Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 102
Though Michael had been frozen and unmoving at first, he soon began to move his tongue smoothly.
The sound of wet flesh brushing against wet flesh echoed in the sunlit room.
Saliva, whose origin was unclear, dripped down, but neither of them paid it any mind, continuing their kiss.
Irene gradually felt herself becoming dazed.
She couldn’t believe she was doing something so unthinkable, something she couldn’t have imagined just a few minutes earlier.
And yet, Michael wasn’t pushing her away in disgust. Instead, he was right there with her.
The night from two weeks ago remained only in fragments in Irene’s memory, but her body seemed to recall everything from just a few exchanges of their tongues.
How else could she so skillfully open her throat to accept his tongue so deeply?
After kissing wildly for what felt like an eternity, Irene began to feel short of breath.
But she didn’t want to stop.
Honestly… being held so tightly felt just as good as the kiss itself.
The kiss only ended when Irene, on the verge of fainting, could no longer hold out.
Sensing her body going limp in his arms, Michael finally pulled away.
“Haa, haa…”
Irene rested her forehead against his shoulder, panting heavily. Judging by the rise and fall of his shoulders, it seemed he had been holding his breath for quite some time as well.
Irene slowly moved her tongue inside her mouth.
They had been kissing for a long while, but unlike last time, her tongue didn’t ache from the base, nor did she feel nauseous from him reaching too deep.
‘There’s some improvement here.’
Not just herself—Michael’s movements had become much more skilled as well.
He knew exactly where to press inside her mouth to allow her to breathe, and how to move his tongue so she could stay comfortable.
‘Could a knight really be so skilled… even with this part of the body?’
Having never experienced this with anyone else, she couldn’t be sure.
After taking a deep breath, Michael patted Irene’s back gently as if to soothe her.
“You did well. It seems you’ll get used to it with a bit more practice. I’ll also do my best.”
“…?”
At his words, Irene, who had been leaning against him, was startled and lifted her head.
“Pardon? What do you mean by that…?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You’re my pair.”
While his words made sense, they also left her feeling strange.
Get used to it? That meant they would continue doing this in the future, didn’t it?
At first, they had only held hands, but now their physical contact was growing deeper and deeper.
‘If I get used to kissing…’
What comes after that?
As Irene’s thoughts became confused, Michael gently lowered her back to the floor.
Then, he swiftly straightened her disheveled clothes.
His hands were so efficient that he tidied her up faster and more thoroughly than the maids at the fortress. In no time, Irene looked as neat as if nothing had happened at all.
And it wasn’t just her who showed no signs of what had transpired.
Michael, who had been kissing her so passionately just moments ago, stood before her once again, completely composed and immaculate like the holy knight he had been when he first entered.
If anyone saw him now, they would never believe he had just shared a kiss with her.
While Irene stared at him in bewilderment, Michael pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit.
Once she was seated, he pushed the chair in gently and sat down next to her, in the seat Reyna had occupied earlier.
His gaze then landed on the paper on the table.
“This…”
“Oh, have you been briefed? It seems a distortion dungeon has been observed.”
Irene said hurriedly, relieved to have a topic to shift the awkwardness.
“Now that it’s been announced throughout the fortress, everyone is preparing to participate in the raid. Since there are four entrances, the fortress wants every pair to join.”
At that moment, Michael, who had been listening to her, spoke up.
“The distortion has been observed at three locations. Why did you say there are four entrances?”
“Oh, that…”
Irene faltered and clamped her mouth shut. She should have said there were only three entrances, but without realizing it, she had recalled her old memories and mentioned four.
“I must have been mistaken. I think I vaguely overheard something Reyna said earlier.”
“I see. You sounded so certain when you said there were four, so I thought perhaps you already knew about a new entrance appearing.”
For a moment, Irene felt as if her heart had dropped to the floor.
