The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Tw: S*xual Content

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"I can walk by myself—."

"It is a shame that I don't know your strength yet, you are wasting it. Use my body for this."

"It's just a few steps, ah...!"

"Then you shouldn't have wasted your energy on other men, so I can trust your remaining stamina."

"Escalante!”

Her spread legs dangled powerlessly, hugging his firm thighs. The menacingly er*ct p*nis under the thin cloth kept poking and rubbing the inside of her thighs as they dangled powerlessly.

‘How on earth…….’

Ines retraced her own steps. But no matter how hard she thought about it, she had done nothing. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She entered the bridal chamber, took off her clothes just a moment ago.….. that was all. Just walking in. Taking off her clothes.

A man like Cárcel Escalante wouldn't react like this just because a woman took off her clothes. He must have seen the bodies of all sorts of beautiful women, and Ines's figure was not as perfect as it was in her previous life. Even if it was perfect, would it matter much to his brilliant career?

'Maybe it's the sense of duty of the first night...’

...Did he take some kind of aphrodisiac... Ines looked up at Cárcel's tightly clenched jaw and straight nose and swallowed her suspicions. It was the kind of haughty pride that would rather become impotent than resort to drugs. Also, he seemed too clear-headed…….

“…….”

The heavy mass rubbing against the inside of her thighs every time he walked took her breath away. Even his other hand, which was lewdly kneading her breasts, was no longer conscious.

Ines knew it too. That it would be more comfortable for both of them if she just wrapped her arms around his waist at times like this, and that Cárcel's obviously already er*ct manhood would blatantly poke at her secret place and make this whole thing go a lot faster.

But no matter how much she approached it with an open mind that would allow her to accept whatever he asked, wrapping her arms around his waist on her own was too proactive... and enthusiastic. And dead logs never do that.

Soon Ines's field of vision changed to the ceiling above the bed. A wooden stick would never... As soon as she started her self-hypnosis, Cárcel spread her legs wide and positioned himself between them.

She liked the part that he omitted all unnecessary actions and went straight to the point, but soon some pain would come. Ines forgot about her self-hypnosis and closed her eyes as if to escape.

Let's think of something peaceful. A quiet sea, a forest with the sun rising, a bonfire in front of a cabin, the sound of wind rustling leaves, and…... The huge mass that kept poking at her thigh through the thin indoor pants invaded the peace and came up obscenely.

This was a planned marriage, and the first night was part of the plan, and she was already perfectly prepared. But that menacing size was not part of her plan…

'Of course, because he has a big physique, it's natural. It's natural, but...'

No matter what, she never thought it would be that ridiculously big.…… Ines squeezed her eyes shut, even though they were already closed.

It would be better if he put it in quickly. Putting something like that in was a problem, but no matter how big it was, if he just put it in... Men were all the same anyway.

Put it in, shake it, c*m, and then fall asleep as if he's done something great. So this is nothing. Nothing…

“……Won't you do it?”

Ines finally lost her patience and opened her mouth. At this time when one second felt like one minute, she was already exhausted from the illusion that dozens of minutes had passed, and therefore she also had a sense of victimization, as if she had been exposing her private parts with her legs wide open for dozens of minutes.

This is because being hot-tempered is something that pops up without you knowing.

For a moment, it sounded like he was laughing. Ines frowned slightly and opened her eyes.

“Your expression….”

“……..”

“It’s like you're going to war.”

Cárcel replied curtly, as if that alone was a question. Still, Ines's reproachful gaze remained, so he added.

"I'm not laughing at you.”

Ines kept her legs open out of spite and stared at him boldly. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel, who had seemed somewhat hasty when he lifted her, was now relaxed without any such sign. His expression was somewhat amused by the situation, and his eyes were filled with a gentle consideration that was rather annoying.

This job doesn't require fun or consideration. Leisure was inexplicably annoying... She unknowingly softened her hardened face a little.

"If I'm not funny, do your job quickly."

"You sound like a slave driver."

"I'm just trying to remind you of your duty. Escalante."

"Still 'Escalante' in bed?”

