Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 60
Translated by Elphie
Even though she knew better than anyone that it was nothing more than a gesture to send the magic out to purify…
“Ah, uh, ah!”
Irene choked back a half-muffled groan. She lowered her head bashfully, realizing that she’d done it again in front of him, just like last time. It only made her feel more embarrassed that he could see her lower half squirming in her seat.
“Please, stop! Enough!”
Failing to push him away, Irene attempted to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She gasped, more violently than the last time, perhaps because she was taking in more magic.
“No, not yet. Just a little longer, please.”
Repeating the same words like a parrot, Michael continued to hold onto her. Her voice cracked with tears as she realized he wouldn’t let go.
Strangely, since returning to the past, only Michael had changed from his previous life. In the past, if she had asked him to let go, he would have immediately done so. No, they wouldn’t even have been in such an intimate situation to begin with.
That’s why Irene was so terrified.
She couldn’t predict what Michael would do next, and for a moment she was gripped with fear that the future with him might not be what she thought it would be.
He loosened his grip, but didn’t let go of their entwined hands, and slowly pressed my fingers between hers, rubbing them together.
It was just an action of fingers brushing against each other, but strangely, it felt very e****c to Irene. It was as if something other than a finger was rubbing against her insides…
Then Michael leaned down and whispered in Irene’s ear.
“We’ll build it up slowly.”
He must have been referring to the magic they would infuse in the ring. Understanding that, Irene’s body trembled violently, as if she had heard something she shouldn’t have. When she tried to step back, the enormous magical energy once again flowed through her from his hands.
It was too strong for her purification powers to handle yet. Her trembling body ultimately couldn’t withstand the force and collapsed towards the backrest of the sofa.
Even with Irene showing such visible signs of distress, Michael’s grip remained firm. No, rather, the magical energy continued to push forcefully into Irene’s body without an end in sight.
She tried to avoid it at all costs, but then she realized. There was no way to escape this except to cleanse herself of it.
Her legs gave out as she struggled to escape. Irene tried to relax her body as much as she could, letting the magic wash over her.
“Ah, hnnn….”
However, the sensation of being filled as if her body were going to burst made her tense up again.
“Hnn, uh, yes….”
She attempted to find a slightly more comfortable position by moving, but the more she tried, the more she keenly felt the magical energy entering her.
Then, again, Michael whispered.
“Relax, take it slow. Don’t try to swallow what’s coming in all at once, but take it in little by little, starting at the end.”
Overwhelmed by discomfort, Irene’s hazy mind absorbed his words. Not knowing what else to do, she followed his advice.
Slowly, she tried to accept what he was shoving into her without resisting. With each labored breath, the pain gradually subsided.
Irene took a deep breath and began the process of purifying the magic that had entered her. Starting from the end, as if caressing the magic, she slowly purified it, and before she knew it, the pain was diminishing.
“Haah, ha…”
Even the erratic breaths began to find a steady rhythm, and her convulsing body slowly started to relax.
Michael smiled with approval and whispered again.
“You’re doing well. I’ll ask for purification more frequently in the future. It will make it easier to accept even bigger things later on.”
Irene nodded absentmindedly, knowing that even if it was easier, it was still overwhelming. Yes, if she did as he said, she’d get used to this eventually.
Irene struggled to lift her head. Through the blur of sweat and heat, she could see Michael smiling.
It was a strange experience. He’d never smiled like that when he was in contact with her in the past…
“Irene.”
As if telling me not to think of anything else, he firmly grasped her hands again.
“Bear with me one more time.”
“Hmph!”
Another unbearable rush of magic came over her.
Irene’s memory ended there.
* * *
And the next day.
“I’m Grade 8?”
Irene couldn’t believe what she heard.
