Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 199

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Hoping there might be another way to enhance her purification power, Irene clung to that faint expectation.

“Ah, ah…!”

Irene struggled, clutching the bed sheets as she kicked her legs.

Between her legs, the fabric of her dress bulged upward—naturally because Michael’s head was beneath it.

If the dress had been made of looser fabric, she might have been able to struggle more effectively.

However, the material was rigid and lacked elasticity, its narrow cut around her legs turning her resistance into a futile effort.

Moreover, the more she moved, the busier Michael’s tongue worked as it pressed against her.

In the end, Irene gave up trying to push him away and instead gripped the sheets even tighter.

Perhaps if she could see what he was doing, it might be easier to endure.

But not knowing what was happening beneath the fabric, every time his tongue delved into a sensitive crevice, Irene’s body flinched and writhed involuntarily.

“Irene, here…”

When he pulled away to murmur, the heat of his breath on her sensitive spot made her mind reel.

“Don’t… don’t talk… ah!”

Caught off guard, Irene’s legs flailed weakly. From between them, Michael calmly observed the sight before him with a relaxed gaze.

It was a view he always found beautiful, but now, with her flushed and trembling, she was dripping with arousal. It was a sight that never failed to drive him mad.

‘Don’t talk,’ she had said.

He had been murmuring praises nonstop, but it seemed they weren’t reaching her.

No matter—it wasn’t a difficult request to fulfill.

Michael closed his mouth as she had asked.

However, that didn’t mean his lips stopped their unrestrained exploration.

Though the area was already thoroughly damp, his tongue pushed deeper as though yearning for more. Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, it explored with intent.

Her slender, pale legs, which had been holding his head, trembled again, clearly struggling to endure.

Michael remained resolute. There was much to do today, and it wouldn’t do for her to become overwhelmed this quickly.

His tongue, filled with mischief, pressed into her a few more times, causing her slender waist to arch higher.

He had slaughtered countless monsters, and their miasma had all become his.
It was a taint that no purifier in the world could cleanse.

Yet every time he tasted the intoxicating essence Irene spilled, it felt like stepping into pure, clear waters.

‘Ah, indeed, you are…’

Michael, intoxicated by the greatness of his pair, pressed his nose against her further, burying it between her legs.

He pressed and rubbed against her most sensitive spot, and Irene’s hips bucked higher.

“Ah, ah!”

Her voice, filled with pleasure, rang out clearly in his ears.

Michael didn’t stop.

When he pressed down with enough force to worry it might crush, her already soaked lower region overflowed again.

At the same time, Irene’s legs clamped tightly around his head, unable to hold back any longer.

Thanks to this, Michael indulged leisurely, savoring her completely.

After a while, her legs went limp and fell to the sides, releasing him.

Through the fabric of her dress, faint sobs and heavy breaths reached his ears.

He didn’t need to see her to know.

Her round, cute eyes would be glistening with tears, her flushed lips slightly parted, releasing sweet, labored breaths.

The mere thought made him painfully aroused, his body swelling embarrassingly.

Michael briefly considered diving back in but instead slowly withdrew himself.

Though his face had once been revered as noble and devout, reserved only for prayer before the gods, the sight of him licking his lips as he emerged from between her skirt was nothing short of disgraceful.

As he came out, the sight before him was exactly as he had imagined—

Irene’s eyes were half-lidded, her breaths ragged.

Seeing his wife in such a state, Michael lowered a hand to adjust himself.

His movement made Irene’s eyes waver, and she instinctively turned over.

She began crawling toward the head of the bed, her body acting on instinct to escape, knowing how intense what was to come would be.

Naturally, it was futile against the continent’s strongest knight.

A large hand gently but firmly grasped her ankle, pulling her back.

Schlurp.

Despite being a fully grown woman, Irene was easily dragged back to Michael’s side.

“Michael, please stop. We can’t do this today… we need to deal with the monster…”

Before she could finish her plea, Michael had already climbed on top of her, trapping her securely between his legs.

Much like how she had trapped him between hers earlier.

Slowly, he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her back.

At the same time, he covered her hands, which were gripping the sheets tightly, with his own, holding her protectively as though shielding her from the world.

Pressing his body against hers, Michael let his lower half rest against the curve of her hips.

The distinct shape and weight of him made Irene gasp in surprise.

She could tell—it was only a matter of time before her clothes were removed.