The Husband Was Definitely a Paladin

When Michael opened his eyes again, he believed he had seen the most grotesque hallucination.

Irene lay beneath him exactly as she had appeared in his final vision. The warmth of their connected bodies made the illusion painfully vivid. It felt too real to be anything but a dream. Otherwise, how could he have been naked with her in such a tangled mess?

He lowered his gaze, and the sight that rose from his imagination was far more explicit than he had ever pictured. Every night, his growing hardness had been firmly buried deep inside her. The moment he saw it, a sharp thrill raced up his spine and flooded through his body. Without a single thought, Michael slowly moved his hips. "Ah... mmm!" The sound that escaped from her lips was so sweet it made his breath catch. The hymns of the Holy Temple could not pull him away like this. A meaningless little moan alone had completely captivated him. Michael moved slowly once more, feeling the tight heat of the woman who held him. It was so narrow that it seemed to swallow him whole. Every time he thrust, a faint pain bloomed beneath him, but that pain only fueled the pleasure. He moved slowly, savoring the inner warmth he could never get enough of. The thought flashed through his mind that he would stay like this until his last breath. His movements grew bolder with each passing moment, and as he grew more intense, so did her sweet cries. Suddenly, when he lifted his hips from one spot, her pretty lips parted and cried out, "Michael... stop...!" At that instant, Michael heard the sound of his own reason snapping. When he came back to his senses, everything was a complete mess. Earlier she had only been damp with sweat, but now her body was covered in every shade of flushed marks. Moreover, he held her even tighter, burying himself deeper than ever before. The limits of the stimulation he could endure had already been surpassed long ago. Yet what drove him madest was the sight of the traces covering her belly and the place between her legs. In the depths of the night, the desires he had poured into her hands now drenched her entire body. Even as a paladin, he was not so ignorant as to believe that a child could be carried by a bird. Michael instinctively reached down, fingers trembling as he traced the mess left by his own release. Purifiers drink medicine the moment they enter the Fortress to avoid pregnancy during their Pair period. Irene must have taken it as well. No matter how much he had released, nothing could have taken root in her belly. In that case, he should feel relieved. The moment he realized that no matter how hard he tried, nothing would change, a deep emptiness he had never known before flooded his chest. 'Irene.' It was something he would never be allowed to have for the rest of his life. Not only that, but it was something no one in the Holy Temple would ever dare to dream of. For the first time, Michael felt genuine guilt for the teachings of the Holy Temple. Everyone says God's blessing is given to all children. Then why couldn't a servant of God obtain such a blessing-laden being? Shouldn't those who draw God even closer have more children? Satisfied with his thoughts, Michael pulled the panting Irene into his arms. He had no idea what he had done in his moment of lost reason, but Irene simply hugged him and wrapped her legs around his waist as if it was only natural. "Ah..." Even with that movement, the thing still fiercely erect inside her grew even more powerful. Although he thought he had already pushed as far as possible, Michael pushed himself deeper anyway. Her tense inner walls squeezed him tighter. "Haa..." Michael thrust in and out, feeling every inch of her body. His lips devoured the swollen lips of the woman beneath him. Kissing like this had never existed in his imagination, yet his tongue moved smoothly, tasting the sweet warmth inside. He had never imagined what it would feel like to kiss someone and imagine the taste, but at this moment, Michael briefly wondered if Irene had been made of sugar. Otherwise, how could her breath smell so sweet when she exhaled? He swallowed, licked his tongue, bit his lips, and tried to devour every last part of her. Her body, already bitten and bruised, shook again. The hard part between her legs made a wet, slapping sound with each thrust. No matter how many times he thrusted, Michael knew her belly could never bear fruit, yet he still filled her with every drop. At the same time, he held her as tightly as possible, making sure she could never escape his embrace during this long coupling. It was the most beast-like act he had ever committed. After a long while, he poured in the last drop and slowly drew a deep breath. As their fluids mingled inside, his reason gradually returned. The whirlwind that had crashed against his chest calmed, and the mind boiling with pleasure slowly settled. The moment his mind fully returned to its pure state... "..." Michael jolted upright in shock. "Ah..." The moment the thing that had been filling her completely slipped out, the things he had spilled dropped heavily between her spread legs. "T-this..." He could not even finish speaking in shock. He had thought it was a hallucination. The most private fantasy that existed only inside his head, something even the gods could never see. So Michael had let everything go and moved exactly as he wanted. Yet all of it was not a hallucination. It was reality. His head slowly recovered its memories. 'I had entered the upper dungeon... I tried to save the knights in danger and ended up being torn apart by a monster. I had a wound piercing my abdomen, and after that my memories became fragmented. The other knights arrived just in time and barely saved me. After being moved outside the dungeon, I met Irene. She tried to purify me... Michael lowered his head and looked at the wound that had once pierced his stomach. Naturally, there was not a single scar left. Instead, as if her purification had simply transferred his wound to her, Irene looked worse than a wreck. Michael knew exactly what all of this meant. Irene had purified him. "I... what..." In the midst of confusion, the first thing that caught his eye was Irene's body. Her body torn apart by a beast, covered in bite marks and fingerprints. The image of a woman who had held him tight until the end, despite a one-sided relationship without consideration, and had saved him. Looking at such Irene, Michael felt a deep sense of guilt. He should have endured it somehow. Otherwise, he should have found even a little reason. No, he should never have had such desires for Irene in the first place... Disgusted by his own lowliness that had run wild in his imagination, Michael hurriedly stood up and dressed. He could not even look at Irene. He had no idea how he was supposed to face everything that had happened. As he left her room in a hurry, Michael finally realized something. From now on, he could no longer be satisfied with just his imagination. *** The decision on what to do next was made in an instant. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. Michael immediately headed to the Holy Temple. For the first time since coming to the Fortress, the chaplain welcomed him with a bright smile. "Michael, it's been such a long time." She was like an aunt to him, someone he was very close to. She invited him to come in and have tea, but Michael knelt before her at once and said, "Paladin Michael, I have come to request an audience with you, the chaplain." "..." Michael? What happened?" Michael, still kneeling, confessed his mistake. He could not lift his head and told her everything he should not have done as a servant of God, and the sincerity he had deliberately ignored until now. "That Michael of mine fell in love with her. Now I am happier hearing her voice than the voice of God. Her gaze feels warmer than sunlight, and every single action of hers makes my entire nerves stand on end. But..." Michael recalled the actions he had deliberately ignored her with until now. It must have hurt her. Michael slowly lifted his head. Now his eyes were not looking at the holy image hanging on the ceiling. Instead, beyond the window, he gazed toward the Fortress far away. "I want to go back, ask for your forgiveness for the wrong I committed, and spend the rest of my life with her." His voice, full of anticipation, rang out as he said it.