The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Tw: Sexual content

"We agreed to spar since dawn today."

"…Damn it… Damn this b*astard…!"

"Brother?”

The sight of him glaring at his younger brother and swearing as soon as he woke up must not have seemed sane. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Miguel, who took it as an extension of sleep talking, shook his body again.

Startled by the touch, Cárcel jerked slightly, roughly pushing away Miguel's hand and halfway sitting up.

As the blanket slid down, his upper body, tightly sculpted with muscles, was revealed. His crimson-frowned face was unquestionably that of a handsome man, and with his naturally large and slender build, coupled with rigorous training at the military academy, his robust physique was a masterpiece.

But why. Why, only, to Ines Valeztena. In this way, weirdly........ Looking down at his body for a moment, Cárcel, who had been in deep skepticism like the deep sea, suddenly found his lower body pushing up the blanket vigorously, and stopped breathing.

"…Get lost."

"Why are you like this? Did you not get enough sleep?"

"I said leave."

"What kind of nightmare did you have to act like this?”

On any other day, he might have casually dismissed it like "Being perfect, even in exhaustion, is tiring..." as if it were someone else's business. But this morning was different.

"Hurry up and leave, you b*astard...!”

It is the main cause of waking up the dream at the most important moment, and the potential threat of being caught in the very shameful part of that lack has been added. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] As if he was afraid that just by noticing that he had an erection, Miguel would glance beyond his dirty dreams.

He kicked Miguel out, constantly spouting insults that he had not often uttered to his younger brother since childhood. Even though he was kicked out and talked about his father, saying he would think about it later, the Duke of Escalante hated snitches the most. So, that wasn't something that would disturb Cárcel.

“…….”

This, indeed, was something that could not just disturb but shatter his state of mind.

When he lifted the blanket, the edge of the already transparent wet tip was standing up and looking at him as if mocking him. The sensation of those delicate fingers grasping it remained as if it actually existed.

Like a third-rate genre novel, the plot is ironic, the dialogue is ironic, and the ironic……

"…Ines Valeztena."

As if in response to that name, a shiver ran down his spine.

A mean woman. A strange woman. Stern, dull, nun-like, entirely black, body pale, face pale, the face…

“…..Ah...”

As soon as he could recall the face in his dream, he imagined Ines on the bed. Ines Valeztena, lying languidly between Cárcel's legs like a well-fed lioness, holding the base of his p*nis with her delicate hands and licking under the hot pillar.

That white, clean face between his legs.

A feeling of guilt and an unbearable urge came at the same time. Cárcel suddenly grabbed his p*nis and roughly stroked it up and down, moaning lowly. Ines Valeztena. Damn Ines Valeztena…

What was lingering all the way down Cárcel's throat was Ines Valeztena's name and half an insult without an object. He just couldn't bear it. In his imagination, Ines opened her mouth and barely bit the tip of his p*nis.

Even swallowing a cough that seemed to be overwhelming was lovely. Even if she forced it all the way down her throat, it was clear that she wouldn't be able to take even half of it. His p*nis filling her open mouth moved back and forth shallowly inside her mouth.

Ines' face moved over his lower body, up and down again, tucking her flowing hair behind her ear. Cárcel clenched his teeth nervously and quickly grabbed his p*nis and shook it.

[ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] The beautiful, sculptural face became disheveled with the heat, and eventually became distorted. He ejaculated onto Ines' non-existent face.

His uniquely clean and chaste face was speckled with his s*emen in a lewd manner. She laughs mischievously as she licks his c*um off her lips with her tongue.

It was natural. Because this wasn't the real Ines. Cárcel stood up from the bed with traces of her ejaculation as he ran away, swearing back in his throat.

This was truly a dream. A dream that needed to be awakened from. This couldn't be reality. Masturbating while thinking about Ines.

How dare you imagine doing something like that to Ines’s face.

He nervously pulled on his robe, called a servant passing by outside, had him clean the bed, and prepare the bath water.

Guilt rushed in like a wave in the wake of a brief pleasure. Yet, even that was fleeting.

‘So, I don't want to waste energy on a man I don't even like, like you.’

