Chapter 1

“Hah, hah, hah! More, no more!”

At my scream, the large penis, penetrating me from below, accelerated. The connection had already made my moist insides slippery, but I writhed because of the heat I felt in my vagina.

“Well, stop…”

“Ha, stop? Who wants it? You’re thinking of running away again, aren’t you?” the man holding my back and moving my body said furiously. As I lay beneath him, my tears poured over onto the dirty duvet.

“Uh! Hm, gmaan…”

was a bloody harem game with a high degree of difficulty. If you made one wrong move, you could end up in bad endings full of desperation, obsession, and incarceration.

And I made the fatal mistake of choosing this game.

This game was rated R. The goal was to sleep with unique characters who had gorgeous appearances and personalities that I’d never see in someone in real life.

By the way…

“How was I supposed to know I wouldn’t be able to log out?!”

When you connected to this virtual reality game, which, 100 percent, felt like reality, you would be satisfied with it many times and want to see a different ending. I was stuck in this desperate game.

***

The core facilities of the holy nation, the Holy Temple of the pope and the believers, are majestic and beautiful buildings. The corridors were lined with beautiful works of art and sculptures, and the gardens were always filled with the unmatched sound of reverent singing.

“Standing, Holy…”

“Sister Haniel, I have a big voice.”

“I’m Sehim! No, I’m wrong. Please do this… Alas!”

“Shhh, what will the paladins think of me when I hear her lamenting during training?”

The pope’s office was undoubtedly amongst the most beautiful buildings of the temple. A slight groan spilled out of the pope’s office, decorated with gold and white stone walls.

There were chairs and tables for guests in the office and a large desk where the pope would watch the house. As usual, there was something else lying on the pope’s desk where papers were piled high.

Haniel moaned as her face rubbed against the cold desk while she was lying down. The pope obscenely laughed as he looked at Haniel’s vagina, which was wrapped around a thick instrument. When he pulled the penis-shaped device halfway out, Haniel bounced back and let out a long moan.

“Oh, oh! It hurts, it hurts… Holy name!”

“You don’t want to hide your voice, even if you get caught. Sister Haniel should be punished until she learns to hide her voice.”

“Hah, stop… Please stop, please, no more… It hurts.”

“If Sister Haniel cries this, people outside will think I’m harassing her.”

As the pope listened to Haniel’s pleas, the instrument in his hand gradually accelerated. Haniel squealed, and her moans grew louder.