Blood of Someone Else? What Then?
But is it not the blood of a monster? Then what blood is it?
At his answer, Irene’s eyes widened in shock.
Could it be… a human’s?
At that moment her thoughts raced this far, Irene could not help but frantically search his abdomen and chest. She worried he might have suffered a severe injury.
The thin clothes soaked in blood clung to her body, revealing his contours even more vividly.
She groped all over him desperately, but there was no tear in Michael’s clothing, and of course no wound to be felt.
Then what was this…?
It’s the blood of another person.
Even if it belonged to someone else, it was horrifying, but Irene exhaled a sigh of relief all the same, since he was safe.
His eyes, watching her, narrowed slightly. It seemed he was surprised by her reaction.
Irene, unaware of his change, asked urgently.
“Mi… cael….”
Then she realized her mouth was still blocked beneath his large hand.
“Ah.”
He too had now realized he was also blocking her mouth and let out a short sound.
If he had known, he should have withdrawn his hand immediately. After all, that was only natural from the man who always kept distance from her.
But even after realizing his hand was covering her face, Michael did not pull it away.
Why?
When Irene looked at him curiously, he finally released the hand he had been holding her mouth with. But he simply let go of the pressure he had been applying; his hand still rested over her face.
Irene had no idea what was going through his mind and stayed still while he moved his hand again.
He gently wiped the sweat flowing down her forehead with his fingers.
She had thought that would be the end of his touch.
But the hand that had wiped away the sweat and organized her hair slowly moved lower.
His fingers brushed her straight eyebrows leisurely. When they reached her eyelashes, Irene could no longer endure the tickle and closed her eyes.
She hoped it would make her feel a little less embarrassed, but his fingers gliding across the delicate downy hair on her face felt even more intense, as if mocking her thoughts.
The fingers that had playfully tapped the tip of her nose moved further down.
The tip of his thick thumb softly rubbed and pressed her lips.
……!
Irene could no longer pretend she did not know.
This action clearly carried meaning.
She was even more confused. If it had been anyone else, it would not have been so surprising. But the one touching her was Michael.
Until just this afternoon, he had been a man who sat at a distance from her. A polite knight who never crossed the line, pure and chaste.
How could such a man be touching her face with clear intent to harass?
Could I be dreaming right now?
There was no other possible answer no matter how much she thought.
At that moment, his fingers, which had been hesitating and nibbling her lips, gained strength.
Even though he had only added a little pressure, Irene’s mouth opened weakly. Through the slightly parted lips, white even teeth and a wet glistening red tongue came into view. The smile that had lingered on his face disappeared.
Disregarding all restraint, he looked at Irene for a long time, then slowly pushed his thumb into her mouth as if deciding.
Only a single finger entered, but Irene could not help making a choking sound.
However, Michael did not pull his finger out. Instead, he pushed deeper and repeated the slow in-and-out motion.
During that time, his fingers became bolder.
At first it had only been teasing inside, but gradually it plunged deeper, stroking the soft inner mucous membrane of her mouth.
Irene’s face flushed red at the slow, slippery movement of his fingers.
Gradually it became uncomfortable, and a faint nausea began to rise.
Then, when his finger brushed the deep inside of her throat, Irene shook her head with a gag.
Was he aware that Irene was struggling?
His finger that had been trying to push in more firmly came to a gentle rest on her tongue.
Irene, realizing Michael would not pull his finger out, carefully moved her tongue.
If he would not withdraw, she would have to get used to it.
Every time she moved her tongue, his thick long finger poked at the inside of her mouth.
After enduring several retches and moving her tongue more, she finally managed to hold him comfortably.
Ha… ah….
The one who had carelessly entered her mouth was him, yet Irene worried she might bite him by mistake and opened her mouth even wider.
“Is it difficult?”
At his calm question, Irene nodded cautiously in response.
She simply could not understand why he was inserting his finger so deep into her mouth.
“I haven’t even inserted it much… If it’s this difficult, it’s troublesome.”
He shook his head, clicking his tongue as if truly sorry.
She had no idea what was troublesome.
Irene, unable to understand his words, wished he would simply pull his finger out.
Fortunately, Michael did not push in further and slowly withdrew his finger. Perhaps because he had stirred her tongue so roughly.
His finger, now out of her mouth, glistened wetly in the moonlight streaming through the window.
Still unable to believe what was happening, Irene stared blankly at his finger when Michael brought it to his own mouth.
“W-what are you doing?!”
At that sight, Irene shot up in shock. But the hand firmly holding her waist did not let go.
Because of that, Irene had to watch his appearance right in front of her while writhing.
He slowly licked his finger as if savoring the greatest delicacy in the world.
Yet his gaze remained fixed solely on Irene.
Licking a finger was not particularly extraordinary. After all, had anyone not tried to suck a finger once in their life?
It was not uncommon to accidentally lick something sticky that had splashed on food.
That was what she had thought…
But Irene found herself hypnotized by Michael, who moved his tongue as if to show it off right before her eyes.
“Why….”
She could not bring herself to say why he was licking the finger that had entered her mouth and only mumbled.
But that alone seemed to convey her doubt, for Michael answered with a slight smile.
“For purification.”
At the word “purification,” Irene felt as if she had been doused with cold water and came to her senses.
The basis of purification was maximum skin contact between the two, but to cleanse deeper contamination even faster, the partner’s bodily fluids were even more effective.
That was why, after forming a pair, they not only kissed but also naturally shared their bodies afterward.
Although she had experienced sharing bodies with him in her past life, she had vowed that would never happen this time. Because of that, she had not even considered that his actions might be part of purification.
“I-I see… If you feel better now, please let go of my hand….”
Her body was still unable to escape Michael’s arms.
No matter what, she needed to distance herself from him a little to resolve the situation.
‘By now Michael should have regained his senses a little.’
Once he did, he would surely feel ashamed of what he had done. So she needed to keep distance to ease his embarrassment.
When Irene forcibly pulled his hand away from her, he said,
“Not yet.”
“What?”
“Not yet. Purification has not ended.”
At his words, Irene hurriedly raised her head to look into his eyes.
They had been in constant contact, and he had done the actions from just a moment ago. She had thought his senses would have returned to some extent.
But the pupils she saw again were still the same deep crimson as before.
Irene simply could not understand. Purification was still ongoing, and she had felt a tingling sensation on her body even at this moment.
But Michael had not changed at all from the beginning.
Then what more did she need to do to purify him?
Before she could think of the next method, Michael tightened his arms around her waist.
Thanks to that, Irene was pulled even deeper into his embrace.
The man holding her said,
“You said you would grant me one thing if I asked.”
That was true. On the day he agreed to lead a dungeon raid for their meeting, he had said he would do so in return for her agreeing to one of his requests.
“I am asking you now. Please….”
His grip grew stronger, pressing his chest against hers.
The heartbeat of his rapidly accelerating heart, felt directly against Irene’s body.
He whispered near her ear.
“May I explore you a little more?”