The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 10

Chapter 10

TW: Sexual content

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"Ines, stop. I haven't finished."

"I don't want to hear more."

"No, listen.”

Cárcel gently grabbed Ines's wrist.

...Grabbed? He looked at his own hand, which had instinctively seized Ines's wrist without even knowing what to do, and then at Ines, who nervously flicked his hand away. What's going on? Why am I doing this…….

However, Ines's face as she abruptly turned to him was even more absurd. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] He was left dumbfounded by the distorted face soaked in tears. Ines with such a face.

As he stared, unable to even catch his breath for a moment, his lips suddenly planted a soft kiss, completely unrelated to his consciousness.

"Listen properly. Ines Valeztena. I..."

"I don't want to hear."

"For God's sake, just listen. It's not what you think."

"If it's not that, then what? How should I interpret the relationship between you and that woman?”

A multitude of question marks filled Cárcel's mind. First, what on earth is the situation? Secondly, why is this hand holding that wrist again? Thirdly, why is this damn mouth moving on its own? Fourthly, you and that woman……

… Relationship between you and that woman?”

Ines Valeztena is talking about "you and that woman"?

"There's nothing to interpret. It's nothing.”

Not even knowing who that woman is, his lips once again planted a soft kiss, and even his arm seemed to swiftly rise, pulling Ines close and embracing her. Pulled, embraced.

…..What just happened?

"Let go, release me...!"

Cárcel was holding Ines, and simultaneously, he was overwhelmed with an incredibly bewildering feeling. Truly, this was not intentional.

Moreover, what was with this dramatic atmosphere? And why did Ines's voice suddenly sound so sharp…

"Ines, you know it means nothing if it's not you.”

It felt like the sky was falling. Meaning? What? If not you, what? It was a phrase that he couldn't believe even as he uttered it. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] He asked himself in despair if these words truly came from his own mouth, but the hand that was now gently stroking her hair as if to soothe her was no longer surprising.

In his arms, the eyelashes dampened with tears were trembling pitifully. Whether this Ines… was a nun or a witch from the Valeztena family.……

He swallowed dryly. And in the moment when Ines looked up at him resentfully with wet eyes…

“You thought I'd fall for such a small talk? Let go of this. You're too cowardly, Escalante."

The server stopped working.

“…….”

It was a shock as if time had frozen. Cárcel glanced down at his hand, which was firmly supporting her lower back. He was certain it would be shaking, but to the naked eye, it showed no signs of that at all.

If that's the case, then his manhood…

".……How far do you want to humiliate me? It's absurd. I can't believe it... Disgusting, disgusting!”

“…….”

Regrettably, the er*ection was a visible reality.

"Disgusting, where are you pointing that! How dare you show that anywhere!”

Ines's unrealistically dramatic exclamation brushed past Cárcel's ears. Truly, unbelievably, the firmly standing er*ection was piercing Ines's lower abdomen. Unbelievable. This was unbelievable. This…….

"Get away. Let go!”

Ines repeatedly pushed his shoulders with the palm of her hand, realizing the futility, she clenched her fist and started hitting his shoulders firmly.

Perhaps it wasn't an empty boast when she claimed to be good at hitting. It really hurt. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Moreover, in the tightly clenched fist, the instinctive talent to amplify his pain by tightening the grip a little more was evident.

He groaned and embraced her even tighter.

"Let go! You filthy!"

"Ines!"

"Don't even call my name with that filthy mouth! You horny, b*astard...!"

"—I said it means nothing if it's not you!”

...So, is the meaning an er*ection? Cárcel responded awkwardly to himself in his mind. Yet, eerily, his mouth spoke up again with astonishment.

"If it's not you, it doesn't become like this. It's impossible. Any woman other than you...”

“…….”

"The only woman who makes me like this is you.”

“…….”

"You're the only one who makes me e*rect."

Crazy ba*stard... truly, it was an er*ection.

With a touch of a poetic voice, as if there was nothing more romantic and true in the world... he now half-gave in, observing the scene that he seemed to have little control over.

If it were a meaningless dream, he desperately wished to wake up from it, and if his malfunctioning reality meant seeking some ancient remedy from Ines to erase this memory, he would have done it in a heartbeat.

However, despite his earnest wishes, Ines lowered her head deeply in his embrace and murmured.

"… Let go, enough now.”

