The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Tw: Low se*xual content

“I en-envy you."

"What for?"

"Isn't it every man's dream?"

"So, what?"

"A wife who doesn't constrain her husband."

"...She's not my wife yet."

"Right. Of course. You're still a free man...”

Jose nodded eagerly, as if trying to make up for it.

"I'm getting engaged soon, too, right? We're getting married in six months, and now the reality is starting to hit me, it's kind of scary. Once you're married, you'll be living under your wife's watchful eye for a lifetime...”

"When women won't even meet you, what's there to be watched for? Be thankful for your engagement to Gormas' lady. She picked you up even though you were lacking.”

“Of course, that's another matter, but marriage is a different issue, and a man's freedom…….”

"Listening to this b*astard, he is a complete piece of trash.”

“…Sorry?”

Jose's face was stunned by the sudden criticism.

“What kind of nonsense do you think you’ll do to find freedom when you’re married?”

"No, what I meant was, sir, I envy your free married life. Didn't Lady, I mean, Doña Señorita Valeztena promise merciful tolerance?"

"So, you see me as garbage like you?"

"Sorry?”

"Am I shameless enough to swear at the church during marriage and still meet other women despite having a wife? Am I going to create illegitimate children here and there?”

It was true that he had regarded commitment as a trivial rag, but it was really embarrassing.

One moment saying it's every man's dream...

No, and wasn't he someone who could very well fit that description? However, afraid that such thoughts would be plainly evident on his face, José spoke hesitantly, tilting his head.

"Of course, you wouldn't want that, but since Lady Valeztena's grace—”

"Am I Valeztena's dog? If that kid says it's okay for me to mate over there, should I just go and do it?"

"No, no. In the future, when you become the Duke of Escalante..."

"How do you see me.”

Of course, he saw him as a rag. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] However, because he was unfamiliar with his prodigal superior who possessed unexpected faithfulness, Jose hesitated to speak.

"Still, you never know how things will turn out... It seems Lady Valeztena, with her merciful heart that may someday open the possibility for you to choose freely, her firmness, and her great consideration for her husband, is quite an extraordinary woman…"

"That woman doesn't consider me.”

“Sorry?”

"Now she doesn't give a damn about me."

“…….”

"So, whatever I do is fine.”

The phrase "whatever I do is fine" might warrant a contented smile, wouldn't it? Considering the numerous times he muttered about illusions, self-approval, and comfort.

However, Cárcel didn't seem fine at all. Eventually, he muttered curses under his breath. His superiors heard him curse more frequently than during his cadet days.

But let's not just dwell on his increased verbosity. In a single day, he unleashed a year's worth of words on his subordinate. Why did he engage in behavior he hadn't before? That's the only conclusion one could draw.

'I thought it was because I felt so good thinking about killing myself in the future.…’

As if noticing his adjutant's disrespect, Cárcel handed his gun to Jose's chest with a thud.

A harsh order was given to Jose, who accepted it without hesitation.

“Pick up that bird within one minute.”

"Sorry?"

“And don’t plan on coming back here until you get ten more.”

“…….”

“I've informed Captain Barka that you'll prepare as much as needed for dinner. If you disappoint your grandfather, you know that, right?”

”…….”

Cárcel smiled with a polite smile on his face and tapped his adjutant's shoulder as if to encourage him. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] José Almenara's poor shooting had been well known since he almost failed to graduate from the military academy, but it did not seem to be of much concern to his superior.

“Do it well.”

“…….”

“I said do it well.”

In the superior's hand that patted his shoulder for the last time, there was a clear malice. What did I do wrong…….. Another unjust day in the life of the unjustly accused viscount's third son was unfolding.

***

“This vacation is quite long, Captain.”

“So you don’t like it?”

"How could I... I was delighted to see you all summer. Even though it was just from a distance, the memories you left me last summer…ah, hm…….”

As soon as his lips touched her under her chin, Agnes moaned. Unlike the quiet name of the saint, it was a quick and sensitive reaction.

In fact, the woman, who was already excited just by looking at his face, was pulling his waist as if she didn't need any caress. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel was no stranger to such assertive, progressive, and hasty advances from women, but somehow…

“… Señora Piante, a moment.”

