Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 338
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
It was Michael, her husband. The man entering her now was both Michael and not Michael.
“Ah, nngh…”
He pushed his c**k deep inside her, regardless of whether she was in pain or not.
Every time he moved his hips, the blood-red s***t slid into the gaping hole below.
Then, when he went all the way to the root without any more to push in, Michael looked satisfied and lifted Irene’s chin.
“Come on, I don’t remember a day we didn’t do this.”
A cruel, unfamiliar grin crossed his face.
Irene glared at him, her eyes widening at the word ‘we’.
It was Michael. But she couldn’t use the word ‘we’ with him.
“You look even prettier when you look at me like that.”
Ignoring Irene’s glare, Michael kissed her.
It was a rough kiss.
His tongue slid inside, sweeping roughly across the inside of her mouth.
It brushed against the delicate flesh, then tangled with the base of her tongue.
It was more like a violent invasion than a kiss. It was a move that was clearly intended to crush the other with his own strength and then fulfill his own desires for as long as he wanted.
Just as she was about to rage at Michael’s behavior, Irene remembered something that happened a long time ago.
She remembered the day she had talked to him, the day he had moved like this, the day they had first touched.
It reminded her of something she had forgotten for a while.
Monsters, by nature, were beings honest with their desires.
Because they didn’t hide their cravings and they could become cruel in their uninhibited pursuit of them.
So if it was Michael as the Monster King, then it was only natural for him to act this way.
This act of relentlessly seeking and trying to extract pleasure.
For a long moment, Michael remained unmoving, his c**k buried inside Irene.
“That feels good.”
Michael said, pulling her to him.
“You must really be my wife, because it wouldn’t fit this well otherwise, would it?”
With that, he began to slowly move his hips.
He was already all the way in. As he began to slide in and out, he inadvertently rubbed against Irene’s most vulnerable spot.
“…!”
She was trying her best not to make a sound, not wanting to give him what he wanted.
Not even a gasp could hide her body’s reaction as the smooth tip of his c**k scraped over her weakest spot.
Michael’s expression changed as Irene’s body tightened around his.
He stared at her blankly for a moment, then moved his hips and stabbed her in the same place as he had a moment before.
“Ah!”
Irene cried out, finally giving in and wincing even harder.
Her grip on him tightened, and her insides gripped him even tighter.
Michael bit his lip, as did Irene.
He was a monster.
He couldn’t remember how long he’d been a monster, and he’d never been aware of his existence in any other form.
He didn’t need to care about such things.
He was the Monster King, the only one, the great one to whom all things must obey.
But he did remember one thing: his name was Michael.
He had been existing in that state, flowing along, when he suddenly felt something entering his world, and then, once again, he felt the forced opening of a door in the corner of his world.
‘Should I close it?’
He hated the things that were crossing over. Even though, ultimately, it didn’t really matter to him what crossed over, he still didn’t want to leave it open for all sorts of bothersome things to pass through.
Then, for some reason, he became curious about what might be on the other side of the door.
So, the moment he listened to the beings beyond, he felt a strange sensation.
There was something on the other side.
Something he absolutely had to grasp. Something he absolutely needed, something he desperately wanted.
