

Reading the name of the route, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Twisted” was problematic, and so was “salvation.” Just the name screamed obsessive tendencies. What kind of salvation had he received while I was unconscious to end up with a route like this?

Dumbfounded, I let out a faint, shaky smile.

I couldn’t shake the fear that I might not be able to log out even after 24 hours of real-world time had passed.

Well, that wouldn’t happen, right? Surely, I was worrying over nothing.

***

“The Second Prince sent another assassin.”

“It seems he’s no longer even trying to hide it.”

Lucius spoke as he gripped the neck of the assassin who had snuck into my bedroom. Ever since I refused the request to overlook the Second Prince’s wrongdoings, assassins had been showing up regularly—so much so that I had grown used to it.

While the daggers aimed at me had scared me on the first day, what terrified me more now wasn’t the assassins who appeared nearly every day.

“Will I ever be able to sleep properly again?”

I mumbled as I leaned against the bed, watching Lucius deal with the assassin. Holding the limp body with one hand, Lucius frowned deeply as he looked at me.

“Don’t worry. They won’t be able to do this again.”

After disposing of the assassin, he approached me. His hand naturally reached for my face, and he pulled me into a deep kiss.

I sighed and accepted Lucius’s kiss. The biggest reason I couldn’t sleep wasn’t the assassins—it was Lucius. Using the excuse that assassins might break in, he snuck into my room every night, but he never just slept.

Lucius wouldn’t fall asleep unless we had sex at least once before he held me in his arms.

While it was enjoyable at first, it had become tiresome. I wished I could sleep peacefully alone, even just once.

As expected, his hands slipped inside my nightgown during the kiss. After healing all the wounds on his hands, Lucius’s touch had become almost too skilled. After several trials and errors, he had learned to adjust his magic so I would feel just the right amount of stimulation.

Pushing away his mischievous face, I said to him, “It’s dawn. Sir Adrian will be here soon.”

“We can just tell him to come back later.”

“Sir Adrian will just come in anyway.”

Today’s assassin came at dawn, which was fortunate. Pointing to the faint light coming through the window, I watched Lucius nod and step back. Even Lucius knew that Adrian was punctual to a fault.

No matter what we were doing, Adrian would come at the designated time to deliver his report to Lucius.

“Besides, Sir Adrian looks tired these days, so we shouldn’t give him more things to worry about.”

“…I’ve thought about this for a while now. Saintess, you seem to care about Adrian quite a bit.”

Do I? Honestly, I’ve been too exhausted because of Lucius to focus on capturing anyone else.

Tilting my head as if I didn’t understand, Lucius said, “Even if you care about Adrian, you won’t get the reaction you’re looking for. So, don’t overdo it.”

Lucius’s tone wasn’t jealous but tinged with pity. It was a reaction similar to Dion’s. It seemed Lucius had once tried and failed to connect with Adrian as well.

Fidgeting with the strap of my sleeveless nightgown, I draped a thin outer garment over my exposed shoulders. I was confident I could elicit a reaction from Adrian. Getting a reaction was easy; the problem was that capturing him wouldn’t be simple.

Since I needed to fully capture him, I would reveal the scars only when Lucius wasn’t around.

“Are you cold?”

“Yes, a little.”

“Come here.”

Mistaking my reason for putting on the outer garment, Lucius pulled me into his arms. Warmth radiated from his chest against my back. Though I wasn’t cold, I saw no reason to refuse his embrace.

Leaning against Lucius’s chest, I relaxed completely. The only thing I liked about spending nights with Lucius was these moments when he held me in silence. After every encounter, we always ended up like this until we fell asleep.

Resting my head against his chest without saying a word, I felt my body grow drowsy, completely at ease.

“Mmh..”

“If you’re tired, just sleep until Adrian arrives.”

“I’m fine. I’m not tired; I just like this. When you hold me like this, it’s so comforting…”

Mumbling in a languid tone, I felt Lucius’s chest tremble beneath my head. His heartbeat pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears, but I pretended not to notice and stayed relaxed in his arms.

“Sigh…”

Lucius rested his forehead against my shoulder and let out a long sigh. His arms around my waist twitched slightly, but he didn’t move further.

As I enjoyed the rare peace of a moment without assassins or sex, a sharp presence suddenly filled the room.

“I’m coming in.”

Right on time, Adrian’s flat, cold voice accompanied the sound of knocking as he entered without waiting for a response.

Adrian’s expression didn’t change as his gaze swept over Lucius and me sitting together on the bed. Without hesitation, he began his report.

“We have secured all evidence that the Second Prince sent assassins. We also have testimonies regarding the poison administered to the Emperor. If you wish, you can punish the Second Prince at any time.”

As Adrian delivered his report, Lucius’s hands trembled slightly. Covering his quivering hand with mine, I squeezed it tightly.

If the Second Prince were to be punished, Lucius would inevitably ascend to the throne.

Even if it wasn’t what he wanted.