Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 165
Could it be because this was the best accommodation available?
Not long after the two of them entered the bathroom, the tub was filled with warm water.
It was thanks to the fortressās limited plumbing system, which was only available in a few places.
Michael dipped his hand into the water to check the temperature, then approached a wicker chair in the spacious bathroom.
On the chair sat Irene, slumped over and letting out shallow, excited breaths.
Even while filling the tub with water and undressing, Michael had not left her alone.
He had teased only the most sensitive parts of her, so much so that it was already the third time she had embarrassingly soaked herself on her own.
Now, in the middle of the day, Irene was so drained of strength she couldnāt even lift a finger, staring blankly at Michael as he approached.
āIs this really okay?ā
She had always been sensitive to stimulation, but now it felt like she had become a deviant, getting aroused just from his touch.
āWell, at least itās only Michaelās touch that has this effect. Thatās a relief, I suppose.ā
Michael knelt beside the chair and began removing the remainder of Ireneās clothes.
His hands, once clumsy when undressing her, now moved as skillfully and quickly as though he had spent a lifetime doing only this.
After stripping her completely, he swiftly removed his own clothes.
Unabashed and entirely confident, his rough and muscular body stood exposed before her.
Ireneās gaze was drawn to a scar on his chestāa large wound that hadnāt existed in the past life.
Because that wound continued to harbor miasma, unlike before, he now required deep purification.
āIf that scar hadnāt existed, would things have turned out differently?ā
Would he have remained the chaste and noble holy knight of her previous life, untouched by carnal desires?
As her thoughts drifted, Michael leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against hers.
āYou seem to be thinking about something unpleasant.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
At times like this, his intuition was preternaturally sharp.
When Irene averted her eyes and bit her lip, he didnāt press her further. Instead, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the tub.
As their bodies sank into the large tub, the water rippled and splashed.
āHaaā¦ā
The warm water enveloping her up to her neck felt soothing.
Naturally, Irene leaned her body against his, resting against him. It was something she often did when they washed in lakes during their time in the dungeon.
Michael scooped water with his hand and poured it over her shoulders and head.
His calloused fingers began to rub her neck and shoulders.
The sensation was both painful and relieving, and she was about to completely surrender her body to him whenā
āAh!ā
The hand pressing on her shoulder suddenly applied strong pressure.
The painful twist in her tense muscles startled her, and she flailed her arms, trying to escape his grasp.
Of course, it was futile.
Unable to evade his purposeful movements, Irene struggled in pain.
āOw, ow! That hurts! Stop!ā
Tears welled in her eyes from the intense pain on the stiff parts of her body.
The discomfort far exceeded what she had experienced when he had relieved her muscle pain at the temple before they entered the dungeon.
Just as Irene resolved to fight backāeven if it meant hitting himāto escape his grasp, Michael seemed to sense her thoughts like a ghost.
He loosened his grip and brought his lips to the spot he had just been pressing.
Lick.
His tongue traced over the water dripping down her skin, and in a low voice, he whispered,
āWhat were you thinking just now?ā
So he hadnāt let it go after all.
It seemed he had no intention of letting her escape. Instead, he trapped her firmly in his arms and prepared to press her for answers.
