The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

“You’re so handsome.”

I gathered my arms forward as if praying, and pressed both sides of my breasts tightly to emphasize my cleavage. Dorothy and Cecia had done their best to enhance them, but they were still quite large without enhancements.

‘Valérez loves glamor, so he won’t reject me.’

“I want to be fiercely entangled with you.”

His mouth twisted upward at my words of resolution.

“Huh… how do you propose we do that?”

“What are you asking? Sitting together like this, arms and legs like this, right?”

I answered his questions as if I had waited for him to ask, and leaned on his sides. Thanks to this, my torso and his face came quite close, and he smiled incredulously.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“As expected, the young lord can read a woman’s mind perfectly,” I nodded my head at Valérez’s question.

“You are such a crazy girl.”

“What? No. I’m just a person with a good eye for beauty.”

Contrary to what I expected, however, Valérez didn’t seem much interested in my glamorous breasts. Fearing that he’d reject me with his unperturbed eyes, I tightened my arms.

‘No, I have to attack!’

Helper definitely told me that I had to ‘beep’ with the target characters. I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but I was certain that one of it was sex.

“Well, I don’t do things like clinging on to the young lord just because we’d sleep for a night.”

Valérez preferred casual encounters. He was originally a bad boy character who met Jian and had a change of heart.

“You don’t have to be with me when I wake in the morning,” I continued, “I like sleeping alone.”

Valérez pressed his temple with his fingertips as if he was in trouble with my haste words to seduce him somehow.

“Have you not heard of the rumor about me, lady?”

“Huh? What rumor?”

Unlike Curtis, whose knuckles popped out, Valérez’s fingers were thin and elongated like candles…

To be honest, I’d like to suck them at this point.

I swallowed my saliva as I imagined Valérez’s fingers in my mouth, but he only sighed and got up.

“No, yes. I guess you haven’t heard of it then.”

“Where are you going?!”

I rushed to follow and hug him, lest he’d leave me behind.

“Oh, my.”

Surprised by my sudden attack, Valérez flicked my forehead playfully.

“The lady seems to be fearless because she’s a well-grown girl, but I don’t think it’d be a bad idea to scold her once.”

The man’s cold breath fell on my drunken forehead. It was different from what I envisioned, but it wasn’t bad.

‘Yes, hurry up and scold me.’

I walked out of the house silently in Valérez’s arms and a bottle of champagne.

* * *

Valérez walked fast with his long legs. Soon after arriving at a hotel nearby, he put me down after coming up to the top suite without passing through the lobby.

“Shall I get you a drink first?”

He looked around for a glass, throwing off his shirt as if his arms were numb. At his words, I quickly put down the Brignac I was holding.

“Oh, I brought it since it was almost left behind.”

“…yes, it’s also good to be frugal.”

He praised my actions with a look that wasn’t good at all, and then poured the champagne into a transparent glass.

“Brignac is very expensive. It’d be such a waste to leave it behind,” I added another excuse in embarrassment.

“You must like expensive alcohol,” he said as he laughed at my hesitant explanation, “Do you want to order more?”

“Oh, can I?”

“Yes.”

I knew it didn’t look like it, but I welcomed the man’s question with open arms. Thanks to the game’s system, the taste of alcohol was particularly similar to reality.

So, expensive alcohol here would taste as delicious as the real thing.

‘No, it might even taste better than real alcohol.’

At the Marquis’ residence, I couldn’t eat and drink as I pleased. Unknowingly, my eyes lit up as I flipped through the room service pamphlet that Valérez brought me.

“Can I order anything?”

“Yes.”

Naturally, the rich were the best. Fertile Southern Confucius was the best.

I pointed to the liquor that was top one, deceived by Valérez’s encouraging answer.

“Oh, no, just this?”

Valérez’s face seemed dark for some reason as I checked the liquor menu, so I lowered my finger and he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“I can drink something expensive. I’d still be fine even if I have it solo.”

“You drink well. I don’t even need to check your drinking habits then.”

He was so talkative, to be honest.

“Yes, of course.”

Valérez, as if relieved by my boastful words, ordered me a drink which he’d soon regret.