Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 61
Translated by Elphie
When Irene woke up in the morning, he couldn’t immediately remember who she was or where she was.
Fortunately, after blinking her eyes a few times, all her memories came back, but she couldn’t lift a finger, let alone sit up. Both her body and mind were as limp as a soaked cotton ball.
Irene recalled the moment when she lost consciousness and the brief moments of clarity. Michael was persistent and tenacious. Whenever Irene seemed to give up on purification even a bit, he whispered and urged her to continue. With all her senses numbed, his words sounded like divine revelations.
She had to force herself to do as he said. When she became too exhausted, reaching a point where she couldn’t even make a sound, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
He hadn’t let go of her hand even then. Was it because of that? When he tried to stand up, Irene held him back. It must have been because she had gotten so used to him holding her.
“Oh my.”
He paused, sounding troubled.
“I’ll stay a while longer if you want.”
It wasn’t what she wanted, but he seemed to imply that he would offer as much of his body as she desired. After holding hands for a while, he finally got up.
“Haah…”
Irene sighed and pressed the back of her hand to her heated cheeks. Just how long had she spent with him yesterday?
Irene recalled the surging, fierce energy that flowed into her. It felt so terrible yet captivating, and she wondered how Michael could bear it.
‘It must just be a terrible feeling for him.’
Then Irene remembered the words he’d whispered to her.
‘Relax, don’t try to swallow it all at once. You need to get used to it now to handle something bigger later.’
At that thought, Irene’s face flushed again.
He must have said it without thinking, but she couldn’t help feeling immensely embarrassed as her mind went to lewd places.
‘But…’
He had said something similar in the past, a past that had long since passed.
“Relax, that’s how you should let it in….”
When they spent the night together in a previous life, he had whispered that to Irene when she was struggling to take his huge member for the first time. As she could barely breathe as his sizeable s***t pushed into her, she did as he asked. Like a lascivious woman, she spread her legs wide and tried to relax.
She wondered if her efforts satisfied him. He chuckled, then thrust his hips forcefully.
“Ah, ah…”
In an instant, his c*ck slid smoothly inside her. His soft laugh echoed from above.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to swallow it all at once.”
Even in his delirious state, Michael never belittled or uttered insults to her. His movements were urgent, but he never did anything to intentionally cause her pain. But that only made it harder for Irene.
When he was halfway inside her, he gently patted her shoulder in an effort to soothe her. Then he moved his hips, very slowly. It was hard enough to stay still, but his movements made her feel like she was being stretched to the point of stiffness.
She tried to pull away, writhing for pain and pleasure, when he gripped her firmly by the wrists and whispered:
“You’re going to have to hold on, because if we want to go all the way in, we have to get it right now.”
Michael spoke while keeping the thickest part deep inside for what seemed like forever. He moved slowly, taking an even longer time to ensure Irene could fully accept him. The process was painstakingly slow—so agonizingly delicate and ever so loving.
The mere recollection of it stirred her body. During the past week, he had held her passionately, occasionally displaying such tenderness.
‘But I’m the only one who remembers it anyway…’
To her current self, it was an event that never occurred, so there’s no way he’d say something like that while reminiscing about their past.
“No, but still…!”
In her moment of frustration, a knock echoed through the room.
“Miss Irene, are you awake?”
“Oh, yes!”
At the sound of the maids’ voices, Irene pushed herself up with all her might. The maids who entered soon noticed Irene’s disheveled state and looked concerned.
“You must have had a hard time purifying yesterday.”
“Yes, it was enormous…” she replied weakly, then realized the misleading nature of her words and hastily added, “Oh, I mean, the magical power!”
“Perhaps it’s because he just returned after subduing a higher-level dungeon,” continued Irene, “the magical power was too strong. My abilities are very limited, so it was challenging just holding hands with him…”
Even as she spoke, Irene could feel her face heating up.
“That must have been tough. Even after soloing a higher-level dungeon, there’s a buzz in the fortress about Sir Michael’s achievements. I heard he helped others and perfectly handled everything. Yet, it seems purification is still necessary. You must have worked really hard, Miss Irene.”
Contrary to Irene’s worries, the maid responded with a delighted expression, expressing deep gratitude. It seemed like she hadn’t even considered the possibility of Michael and Irene mixing their bodies for purification, unlike other pairs.
Irene wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or grateful for that.
‘Of course, why would they think otherwise?’
Even though their relationship had changed, Michael’s demeanor remained the same. He continued to be kind and polite to everyone in the fortress, always bowing respectfully to the maids, unlike most others who ignored or treated them rudely.
His aversion to intimacy remained unchanged. Except for purification, he still kept a few steps away from Irene, trying to maintain a respectful distance. So everyone couldn’t help but to believe in his innocence.
Irene had barely gotten cleaned up with the help of the maid when another maid came in.
“Mistress Irene, you have a visitor. A priest has come at Sir Michael’s request.”
At Michael’s request?
