Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 34
Translated by Elphie
As their skin touched and the contact area widened, the magic Irene felt became even more visceral as they pressed closer. Once again, the flames engulfed her. The frenzied bursts of flame transformed into a subtle pl**sure, spreading throughout her entire body.
In the midst of this, Michael’s actions had taken on a strange rhythm. He spread his fingers, pushed into her, and withdrew again. With each movement between their intertwined fingers, she involuntarily shuddered, feeling tingling sensations in places other than her hand.
Unconsciously, her body hunched, and her legs drew together.
“Uh, yes! Ugh!”
Amidst the moans, a recognizable cry mixed in with the sighs. Whether it was due to the heat or the sweat on her tightly clasped hand, she could now hear the squishing noise of fl*sh on fl*sh.
In the end, Irene surrendered any resistance. Instinctively realizing that resisting only made her own suffering worse, she relaxed her body, relying on the hand that held her captive.
She realized in that moment that this power wouldn’t let go even in death. So, it was better to quickly submit and seek mercy.
Perhaps he sensed her no longer fighting back. The grip that held her tightly slightly loosened.
“Hmmph…”
Even that small release caused Irene to groan, collapsing onto the table, trembling.
Then, a low voice sounded above her.
“You did well.”
What did she do well? Irene couldn’t afford the leisure to contemplate the answer. Her limp body twitched. The robe, carelessly strewn on her shoulders, was already crumpled on the floor, but she had no mind to pay attention to such things.
“I rushed things.”
Saying so, Michael pulled her arm. Her body, already limp and sagging, was drawn closer to him so easily.
“I sincerely apologize for not handling this delicately. So…” He whispered in Irene’s ear once again, “Please continue to purify me.”
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“Haah… Haah…”
Irene, still collapsed on the table, let out labored breaths. She had no idea what had just happened or how much time had passed. The only thing she remembered was that Michael hadn’t let go of her hand.
“You must be exhausted.”
The concern in his voice almost felt nauseatingly repulsive. As if he wasn’t the reason she was so exhausted in the first place.
“Nevertheless, you’ve stabilized a lot. So, please, just one more time.”
With those words, before Irene could mentally prepare herself, he tightly gripped her hand again.
“Oh, ugh!”
She was caught off guard.
Her limp body jerked, trembling as if struck by lightning. And soon after, she collapsed back onto the table, completely drained. Irene couldn’t do anything. She had no strength left, not even to lift a finger. It felt like her mind was melting into a mess. Her entire body seemed to quiver like pudding, and she lay there unable to even breathe properly.
He finally released the hand he had been holding onto for a while.
After a moment, she heard his calm voice say, “Thank you for your purification.”
She recognized that voice, those same words. In her past life, when Michael was heavily contaminated, Irene had held his hand several times. Each time, he would turn his head away, unable to hide his discomfort. Once the lengthy purification was over, he would express his gratitude and promptly leave.
Thinking that he would leave immediately, Irene’s body floated into the air. Michael was holding her. He gently laid Irene on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
“It must have been tough, so please rest well.”
As he was about to leave, Irene managed to muster enough strength to grab onto him.
“W-Wait a moment…”
At that feeble gesture, Michael stopped dead in his tracks.
“What’s the matter?”
“Um, I have a favor to ask, so if you could…?”
“Please, go on.”
Irene, with trembling lips, finally voiced the thought she had been mulling over.
“Once a week… please.”
Michael’s face hardened.
He quickly repeated in a questioning tone, “Once a week?”