The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

Adrian sat between my knees and bowed his head. The sudden pleasure made the back of my head stand upright. The sound of sucking the soft clitoris echoed strangely in my ears.

Slurp… slurp…

“Now, wait. Wow!”

Fearing that I would slip, my fingers gripped the edge of the bathtub tighter. Adrian held my waist firmly with one hand as if it was okay to relax. Although skinny, his strong arms supported my body with surprising stability.

He kissed my knee as soft and light as a bird’s feather, then he opened my thighs again and sucked me. Scattered petal-like patterns stained my white skin.

‘What the hell is this?! What the hell did they teach him?’

Shaking, I checked that Rian’s front was bulging as he sat between my separated knees.

‘Didn’t they say he was useless?’

It was strange that the slave trader scolded Adrian for not being able to do his job properly.

And besides, rather than being unable to control himself, it was likely too much. I expected erectile dysfunction from what the slave trader said, but I’m not exaggerating as it seemed to be thicker than my forearm that I could only bite the inside of my cheek.

‘It’s crazy. I don’t think it’s going to fit no matter how hard I try.’

Or wouldn’t it? Since Curtis’ size wasn’t normal too and we already had sex, Adrian’s might be possible. Adrian raised his head sharply as I rolled my eyes comparing their sizes.

“Good.”

“What?”

“My smell. Good.”

What is he saying?

However, Adrian, who had no shame or anything, blushed. A delicate face that subtly stood out between being a man and a boy. His plump, scarlet lips, which were slightly parted, were shiny with the juices of my arousal and his saliva.

‘Is it okay?’

I felt guilty for a moment.

What am I doing with a man that was not in his right mind? It just didn’t seem right.

“Rian, wait a minute.”

I pushed Rian aside and pulled my legs together.

“This wasn’t what I meant when I said to wash up. Let’s just really clean ourselves, meticulously,” I explained.

He tilted his head, and then turned around. He grabbed my leg as I reached out to turn on the water.

“Wash up.”

Rian, who opened my legs again, grabbed my thighs so that I wouldn’t move, and stared at my vagina.

“Wash. I will.”

My stomach turned into a knot at his shy gaze. Emotional. My aroused quim spilled slippery liquid. Rian didn’t know how to take his eyes off my wet pussy.

“Pretty.”

Slowly. His delicate eyelashes, filled with tears, seemed to be moving, revealing a soft lump of flesh between his lips.

His soft, damp, warm tongue licked my pubic hair. As if searching for something, his tongue pressed up and down and moved greatly from one place to another.

“…Whoa!”

Adrian found my sensitive part, and sucked on it slightly. I shivered all over, gasping and holding on to the tap.

My whole body felt weak as if I would slip into the tub at any moment, but Adrian’s arm was enough to support me.

“Huh, uh, ah…!”

My hand reached out unknowingly to stroke Adrian’s hair before I could even think about it. Holding on to his messy hair, I soon let go of it. Even the sensation was so good that it took my breath away.

Adrian, with his face between my legs, grabbed my butt with the hand that wasn’t supporting me. It was a rough touch like when he grabbed my breast earlier, but now even the pain felt pleasurable. A tingling sensation jolted from beneath me that I jolted in shock.

Oh, I don’t know anymore.

In the end, I sat close to Adrian with my legs on his skinny shoulders. Every time he licked my vagina, the tickling feeling spread all over my body. It’s painful. Good. No, was it?

“Aah!”

As the fickle sensation spread throughout my body, my vision turned blurry as I tilted my head back to the fullest. From the corner of my eyes full of tears, I caught sight of a familiar system window notification.

<WARNING> If you have sex with ‘Adrian von Bernhard’ in this state, the ‘Adrian von Bernhard’ route would be destroyed. Do you want to proceed?

YES

NO

“Crazy…” I murmured a curse with utmost sincerity more than ever.

Startled by what I said, Adrian looked up and asked, “Hwaa, are you angry?”

I swept my bangs with one hand and looked down at his face which was a messy mixture of liquids.

“No, I’m not angry.”

At least not at you.