I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 10
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“Leave your positions. In the future, let no one enter the office during Sister Haniel’s training sessions, and if something urgent happens, speak through Ardal.”
“Yes, we understand, Holy Father.”
The paladins followed his order and left in a straight and orderly line. Only after they had completely left the garden of the office, did the Pope returned inside.
His golden eyes were tinged with heated desire. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but I saw the bulge between his legs, looking as if it was about to break free.
The Pope approached me with a desire-filled eye. If I didn’t see his erection, I would have mistakenly thought that he appeared normal and was not affected at all.
“It’s training time, Sister Haniel.”
In a lust-filled voice that signaled the beginning of a full-fledged game, I raised my mouth and laughed softly.
“I will do my best in whatever your Holiness instructs me in.”
As I spoke in a voice full of motivation, he approached me. The Pope took off his ceremonial gloves that he was wearing one by one. His broad shoulders were revealed when he took off the tight cloak he was wearing. The cloak fell onto the ground. His eyes glistened with lust, but he still appeared to be relaxed.
“What Sister Haniel needs to do. . . . I’ll teach you from now on.”
“Yes?”
“Everything is for the holy state.”
As the Pope approached me, he pushed my shoulders with a gentle touch. I fell on the sofa where I was sitting. My vision was filled with the exquisitely painted flowers on the ceiling as well as the Pope’s beautiful face.
The Pope’s gold hair flowed down. With a sacred face, he touched the hem of my dress.
“Stop, Holy Father! Just a moment!”
I already knew that I would be brainwashed during training after consuming the aphrodisiac, but I grabbed his hand, pretending to be surprised. The long religious robe I was wearing for the ceremony of the proclamation as a saint was wet from his simple touches. He smiled softly at my resistance.
“Don’t be surprised, you don’t have to be afraid,” he said.
“Your Holiness…”
The Pope, smiling somewhat sharply, slowly lowered his face. His lips lightly touched my lips. After a soothing kiss, the Pope quickly moved his hand.
This man was also quick to act last time. Why was the Pope an expert at this? He’s so good at undressing.
There was nothing more stupid than questioning a game character’s ability, but I marveled at his quick handiwork and gestures. The clothes that I was wearing were all peeled off and discarded on the sofa like wet laundry.
My bare chest was revealed, the fact that I was not wearing any undergarment was exposed. I hastily put my hands together to cover my chest.
“Because you are a saint, you have to enjoy this. You have to shake your back and bring back the nonbelievers of the empire into the holy kingdom.”
The Pope spoke softly. He gave off a different feeling compared to the time when I was going through this under the effects of an aphrodisiac. When I was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, I listened to his words blindly. Now that I was clear-minded, I was able to accept what he said with a clean spirit.
I shook my head at his words. The pope’s target keyword was blind affection.
“Is this not something you should do with someone you love?”
The Pope gazed at him; a ray of light flitted past in his golden eyes.
“Since you are a saint, Sister Haniel, you should love everyone. This is especially true for the nonbelievers.”
He spoke urgently as he moved his hand. His finger caressed the rosebud on her snow peak.
“Oh…!”
He held her round rosebud with his thumb and index finger, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. His lips trailed down her neck until he reached her chest. His hot lips parted slightly as he took in one of her rosebuds and began to gently nibble it.
“Mhm, Holy Father…”
I sighed as I pushed the stray strands of hair on his face away. Despite his gentle caress, he had a firm grip on my waist. My waist bounced involuntarily before he held me steadily against the sofa.