The voice murmuring so softly that it barely reached others was precisely what he despised about Ines, yet ironically, her speaking in that way was rather cute.…… cute, of all things. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Unconsciously, he found himself following the strange guy with even his inner thoughts under some spell. It wasn't any other woman but Ines. He had to suspect if there was some trick.

His fiancée was now twenty-three years old, not six years old, and if we were to speak of cuteness, she had not been cute since she was six years old.

But cute? Who?

"Cárcel……...”

The fiancée, with teary eyes, strangely triggered his protective instincts and, at the same time, made him more excited.

”I’m embarrassed because of you…… “

The sensation of caring an injured bird in your palm and the desire to rip off all your clothes—how could these conflicting emotions coexist? Even though the appropriate place for each was separate, his penis suddenly expanded to its limit, causing pain. Like a boy witnessing a girl's naked body for the first time, it was an awkward agony, especially considering he hadn't felt this way when he initially saw a woman's nude form.

Even the skin under the neck remains calm and composed, not revealing any hint of flesh in the reserved and uninteresting Ines. It's precisely her, the rigid and dull fiancée...

"I won't let you go until you believe me.”

This is what I'm doing. The hand that was supporting the back slid down to the but*tocks, closely fitting the lower body. Unbelievably, a languid sound flowed from Ines's throat.

"…….Then prove it.”

The face, once delicate and expressionless, moistened with tears, turned icy. In no time, she lifted to gaze at him with a dangerous smile. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] The dream was certain. What seemed excessively unrealistic, yet intricately realized, became a complete conviction the moment Ines's hand seized his core.

This was a meaningless dream. A lustful meaningless dream.

"Show me how much you want me, Cárcel.”

Since it's a dream, there's only waking up left. This is undeniably a dream. Just a filthy meaningless dream at that... It was necessary to wake up quickly. Ines wasn't suited for such base fantasies, and even the neatly buttoned-up attire, reminiscent of nun's habits, stirred a sense of guilt.

Marriage might entail various deeds, but yet, at least, not with Ines Valeztena. Moreover, as Cárcel, who has lived without understanding what 'not enough' means, there has never been a dream involving a woman. Not like this.

Exactly, in reality, like a man plagued by significant dissatisfaction and lacking in some way…….

“…….”

She lightly untied the hair she had pulled up. Although Cárcel had known Ines for a long time, he had never seen her undo her hair. Ines smiled as she observed Cárcel's slightly stunned expression and slowly raised her hand above the fully buttoned collar.

One, two.….. Between the gradually undone buttons, beautiful skin began to reveal itself. If it weren't a dream, Cárcel's beautiful eyes would undoubtedly have lost their composure and shaken dramatically.

His breath became irregular. Supported by the white underdress inside, the distinct neckline drew his gaze at once. As the underdress disappeared below all of a sudden, his breath, which had irregularly changed, now clearly became rough.

She was wearing nothing underneath the underdress.

"…Ines, why nothing underneath..”

The question of whether she was not wearing anything vanished deep into his throat. It stemmed from the fear that if he spat it out, it might knock her down in any way. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] It was an excessive concern for a topic on which he couldn't move a finger as he pleased according to his thoughts, but really, this was reaching an agonizing level.

The shoulders drawing a beautifully rounded line, a chest that is plump enough to overflow when grasped by hand, with a pretty shape, a slender waist, but*tocks as ample as the chest, and below them, legs falling, forming a beautiful line once again.

It resembled a woman in a masterpiece depicting ancient mythology. Dazzling eyes. With freely flowing black, wavy hair and a body untouched by any silk garment, her gaze, unabashedly seductive, reminded him that this was nothing short of a dream, neither more nor less.

"When I come to meet you, I always come like this."

...But just because it's a dream, there's no need to wake up quickly.

It's just a completely harmless dream. Not painful, not sad, just a dream where Inés Valeztena appears, bare as she is... Cárcel subtly shifted his posture. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Sometimes, a bit of time wasting like this is necessary.

"Waiting for you to recognize this body and touch it, eagerly..."

".….."

"For a very long time, I've been waiting for just this day, Cárcel.”

Without warning, she put her hand under his pants, stretched out her slender fingers and grabbed his p*nis. Cárcel bit his lips as if to endure it, then roughly pulled her head and kissed her.

This dream must never be shattered.

Never.…..

"…Brother?”

Cárcel snapped his eyes open. It was a familiar ceiling, except for Miguel's natural face at the edge of his vision.

“……Damn it."

Damn ceiling, damn Miguel……

Damn, it was a perfect dream.