The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Tw: Low sxxual content

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“You’ve been really strange since a while ago, Escalante.”

Ines said as she carefully examined his face. Cárcel, who had been staring at the area around her breasts without realizing it, managed to raise his gaze.

As they passed through the streets filled with carriages at sunset, Escalante’s carriage was also running randomly, rattling along the bumpy road, which was filled with potholes in places due to the heavy rain.

In the bustling streets like these, he knew there was no way to avoid the chaotic, erratic ride, despite his skill in holding the reins. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Under normal circumstances, he would have harshly reprimanded the coachman for such rough handling.

However, every time the carriage jolted, Cárcel couldn't help but have insidious thoughts as he watched Ines's delicate body dip down and bounce up slightly.

One day in a dream, riding on her knees, her body swaying as he shook her vigorously, the white breasts undulating in front of him refused to disappear and tormented him.….. It was a curse. There was no doubt that he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Who would have thought this would happen even with the real Ines in front of him. He never thought it would go this far….. Suddenly, he wanted to crush his hardened manhood with a stone, feeling a heavy sensation without warning.

Meanwhile, Ines, who had been waiting for a response, called Cárcel again.

"…Escalante?”

A voice that knows nothing, a face that knows nothing... The guilt easily multiplied.

Cárcel nervously wiped his pale face, and then gritted his teeth and looked out the window.

"… Nothing, nothing at all.”

I'm not a teenage boy who is anxious because he can't have sex, and I'm not a pervert who thinks about that all day...…. Is it really true? Cárcel calmly reflected on himself.

His fiancée, who hadn't even shared a midnight together, had been subjected to all kinds of absurdities in his dreams, and now, he found himself recalling Ines from his dreams and masturbating whenever he opened his eyes.

He was a pervert, frustrated by his inability. A pervert who thought about that all day long... Misery surged like a tide.

Experiencing misery for the first time, his complacent self fell apart. Living a lifetime as the greatest ruler of the empire, if overnight he crumbled into a beggar wandering the streets, would this be the feeling?

Cárcel nervously rolled his eyes and brought a velvet cushion that was casually rolling nearby, placing it on his legs. Then, gripping it tightly with a hand, applying enough force for the velvet fabric to be full of wrinkles. Only when he noticed Ines's strange gaze did he manage to reluctantly let go.

This time, he casually asked as if nothing was wrong.

"Why?"

"Oh,……. it's nothing.”

Ines mumbled somewhat hesitantly. A chill ran down his spine at the suspicion that she might have noticed, leaving him uneasy.

No, that can't be. Ines Valeztena wouldn't know about the affairs between men and women. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] A woman who dislikes people and dislikes interpersonal matters, how could she possibly understand the desires a man feels? Perhaps it's something that would never cross her mind in a lifetime…….

Nevertheless, it was truly a dreadful torture. If caught in this manner by Ines Valeztena, it would be no different from being buried alive.

Cárcel anxiously waited for the scenery outside the window to quickly transform into the estate of the Valeztena Marquis.

However, the carriage eventually arrived at none other than the front of the Escalante Marquis's estate.

“…….”

As Cárcel eyed the mansion with suspicion, the massive gate of the estate swung open. The carriage quickly traversed through the gardens of the Escalante and came to a stop once again in front of the grand entrance of the mansion.

“……Ha….”

In the meantime, it was crazy to see even the coachman being so stupid. Cárcel sighed deeply and was about to open the window behind him.

"What are you doing?”

“…….”

"Wouldn't you get down first and help me?”

Sitting on the edge of the chair as if she had already prepared to get off the carriage, Ines asked as if giving instructions.

Cárcel, looking at her incredulously, closed the window he had just opened and then spoke.

"This is not your house."

"I know. I look out the window, too.

"The coachman misunderstood my orders. I specifically told him to head towards the Valeztena estate."

"I said we're going to the Escalante estate."

“…….”

“Because we couldn’t talk much at the concert.”

Given that it was a concert, it's only natural. Let alone the reality that even Escalante's coachman listens to Ines' requests more than his master's orders... Cárcel asked, rubbing his face.

"Why all of a sudden?”

She wasn't even interested in how his fiancée lived. Did she have a special talent for choosing only the times when he was in trouble to hassle him? Otherwise…... he sighed.

The more he was conscious of the thought that he must not get caught, the more overwhelming the feeling became.

As he became aware of the notion that he must not get caught, a heavy feeling started to build within him. If he were to accompany his fiancée to the parlor with an erection clearly visible for everyone to see, it would leave an indelible record in the memories of the employees.

Monks, the sound of pious prayers, or bleeding pieces of meat in the butcher shop, the black soot on the blacksmith shop floor and the smell of the gutter, the gloomy smell of alcohol in the military operating room... He looked at Ines, thinking of things that could kill the momentum below.

