Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 341
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
content warning: dubious consent
Pretending not to notice his expectant gaze, Irene looked between his legs.
In response, Michael turned his body fully toward her, urging her not to hold back and to look even more.
As a result, she was faced directly with his fully exposed self.
Gulp.
Even though it was something she had grown so familiar with, Irene still swallowed dryly out of nervousness.
She thought she knew him well, having seen him countless times, but he’d never been in her face like this before.
That’s why his member seemed even bigger than usual.
At one point, he kissed every inch of her body, declaring that there was no part of her that wasn’t lovely.
He kissed the tender flesh of her thighs between her legs, again and again, even though she was already wet.
Embarrassed to death, Irene blurted out.
āIāI like yours better than mine!ā
And she meant it.
The paladin’s was so beautiful, one wondered if the gods had made it themselves.
Michael’s was pale pink and as straight as his personality, with no crooks.
Even after having already fucked her once, his hadn’t lost any of its strength, and was showing signs of regaining it.
It even seemed to grow stronger as Irene stared at it.
Michael smirked and grabbed her by the back of her head.
Then he pushed her face even closer to his c**k.
He’d already finished cumming once.
The swaying pillar was drenched in fluids they didn’t know who had spilled, as it smelled like both him and her.
Gulp.
Irene swallowed nervously, her mouth dry.
Then came a stifled chuckle.
“You like it that much? You even swallowed.”
“T-That’s not it!”
“Sure it isn’t.”
Michael grabbed Irene’s hand and placed it directly on himself.
“You said mine was pretty, remember?”
āā¦!”
At that, Irene looked up at him in shock.
“How did you know that…”
“How do you think?”
Michael’s fingers tangled deeper into Ireneās hair. He held her firmly, making sure she couldnāt pull away, and said:
“Is there anything you’ve said that I wouldnāt remember?ā
It wasnāt a lie.
When he first saw Irene, he had simply thought of her as a human woman. But at some point, he came to know this woman as his wife.
Michael had wondered how such a thing could be. And then he realized.
āIt was me.ā
It was him who had been with Irene. It was him who had existed in this world as the Monster King.
And the emotions he felt now, every one of them, were his own.
The dark desires, buried deep beneath and long suppressed by the Michael who had been with her… Those urges, grimy and hidden, clawed their way back up.
“So, darling,”
Michael brought Ireneās face even closer to his crotch.
“Go on.”
āā¦”
Irene looked at him for a moment, then let out a short sigh of resignation.
āThen, just this for today and let me rest afterward.ā
She had no idea what exactly was going on right now, but after the rough session theyād already finished, her body was on the verge of collapsing.
If this kept going, she was bound to lose consciousness.
āChomp-chomp or the Hand of Appraisal are probably nearby.ā
So she had to hold on and cling to her sanity somehow.
āButā¦ what am I even holding on for?ā
Ridiculously, in this situation, the option of “running away” didnāt even occur to her.
At first, sheād thought this wasnāt her Michael.
But after their bodies had intertwined, Irene realized sheād been wrong.
He was Michael.
Justā¦ a version of him she didnāt know.
āHm.ā
At Ireneās words, Michael looked as though he was considering them for a moment, then nodded.
āIf youāre tired, I guess I canāt help it.ā
Even as he said that, his grip tightened, urging her to hurry up.
Having gotten his answer, Irene pushed his hand away from her hair. There was no need to hold her there.
It was a slightly irritating action, but Michael seemed to enjoy it even more.
He laid back on the bed, hands clasped behind his head. Irene sat down between his legs, grabbed his impressive sword, and slowly lowered her head.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, but the mere touch of his tip was enough to make her jaw tingle.
But she couldn’t back down now.
If she didn’t do it now, he’d do it again, and he’d hold her down and not let go for a long time.
