Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 234

Just having her hands bound had made her feel this powerless.

Irene, overwhelmed by the relentless torment, eventually shuddered from the pleasure that overtook her, her body trembling as she begged him to stop in a tearful voice.

But instead of stopping, Michael buried his face between her b*****s before lifting his head with a bright smile.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to know what I was thinking? I’ve only just shown you a small part of it, and yet… if you’re already struggling this much, what should we do?”

The way he muttered those words as if he were truly troubled left Irene speechless.

A primal fear crept into her—if this continued, she might really be in serious trouble.

So, using the only part of her body that was still free, she tried to push him away with her legs.

The moment she moved, Michael caught her slender ankle, his hand slowly gliding up her long leg as he spoke.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention…”

At some point, his other hand was now holding another piece of fabric—just as scandalous as the one from before.

“This underwear… naturally, there’s a matching piece for the bottom.”

And moments later, the soaked, clinging undergarment wrapped around her pale ankle.

Not painfully, but tightly enough that she could never undo it herself.

***

In the end, Michael bought all the blue fabric that matched the color of the lingerie.

And with it, he ordered several designs for her clothing.

Every time Michael selected a design, the shopkeeper’s grin stretched wider and wider.

By the time they left the shop, Irene was half-convinced that the man might fall to his knees in gratitude.

“I will absolutely have everything finished by the requested date! Please, don’t worry and look forward to it! Thank you so much!”

Leaving behind the endlessly bowing shopkeeper, the two began walking again.

By now, the sky had turned dark with the setting sun.

‘It’s late. Shouldn’t we head back to the inn?’

That’s what Irene thought, but—

Instead of leading them toward their lodging, Michael took her hand and started walking in the opposite direction.

“Michael? Where are we going?”

“I plan to buy you accessories this time. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets. And aside from that, we should also look at shoes, hats, and—”

As a never-ending list of items spilled from his mouth, Irene grimaced in exhaustion.

“Can’t we go tomorrow?”

“But we don’t have much time.”

At those words, Irene tilted her head in confusion.

“But we still have three days before we return to the fortress?”

“If we want to visit the sea, we might not have enough time.”

“…The sea?”

His sudden remark left Irene momentarily speechless.

“Oh… I did mention it before…”

She had told him once—that she had never seen the sea before and wanted to go someday.

It seemed Michael had remembered.

“We can go later, though, can’t we?”

After all, she would continue to be with Michael in the future.

The sea wasn’t going anywhere—they could take their time and go after the subjugation period ended.

Holding his hand, Irene said softly,

“No matter when we go, I’ll be going with you. There’s no need to rush.”

At her words, Michael gave a bitter smile.

“…Yes. ‘Michael’ will go with you to see the sea.”

Hearing his response, Irene couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

‘Why is he talking about himself like he’s someone else?’

Still, sensing his hesitation, she gently wrapped her arms around his.

Then, in a quiet voice, she confessed,

“And… I didn’t get a chance to say this, but… I’m a bit tired. My legs are still sore between them…”

Ridiculously enough, the one who had gotten more excited after tying her up wasn’t just Michael.

Every time he pulled on the lower undergarment, the damp strings had sunk into her, rubbing deep inside.

She had sobbed and pleaded, telling him she didn’t want it like that—she wanted him instead.

And at that moment…

‘…His eyes had turned red, hadn’t they?’

She vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of them.

But she hadn’t had time to dwell on it—because the next thing she knew, Michael had pushed himself deep inside her all at once.

And despite the overwhelming sensation, she had taken him in completely.

After that, they had ravaged each other like beasts on the bed.

The aftermath, of course, lingered on her body.

Not only was there a dull ache where he had spread her open and thrust inside, but marks of his biting and sucking remained all over her skin.

He had acted like a man possessed, desperate to leave traces of himself on every inch of her.

She had finally seen what Michael was like when he lost all control.

And just as Irene thought about how terrifying that was, Michael suddenly looked flustered and asked,

“Were you in a lot of pain? I’m sorry. I did try to restrain myself… but it seems I failed to hold back properly.”

“…What?”

That was him holding back?

Then if he hadn’t…

‘How much more…?’

For the first time, a real fear crept into Irene’s heart.

If there ever came a day when Michael truly lost all restraint—

Would she even survive?

***

“Then please rest. I’ll return soon.”

After they had finally returned to the inn, Michael mentioned that he had left an order at an accessory shop and needed to go pick it up.

Irene considered going with him, but he had noticed how her eyelids kept drooping and told her to stay and rest instead.

After he left, Irene returned to their room.

“Phew…”

She collapsed onto the sofa, letting out a deep sigh.

And then—

Chomp, chomp, chomp.

A familiar sound came from the bathroom.

The moment she heard it, Irene instantly shot up.

Then, without hesitation, she rushed to the bathroom door, flinging it open as she shouted—

“Chomp-chomp!”

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