The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

“…Not enough.”

Edith, even after inserting all three of her fingers, looked up and cried at the man.

“Too, too thin.”

“I’m going crazy, really.”

The man felt like crying too, and settled down between Edith’s legs as he bit his lip at her crying her fingers were too thin. Holding her round ass, he lifted her up and poked her thin mucous membranes with the tip of his tongue.

“Ah!”

This time his fingers, which were much thicker than Edith’s, quickly dug into her. As the hard joint scratched her inner wall, she turned her head in agony and shook her toes.

“Hnghhhhhh…!”

“Are you happy that I’m poking you, master?”

Edith’s mouth, satisfied with his thick fingers, burst into a scream.

“Ah…!”

“I ask you if you like it,” he repeated.

“Ugh, yes… It’s so good…”

The man clenched his teeth at the answer she gave without paying attention. If he had sex with her today, Tan will imprint. Contrary to the characteristics of the freedom seeking race, Tan could only imprint one person in his lifetime.

“Then shall I continue?”

The man sat Edith on his belly as she sobbed slowly licked his fingers that were covered in her vaginal fluid. Edith, obsessed with the bizarre display, couldn’t take her eyes off his fingers and opened her mouth stupidly.

“Just give me orders, master.”

The man put his thumb into Edith’s open mouth and smiled beautifully.

“I’m really your slave now.”

* * *

“Do you want me to do it?”

I didn’t know what spirit possessed me to nod at the man’s words. My brain seemed to be burning with dreary pleasure. The reason, which couldn’t be settled at all, melted in the hot air.

“Do it…”

The man’s lips rose sharply at my answer that barely came out in a hoarse voice. I thought he’d be handsome, but when he threw off his hood, he turned out to be eye-rolling handsome.

Why did he look like this when he wasn’t even a target character? Why? How come I was losing my mind thinking about eating him?

“What can I do for you? Give me the right orders.”

The cheeky slave commanded arrogantly. I moved my lips obediently at his command.

“Sex. Sex, please…”

I didn’t know why but I was embarrassed for a reason and wiggled my fingers, but the man hugged me as if he couldn’t stand it anymore. His angry manhood bumped under a slippery, wet blanket. The upright genital rubbed violently against the vaginal opening.

“It was my master’s order.”

The man pressed my vagina with his genitals and murmured softly. His languid pupils stood sharper than usual.

“So, you shouldn’t regret it or anything.”

What regret?

I was curious for a moment, but I didn’t even think to ask. There was neither the presence of mind nor time for that. His manhood, who came in without warning, hit deep from the bottom to the top.

“HAAAAAAAAA!!!”

It felt like my body was pierced through. I shook my chin and put my hands on the man’s shoulder. Maybe I was sobbing unconsciously, so he wiped my tear-soaked cheeks with one hand.

“It may hurt a little, master.”

I thought it wouldn’t hurt with his friendly warning and immediately opened my eyes. His penis that filled me inside, which I thought couldn’t fill more than this, swelled.

“Ah…!”

I shook my head because I was under the illusion that I could see a shape form through my flat belly. But my view right now was distorted, so that must be just what it looked like.

The man gently patted my back, perhaps feeling I was embarrassed.

“Are you okay? No one’s going to die.”

Probably.

I opened my eyes at the lack of confidence.

What was he talking about? Who’s going to die? And why?

“I’ll do my best.”

“Huh…?”

Having swallowed my question, he licked his upper lip with his hot tongue. A big hand ran down my spine, grabbing my buttocks below. I felt like I was slightly lifted with one hand, and then he slammed me back on top of him.

“Oh my god!”

Instantly, stars flew in front of my eyes. My body trembled with the dreary pleasure running to the tip of my toes. Only then did I realize that he hadn’t really moved.

“Huh…”

Holding my round chest in one hand, he burst out a faint exclamation. His hot yellow eyes were distorted painfully as if he was holding back something.

“Why are you so pretty… I’m a little worried about this.”

I opened my mouth when I got curious about the reason for his sigh. What worries? When asked carefully, he answered with a sigh.

“I’m afraid my master will die.”

As if following the man’s words, his penis swelled inside me again.