Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 128
Why was Michael acting like this?
Irene was lost in her thoughts when he whispered again.
āI know what youāre thinking. But…ā
His lips brushed softly beneath Ireneās eyes, making her close them.
āPlease, leave your doubts behind. Even if itās only for now, place your trust in my words.ā
The lips that had been tracing across her face finally landed on the last spot his hand had touched earlier.
It was not a kiss for the sake of purification.
Just a simple, ordinary kiss.
* * *
Just as Michael had said, Irene decided not to think too deeply anymore.
She liked Michael. And right now, Michael wanted to be with her.
Even if this was a dream or an illusion, it didnāt matter.
Even if someone saw them and pointed fingers or mocked them, she had already died once, so there was nothing left to fear.
Perhaps because of this thought, Irene cupped his face, as he had been continually kissing her, and initiated the kiss herself.
She had always wondered, when she saw other pairs who were close, what it would be like to do this with her own pair one day.
Yet even in her imagination, she could never bring herself to do it with him.
Blushing, Irene watched his reaction without turning away.
If he showed even a hint of discomfort, she was ready to stop.
For a moment, Michael froze, stunned. Then his eyes wavered, and his entire face turned bright red.
Irene couldnāt help but giggle teasingly.
To think that this knight, who could take down enormous, terrifying monsters with a single blow, would get so flustered over a feather-light kiss.
Amused, she cupped his face again and kissed him.
This time, the kiss was deeper than before.
The kind of intimate sounds that had only ever echoed within the walls of the fortress now resonated in the dungeon.
Like a small, captured prey, Michael couldnāt escape Ireneās hands and accepted the affection she was giving him.
Perhaps he was drunk on the affection Irene offered.
The man who had always stood as firm as a mountain swayed slightly, as if he were intoxicated.
Because of this, Irene, who had been leaning completely against him, also stumbled along with him.
Unfortunately, the two of them were standing by the lakeside.
Their entangled bodies lost balance and fell into the lake together.
Splash!
Cold water splashed up around them.
Irene, floundering in the water, finally realized where they were and what they had been doing.
āWait, Michael. Now that I think about it, there might be monsters…ā
She tried to stand, but Michael pulled her back by the arm.
Because of this, she fell back into the water with a splash.
Falling underwater didnāt hurt, as his body cushioned her.
Michael drew her onto his body as she tried to get up and said,
āThere are no monsters nearby.ā
His words carried a strong conviction, as if he could ensure that no monsters would ever approach this place.
āItās just you and me here. So…ā
Michaelās lips touched Ireneās wet neck.
āFocus only on me.ā
* * *
Irene began to undress herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment as her wet, clinging clothes came off piece by piece.
It was because Michaelās gaze never once wandered elsewhereāit remained solely fixed on her.
When she was down to her last piece of undergarment, Irene hesitated and lowered her hands, unable to take it off.
At that moment, Michael spoke.
āYou seem to be struggling, so allow me to assist you.ā
His voice was calm, almost as if he were merely offering a supportive arm.
Before Irene could respond, his hands touched the undergarment that covered her chest.
His voice was composed, but his hands were not.
He stripped it off with a sense of urgency, as if he might tear it apart, and the moment it came off, her full, rounded chest was exposed before him.
Embarrassed, Irene moved to cover herself with her arms.
But Michael was faster, grabbing both her wrists. Then he said,
āIt seems I need to clean you here.ā
Without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to her exposed chest.
