Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 330
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
“You actually thought someone cursed you? Oh my goodness… pffft.”
“Please don’t laugh. I was genuinely worried at the time. As soon as morning came, I went straight to a priest known for detecting curses. I asked them to examine me multiple times.”
“Oh? And what did the priest say?”
“They said, of course, there were no signs of a curse.”
Then they asked him what kind of symptoms he was experiencing that made him think he’d been cursed in the first place.
Michael hadn’t been able to answer properly. He mumbled something vague and made a swift exit.
How was I supposed to tell them it was because of a dream like that?!
“So, what did you think after you found out it wasn’t a curse?”
“…I assumed I’d gone mad.”
“Was that the end of the dream, then?”
“…Do dreams ever end that neatly?”
If anything, they became even more vivid and persistent.
Michael had a general idea of what went on between a man and a woman, but not the finer details. He wasn’t exactly innocent, but he wasn’t worldly, either.
As a result, even in his dreams, things didn’t progress very far.
It wasn’t a good thing. He didn’t know what to do, so he just kept touching and licking her body.
Even in his dreams, her body was sweet everywhere. The nape of her neck, her b*****s, her stomach.
And when he finally started licking between her legs, Michael was getting used to waking up at dawn and taking his lust out on himself in the bathroom.
“I don’t know how someone like that was able to do it so straightforwardly that day.”
Michael’s expression darkened as he realized that this was the first time they had s*x—the first time he’d held her in his arms, completely overwhelmed with miasma.
Irene recognized it, and she pushed herself up,
Then she climbed on top of his body that was lying down.
He wasn’t as naked as Irene, but he was wearing only his pants
Lying on her stomach, chest to chest, she draped the towel she was wearing over their bodies, then reached out to face him.
Her fingers pressed firmly against his frozen brow.
“You’re looking like that again. I told you it’s okay. I’ll—”
Despite saying that, Irene noticed that Michael still couldn’t relax his stiff expression. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
Only then did she feel his tense body start to loosen up.
Michael, relieved, gently stroked Irene’s lower back.
In the past, the word ‘that day’ had been a taboo between them, as they had both thought everything fell apart after it. But now, Irene could talk about it with a smile.
“…Maybe those dreams could count as practice.”
Michael said, his words finally easing his tension.
Irene couldn’t help but laugh again.
“Michael.”
“Go ahead.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe this moment is just a dream?”
“…I think about it often. It’s hard to believe this isn’t a dream, considering how perfectly happy everything feels.”
“I feel the same way. That’s why…”
Irene rested her chin on his chest and looked at him.
“Do you want to try and figure out whether this is a dream or not?”
Michael knew exactly what she was getting at.
A wide grin crossed his face.
Irene still had a tendency to feel embarrassed by his actions in bed and push away his body.
But every once in a while, she would tempt him like this, stronger than any demon, stronger than any curse, shattering his reason in an instant.
Instead of answering, Michael lowered his hand at the sight of her so openly wanting him.
Grabbing her hips and tugging her upward, he could feel his own already hardening against her belly.
She reached down, too, and grabbed the bottoms he was still wearing.
Michael lazily waited for her to pull them off.
His bottoms were halfway down just before his hard c**k emerged.
[Your Majesty! Your Majesty! We’re in big trouble!]
Chomp-chomp’s voice came from the steps of the cliff.
“Haah…”
“Whew…”
Both of them sighed at the same time. There had never been a moment when they resented Chomp-chomp as much as they did today.
Michael picked up the pocket knife he had placed next to him.
Chomp-chomp wouldn’t care if a few tentacles were cut off anyway.
As Michael seriously thought to himself that he might finally trim that creature’s tentacles today, he glared at Chomp-chomp. But just then, Chomp-chomp shouted again.
[The Hand’s back! But… but…!]
Chomp-chomp burst into tears.
[I think he’s dead!]