“I’m already wet. Preparations are already over...! Sir Escalante, ah… ah…!”

Cárcel had already parted his lips, but she was rubbing her lower abdomen against his lower body, raising her own excitement. It was like, 'get yours out quickly'.

Too caught up in her excitement, she failed to notice that he wasn't excited at all.

"Señora, just a moment, step away from me.”

“Huh, that’s ridiculous. How can you do something like that? Ah… Your uniform really drives women crazy...…. Just looking at it makes me feel wet underneath.”

Despite the provocative whisper that could instantly arouse a man's excitement, Cárcel's lower body was still as solid as that of a monk.

How could this even happen?

“How did God make you so perfect? Why this much... I’m jealous of your fiancée.”

Even the word "fiancée" transformed the monk's essence into something as rigid as a stone. Cárcel now felt his own manhood as an inert rock, lying between his legs without any vitality or remaining instinct.

At this age, impotence is unbelievable... Despite the strange sense of crisis, as he tried to push the woman away, Agnes, entwined in his arms, skillfully avoided each attempt to push her aside. She murmured with a disappointed tone, seemingly upset by Cárcel’s attempts to resist.

“Whenever I see Senorita Valeztena, I can't bear it because I envy her so much... You know, it's all because you are too perfect. Everyone knows that you don't love your fiancée, but…”

“…….”

"But in the end, you will remain as Senorita Valeztena's man. At least, on paper."

At least, on paper.

The words, which had been regarded as a yoke, a bridle, and a bondage to carry for the rest of his life, were no longer irritating to his ears. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] What is important now is….

“But tonight is mine. Isn’t that right?”

‘If it's not you, it wouldn't be like this. It's impossible. Any woman other than you….’

"I missed you so much. Remembering that one night with you, lying in bed with ordinary men was too painful... If I hadn't known you from the beginning, I might have lived without realizing how unattractive ordinary men in Ortega can be.”

‘You're the only woman who makes me like this.’

"Only you can make me this excited. No matter how much I try to think of other men as you, your face, your strength, your perfect body, ahh…….”

'Only you make me erect.’

Cárcel's face hardened only after realizing the cause of this strange phenomenon. And despite Agnes' touch, he looked down at his alter ego, which did not intend to stand up like a stone.

Wasn't that just nonsense that popped up from a dream?

Since it was a bullshit dream, it was bullshit. In their dream, who knows what they were babbling about? Of course, they wouldn't know themselves. Why bother expecting understanding on a topic they're oblivious to, even the fact that they are mere illusions….

He felt like he was going to burst out laughing. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] He glared down, repeating over and over again that such things had no meaning and that words in dreams had no power, but it seemed that his manhood had no plans for the time being.

“… Do you know how ugly they are? Lord Escalante… You really are so perfect. When you return to the coast of Calstera, Mendoza will no doubt be dark even when the sun rises. You are the light in the darkness, the soul of Ortega. Ah, your return is such a great misfortune for those who are happy just looking at you...….”

His true misfortune was different.

This was a curse. It had to be a curse.

Cárcel hurriedly pushed her away and began to walk away as if fleeing.

“Lord Escalante?”

"I’m sorry."

“Captain Escalante!”

“That’s enough for today.”

"Are you trying to make me more excited?”

“…….”

“Of course you are perfect! I'll wait! Right here!”

Ignoring the passionate cry of the woman, he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

***

After all, once you're married, you have no choice. No other woman besides Ines Valeztena. So, I didn’t become a eunuch. This is not a eunuch…….

He repeated it countless times, but the embarrassment did not go away. Cárcel rubbed her face nervously.

Three days since the affair chosen with a hesitant step of resistance against Ines, who kept appearing in his dreams, had resulted in consecutive failures.

Despite these successive failures, his lack of complete despair was due to the fact that his desire was fervently aroused by an illusion that didn't even exist.

Every night, he dreamt of Ines Valeztena. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] And sometimes, just recalling that dream was enough to arouse him.

Like now.

Cárcel looked down again, excited like a dog responding to a signal. So, this wouldn't be something that a eunuch would have.

But it was clear that something was broken.