Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 150
“Mmm…”
With a groan, Irene opened her eyes.
Blinking slowly, her vision gradually focused as she blinked a few more times.
Instead of an unfamiliar ceiling, she saw the earthy brown walls surrounding her, and an odd sense of discomfort spread through her body.
It wasn’t the familiar, pleasant feel of pajamas and blankets she was used to after waking up. Instead, it felt warmer but firmer beneath her.
While she sat there, dazed by all the unfamiliar sensations, a voice spoke up beside her.
“You’re awake.”
“……?”
At the sound of the voice right next to her, Irene turned her head.
There, smiling directly at her, was Michael’s face.
A few seconds passed as she stared blankly at him.
“Oh…!”
In that instant, memories of everything that happened before she fell asleep rushed back to her.
‘Oh my goodness! Dear heavens!’
She and Michael had been trapped in the dungeon… and they had been intimate.
Irene jolted as if trying to spring up. Or she would have if not for the wave of prickling pain that surged through her entire body before she could fully sit up.
“Aaagh…”
The pain was especially concentrated in her lower back.
As her senses sharpened, Irene became aware of the lingering, dull aches in various parts of her body.
Unsurprisingly, it was the aftereffects of the night before.
“Irene? Are you alright?”
“I’m fi—no, actually, I’m not…”
She couldn’t even tell herself if she was really alright or not. It wasn’t that she was in excruciating pain, but moving her body was not exactly comfortable either.
But more uncomfortable than her physical state was her mental one.
“Wait a second, can you, um… back up a bit?”
She raised her hand to push his face back, feeling overwhelmed by how closely he was watching her.
Oh goodness. Even with his clearly tousled appearance after waking, he looked perfect.
If she was crazy, it was surely for him.
When Irene’s hand pressed against his mouth and chin to push him away, he looked as pitiful as a scolded puppy.
Seeing that, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d done something wrong, and she lowered her hand.
Then, as if nothing had happened, Michael pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
The issue, of course, was that neither of them had anything on.
Feeling a slight chill, her body instinctively nestled into his warmth.
Seeming to enjoy this, Michael hugged her tightly, reaching beside him to retrieve her clothes.
She was about to take them to put them on herself, but he shook his head.
“Please, just stay still. Your body must be sore, so allow me.”
At that, Irene’s face flushed. She was embarrassed, both by the reason she was sore and by the idea of someone else dressing her.
And yet, she couldn’t refuse. Her body did indeed feel sore enough to make putting on clothes uncomfortable.
While his hands had been hasty when taking her clothes off, now they moved incredibly slowly as he dressed her.
She wished he would just help her put her clothes on properly.
“Mmngh…”
His hand lightly brushed over the tip of her chest, which was still quite sensitive.
The prickling sensation made her curl in on herself, a groan escaping her lips. Michael, unfazed, simply cupped her chest gently with his hand.
“……?”
She looked at him in shock, as if asking what on earth he was doing, but Michael replied calmly.
“It seems I should help ease the tension a little.”
“N-No, there’s nothing to ease… Aah, mmh… I, I’m fi…ne…”
Despite saying she was fine, her voice betrayed her, and her body squirmed under his touch as his hands massaged exactly where the soreness lingered.
Along with the relief, waves of sensation from the night before began to resurface.
By the time Michael fastened the last button on her clothes, Irene was already exhausted again and drifted back to sleep.
