As He Said
That's what he had said.
Enough that she could feel the wetness flowing steadily between her spread thighs on her own.
“It seems your body is rather quick to become wet.”
At those words, Irene flushed a little, flustered.
“That’s because you’ve been touching and filling me like this over and over…!”
She had wanted to accuse him of making her this way, but remembering that all those memories belonged to her previous life, she fell silent.
Still, he should have at least pretended to be unaware.
“Me? What exactly did I do?”
Michael pressed on, his tone relentless, demanding an answer.
Irene gave none. Instead he reached down and stroked the soft, flat expanse of her belly with gentle fingers.
“Hic!”
That part of her was even more sensitive than she remembered.
“Aren’t you going to explain?”
“That’s… that’s…”
“And you get wet so easily.”
A wicked smile curved his lips.
“It seems you’ve been waiting for me for a very long time.”
“N-no, this is…”
Irene tried to deny it, but turned her face away and could not speak.
Her cheeks burned even brighter than the ripest autumn apples.
She had prepared herself fully. It was to accept the enormous size she had taken countless times before without complaint.
Even so, the moment Michael gripped the base of his already rigid length and rubbed it firmly against her dripping entrance, Irene let out an involuntary moan.
“Ugh…!”
The blunt head had only just begun to push in, yet she could already imagine the massive volume that would follow.
No matter how relaxed her body felt, her muscles tensed hard against the thick, firm shaft invading her.
“U-ugh…!”
Michael let out a sigh and pulled back a little, watching her bite her lip with pained sounds.
Even after only pulling out and pushing back once, the tip of his member glistened wetly, slick with the fluids she had released.
“Mi… Michael?”
Irene called out in panic as he withdrew.
In her previous life he had always pushed all the way in no matter how she struggled.
Now he was retreating over a mere moan?
Michael lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
“I thought I had tried my best, but it seems it wasn’t enough yet.”
He caught her ankles with both hands and carefully lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders.
The motion forced her body back down onto the bed.
“Michael…?”
Irene’s voice grew urgent.
Paying no attention, he pressed his lips to the tip of one outstretched leg.
Smack. Smack.
He deliberately made loud, wet sounds, trailing his lips slowly up her calf from the ankle.
When his mouth reached the soft skin behind her knee and the inner thigh, Irene shuddered.
“Hic…!”
The gap between her spread legs gushed fresh wetness.
He watched her tremble, then—still on the same path of fairness—slowly kissed and licked her other leg from below.
His lips lingered deeper than before, and Irene’s body trembled again.
She should have been easing her, yet the deeper he went, the more desperate she became.
“Michael, just… just…”
Irene could not finish her plea and let the rest trail off.
If she had said something like that, surely he would have understood and entered her properly.
While she was thinking that, Michael buried his face between her spread thighs.
“Mi… haah!”
Before Irene could push his head away, his tongue had already touched the soaking-wet spot.
He began licking upward, drawing in every drop she had spilled.
“Wha—! No! Stop—!”
Her half-lidded eyes widened in shock at the stimulation.
This… this was something she had never even imagined.
“There… it’s filthy! Why, why…”
Shame and shock made her shake violently, trying to shove his head down.
But just as before, he did not retreat.
Even as his soft golden hair tangled messily in her hands, he kept licking, devouring the fresh spring of fluid like a man who had finally found water after starving for days.
“Ahhk! A-ah, h-hng!”
She had never imagined anyone else’s mouth would be there beneath her.
She had never experienced this in her previous life either.
Because of that, Irene could not pull herself out of the shock.
She could hardly believe she was doing this with Michael now, and that the most holy knight in the world had his face buried between her legs, licking her like a starving man.
The heat rising inside her soon consumed everything.
Irene finally grabbed his head and reached her third climax.
A while later he pulled his face away.
His face was glistening with the wetness he had once kissed, and the thick fluid ran down his cheeks in strings.
Seeing that, Irene burst into tears of shame.
“S-so, please, don’t…!”
It was embarrassing to have such lewdness witnessed so closely.
But Michael only looked shamelessly pleased.
He ignored her, leaving small kisses along the deep inner thigh, then said calmly with a face covered in traces.
“I don’t understand why you’re ashamed.”
As if this were an entirely natural thing between them, why would she be?
He stroked her shivering form.
Meanwhile he had already repositioned himself between her thighs again.
When Irene reached her peak, he climaxed lightly beneath her as well.
He had thought he was too sensitive, but there was nothing he could do.
How could anyone stay calm with that sight before them?
Michael gripped his fully hardened member again and pressed it against her completely relaxed entrance.
“Irene.”
Her hiccupping sobs still echoed from the shock of his actions.
Michael clicked his tongue inwardly. He knew exactly how much those cries were driving him crazy, yet she still refused to stop.
The moment his eased entrance finally swallowed the tip of his shaft more easily than before.
Irene’s eyes, still brimming with tears, widened in surprise.
Michael kissed her adorable eyes again and again, then braced her side with one hand and lowered his body.
“Hic…!”
At that, the thickest part of him sank a little deeper inside.
Her entrance, stretched to its limit, protested the fullness with a burning ache.
Her body convulsed violently, remembering the intense pressure that would follow.
“I’m putting it in.”
She had already been filled—why was he still making sounds?
“Ah…!”
The instant his length pushed in a little further, Irene could only moan, unable to form any other sound.
The enormous foreign object that had once ravaged her began to invade her slowly once more.
Even though she had endured it many times before, the long break made everything feel brand new.
“Hah…!”
Irene wasn’t the only one struggling. Michael, lowering himself slowly above her, let out pained groans.
His veins bulged and the muscles far more beautiful than marble twitched, showing how much he was holding back.
Michael slid into her inch by inch.
“A-ah…!”
No matter how relaxed her body was, the size was impossible from the start.
He pushed in steadily, without pause, until he hit a limit and stopped moving.
Then, breathing hard with his mouth open, he whispered against her ear.
“Relax your strength.”
“But… how…?”
Irene was at a loss, and Michael’s expression grew troubled.
Before he could say more, he suddenly covered her lips with his own.
This was something he had taught her deeply all night long in the fortress—how to receive him as he pushed in.
The moment their tongues tangled and the tension eased, he thrust forward.
“…!”
With a wet smack, he buried himself to the hilt in one stroke.