Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 232

Michael cherished everything he gave her.

So the idea of her throwing away clothes he had personally chosen and bought for her…

“That would never happen!”

Even at Irene’s firm answer, the bitter smile lingering on Michael’s lips didn’t completely fade.

Instead, he looked at her and asked again.

“Really…? You won’t throw them away?”

“Of course not! How could I ever do something like that?”

At her response, Michael smiled again.

It was brighter than before, but there was still a shadow in his expression that she couldn’t quite place.

Just as Irene was about to ask if something was wrong, his entire demeanor changed.

His earlier somberness vanished, replaced by a mischievous, boyish grin.

“And besides—seeing this fabric reminds me of the outfit you wore last night…”

The moment he mentioned last night’s clothing, Irene’s face flushed red, and she stomped on his foot.

She had put quite a bit of force into it—it had to hurt.

Yet Michael didn’t stop smiling.

That only made Irene press down even harder.

But he didn’t move.

As if he knew he deserved it.

Yesterday, at the clothing shop, Irene had seen Michael talking with the owner.

‘Are they discussing the cost?’

She had already started worrying about money.

They had bought so many things that she had even offered to pay for some of it herself.

But Michael had flatly refused.

“But… you’re not exactly wealthy either…”

“The temple has always allocated personal funds in my name. Until now, I had no use for it, so I returned it at the end of each year.”

Michael had looked proud as he continued.

“This is the first time I’m spending it on something I want. Would you really take away my joy?”

For some reason, she could almost see a tail wagging behind him.

If she said no, it would droop pitifully.

So after that, she had tried not to interfere.

But judging by how long they had been talking, it seemed even Michael was feeling the weight of the expenses.

She had returned to the inn with a heavy heart.

And after bathing, she stepped out to find Michael waiting with a new set of clothes.

“If you don’t mind… may I help you put these on?”

A quick glance told her it was one of the light summer nightgowns they had bought earlier.

‘Why would he insist on dressing me?’

Still, there was no reason to refuse, so she told him to go ahead.

And then—Michael pulled out another piece of clothing from the bag.

“…What’s that?”

“Oh, the shopkeeper said it pairs well with the nightgown, so I bought it.

I’d also like to help you put this on.”

“W-What are you saying…? Michael—!”

Before Irene could fully process what was happening, Michael stepped closer and pulled away the bath towel wrapped around her.

At the same time, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly against him.

Then, he draped the lingerie over her body.

The moment she saw it, Irene panicked.

That wasn’t underwear.

It was just… a small scrap of fabric with a few strings.

There was no way—absolutely no way—that it counted as clothing.

The thin material clung to her damp skin, accentuating everything.

The fabric, still cool, outlined every curve, exposing more than it covered.

Shocked at her own reflection, Irene struggled, gasping.

“Mi—Michael! This is too much!”

Her shrieking voice made it sound like she had just seen a bug.

But Michael didn’t react at all.

Instead, he calmly adjusted the small scrap of fabric, ensuring it sat properly on her chest.

It was so revealing that she couldn’t even tell if she was wearing it or not.

And then—

“Oh dear… it’s a little crooked.”

Without hesitation, Michael’s hands slid beneath the flimsy fabric.

He cupped her b*****s, gently gathering them together, adjusting the tiny piece of cloth so that her peaks were fully covered.

“I—I… You pervert!”

“Thank you for the compliment. It suits you even better than I imagined.”

She had shouted in shock, hoping to startle him.

But Michael only responded cheerfully, as if he were genuinely pleased.

“What do you even think about all day—”

“Would you like to know?”

Before she could respond, Michael pressed his lips against the nape of her neck.

Then, slowly—he trailed downward, following the curve of her exposed back.

And then—

With his teeth, he tugged at the delicate strings of the lingerie.

His voice was low, his breath warm against her skin.

“If you want… I’ll tell you everything.”

The string he had just undone with his teeth—

Was the same color as the fabric in front of her now.

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