The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 0
EPISODE 0 PROLOGUE
I like a man with a big chest.
The first thing that caught my eyes was a solid chest. Looking down, several pairs of abs lay bare and so perfect that one could only think it was a masterpiece sculpture.
Not only were the muscles flexible, but the pearl-colored skin that shone subtly in the dark seemed so soft as if water droplets would roll down easily over it.
‘Oh, this will be the death of me.’
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and forced myself up at the sight of the desirable body with thick and well-knit muscles in front of me.
The man, who noticed I was already awake, tossed and turned as he raised his upper body.
Still groggy, the man’s words just bounced back and forth in incomprehensible mumbles in my head. I stared at the man’s face, half covered by the shadows, and slowly blinked.
‘But who is this man with the perfectly delectable body?’
I pondered for a moment and groaned softly, unable to think straight.
‘All of the target characters in this game are in good shape, but his especially better-looking shoulder line…’
“Curtis?” I mumbled.
The man nodded his head quietly, confirming I was correct with my guess. In my drowsiness I thought he had been undressed, but he was actually neatly dressed with his shirt buttoned up to his neck.
“Is it your hobby to invite people to sleep?”
I giggled at his question.
“What you said makes me feel like I’m looking at the old Curtis.”
“It’s like the beginning of an attack.”
His icy expression reminded me of how he was at the beginning of the game.
Curtis didn’t seem to understand me and frowned slightly. I just shrugged my shoulders and didn’t answer his questions.
‘Well, there’s no way he’d understand that he was a target character in the game.’
Moreover, I already targeted Curtis and watched the ending. I mean, I don’t have to try so hard and build his likability anymore.
“It’s alright, come closer.”
I waved my hand and called Curtis who was standing at the edge of the bed.
Didn’t he hear me correctly? As he leaned forward to come closer to me, I grabbed his cravat and his eyes widened instantly.
“…what are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
I pulled the startled Curtis down to bed, and gave him kisses light as a feather all over.
“I’m just enjoying the pleasure that I deserve,” I answered.
The epilogue after the attack was a chapter that all players who liked Curtis as the main target character played enthusiastically.
Just like the rest, I liked the epilogue with Curtis the most. If you marry him, you could like the life of a Grand Duchess.
“You, of course, enjoy it.”
My hair stood on end at his cold voice, but I smiled bashfully thinking that the system bugged Curtis’ words.
“Pretending not to know,” I giggled, “Are you ashamed?”
Neat and cleanly cut black hair short enough to reveal the ears was always my taste.
I stroked his hair, which smoothly scattered in my hands, and kissed his sharp nose.
“You’ve finally gone crazy.”
He pushed me away with a sarcastic laugh.
“Curtis, would you get scolded for doing that?”
I could reset him with a bug report. I winked at the smooth face of artificial intelligence that evolved only for me to play.
“Did you have too much to drink?”
His face was painted with bewilderment by my repeated attempts to kiss him on the lips.
“I haven’t have a drop nor a sip at all,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand.
He scoffed and then said, “Well, come to think of it, you’ve always been selfish… Always. As if the comfort of others mean nothing but a handful of ashes.”
‘What is he saying? I am certainly going to report this as a bug.’
I merely let Curtis’ words slip out of my ear, muttering softly, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Hug me. I’m cold.”
The eyes of the man who resembled blue winter skies rather than the cold blue seas quickly darkened and turned lifeless.
“…I’d rather call someone. Anyone you want.”
“What? That’s not the game I want to play.”
While playing this game, I realized I had different tastes. I’m really not into ‘threesome’ right now.
“I like Curtis alone.”
My firm words distorted his face.
“If you frown like that, you only make me want to do it more.”
I loved it when the stoic Curtis’ doll-like face was stained with lust.
Curtis clicked his tongue and then said, “Crazy woman.”
My body, which already knew how well he and I fit together, was already heating up from the brief touch.
The solid chest muscles that I could feel under the shirt of a well-groomed man, who even in his pajamas twitched and tensed up with my touch.
I was sympathetic – I always was before I attacked – but lust teased the naïve Curtis and I bit his earlobe softly.
‘Curtis’ points of attack were his ears.’
The more likeability accumulated, the more excited he became. But the ears were an important point of attack that was pretty useful in the early stages.
I slowly caressed his ears, feeling Curtis hold back his groans as if he’d been stabbed in the back.
His body fell over me, trembling as I poked his ear with the tip of my tongue. I prodded him with my knee, not missing the gap with which he collapsed.
“Can you really stand it like that?”
His face looked so swollen that with a little more stimulation he could even climax on his own.
‘Of course, because of his personality, I should never stop until he hugs me.’
Curtis’ veins were popping at the back of his hand. It seemed like he has reached his limit with my persuasive attacks to stimulate him playfully.