A strange, mischievous woman. A woman who pretends to be calm and does everything as she pleases. She said that she didn't care whether the subject who used to like him so much would go out and look after him because she didn't like him anymore - of course she didn't say that, but she said that since she didn't like him, there was no need to question him, no need to be jealous, and no reason to want to kill him…

'…Could it be..’

Could it be that he wanted to be questioned? Cárcel stared at the wall while soaking in cold water. Could it be? Such a ridiculous thought. Yet, he recalled the words of his cousin Oscar, who used to boast as a child. "Dreams are the manifestation of desire, you might not understand as a kid, but..." If it were really like that…

A hallucination-like image of Ines sitting across the bathtub flashed in his mind.[ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel swallowed another curse and hit the surface of the water.

However, as if mocking his efforts, the illusion of Ines remained seated there unchanged.

With a soft foot on his leg, a languid figure leaning his head in the bathtub. It looked like he wanted to snatch it up and put it on top of him.

If he could make that neat face disheveled right now, if he could make those chaste lips cry each time his touch landed... The illusion disappeared as if it had sensed his fleeting impulse.

Cárcel stared back at the innocent wall, then abruptly stood up, pouring more cold water a few times before stepping out of the bathtub.

"Damn it, damn it...!”

Certainly, he had to go outside. Meeting people would be helpful. He needed a routine. There was no doubt that the summer vacation had been excessively long. Boredom must have been what drove him so crazy…

Looking at the sky, feeling the wind, engaging in human-like thoughts; doing so would surely dispel such demonic fantasies.

And his fiancée, who is not particularly pretty or sweet, who only made his life a hassle, and who doesn't even like him anymore……

***

"…If you don't care, then great. Since you told me to live as I please, well, I can live however I want now, right? Why? Because I don't give a damn whether the fiancée says this or that. How liberating. It's probably every man's dream in the world.”

“…….”

"You don't care what I do? You're welcome. It's comfortable and nice. Great for me...”

"Captain Escalante, do you know you've been saying the same thing all along?”

This was the fifth time Cárcel said “Great for me...”

José Almenara, the third son of Count Almenara and his loyal subordinate, sighed as he set down his hunting rifle. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] He simply couldn't focus.

My superior, who had always been quiet and blunt, had not only been repeating the same things since this morning, but he was also strangely talkative. He suddenly wondered where he had taken the wrong medicine. On this wonderful vacation, what kind of misfortune has happened...

Under these circumstances, it was indeed true that he seemed a bit more easy.

"Me?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"About the engagement of Valeztena.”

Unlike José, who had been struggling to focus on the hunt, Cárcel, now lifting his rifle, remained silent, offering no response.

A moment later, he effortlessly hit a bird flying low over the forest canopy.

Gazing at the pungent smoke rising from the gun barrel, Cárcel turned to his subordinate and spoke icily.

“Are you pointing out that I can’t even shoot a gun?”

"...I apologize. But really."

“It’s not fun to keep talking about the same thing, that’s what you’re saying. Now.”

"No. It's entertaining. Very much so.”

José vehemently denied with his large, bear-like palm extended. His build was massive, making even his denial seem blunt.

Cárcel furrowed his brow.

"Am I a jester? A poet? Am I telling you to find it amusing? Almenara, what makes you amusing, or rather, a critique? Is that the extent of your military knowledge? Deceiving superiors? Want to be reported to the military court?"

"No, well..."

"Well? Just listen if the superior is speaking.”

Unlike his size, his subordinate was timid. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] While Cárcel was tall and robust, José, on the verge of being gigantic physically, always seemed timid at heart.

If he gets too relaxed, he unconsciously stretches out like a sloth, but when he comes to his senses, he ends up running away like a rabbit.

José nodded, keeping his mouth shut for a while as if he would remain quiet, then the brief silence seemed like a punishment, prompting him to urgently open his mouth again.

"But, sir. It's the first time I've seen you so talkative. It seems like you're in a good mood thanks to that person’s words—."

"What do you mean 'talkative'?”

It seems the direction of the conversation went wrong.

Cárcel didn't seem pleased at all. Unusually for someone who had repeatedly said, "Great for me," it was excessive.

José hesitated and spoke.

"Talkat..."

"Say it again."

"Well, you have generally been reserved."

“…….”

"And, you haven't really talked about Miss Valeztena."

Cárcel, who had been staring at him intensely, suddenly turned his gaze slowly.