Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 146
In that moment, Michael briefly wondered if Irene was made of sugar.
Otherwise, there was no way even her breath could be so sweet.
Swallowing her breaths, sucking on her tongue, and biting her lips, he wanted to devour every bit of Irene that touched him.
Her body, already a mess from his bites and kisses, trembled once more.
The solid connection below made an obscene slapping sound.
For a long while, Michael moved within her, and despite knowing her body couldnāt bear any fruit, he spilled his seed deep inside her once again.
At the same time, he held her tightly in his arms, ensuring she couldnāt escape until the release was complete.
It was an act utterly beastly in nature.
After a while, when he had poured every last drop into her, he took a slow, deep breath.
As their essences mingled inside, his mind gradually began to regain its composure.
The storm raging in his chest subsided, and his pleasure-clouded thoughts slowly settled.
And at the very moment his mind fully cleared,
āā¦ā¦!ā
Michael sprang up in shock.
āAhā¦ā
As he withdrew, his release spilled from between her weakened legs, hitting the ground with a soft splatter.
āThisā¦ this canāt beā¦ā
He couldnāt find words, frozen in disbelief.
He had thought it was a mere illusion, something that existed only in his mind, a secret fantasy unseen even by the divine.
So he had let go of everything and acted on his desires.
But all of it was real, not an illusion.
His mind slowly began to piece things together.
āI had entered an advanced dungeonā¦ā
He had been wounded while rescuing knights in danger, struck down by a monster.
A wound that pierced his abdomen, and his memories grew hazy after that.
Other knights had arrived just in time, he barely survived, was moved outside the dungeon, then met Irene, and sheād attempted a purificationā¦
Michael looked down at his abdomen, where he had been pierced.
Naturally, there was no sign of any wound.
Instead, Irene looked as though she had taken on his injuries, her body battered to a pitiful state.
Michael understood what this meant.
Irene had purified him.
āWhat have Iā¦ doneā¦ā
In his confusion, his eyes fell upon Ireneās body first.
Her body was covered in bite marks and bruises, as if torn by a beast.
Despite the unkind, one-sided nature of their connection, she had endured it all, holding him and saving him.
Seeing her in this state, Michael was overcome with a deep sense of guilt.
He should have held back somehow. If not that, he should have clung to some shred of self-control.
Or better yet, he should never have harbored such desires for Irene in the first placeā¦
Disgusted by his own depravity, Michael hastily got dressed.
He couldnāt bear to look at Irene.
He had no idea how to begin making amends for what he had done.
As he hurriedly left Ireneās room, he realized one thing.
He could no longer be satisfied with just imagining her.
* * *
He quickly reached a decision about what to do next.
He knew exactly what he wanted.
Michael headed straight to the grand temple.
The high priestess, who was as dear to him as a grandmother, welcomed him warmly.
āMichael, itās been so long.ā
She was someone very close to him, almost like a grandmother.
She invited him inside for tea, but Michael immediately knelt before her and spoke.
āI, Michael, who was once the divineās sword, humbly request excommunication, High Priestess.ā
āā¦Michael? What has happened?ā
With his head bowed, Michael confessed his sins.
Unable to raise his gaze, he admitted to having done things unfit for one who served the divine, and he revealed the feelings he had tried so desperately to ignore.
Ā
āIā¦ have come to hold her dear. Now, her voice brings me more joy than the divineās, her gaze feels warmer than sunlight, and I find myself attuned to her every action. And yetā¦ā
Michael recalled how he had deliberately ignored her, turning his back on her.
Surely, his actions must have hurt Irene.
Slowly, he lifted his head.
His gaze no longer turned to the holy painting on the ceiling.
Instead, he looked through the window, toward the distant fortress.
āā¦Iāve come here to seek forgiveness for my wrongdoings. I wish to build a future with her.ā
His voice swelled with anticipation as he spoke.
