Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 329
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
He knew, deep down, that what he was doing in the dream made no sense.
And yet, the version of himself in the dream didnât stop.
He had almost hoped Irene would push him away to stop him, but she didnât. With her long lashes trembling and her gaze lowered, she quietly accepted his closeness.
His hands were urgent as he undressed her.
He ripped off her outer garment with such urgency that he wondered if he was going to tear it off, and her b*****s reached out to him brazenly.
Unlike a moment ago, his touch was slower this time.
It was clumsy, like someone overwhelmed by emotions they didnât know how to handle.
He reached for the buttons at her collar, fingers trembling so badly he could barely undo them.
Surely, even in his dreams, his rational mind was screaming at him that this was insane, but as with most dreams, his actions were moving in a completely different direction from his reason.
He peeled off Irene’s clothes like a madman.
He wasn’t so naive as to not know what a woman’s body looked like.
While traveling across the continent to clear dungeons, heâd encountered more than a few women who approached him with clear intentions.
There were enough who had crept into his bed, already undressed, that he could no longer count them on both hands.
Sometimes they were streetwalkers, other times daughters of high lords.
Their reasons for desiring him differed, but their status never seemed to matter in the face of that desire.
And then there were the corpsesâwomen he only came to know after a monster had already torn them apart.
In any case, thanks to his knowledge, he could see her naked b*****s clearly, even in his dreams.
In that moment, Michael felt the blood surge through his lower body in a way he’d never felt before.
His gaze drifted to the immaculate chest exposed in front of him.
He had to look away, but once again, his body defied his better judgement.
His eyes lingered, fixated, tracing the trembling lines of her body with a hunger that startled even him. Was this what it meant to devour someone with a gaze?
Carefully, Michael reached out and squeezed her b****t.
âAh.â
As soon as he touched her, Irene let out a short, breathless sound.
It was enough to make Michael freeze for a moment, then, almost instinctively, his hands pressed more firmly against her.
Her b*****s were warm beneath his touch, far softer than he had expected. His breath quickened.
Before he realized it, he leaned forward, his face brushing against her chest, drawn in by a pull he couldnât name.
Then he opened his mouth and swallowed her pert peaks.
There was no way he could taste anything special from human flesh. Nevertheless, he sucked like a madman, frantically trying to get everything in his mouth.
They ended up on the floor, their movements tangled, clumsy yet charged with something heavy and wordless. Irene let out a sweet moan under him every time he moved his tongue.
Every subtle response of hers seemed to strip away what little control he had left.
And then there was the moment when his swollen base rubbed against the deepest part of her between her legs.
âNnngh!â
And he woke up.
His trembling hand wiped the sweat from his soaked face.
Michael couldnât believe the dream he had just woken from.
Had he gone mad?
Or had someone cursed him with a relic or enchantment?
There had to be some explanation. Otherwise, there was no reason he should have dreamt something so shameless, so completely improper.
He let out a long sigh, then froze, realizing a distinct discomfort below his waist.
Peeling away the thin blanket of the temple, he glanced downâonly to groan quietly, overwhelmed by a mix of self-loathing and shame.
It was the kind of night that made him sincerely wish he could disappear.
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ââŚI think that mustâve been the first time you appeared in my dreams.â
Michael, his face burning red, spoke like a man offering a confession.
Across from him, Irene had been listening in silence until he finished.
Then she burst out laughing with an audible pfft!