Cárcel asked softly as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His natural voice was low and blunt, so it wasn't very soft, but his handsome mouth was softly relaxed, creating a tenderness that wasn't there.

He is quite handsome. But there was no need to feel impressed now. She said, looking at him with a little wariness.

"That's just a habit... Why do you keep obsessing over minor details? It's not that you're not Escalante—."

"—It's not that you're not Escalante either. You're Escalante now, Ines. I commend your efforts to keep your distance, though."

“......"

"First of all, when you call me that, it's like you're not Escalante. Second, I can't tell if you're calling me or you."

"Why would I call myself by name...?"

"Third, I can't tell if it's Miguel or me you're spreading your legs for right now."

"......What?”

A blatant word was mixed into the blunt voice like a flash. While Ines doubted her ears, he unbuttoned the last button of his shirt. Then he threw it away carelessly.

"So if you feel good, call my name. Ines."

"......"

"Let it be heard all the way out there.”

He knelt down and reached up to Ines' shoulder. Due to the direction of the light, his shadow fell diagonally over her naked body, but she was so overwhelmed, as if his shadow had swallowed her whole, that she couldn't even protest, 'There's no way something feels that good,' and only moved her lips silently.

Having already taken off all her clothes and spread her legs wide open towards the man, there was no way she would be ashamed of the man simply revealing his upper body.

So, it definitely wasn't shame.

However, that monstrously large thing of Cárcel's and his large body covering her made her feel as if the deed had already been done and she was exhausted. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] As if watching a giant statue crumble on top of her, Ines unconsciously moved her hips.

Even though she only tried to move up a little, his large hand grabbed her waist and prevented her escape. Ines let out a sigh-like breath and stared at his body that filled her vision.

Cárcel's body was that of a complete man, overwhelming like the statues of legendary warriors erected in the middle of the Santalaia Road. His large, toned body, hardened by the muscles unique to soldiers, looked so firm that even the smallest corner wouldn't be soft.

The low-intensity light flickered slightly, illuminating the depths of the shadows between the muscles differently. The perfectly formed muscles, broad shoulders, and waist that gave the impression of being slender when he wore his well-fitting uniform looked thick with bulging muscles when he was naked. And that made the lines even more perfect.

Ines lowered her gaze to his abs as if it were someone else's business—as if looking at a beautiful object. More precisely, at something weapon-like that was pushing up his black pants from below.

A sigh escaped her again.

"That sigh doesn't seem like a good sign.”

His face was right above hers, as if their lips were about to touch. As Ines swallowed her breath, he slipped his finger between her lips and pressed her lower lip, opening it.

"...Lips...."

"Yeah, you said no.”

Cárcel laughed lowly. However, there was no longer the same feeling as before. Something close to normalcy, like amusement, leisure, or consideration.

His blue eyes, which looked black because they were not receiving light, briefly took on a cynical glint before settling down.

He lowered his head as if to kiss her lips, but it was the corner of his mouth where he would leave a light kiss when greeting her. However, unlike other times, his lips did not immediately fall away. He nibbled and bit her soft cheek, then slid his lips along her jawline to her ear.

“You were the one who said everything would work as long as it didn’t involve kissing.”

His voice, muttering as he sucked on her earlobe, was moist.

Somehow, that sound was more embarrassing than when she was suddenly naked, so when Ines unconsciously tilted her head back as if to avoid the caress, he buried his lips in her exposed neck and pressed his thing against her open v*gina.

As if with a cloth in between, his strong waist pushed her up as if he were about to pry open her joined labia and enter.

“I didn’t mean to say it would all happen like that…."

"Then should I lick you from head to toe to see where you don't like it?"

"—Ugh, ah..."

"Should I mark your body with a pen? Where's good and where's you don't like."

"Cárcel, don't do this, this kind of thing..."

"You don't like it?"

"It's not that I… Ah… don't like it...not…”

Refusal was not in her plan. But if saying ‘I don't like it’ was possible... In the sense that it was hard to bear, it was definitely not pleasant. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] But it was more strange than unpleasant. More than strange, it was too much, so this was too...

"Not?"

"Stran..."

"I haven't done anything strange yet.”