The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Tw: S*xual Content

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Cárcel's lips, which had traveled down her neck to her br*easts, bit down hard a few times on the skin below, leaving a mark, and then sucked on the spot. A mark remained wherever his lips had been, like flower petals fallen on the ground.

Eventually, he gently grasped one of her br*easts with his large hand and buried his lips in the plump flesh that peeked out between his fingers. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] However, the force pushing up from below only intensified, so that from her hips to her spread legs, she was half suspended in the air.

Ines, as if in pain but not in pain, frowned slightly and grabbed Cárcel's head. It was excessively stimulating how he crushed her br*east as he pushed it up, twisted and pinched her n*pple as if to torment it, and finally swallowed and sucked on her are*ola.

Just seeing him clinging to her with his large body, sucking on her br*east, made her head spin.

He showed signs of being unnecessarily persistent and meticulous throughout the intercourse, and now she had come to the realization that she couldn't just stand there like a tree by herself. She had to stop him to some extent.

"Cár-cel, not this... not this..."

"Not your br*easts, then where? Between your legs?”

Cárcel, still half-biting her n*pple, looked up at her with a sincere attitude and asked back.

His expression was even neat and proper, as if he were in uniform, which made her feel absurd since she somehow ended up with her br*east in his mouth.

His sculpted face, his lips, and the n*pple glistening with saliva between them were like a dream. The most grotesque and obscene dream in the world... Then, suddenly realizing what Cárcel had asked, Ines shook her head in horror.

"No, no—.”

Meanwhile, Cárcel's lips, which had been attached to her br*east, had already traveled upwards, landing haphazardly on her chin, cheek, nose, and forehead.

"Then?"

"Cárcel, because of you, uh, I'm so out of it that I can't even speak—."

"Was there anything you particularly disliked about the kiss you just received?"

"—Are you really going to check that out? No, I mean, Cárcel. Stop, ah, stop for a moment.”

Cárcel lifted his lips from her collarbone. The heavy stabbing and rubbing between her legs continued, but at least his face was attentive as if he was listening.

She actually lost her words for a moment when he looked at her like that. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Until she barely swallowed the moan that erupted from the force that began to rub and thrust against her lower body again.

"This kind of thing... This kind of thing is not okay, Cárcel."

"What kind of thing?"

"I know you're trying to make me feel good."

"That's because you're not feeling good yet.”

The hand that had returned to her br*east rolled her sensitively er*ct n*pple with his fingertips. He suddenly chuckled.

"It seems like it's not too bad though."

"Hngh, that's what I mean. You, trying to make me, feel good."

"I don't understand... So you're saying, don't make you feel good?”

His fingertips tightened for a moment, then Cárcel grasped Ines' entire breast and playfully pulled on its peak.

"You don't like feeling good?"

"...I'm, not a pervert..."

"Liking it when someone touches your n*pples like this, that's not being a pervert. Ines."

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, I'm not a pervert, so I don't dislike feeling good... huh..."

"So, you like it when I pull on your n*pples?"

"What?"

"Does this feel good?”

Cárcel pinched her n*pple once more, as if investigating the facts, and asked seriously. With an attitude that didn't mock her in the slightest, perhaps with a seriousness closer to research or experimentation...

It felt like she was holding a questionnaire from a weekly magazine. As Ines stared at him in disbelief, he frowned slightly with his handsome brows and asked again.

"Do you like it or not?"

"What the..."

"Remember, if you don't like it, I won't do it again."

"It's, okay. It's okay but—."

"Neither good nor bad? You're good at answering."

“This kind of thing doesn't really, huh, matter...”

Now that she thought about it, he had just said, 'n*pples'.…… She couldn't believe he had repeatedly said that explicit word in his usual blunt voice.

He just called n*pples, n*pples... N*pples were n*pples, but... even so... An absurd confusion appeared on Ines' face.

Of course, in her first life as Crown Princess, it was absolutely incomparable to the all sorts of outrageous acts Oscar had committed and the all sorts of dirty words she had heard in between. But that was because 'that' Oscar was crazy, he was a madman, so those were the things he did, the things he said, the things he thought…

Even while living that life, she actually thought of everything that happened in her daily life as something from another world. Even though she was stuck in this quagmire, it was something that would never happen in a normal world. Only crazy people would do such things and say such dirty words…

And Cárcel Escalante was not a madman or someone from another world. He was simply a trash of the earth, even if he was a perfectly sane trash. Of course, even if Cárcel Escalante shouted the word 'n*pples' tens of thousands of times in the middle of Santalaia Road, he would not be able to hold a candle to 'that' Oscar.

