CH 17 purifying Pleasure

Her clasped hands felt like they were burning.

A fiery heat, starting from the point of contact, swiftly spread throughout her entire body. It consumed her, searing every vein.

Irene’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, it almost felt as if she was being suffocated.

As the initial shock subsided, a lingering warmth, like a delicate touch penetrating her entire being, replaced it.

Her strength weakened and devoid of any will to resist, the warmth manifested as small flames, bursting forth from various parts of her body.

“Ah!”

Light flashed before her eyes and she shuddered. Her slightly parted lips continued to release involuntary moans that she couldn’t quite swallow.

‘Why is this happening…?! It wasn’t like this before!’

Irene vividly remembered the sensation when she purified him in her past life.

‘Back then, it just felt warm…’

Magic was like an everlasting flame. The more it accumulated, the larger the fire became, the more it burned away at your mind and dismantled your reason. It was a sinister blaze that, when built up, turned into a force making one relinquish their humanity.

The purifier stood as the sole entity capable of completely extinguishing that blaze.

While the purifier endured an uncontrollable burning sensation, the knights became increasingly add*cted to the overpowering touch of purification. However, this was merely the knights’ perspective. For the purifiers, it was a taste of death. They had to extinguish the flames the other harbored within them.

It wasn’t easy to extinguish a flame that consumes reason. Above all, purifiers, constantly influenced by the magic throughout the process, often found themselves letting go of their sanity.

Magic dismantled reason, dredging up the lowly nature buried in our deepest recesses. Thus, purifiers had to strive to hold onto their sanity during the purification, as the influence of magic threatened to break them.

However, this was not a universal experience for all purifiers. A robust purification ability could extinguish even the fiercest flames. Irene, however, with her Grade 10 purification ability, struggled to grasp onto the flickering magic. While others molded and wielded it, to her, magic was nothing more than a strange force that burned hot.

In her past life, Irene had no one to ask about proper purification, so she shared her experiences with Wilhelmina, the only person she knew somewhat well.

“It was just hot?”

Upon hearing Irene’s words, Wilhelmina made an expression as if she had witnessed the most pitiful person in the world, then whispered in a small voice.

“You might never know for yourself, but… purification, in reality, can be quite pl**surable. Other pairs don’t just mix bodies for the sake of purification.”

She clicked her tongue in pity. At that time, Irene thought Wilhelmina was merely teasing her.

There was no way purification could feel like that…

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Still holding onto Michael’s hand, Irene trembled. The sparks that erupted from every part of her body showed no signs of subsiding. Her breathing became erratic, and her vision blurred. However, her other senses heightened.

The fire he held within his hand, clasped with hers, continued to surge.

‘Just how much has it accumulated?’

Even in their past life, when he obliterated more than ten dungeons in a single day, the accumulated magic in him was nothing compared to this. Currently, an enormous amount of magic continued to pour into her, unlike anything she had experienced before.

It was as if he had become magic itself.

At this rate, he was going to completely destroy Irene’s sanity before he could purify him. What distressed Irene the most was the sensation coursing through her entire body.

“Ha, hahng! Ah, ah…!”

Amidst the incessant moans, Irene began to realize that something other than pain was starting to take root.

‘I need to let go…!’

She knew she had to regain her composure and attempt to cleanse him again more cautiously. Realizing what she needed to do, she tried to release his hand.

However, at that moment, Michael forcefully tightened his grip.

“…!”

Surprised, Irene tried to jerk her hand away, but it was in vain. As if he couldn’t let go under any circumstances, Michael tightened his grip even more.

That wasn’t the end of it. Unnoticed, his long, sturdy fingers smoothly slithered between hers. His rough calluses from years of wielding a sword grazed against the tender skin between her fingers. Now, as if asserting ownership, he firmly clasped her hand, repeating the motion of squeezing and releasing.

“Ah, uh…”

With each strong clasp of his hand around hers, the intensity of the magic flowing from him grew stronger.

“Th-that’s enough, let go!”

Sensing that something might go wrong, Irene tried to pull her hand away again. However, the more she resisted, the tighter Michael held onto her.

His insistence on never letting go baffled her. This wasn’t like him.

As their skin touched and the contact area widened, the magic Irene felt became even more visceral as they pressed closer. Once again, the flames engulfed her. The frenzied bursts of flame transformed into a subtle pl**sure, spreading throughout her entire body.

In the midst of this, Michael’s actions had taken on a strange rhythm. He spread his fingers, pushed into her, and withdrew again. With each movement between their intertwined fingers, she involuntarily shuddered, feeling tingling sensations in places other than her hand.

Unconsciously, her body hunched, and her legs drew together.

“Uh, yes! Ugh!”

Amidst the moans, a recognizable cry mixed in with the sighs. Whether it was due to the heat or the sweat on her tightly clasped hand, she could now hear the squishing noise of fl*sh on fl*sh.

In the end, Irene surrendered any resistance. Instinctively realizing that resisting only made her own suffering worse, she relaxed her body, relying on the hand that held her captive.

She realized in that moment that this power wouldn’t let go even in death. So, it was better to quickly submit and seek mercy.

Perhaps he sensed her no longer fighting back. The grip that held her tightly slightly loosened.

“Hmmph…”

Even that small release caused Irene to groan, collapsing onto the table, trembling.

Then, a low voice sounded above her.

“You did well.”

What did she do well? Irene couldn’t afford the leisure to contemplate the answer. Her limp body twitched. The robe, carelessly strewn on her shoulders, was already crumpled on the floor, but she had no mind to pay attention to such things.

“I rushed things.”

Saying so, Michael pulled her arm. Her body, already limp and sagging, was drawn closer to him so easily.

“I sincerely apologize for not handling this delicately. So…” He whispered in Irene’s ear once again, “Please continue to purify me.”

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“Haah… Haah…”

Irene, still collapsed on the table, let out labored breaths. She had no idea what had just happened or how much time had passed. The only thing she remembered was that Michael hadn’t let go of her hand.

“You must be exhausted.”

The concern in his voice almost felt nauseatingly repulsive. As if he wasn’t the reason she was so exhausted in the first place.

“Nevertheless, you’ve stabilized a lot. So, please, just one more time.”

With those words, before Irene could mentally prepare herself, he tightly gripped her hand again.

“Oh, ugh!”

She was caught off guard.

Her limp body jerked, trembling as if struck by lightning. And soon after, she collapsed back onto the table, completely drained. Irene couldn’t do anything. She had no strength left, not even to lift a finger. It felt like her mind was melting into a mess. Her entire body seemed to quiver like pudding, and she lay there unable to even breathe properly.

He finally released the hand he had been holding onto for a while.

After a moment, she heard his calm voice say, “Thank you for your purification.”

She recognized that voice, those same words. In her past life, when Michael was heavily contaminated, Irene had held his hand several times. Each time, he would turn his head away, unable to hide his discomfort. Once the lengthy purification was over, he would express his gratitude and promptly leave.

Thinking that he would leave immediately, Irene’s body floated into the air. Michael was holding her. He gently laid Irene on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

“It must have been tough, so please rest well.”

As he was about to leave, Irene managed to muster enough strength to grab onto him.

“W-Wait a moment…”

At that feeble gesture, Michael stopped dead in his tracks.

“What’s the matter?”

“Um, I have a favor to ask, so if you could…?”

“Please, go on.”

Irene, with trembling lips, finally voiced the thought she had been mulling over.

“Once a week… please.”

Michael’s face hardened.

He quickly repeated in a questioning tone, “Once a week?”

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