Yet, as if in a lie, once again, only Ines remained in front of his eyes.

"Escalante, of course, I understand that I'm not particularly welcome..."

"Ines, it's not that you're bothersome.”

It's scary and dangerous now... In many ways. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Ines, who had no way of knowing the deep meaning, lightly shrugged her shoulders.

“If that’s the case, I’m glad. Why don’t you get off first? Your carriage is so high that it’s hard to get off by yourself.”

He continued to gaze at Ines with a lingering suspicion, but eventually, as if giving up, he descended from the carriage first. It was always more familiar for him to do as she instructed.

After a while, as if it were natural, Ines took his offered hand from the carriage, descending to the ground.

And then, just like other times, she ended up lightly crossing her arms.…….

“Aren’t you going?”

“….I’m coming.”

This is torture. It is painful torture.

The part that touched very slightly was hot, as if it had been set on fire. He slightly pulled his arm out as if trying to avoid touching Ines as much as possible, but this was quickly corrected by Ines, who valued elegant shapes and angles.

Damn, damn Ines Valeztena……

Before long, the employees of the residence who were preparing to greet the Duke inside the entrance opened their eyes wide when they saw Ines entering the residence with her arms crossed. Although Ines had visited the Marquisate of Esposa several times during their childhood, the capital's mansion rarely saw her unless there was a special event.

Cassel quickly led her to the drawing room in a meditative mood. With a wave of his hand, he shooed away voices saying that the Duchess had asked him to bring the two of you, or that Miguel would soon return from the training ground.

"I would like to see the Duchess of Escalante after a long time."

"Do you have to? You'll see enough of her once we're married."

"And Miguel too.”

Miguel is still casually referred to as Miguel. He barely managed to swallow the bitterness that had risen to the back of his throat.

Since Cárcel received the knighthood at the age of fifteen, she stopped calling him by his name. That's all. It has been more than ten years since she began to adopt courtesy with him as she pleased.

It hinted that their uneasy relationship had lasted quite a while. Cárcel, seating himself first, nonchalantly responded.

“Miguel is going to enter the military academy these days, but he’s busy setting things up.”

" I know. I received a letter from your brother.”

“…Do you exchange letters with him?”

"Sometimes. If we won't be seeing your mother, why not go to a place where it can be just the two of us from the beginning?”

”…….”

“It’s too open here.”

The grand reception room, with its massive bookshelves belonging to the Duke of Escalante and leading to the elegant drawing-room, gave a sense of some separation from other spaces, but it didn't feel entirely like an independent area.

After all, that's why they came here. Because it's public. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Because there are servants in every divided section of the space. Because being alone doesn't truly mean being alone……

"...Is there a reason it shouldn't be open?”

The voice that seemed to ask calmly showed an impatient thirst. If it had been a dream, he would have already stripped down and interrogated her, asking what lewd thoughts she was having for asking such questions... Now, unfortunately, it is a reality.

Yet, he was undoubtedly in a better state than earlier.

"There's no particular reason for that. Just because we need to have a private conversation."

"It's private enough space. Go ahead.”

He liked his thoughtful answer. This confidence that is neither intimidating nor excited.... Cárcel was gradually feeling stability coming to his lower body.

After all, the air of the world and the eyes of ordinary people are the most effective methods for dirty demons. It also helped that he crossed his legs arrogantly, making any evidence of heat disappear from her sight.

"Last time, you disappeared hastily, and we couldn't properly conclude our conversation."

"...I didn't disappear hastily.”

In just one word, Cárcel's confidence crumbled. Ines, seemingly indifferent, shrugged her shoulders as if it didn't matter and continued.

“First of all, I am grateful for your sincerity in not letting me know about your debauched lifestyle.”

“…… ”

“No, at least you tried sincerely not to get caught….”

“……..”

“You respected me.”

"What?”

After his confidence, now his common sense collapsed.

"…I know that I should listen to you as much as possible because I’m the one who did something bad here…"

"Yes.”

"You really seem to have lost it, Ines."

"No. Keep listening, Escalante.”

"You're crazy.”

“I meant it when I said you don’t have to worry about me no matter who you meet. I'm not interested in you anyway....”

It felt like another rock was hurled at his head. However, Cárcel nodded willingly, wearing a refined smile.

"Sure. Go on."

“Because you’re not interested in me either.”

"...Alright.”

"So, just like we've been doing until now, don't interfere in each other's private lives until we get married."

"Okay.”

"Even after marriage, as long as we don't openly deceive each other."

"Okay... What!?"

“No matter what we do behind our backs, just leave each other alone.”

The smile vanished from Cárcel's face.