Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 344
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
âIt doesnât count until I c*m. Thatâs one round. And the next one hasnât happened yet.â
ââŚâ
Irene could only respond with stunned silence, her mouth agape.
Every time he said something like this, she wondered⌠Was this really Michael? The same man who could command a room with a glance, who wore silence like armor?
Of course, it wasnât as if heâd never said things like this before. But those moments were rare enough to count on one hand, and none of them ever felt this crass.
Back then, even when Michael did let something improper slip, he would go red in the face the next moment and say, âPlease disregard my previous statement,â as if the words had escaped without permission.
Now, as Irene stared at him, too stunned to speak, he plucked the glass from her hand and tossed it aside somewhere out of sight, then pulled her right back into his arms.
âWhat? You donât like when I talk like this?â
ââŚâ
âThen Iâll say it the way you like.â
And with that, Michael lifted her up, lowering her gently to the floor beside the bed. Then he moved between her legs, settling in with practiced ease.
His length hovered right in front of her again.
Even after all that time spent tending to him, the sight still made her cheeks burn. Reflexively, she looked up, meeting his gaze.
âIrene, if you would be so kind as to assist just a little more, I believe I may finally be able to finish.â
His voice had shifted to the calm, formal, back to the man she knew. There he was.
Absurdly enough, in that moment, Irene felt her heart flutter.
âHow⌠do I?â
She hated herself a little for asking. But at last, he seemed willing to explain how this would end. And at this point, she desperately needed to know.
She was nearing her limit.
Entering a dungeon and crossing dimensions werenât remotely the same in terms of stamina drain. Especially not this oneâthis place was a high-level dimension. Just stepping through it had nearly emptied her, the nausea hitting before sheâd even finished materializing.
By all rights, she should have been resting by now. Somewhere safe, guarded by Michael, Chomp-chomp, and the Hand of Appraisalâher body recharging while her mind caught its breath.
Instead, the moment they arrived, Michael had swept her off to some unknown room and started a session that, frankly, still hadnât ended. And worse, he was now pestering her to satisfy him properly.
âIf I fall asleep like thisâŚâ
Judging from the look in his eye, Michael wouldnât care one bit. Heâd just keep going regardless. Sleep or no sleep.
Rest was a fantasy. Worse still, this version of Michaelâthis Monster King versionâwas clearly several layers more unhinged than usual.
If she tried to fall asleep, he would deliberately be rough with her to keep her awake.
As if he didnât care whether she was having a hard time or not.
âIt’s not difficult. You just need to use your body more.â
With that, Michael’s hands slid down to grasp the b*****s that had bounced in front of him a moment ago.
His hands, more insistent than his gaze, cupped the tips of her b*****s, her n*****s hardening with excitement.
âHmph!â
Startled, Irene tried to pull his hand away, but Michael didn’t let go, tugging at her b****t.
Inevitably, Irene’s body followed his hand and she fell forward, grabbing his thighs.
Michael grabbed her other b****t with his other hand and placed his c**k between them.
Irene lowered her gaze. She could see his length, wedged between her b*****s like a giant branch.
Was this what he meant when he said she needed to use her body more?
Michael wasnât satisfied with just her lips; he even wanted to rub his manhood against her b*****s.
âY-You⌠even though itâs because of the miasma, how could you do thisâŚâ
Irene muttered with barely concealed disgust, and Michael said,
âItâs not because of the miasma.â
He grabbed her b*****s, lifting them up and pressed his monstrous c**k between them.
âI always have these thoughts. Every day, every moment, whenever I look at you.â
ââŚLies.â
She knew that Michael lusted after her.
But the usual Michael was so chaste in bed that it feels like a lie compared to this side of him.
He deliberately didnât give in even when she tried to seduce him.
âItâs not a lie. The lies are told by the usual me. Here, nowâŚâ
Michael tightened his grip on her b****t.
Her pale, soft b*****s gently pressed against the veins running up and down that pillar of flesh.
He rubbed it so many times, and before long, his c**k twitched and released his seed.
A dizzying splatter of white spurted over Irene’s defenseless face.
âAhâŚâ
As Irene stood there, speechless and dazed by the viscous liquid that covered her, Michael reached out and grabbed her chin.
Then he smiled and said:
âThis is the most honest version of me, Irene.â
His lips engulfed hers, still marked by him.
Irene sensed it instinctively.
That Michael would not keep his promise to let her rest.
