Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 142
āAh, the distributionā¦ā
At Michaelās words, Irene gave a bitter smile and lowered her head.
āThere was no need for you to come and tell me in personā¦ Iām sorry for causing you trouble. From now on, you can just send word through the fortress staff.ā
With that, she bowed her head.
Michael was slightly taken aback.
Irene hadnāt said much about other matters, but when it came to the distribution of rewards, she had always shown a keen interest.
In fact, when they first discussed it, heād thought she might be surprisingly materialisticāsomething he hadnāt expected.
Even if he hadnāt thought so, whenever other purifiers or knights mentioned Irene, talk about money was inevitable.
They would say that despite her quiet demeanor, she was obsessed with accumulating wealth.
Yet today, she seemed reluctant to discuss it further and even suggested communicating through the staff in the future.
He couldnāt understand the sudden change in her attitude, and before he realized it, heād taken a step toward Irene.
Irene, startled by his approach, took a step back.
The sight left Michael with a chill in his chest.
She had never reacted this way before.
Why now, all of a suddenā¦?
Irene didnāt even seem aware that she had backed away, though her face was clearly troubled.
For reasons he couldnāt understand, it was obvious that she wasnāt welcoming his visit.
Realizing this, Michael felt a prickling unease in his fingertips.
Had he done something wrong?
Or was something going on with Irene herself?
Thoughts he had never considered before now tumbled one after another in his mind.
āWell, Iāll be taking my leave.ā
With none of her previous hesitation, Irene quickly made her farewell and turned to leave.
Michael, left alone in the reception room, stared blankly at the door through which she had exited.
A short while later, a maid entered, surprised to find Michael alone, and asked where she should place Ireneās tea.
It was then that Michael realized.
Irene had left without even waiting long enough to share a cup of tea with him.
And she hadnāt looked him in the eye even once.
* * *
Afterward, Michael went about his day as usual.
He rose at dawn to pray to the divine, purified himself, and then went out to clear dungeons.
After the expedition, he would check if there were other places where his assistance was needed, and heād ask the fortress staff to confirm his rewards and send them to the grand temple.
Then, he would return to the temple, train, bathe, and pray before going to sleep.
But latelyā¦
āUghā¦ ahā¦ā
Somehow, indecent acts had begun to intrude into his daily routine.
In the deepest part of the prayer room, he suppressed his groans as he gripped his most private parts.
They say that those who come to it late are the wildest.
That was exactly his state.
The pleasure he had tasted from self-gratification had completely taken over Michaelās mind.
A sensation that felt like his brain was melting compelled his hand to keep moving.
Heād heard from his fellow knights that after a few days, one would feel so exhausted that there would be nothing more to release.
Yet he had no idea just how much forbidden desire had accumulated within him, and he continued to release that sticky lust without end.
After indulging himself to the point of soaking the cloth several times, he lay down on the floor, feeling drowsy.
āā¦ā¦ā
He looked at his soiled hand.
At first, after pleasuring himself, he couldnāt bring himself to lift his head.
He feared that if he did, the wrath of the divine, who had witnessed this sinful scene, would descend upon him.
But even after heād added such bodily indulgence to his daily routine, nothing had changed.
The divine had neither sent down lightning nor a plague.
It was as if his actions werenāt a sin at all.
