I'm Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 1

“Hah, hah, hah! More, no more!”

At my scream, the large penis, penetrating me from below, accelerated. The connection had already made my moist insides slippery, but I writhed because of the heat I felt in my vagina. 

“Well, stop…” 

“Ha, stop? Who wants it? You’re thinking of running away again, aren’t you?” the man holding my back and moving my body said furiously. My tears poured over onto the dirty duvet as I lay beneath him.

“Uh! Hm, gmaan…” 

I hate it! 

I want to stop! 

“It’s a great place to stay. I’ll never miss it anymore,” the man told me in a dark voice. 

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to leave! All I want is to log out! 

“It’s a great place to stay.” 

But the only thing that came out of my mouth was a sweet moan in response. Every time the man inserted his penis, he gripped the duvet and cried with pleasure. 

I was stuck in an R-rated reverse harem game. 

* * * 

I was in the R-rated virtual reality game, <Saint is a Spy!>.

The player of the game was a mole luring important figures of the empire to revive the holy nation. It was the player’s job to remove the weaknesses of the empire’s sanctity and make the imperial authorities side with the holy nation. 

Of course, as soon as I started playing, I didn’t directly enter the empire and become a spy. When the player started the game, they had time to meet two of the early target characters from the holy country, enjoy light events, and adjust to the game. At the end of the tutorial, the player becomes a spy and approaches the empire’s target character. 

The game was rated R, and as such, the only good ending in the game was to marry one of the target characters. Honestly, marriage wasn’t a very happy ending… You’d be much happier in the dead or incarcerated ending, which resulted from a lack of affection points with the target characters.

<Saint is a Sply!> was a bloody harem game with a high degree of difficulty. If you made one wrong move, you could end up in bad endings full of desperation, obsession, and incarceration.

And I made the fatal mistake of choosing this game. 

This game was rated R. The goal was to sleep with unique characters who had gorgeous appearances and personalities. I’d never seen someone in real life as handsome as them. 

By the way… 

“How was I supposed to know I wouldn’t be able to log out after logging in?!”

Once you connected to this virtual reality game, your senses will be connected 100% as well. As such, everything felt extremely realistic. It encouraged players to play the game multiple times to experience different endings. However, I was stuck in this desperate game.

***

The core facilities of the holy nation, the Holy Temple of the pope and the believers, are majestic and beautiful buildings. The corridors were lined with beautiful works of art and sculptures, and the gardens were always filled with the unmatched sound of reverent singing.

“Standing, Holy…” 

“Sister Haniel, you have such a nice voice.” 

“I’m Sehim! No, I’m wrong. Please do this… Alas!” 

“Shhh, what will the paladins think of me when they hear your voice echoing from my office during their training?”

The pope’s office was undoubtedly amongst the most beautiful buildings of the temple. A slight groan spilled out of the pope’s office, seeping pas the white stone walls that were decorated with gold.

There were chairs and tables for guests in the office and a large desk where the pope would sit and work at. As usual, there was something else lying on the pope’s desk next to the pile of paperwork.

Haniel moaned as her face rubbed against the cold desk while she was lying down. The pope obscenely laughed as he looked at Haniel’s vagina, which was wrapped around a thick instrument. When he pulled the penis-shaped device halfway out, Haniel bounced back and let out a long moan.

“Oh, oh! It hurts, it hurts… Holy name!” 

“IT seems like you don’t want to stifle your voice even though you may get caught. Sister Haniel should be punished until she learns how to stifle your moans.” 

“Hah, stop… Please stop, please, no more… It hurts.” 

“If Sister Haniel cries like this, people standing outside will think I’m harassing you.” 

As the pope listened to Haniel’s pleas, the instrument in his hand gradually accelerated. Haniel squealed, and her moans grew louder.