The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Tw: S*xual Content

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"Cárcel, huh, I mean, this kind of thing..."

"Don't?"

At that moment, Cárcel's fingers raked across the inner wall as they were spread open. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Ines nodded with her lips pressed together.

"Unless you're going to put the semen in here with your hand?”

She couldn't nod this time. Cárcel clicked his tongue with his usual look of abstinence.

"Yeah, this is useless when I'm trying to get you pregnant."

"I'm, fine... so..."

"So you take off your clothes, spread your legs, get f*cked, and that's all you want from your husband."

"......"

"Ines.”

"I don't dislike feeling good. It's just not necessary. We're a couple who got married without love and have to do this duty periodically."

"......"

"It's not necessary for duty to be fun. Of course, this is my unilateral position, so if you need my help, I'll help you to some extent..."

"For example?"

"...rubbing your thing with my hand instead, and so on.”

Cárcel chuckled. The inside of the wall sank down in a sinister way. He pulled out his fingers, which he had left inside her for a while, nervously, and muttered,

"But you say you don't such things and tell me to rape you.”

“Saying rape**—.**”

"—That's the only thing you've been babbling about. Telling me to rape you. Not thinking about your feelings, not worrying about whether you can accept me, just f*cking you as I want, c*m, and leave you like that."

"I agree with everything. That can't be rape."

"You really are a crazy woman.”

He rubbed her love juice, which had gotten on his fingers, on her flat stomach as if in mockery and spat out.

“You’d better say you don’t like me because I’m dirty.”

"Cárcel."

"Even if you say that you hate it when someone overlaps your body too often because I’m a trash, I can at least agree with that."

"......”

"Ines, your body is so fucking clean, so no matter how much your strange brain comes up with, I have nothing to say."

"That's not it... I want to live well. I want to live well with you. So at your convenience—."

"Shut the f*ck up, Ines.”

Cárcel lifted his body from hers. Her knees buckled, and she was irritated by the way he pulled down his pants. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Eventually, he didn't even bother to untie the string and just pulled out his p*nis, which was bulging out of it ferociously.

Ines's face, which had been looking troubled, turned pale and hardened as she looked at the more ferocious momentum than she had imagined. Cárcel pulled his lips up as if mocking her, wondering how to interpret that expression.

"It seems like I'm going to need your 'help' to do what you want."

Ines's eyes, which had become round, turned to Cárcel's face as if to ask if he wasn't already there. His tip was already shining, wet with pre-c*m.

When she asked again with her eyes if that was ridiculous, Cárcel smiled calmly.

"I'm getting bored."

"......What?”

Of course she knew what boredom was. That's why Ines was so shocked from the beginning. Cárcel explained again what he was thinking.

"It can't go further if I put it in like this"

"...To where...?"

"I can't c*m.”

He answered her kindly. Ines looked at him with a dubious expression.

"No matter how much I f*ck you, I won't finish. If I put it in you like this, you'll probably have to get f*cked for an hour until your p*ssy is loose..."

"I understand, I understand—”

"If there is 'help', as you said, I will get a little more excited and then I will c*m moderately in you."

"......"

"If you want to take responsibility for your words and do the minimum as you wish—."

"I said I understand, so stop it.”

Ines slowly raised her body. And as if she were very reluctant, she came to the front of where he was kneeling, and before he even started, she stared at Cárcel's thing with tired eyes for a moment.

It was an annoying topic, but just looking at his thing like that made him go crazy. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel gritted his teeth for a moment.

Sitting down naked without even a thread, her green eyes, which were usually carefree, were filled with his p*nis, showing signs of embarrassment. Reality was more wondrous than dreams. It would be strange if he didn't go crazy.

For a while, it was quiet like that. The air seemed to be pulled taut. As if it would break if someone touched it the wrong way.

Cárcel himself was pushed to his limits, but he tried to find the greatest possible leeway. Anyway, she must have been frightened by this, and no matter how perverse she was, she wouldn't touch his p*nis directly. She'll give up on her own.... He intended to crush and torment her all night as soon as she gave up. He had to take responsibility for what he said. Don't you think so…

He missed Ines's movements for a moment while he was lost in that fantasy. Cárcel lowered his stiff head as if it were a lie, and he saw Ines lower her head over his penis.

Not even with her hand.……..

"...Valeztena!”

Cárcel called her by her yesterday's family name because he was so embarrassed. However, Ines, who had already taken the tip of his p*nis, which was glistening with pre-c*m, into her mouth, opened her mouth even wider and swallowed his p*nis little by little. So slowly, a little bit further down.

