Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 88
As her tongue moved, his thick, long finger prodded the inside of her mouth.
Suppressing her gag reflex a few times, she managed to adjust and hold his finger more comfortably.
“Hah, nnh…”
Even though he was the one who had inserted it without warning, Irene feared she might accidentally bite down, so she opened her mouth wider to avoid such a mishap.
“Is this difficult for you?”
At his calm question, Irene nodded slightly, too cautious to speak.
She couldn’t understand why he was pushing his finger so deeply into her mouth.
“I’ve barely put it in… If this is too much for you, we’ve got a problem.”
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if genuinely disappointed.
What problem exactly? Irene couldn’t grasp his meaning and just wanted him to remove his finger.
Fortunately, Michael slowly withdrew his finger, though her mouth tingled from where he had forcefully roamed.
In the dim light streaming through the window, she could see his finger glistening with moisture.
Before she could comprehend what had just happened, Michael brought his finger to his own mouth.
“W-What are you doing!”
Startled, Irene shot up, but his strong arm around her waist still held her firmly in place.
She struggled, but was forced to watch as he slowly licked his finger like a connoisseur savoring a fine delicacy.
Even as he licked, his gaze remained fixed on Irene.
Licking a finger wasn’t inherently unusual—everyone does it at some point, whether from eating or otherwise…
But no matter how she tried to rationalize it, she was mesmerized by the sight of him doing it right before her eyes.
“Why…?”
She couldn’t bring herself to finish the question, unable to ask outright why he was licking the finger that had been in her mouth.
But it seemed that her unspoken question was clear enough, as Michael gave a small smile and answered,
“For purification.”
The word purification snapped Irene back to reality, as if cold water had been poured over her.
In the most intimate forms of purification, direct contact with another’s body was required, and sometimes, sharing bodily fluids accelerated the process.
It was common for pairs to kiss or even engage physically when deep purification was necessary.
Despite having shared a similar experience with Michael in her past life, Irene had promised herself that it wouldn’t happen again in this life, which was why she hadn’t even considered his actions as part of the purification.
“Right… If you’re feeling better now, could you let go of me?”
She was still tightly held within his embrace.
Whatever the case, she needed to distance herself from him to regain control of the situation.
Michael should have come to his senses by now.
Once he fully regained his composure, he would undoubtedly feel embarrassed about his behavior.
She thought it would be better to give him some space to lessen the awkwardness for him.
Just as Irene reached up to pry his hand away, he spoke again.
“It’s not over yet.”
“…What?”
“The purification isn’t finished.”
Irene quickly looked up at him.
They had been in constant physical contact, and given what had just happened, she thought he would have regained some clarity by now.
But his eyes, still locked on her, remained as intensely red as they had been from the start.
She couldn’t understand. The purification was clearly happening—her body was still tingling with the sensation.
Yet Michael showed no signs of change.
What more could she do to complete the purification?
Before she could even think of the next step, Michael tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her deeper into his embrace.
His voice was steady as he spoke.
“You told me once that if I made a request, you would grant it.”
He was right. When she had asked for his help with the dungeon raid for their gathering, he had asked her to fulfill a request in return.
“I’m asking you now… please…”
As he spoke, he pressed their bodies together even more, his chest against hers, the pounding of his heart unmistakable.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered,
“Would you allow me to desire you a little more?”
