Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 233

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Michael repeatedly pulled on the knot he had tied himself with his teeth, releasing and tightening it.

At first, Irene thought the knot was tied so tightly that it was difficult to undo.

But she soon realized she was wrong.

His hot lips pressed down firmly on the tense, fine hairs of her back, making them stand on end.

Sometimes, he would press his lips down hard, as if stamping a mark, and other times, he would glide them over her skin gently.

And when his wet tongue licked up her back, her already tense body stiffened even more.

“Michael…”

It was a whimper telling him to hurry up and untie it.

Each time the damp string moved across her back, she felt the hairs on her body rise in chills.

And something she newly realized—just having her back licked was enough to make the space between her legs quickly dampen.

Irene deliberately twisted her body.

She didn’t want him to find out that she was sensitive there.

If he noticed, he would surely torment that spot relentlessly…

“There’s no need to hide it. I already know.”

As if to say ‘do you really think I wouldn’t notice?’, Michael licked precisely the spot where she had flinched the most.

“Hngh!”

Pretending it was an accident, Michael continued licking up her lower back, as if her entire body were a sweet sugar-coated treat.

Between the ticklish and tingling sensations, Irene struggled helplessly, and in the midst of it all, the knot finally came undone.

Michael grabbed the loosened ends and pulled the fabric away all at once.

Thump.

The saliva-soaked scrap of fabric fell limply beside Irene’s face.

She stared blankly at it.

There probably wasn’t even enough fabric to cover the palm of a hand.

‘Who would buy something like this…?’

Apparently, the person was right above her.

“As expected, women’s clothing is difficult to understand.”

At Michael’s shameless remark, Irene turned her head and glared at him.

“Is this what you usually think about? Dressing me in such shameless… clothes… making me feel so embarrassed…”

Her face flushed red with humiliation.

In front of others, he always maintained the image of a noble and humble holy knight.

Regardless of rank, he was always polite to others, and aside from Irene, he avoided getting too close to any woman.

Yet to think that every time he looked at her, he was harboring such indecent thoughts—

Irene felt embarrassed on his behalf.

‘How can he keep such a composed face… while thinking about things like this…?’

“No.”

His firm denial came at that moment.

It was ridiculous, coming from the very person who had just dressed her in this.

Then Michael grabbed the underwear he had removed and used it to bind Irene’s wrists together.

“……?”

Not understanding what was happening, Irene blinked at him with wide eyes.

Why is he tying them up? Why…?

She looked at him in complete confusion, and Michael, wearing an almost regretful expression, kissed her cheek lightly before whispering,

“I ask for your forgiveness in advance, Irene.”

“Forgiveness…? W-Wait. What are you about to—! Michael!”

She hastily called his name, but Michael was faster.

He hooked her bound wrists onto the decoration in the middle of the bed’s headboard.

As her arms lifted above her head, her ample b*****s were fully exposed before him.

Michael gazed at the silver hair cascading over her chest, admiring it for a moment, before lowering his head.

And then, he greedily took her exposed b****t into his mouth.

Unlike usual, he set his teeth against her skin, biting down in a way that sent a shock through her body.

Irene flinched and tried to move away, but with her wrists firmly secured, she had no way to resist.

She twisted her body desperately, trying to shake him off as he bit and licked as if he had gone mad, but all it did was push her chest further into his mouth.

“A-Ah! W-Wait! Michael! That place—ah, ah!”

With no way to push him away, Michael’s actions only became even more brazen.

He gnawed at her gently, then pressed down with his tongue as if trying to coax something out, and whenever Irene whimpered, he soothed her with slow, teasing licks.

And then, as if determined to suck out something that wasn’t even there, he greedily sucked her deeper into his mouth.