But it was absurd……

Ines, who had lived isolated from the world in her new life, had become somewhat vulnerable in a sense. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] For a moment, she had a very meek expression on her face, and she shook her head.

"You, boo... Don't use words like that..."

"Ines, there are so many things you tell me not to do.”

Cárcel muttered as if he was troubled.

"You said you wouldn't do it if I didn't like it."

"I know. I will call it by a different name from now on, so don't worry."

"...Is my breast a dog that you're raising? Why do you have to call it? No, never mind, never mind..."

"It seems like you're not feeling good again...”

Then he was watching Ines' progress again. He was really looking at her face seriously, which made her feel complicated.

On the other hand, the topic was still so intense that it seemed like it was going to burst through his pants... When she squirmed her hips and tried to sneak out from under it, his large hand grabbed her waist again and pulled her down.

"You're not a pervert, so I said it's okay to feel good."

"......"

"But you’re saying I shouldn't make you feel good.”

Cárcel's unusually accurate summary embarrassed her once again. Moreover, the way his gaze pressed down on Ines' eyes seemed to be leading her to a dead end where she would be forced to talk about anything.

Thanks to that, Ines came to the conclusion that there was no way to say this without it sounding explicit.

"...It doesn't matter whether I'm happy or not as long as we make a baby."

Cárcel was silent for a moment after she gave up and replied.

The silence led her to a dead end once again.

"Cárcel, thank you for your kindness. This marriage was not a pleasant one for you in the first place—."

"—Here we go again."

It sounded like a criticism of a blatant repertoire, so Ines quickly changed the subject.

"I don't have a good personality either—."

"—If that's just a cover, then so be it.”

The conversation was cut off as soon as it was started. Ines stared at Cárcel's expressionless face. Cárcel suddenly said,

"I was the one who sent the marriage proposal. I told your father to give you up in a fortnight, and I was the one who was cursed at for a fortnight.”

“…….”

"In the end, I wanted this marriage too. Ines Valeztena."

"……."

"Whether you like me or not, whether I like you or not, it doesn't matter. You wanted this marriage, and I wanted this marriage, and that's all there is to our marriage."

He remained expressionless.

“And you don’t want to admit it.”

“You are the one who gave up and accepted it a long time ago. You had no choice....”

"Yes. Just like this.”

“……. ”

“You have a habit of bending me to do whatever you want with the excuse that only you wanted this marriage.”

She felt like she had been caught off guard, and the pretense of a smile disappeared from her face. Cárcel laughed as if he had taken it away.

"Of course, I wanted you, up to and including that."

"......"

"I like women with bad personalities.”

It was a very brief smile. Cárcel's hand, which had been holding Ines' waist, slid down between her legs and gently squeezed her bush.

Ines was startled by the unexpected movement and shivered slightly. He kissed her shoulder as if to steady her, and found the prominent peak beneath her bush. When he pressed it as if rubbing it, her body trembled slightly, this time in a different sense.

Her cl*toris, which had already become sensitive by friction, was sensitive to even the slightest tease. He smiled, lifting only the corners of his lips.

"The inside is probably already wet."

When Ines closed her mouth and turned her head away as if to run away, Cárcel lowered his lips to her exposed cheek next to him and asked.

"Can I check?"

"...If I say no."

"We'll be found it out anyway 'to make a baby.'"

She didn't say anything more in response and glared at him. It wasn't very serious, but it was enough to convey her annoyance.

Then the fingertips that had been fondling her cl*toris suddenly burrowed into the slit below it in one breath. As if it were a storm.

"Cárcel...! Stop it, huh...!”

Her already wet insides felt n*aked. His finger, which had burrowed deep into the hole, rubbed the insides as if widening the inner walls, and eventually pushed in another finger. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Unlike the first time, which had been accepted quite easily, there was quite a bit of resistance in pushing in the second finger.

As he spread it slightly from the inside, Ines stared at him with a flushed face.

"Ines, you're not a pervert."

"Uh…"

"You shouldn't hate things that make you feel good like this. Isn't that right?”