The Night of the Contract — A Promise Kept
Despite hoping for some other method to raise purification power.
“Ah… ahh……!”
Irene writhed on the bed, clutching the sheets desperately.
Her thighs parted with a sudden jolt. Naturally, Michael’s head lay nestled between them.
If her dress had a wide skirt, she might have struggled, but the fabric was unnaturally stiff and unyielding.
The hem of the dress was far too narrow, rendering her futile kicks useless.
And every movement only made Michael’s tongue, buried between her legs, work harder.
In the end, Irene gave up trying to push him away and gripped the sheets with all her strength.
It would have been fine if she could just watch him move.
But she could never predict what lay beneath the fabric, so every time his tongue delved deeper, she shuddered and squirmed.
“Irene… here……”
As he lifted his head to murmur, hot breath brushed her sensitive spot, sending her mind spinning.
“Don’t… don’t say… ahh!”
Michael lifted his gaze, calm and admiring, while Irene’s legs thrashed in surprise.
It was always so beautiful to see, yet the sight of her flushed and glistening only made him lose his mind.
‘Don’t speak.’
He had praised her nonstop, yet it seemed her words hadn’t reached him.
It was hardly a difficult request anyway.
He simply closed his mouth as instructed.
His lips, however, never lost their wicked hunger.
Even though she was already soaked, he wanted more, flicking his tongue shallowly or deeply inside her.
Soon her slender legs trembled as they held his head.
But Michael hardened his resolve.
There were still many things left to do today. He could not let her suffer like this.
His mischievous tongue pushed harder, making her hips rock even more.
He had slain countless monsters, and all their demonic energy now belonged to him.
That was why even every purifier in the world could not purify it completely.
Yet every time he tasted Irene’s rich scent, he felt a refreshing clarity, as though he had entered pure water.
Ah… you are still…
Filled with pride at his perfect Pair, Michael buried his proud nose between her thighs once more.
His tongue pressed and rubbed her swollen peak, making her hips buck wildly.
“Ah… ahh!”
A voice soaked in pleasure reached his ear.
Michael did not care. The moment he pressed down firmly enough to feel her giving way.
Her lower body, already drenched, suddenly flooded again. At the same time, her legs clamped tightly around his head.
Thanks to that, Michael enjoyed her from below at his own leisurely pace.
Moments later, her trembling legs gave out and released him.
Yet the rough sound of her panting reached his ears, accompanied by soft whimpers he could not see.
He could imagine them without looking.
Her round, adorable eyes must be red and swollen from tears.
Her lips parted slightly, releasing sweet breaths.
Just imagining it made his lower body swell painfully.
Should he push her down again?
Michael slowly pulled himself free.
His dignified face, usually bowed only before him, now looked utterly shameless as he licked his lips and slipped out from beneath her skirt.
The moment the skirt moved aside, Irene’s exact appearance appeared before his eyes.
Her eyes were unfocused, chest heaving with labored breaths.
Michael’s hand slid down to grip his own swollen desire.
Irene’s eyes fluttered, and she turned her body.
Then, on all fours, she crawled toward the bedpost.
Instinctive flight, knowing exactly how intense the act would become.
Of course, against the strongest knight on the continent, it was meaningless.
A large hand gently yet firmly seized her ankle and pulled her back.
SPLASH.
Even as an adult woman, Irene returned to his side too easily.
“Michael, please… stop. Today I can’t… I have to capture the monsters……”
Before she could finish, Michael was already on top of her, pinning her between his thighs.
Just as she had pinned him between hers moments ago.
He slowly pressed his body against her back.
And covered her clutching hands with his own.
His lower body, enclosing her like a fortress, pressed against the round swell of her rear.
The clear outline and immense mass pressing behind made Irene gasp.
She had thought he would strip her clothes away soon.
“Very well. When have I ever failed to obey you when you asked?”
He answered with a bold tone and deliberately rubbed against her.
HUFF!
For a split second, she feared he would tear the fabric and enter.
Of course, he did not push inside. But the throbbing of the pillar beyond the cloth left her even more tense.
Michael continued moving his hips slowly.
It was only motion, yet…
“Ha… ah……”
Her body, already on edge, rocked as if trying to push him away while he merely rubbed.
But the action only stirred his desire further.
He interlaced his fingers and held her hands tightly. This was the touch he loved most.
Binding her so she would never let go.
“Irene, you must purify me.”
As he whispered in her ear while she surrendered to his movements, he urged her not to slack.
KISS. KISS.
Light kisses landed on her ear and cheek without pause.
Below, his lewd hip movements never stopped. Above, he acted like a young lover begging for affection.
The vast difference left Irene unable to clear her mind.
Yet she summoned her strength in response to his plea for purification.
She was now a 4th-rank purifier.
So she should be familiar with absorbing his demonic energy by now.
But the power pressing into every inch of her body was simply overwhelming.
“Ah… ugh……”
Tears welled in her eyes again.
How much more until all the remaining demonic energy inside him vanished?
Irene wanted to purify it completely.
That was why, even now, she took it all without complaint.
As she accepted him, heat spread through her body.
The excitement of her flesh and the strain of purification boiled her mind.
‘Just a little more……’
Suddenly, the thought made her tremble.
More? More what?
As if answering her, he thrust his hips upward.
“Hah!”
The mass pressing behind pulsed even harder. It seemed to ask why she resisted when she wanted it.
Her body, already on fire, could take no more.
Soon Irene had completely surrendered, melting into the weight holding her.
Michael’s body rocked. If anyone saw them now, they would think these two perfectly matched bodies were madly in love.
Their combined rhythm grew fiercer until they reached climax together.
“Uuuu……”
“Kuh……”
Both cried out at once.
Michael breathed heavily but never fully withdrew.
He knew exactly how difficult it would be for her beneath him.
He also never forgot to rub his lower body, dripping with desire, against her rear.
After a moment, he sat up and gently brushed her hair.
Once he had tidied her sweat-soaked silver locks, he sighed at the beauty of her slender neck.
Without hesitation, he buried his face there and licked the sweat from her skin.
It, too, aided his purification greatly.
After a long while, focus returned to Irene’s eyes.
Quickly, Michael pressed against her again.
“Then I will start again.”
At his words, Irene turned her head and looked at him.
Her eyes brimmed with resentment.
But Michael did not retreat. She had not said she did not want it even while glaring.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He asked, wanting her answer.
Her adorable lips trembled. It drove him mad.
He wanted to lean down and bite those lips right away, yet he waited patiently.
After a while, Irene pouted and whispered.
“Just… just do it.”
Michael did not question what she meant.
He knew better than anyone what she wanted.
He placed a hand on her back and pressed gently.
With no resistance, Irene’s body collapsed onto the bed again.
Michael seized the top of the tightly buttoned dress. And…
CRACK!
With a rough sound, the buttons scattered across the floor.
With one tug, he turned the garment into rags.
Lying beneath her, he reached beneath her belly and lifted her hips.
He stroked the swell before him gently, as if in awe, and said,
“As you wish.”
SQUELCH.
The blunt tip of his length parted the slick folds, and a lewd, wet sound filled the air.
“I will just do it.”
In the next instant, he plunged deep into the narrow passage he had loosened with desire.