The slender hand holding the bottom of his pillar swept upwards, and her long hair, which was scattered all over his thighs and the sheets as she moved, fell down for a moment as if it were in the way. She still had the tip in her mouth, and she moved all her hair to one side.

His breath rose to his chin and then stopped. In an instant, blood rushed up painfully as if it were going to explode. The thigh that Ines was supporting with one hand was gripped tightly, as if to flick that hand away. The hand that had arranged her hair spread its slender fingers and gripped the pillar again.

Her mouth couldn't swallow him halfway and her small hand couldn't wrap around him either, but the stimulation she gave him was more than Cárcel had ever experienced before.

He didn't even like this kind of one-sided service from a woman.

He felt like he was possessed by something. He thought he should push her away as soon as he saw her, but his hands hung down listlessly.

The scene he had dreamed of in his dreams was closer to a curse. It felt like his whole body was frozen by that curse.

"...Ugh.…….”

The groan that he couldn't swallow into his mouth burst out. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Her jet-black hair thrown over one shoulder, her snow-white nape and exposed shoulder on the other half, her dazzling spine and her alluringly raised b*ttocks, her breasts crumpled against his thighs, her pale and slender fingers that couldn't even wrap around his crimson d*ck, her lowered eyelids and eyelashes, her gaping lips that swallowed him to the limit…

Everything about Ines tormented him. F*cking, f*cking Valeztena... Cárcel muttered with self-loathing, as he always did when he had a miserable dream related to Ines.

She was really trying hard to 'help' him. It was miserable to feel. Even misery was getting high enough to be invincible.

It was fortunate that his hands were weak. He would have taken her by the back of the head and thrust her to the back of her throat. When Ines lowered her lips to the root and licked it from the bottom up, he wanted to c*m on her face. He wanted to dirty her pretty face with his own.

The sadism he had never felt was strange. He felt nauseous with the possessive desire that it was as if the dirty mark was a sign that she was his. Cárcel raised his powerless hand and covered his distorted face.

It wasn't just her unexpected boldness that had aroused a perverse sadism in him. It was because the obvious and ugly question of who had taught you this had been hovering in his mouth from the beginning. Half of his self-loathing was that.

She was never - he swore - it wasn't the first time. She seemed too familiar with this act. Needless to say, she was good at it. If it was really her first time, she would be a genius that would come out once in a hundred years... So, it couldn't be.

So. What was that? He muttered as if laughing at himself. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] In Mendoza, chastity had become an old custom, and although there were fools who clung to women's chastity, Cárcel had always been on the side of laughing at them.

He hadn't even known about chastity. He couldn't just tell others to give up something he didn't have himself. Contrary to rational thought, ugly jealousy took over his mind. Cárcel looked anxiously down at the top of Ines' head, then lifted her from her prone position and pushed her down onto the bed.

Then he immediately spread Ines's legs and slowly pushed his p*nis, which was completely wet with her saliva, into her. Ines was not surprised by the sudden act and, as if cooperating with him, spread her legs further and slightly lifted her b*ttocks to accept him as easily as possible.

The inside was still wet, but it was never enough. Ironically, this was the first time for him. She wanted nothing more than this kind of first time. She wanted something worse than this for him. A relationship without love. A relationship without any intimacy, affection, or consideration.

A relationship like an animal that just sticks together for the purpose of producing offspring.

Still, he was inside her. The desire was terrible. Cárcel let out a beast-like groan as he forced his way into the narrow gap, as if he was going to be ruined. Ines, who had been shaking with his power, hugged his neck and let out a thin groan. Unlike before, it was a sound that mixed a bit of physiological excitement with the initial pain. Cárcel wanted to cover his ears. If he couldn't cover his ears, he wanted to cover her lips. But he had no right to kiss her.

He didn't have the right to.

He had no right to be angry, no right to want to know about her hidden past. Rather, if she wanted to know his own past, he could tell him everything he could remember. But she would never want it in the future, and she would not be secretly curious about his past.

She would not want anything to do with what she had caused him.

There was an exclusive girl who would not meet anyone, and there was a boy who was the only exception. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] The boy sometimes pitied and paid attention to the girl, thinking that he was the only window, bridge, and only link to the outside world in her closed life, secretly swallowing the deformed satisfaction that he was the whole of that small world.

However, what was left in front of the boy's eyes was the other side with its bridge cut off, and himself pushed to the world from there just like everyone else.

The deformed satisfaction that had once intoxicated the boy crumbled at his feet.