“I have no idea what you are thinking…”
His ragged breathing seeped out through his teeth one after the other.
I pat his flushed cheeks lovingly, and he gingerly kissed the tips of my fingers.
“If this dirty act is some kind of duty, I have no right to refuse. At least until today.”
I nodded briefly to his slowly weakening voice.
If sex with a player who has earned the love of a target character through many efforts is not an obligation of a target character in a reverse harem game, then what is?
I closed my eyes halfway, enjoying Curtis, who pressed his lips together as he made up his mind and hesitatingly took off my clothes.
I got goosebumps at the sensation that his rough hands unique to someone who handled swords gave to my sensitive skin.
His long fingers glowed white in the moonlight.
Soon, Curtis left his weapons on the floor and lifted me to the center of the bed. He couldn’t even look at me, and I laughed out loud at him looking down at the floor instead.
“What are you doing now?”
“I don’t know what to do next.”
I shrugged at the familiar words that I heard before.
‘Even though he is a virgin character, is this the kind of situation to say such things?’
“Just follow your instincts, Curtis,” I told him.
“…you seem very used to this kind of situations.”
A corner of my mouth rose as I watched Curtis fidgeting in front of me naked.
“What is there to be not familiar with?”
I played this game yesterday and had sex with him.
“You can touch where you want to touch and kiss where you want to kiss,” I explained, “I think I said that before.”
“You must’ve done it with another man. You are that kind of woman after all.”
His mocking tone didn’t blend well with his blunt but friendly Curtis.
‘The bug seems a little serious, but it also makes him look a lot sexier.’
I glared at him, who was again showing signs of errors in his system.
Curtis approached me and grabbed my breasts which were cold from being exposed to open air for so long.
“Messy, selfish, and you’re the only one to know. That’s the kind of woman you are.”
My brows scrunched at Curtis’ tone, which seemed to be accusing me of something.
“If I touch you like this, it would only be funny.”
“What are you talking about – ah!”
Before I could finish talking, Curtis lifted his grip on my breast and rubbed his fingers hard on my nipples.
“Whenever you touch me… I-” Curtis, who swallowed the last word he was to speak, grit his teeth and continued, “Yes, you must be familiar with a man’s touch.”
He was a trained knight and I couldn’t even grasp half of his arm with my two hands, let alone one. I grabbed his forearm, ignoring his words as his voice somehow lowered, and he stiffened.
“If it’s hard to begin right away, why don’t you give me a hug first?” I suggested, “I’m really cold.”
The playtime seemed to have taken too long, and now my body was chilly.
‘I’m going to do it once, and then log out,’ I thought to myself.
The reverse harem game I was recently playing was a virtual reality game that raised the limits of communication for vivid play. I used to get sick when I played for too long.
“I’m really cold.”
Noticing that I wasn’t in such a good condition, Curtis pressed his arm against the bedframe as if to get up from bed.
“I’ll call someone.”
I buried my face on Curtis’ firm shoulders and held with a sigh, “No, Curtis can warm me up. You can do it.”
As I hugged him, my soft chest pressed against his body and I could feel his shaft swell harder near my thighs.
‘No, is he getting bigger than before?’
I clicked my tongue inconspicuously and wrapped my slender legs around his waist like a lithe leopard.
As soon as I guided his hard tip already covered with precum over my quim which was glisteningly wet as well, he grabbed my cheek with a loud groan.
“How do you feel every time I touch you?”
Excited? Butterflies in his stomach?
Recalling the words that he tried to swallow before, I asked him out of curiosity. Before answering me, he growled and grabbed my face too forcefully I thought he’d crush my skull to pieces.
“I feel terrible,” he said with a grimace, “Every time you touch me, my whole body just seems to rot.”
Contrary to my expectations, the words that returned revealed hatred.
My eyes blinked slowly as I was stunned by Curtis’ expression. He reached for his penis with one hand, and then shoved it inside me without warning. Damn, that thing was extremely long and hard I think it went through my stomach!
I didn’t receive caresses, but maybe because I’m not pretty enough, my body immediately accepted him as if it was waiting for so long. I began to tremble with great excitement.
“But tonight will be the last time I’ll listen to your ridiculous requests,” he murmured, “so I’ll do my best.”
The moment I closed my eyes to take in the crushing wave of pleasure that was to come, a strange sense of clarity came over me.
‘Wait, something is weird,’ I thought.
“Curtis, what do you mean? This can’t be the last night.”
“Tomorrow, I will be appointed as a special knight for a saint from another world.”
I frowned at him as I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
‘The saint is me, right?’
A saint that came from another world.
That was the role given to all players that played the game.
“So, I am no longer somebody you can wield as you please, Edith Abina.”
I instantly raised from bed and kicked Curtis at the name he called me by.
Edith? What does he mean by that?
That wasn’t the name of the player, it was the name of the game’s villainess.
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