I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 9

“Isn’t this something you should do with someone you love?”

The Pope, who was excited by my weakened state, stared at me with his golden eyes.

“When you become a saint, Sister Haniel should love anyone, especially those who don’t believe.”

He spoke impatiently and moved his hand. His fingers touched my taut nipples.

“Ah…!”

He held my round nipple with his thumb and forefinger and twisted it. He kissed along my neckline and slowly went down. His lips made a wet trail and touched my chest. His hot lips parted slightly, before biting my nipple with his lips.

“Y-Your Holiness…”

I sighed and grabbed his hair. Even with a light caress, my waist bucked. The Pope pressed my flat stomach with the palm of his hand. My bucking hips dug into the sofa.

I asked him again as he bit my nipple playfully.

“Do you feel the same way?”

“…What?”

“Do you love everyone like a saint?”

“No. The only person I have affection for is my own person. Sister Haniel and I are different.”

Intoxicated with aphrodisiacs, the Pope spat out his sincerity. I took a deep breath as the Pope’s fingers tickled my stomach.

His words piqued my curiosity.

“Am I a person of Your Holiness?”

“…”

Since the Pope is a character with basic likability, did he think of me as his own person?

I met the Pope’s golden eyes, and he stared at me with sunken eyes.

Without answer, his hand trailed down from my stomach. He then ran his fingers over. Finding the tiny clitoris, he squeezed it hard.

Ah…

I loved the feeling of his soft fingers rubbing my clitoris. I gasped before I could ask questions.

The Pope, who looked at me with cold eyes, spoke.

“That’s a question I should ask. Sister Haniel, do you want to be mine?”

“Haha, if Your Holiness wishes… as much as you like.”

I swallowed a groan and answered. The Pope’s eyes were stained with greed. He rubbed his fingers roughly and smeared the copious secretions on his fingers.

The Pope, who straightened his back, spread my things wide with his other hand, and poked hard at my vaginal opening with his fingers. His fingers came in at once, my walls tightening immediately.

“Ah!”

“Not Your Holiness. Orias. My name is Orias, Haniel.”

“Ah, Your Holiness!”

“Call me Orias.”

A firm finger poked my vagina roughly. One was enough to give me a sense of pleasure. As I let out a loud moan, he breathed heavily and increased the number of fingers by one.

Two fingers came in. Scratching my walls with his fingers and pressing here and there, the Pope urged an answer. I couldn’t answer. It felt like my head was struck by lightning. My things trembled and my back curved.

“Haniel.”

“O-Orias! Oops…!”

“That’s good. Keep calling me that.”

His hand didn’t stop even after I shook and climaxed. My inner walls trembled, and his fingers pushed through my contracting walls.

No matter how much I tried to grab him, the Pope moved his hand more violently. I burst into tears and begged him. 100% sensitivity was too stimulating.

“I-I… No more, no more! Ah!”

“You’re drooling, Haniel.”

I could think when I set the sensitivity at 50%. But now, I can’t think of anything. I couldn’t properly hear what the Pope was saying and wept.

I love you. It’s so good. I can’t think.

The fingers inside me paused for a moment. Immediately, he pressed his thumb hard on my clitoris, and I jolted as if struck by lightning.

Feeling his fingers slip out, I tried to bring my legs together but a firm hand blocked me. My thighs were wide apart. My body slid down the sofa a bit, and the Pope stood up for a moment.

With my legs splayed open, I could barely catch my breath and look at the Pope.

‘Uh, you’re going to use a toy now, right?’

During my first round with the Pope, he penetrated me with a huge contraption. Physiologically, tears flowed down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying? Did it hurt?”

“No, I… I love it so much…”

When I answered through tears, the Pope wiped my tears with the back of his hand. Even when the back of his hand touched my cheek, I trembled. My body tingled no matter where he touched.

The Pope pressed my cheek with the back of his hand, before suddenly pulling out his penis. Seeing his erect penis, I gasped in surprise. His ugly genitals twitched and trickled liquid.

‘What? Why not use a toy…?’

I was genuinely taken aback by the sudden situation and quickly grabbed the back of his hand as he pressed down.

“Your Holiness…?”

“No, Haniel.”

He shook his head and spoke harshly.

The Pope pulled up my legs, which were hanging down from the sofa. Lining himself up, my lower body jumped as I was folded in half and dug into the sofa.

“Not Your Holiness.”

As he continued to talk, he burrowed into me at once. A large, hot penis broke through the inner wall and entered me. I held my breath, feeling the pressure that was incomparable to two fingers.

“Yes!”

“Hah…”

The Pope, who pushed back, exhaled deeply and turned slowly. Feeling my inner walls contract inside, he closed his eyes and shook.

“Ah! It hurts, Your Holiness!”

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