Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 342
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
When Irene found herself unable to take any further, Michael said, almost smugly,
âTough for you? Should I stop?â
His voice was low and relaxed. Apparently, he was really enjoying teasing her right now.
Suddenly, on cue, Irene opened her mouth even wider, swallowing his tip completely.
âMmm…â
For the first time, a smile appeared on Michaelâs relaxed face.
But Irene didn’t have time to look at his face.
Her mouth was already full just from swallowing the tip of him, so what on earth could she do now?
That was when she froze, unable to move, unable to do anything.
âIrene.â
Michael called out to her.
The sound of his voice sent a chill down her spine.
âSlowly, try moving your tongue.â
ââŚ!â
It wasn’t the playful voice that had called her âdarlingâ just moments ago.
It was the serious, respectful voice that had always been with her.
Irene clenched her jaw in surprise and tilted her gaze upward.
It wasn’t just his tone that had changed. The way he was looking at her had changed as well.
It wasn’t like he was looking at her like she was a new toy. It was the same blue eyes she’d always seen, the ones she’d always known, the ones that had a deep, soulful look in them.
Surprised, Irene removed her lips from his girth to speak to him.
âMichael, you’ve finally come to your senses!â
But she couldn’t finish the sentence.
It was because, with far more force than before, he had once again pushed himself into her mouth.
“You can’t let go, Irene. You promised to do it.”
The blunt end of his p***s rubbed viciously over her closed lips.
Eventually, she had no choice but to open her mouth again and swallow his c**k.
They were back to where they started. With his other hand, Michael grasped her under the chin and gave it a slight pull.
Naturally, her mouth opened even wider, and he pushed his c**k in a little further.
As a physiological reaction to his fullness in her mouth, Irene’s eyes flushed and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Michael looked at her in ecstasy, and spoke softly.
âSwallow it all the way down.â
It was the purest, most lustful desire he had ever had, not even in his wildest dreams.
***
Crunch crunch crunch.
In an instant, several apples vanished into Chomp-chompâs mouth.
Ptuh ptuh ptuh ptuh ptuh!
A moment later, Chomp-chomp spat out a shower of apple cores and seeds, then wrapped his body around a nearby apple tree and shook it wildly.
The tree trembled, and ripe apples rained down to the ground in a flurry.
Chomp-chomp extended another tentacle and swept up all the fallen apples into a pile.
[Mine! Theyâre all my apples!]
His voice rang out, full of glee.
As he stuffed more apples into his mouth, he mumbled to himself:
[When I see His Majesty again, Iâm gonna tell him we should just stay in this world. Iâm voting yes on this one! Heehee. What kind of apples are this delicious?]
Watching the blissful Chomp-chomp, the Hand of Appraisal tapped the ground disapprovingly with its seven fingers.
Then it began writing something on the ground.
– Greedy tentacle brat.
If it had a mouth, it wouldâve let out a sigh deep enough to sink the ground.
Just a moment ago, it had been bawling, saying it hated this placeâand now look at it, acting like this the moment it found an apple tree.
Leaving the excited Chomp-chomp behind, the Hand of Appraisal turned its body and looked off into the distance.
This higher-dimensional plane was a bizarre patchwork of a place.
The area where Chomp-chomp and the Hand were now looked no different from the human world, but in the distance, the landscape of the monster realm could be seen.
It was as if someone had cut out pieces from different places and pasted them together at random.
Or perhaps…
It looked more like a dumping ground where each world discarded what it no longer needed, or what it wished to hide.
If that were the caseâŚ
The Hand of Appraisal turned its body toward the place where the aura of the Monster King and Queen could be felt.
âWhat exactly did the Monster King throw away here?â
