Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 339
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
Before he could even think about what it was, Michael used his authority to pull the things beyond into his own world.
What crossed over were a human and a monster.
He had thought them insignificant, but the moment he saw the human man, he felt an intense pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.
And shockingly, even as the Monster King, he lost consciousness. Something that should have been impossible for him.
When he came to, Michael realized he had taken on the body of the human man he had seen.
But something felt off.
He assumed he had merely entered the man’s body, but the form felt so natural that it was as if he had always been that human.
In any case, one thing was clear:
The two were one.
Having confirmed that, he turned his head.
At some point, the world had changed to resemble the human realm, and lying on a soft grassy field nearby was a human woman.
The moment he saw her, something thundered in his chest.
Disturbed by the strange feeling, he waited until she awoke, and she told him that she was his wife.
The moment he heard those words, it all made sense.
His wife.
His companion.
Someone to love and cherish.
Then all of this storm of desire he was feeling made sense.
* * *
She told him her name was Irene.
Irene.
It was a pleasant sound to utter.
“Irene.”
“Ah, ah!”
As he moved, calling her name, she began to make even prettier sounds.
As if it were a lie that she had struggled to accept him at first, her insides soon gently took him in, then tightened around him even more strongly.
It should have pleased him that she was becoming more comfortable, and yet, Michael felt dissatisfied instead.
He wanted to drive this woman to the edge.
It was good to see her glaring at him sharply, but what he wanted to see more than that was the sight of her hanging on to him with her eyes completely open and clouded with pleasure, calling his name.
If he wanted to see her like that, there was no reason to hesitate.
“Irene.”
“Ah, hmph!”
Michael began thrusting his mighty sword into her.
She was a woman with a sensitive body. Every time he poked inside her, she whimpered, and water poured out from underneath her.
When he touched her b*****s, she would make a cute sound and shake her head.
The more roughly he moved, the more her white skin turned red.
The sight of his handprints leaving red wherever he grabbed her further fanned Michael’s desire.
Just these handprints alone were hardly enough to satisfy him.
Like an untouched snowfield, where even the smallest trace is clearly left behind, I wanted to leave my marks on this body, one by one, without leaving a single gap.
So he bit the b****t that was swaying before his eyes.
“Aaahhhh!”
Once again, a sultry moan escaped her, this time one that satisfied his lust.
He bit and sucked on the soft, delicate b****t again and again.
He wanted to leave only bite marks, but it seemed that if he continued to act like that on this skin, he would end up seeing blood.
He liked the marks, but he didn’t like the blood.
Blood was shed by injured things.
Right now, he was loving her, not trying to harm her. So, he didn’t want to see blood.
Irene’s whole body flushed red with heat from his relentless thrusts.
Her eyes were red and wet with tears.
Michael never stopped moving his hips, never stopped moving his hands, never stopped moving his lips.
Irene was the one who taught him what addiction was. Everywhere he touched was soft and warm, and he didn’t want to take his hands off her for even a moment.
