The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Tw: Low s*xual content

"Hmmm."

"I don't want to lie down anymore."

Since she was the one who was feeling restless, the idea that it was still early for Cárcel was no longer relevant to her. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] The steady stream of breath flowing from his lips scattered for a moment.

Cárcel slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, Inés's eyes narrowed.

"...You were awake?"

"Yes.”

He replied plainly. He didn't seem particularly shameless or thick-skinned, he simply answered as if it were something obvious and insignificant.

That's why it's really shameless. Ines slapped his arm that was pulling her waist again without saying anything more. It was because the hard thing touched over her underwear that barely covered her pubic hair again, and now they were facing each other.

"I won't do it.”

“I didn't say anything, Inés.”

“Your lower half did. Just now.”

She pulled her butt away, a movement that was more nervous than embarrassed, because she was aware of Cárcel's large hands supporting her lower back. As before, the attempt ended as an attempt.

“…….”

“You even know how to talk like that.”

He laughed as he said this, like he was complimenting someone a little younger than him. She was pulled into an even deeper embrace, her lower abdomen crushed beneath Cárcel's.

Inés felt that now was the time for a stricter expression. He must be joking with her because they had spent a night together……

She frowned sternly.

“I will not sleep with you this early in the morning. Absolutely not….”

“Of course not.”

His mouth spoke polite words of playful innocence, but the heavy weight crushing her lower abdomen was arrogant and ferocious beyond compare.

Inés’s eyes opened thinly in suspicion, and Cárcel’s soft laughter fell over them.

He said,

“Inés, do whatever you want.”

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to do whatever I want.”

“I won’t. I won’t do anything.”

“You push something terrible into someone’s body first thing in the morning and then you say you won’t do anything—.”

“—Just stay like this a little longer. I won’t do anything.”

His voice was still monotonous, but for some reason it sounded sweet, as if it had been coated in sugar. So sweet that it made her stomach turn. His lips descended to the crown of her head.

This atmosphere was harmful. Such a private touch, a digression unrelated to the main topic... It was not beneficial in the slightest. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] When Inés instinctively tried to pull away from him again, he pressed down firmly with the lips that had been lightly touching the crown of her head.

"If you keep doing this, I will cut off your hand."

Cárcel said, lightly touching his crotch. Inés screwed up her face.

"I do not want to cut it. That kind of thing...!"

"For heaven's sake.”

He muttered as if he regretted having confessed something, and being rejected. As if coming to her senses, she pushed his lips away as if slapping him.

"Just because you did not get enough sleep you are talking nonsense."

"I have been awake for a while now. It seems that I am more diligent than you, surprisingly."

"If you had woken up early, you would have disappeared early....”

As he said, he seemed to have woken up early, as his face, which did not look like someone who had just woken up from sleep, was perfect under his disheveled hair. Even that disheveled hair seemed like the result of a meticulous plan, and on the other hand, it was unlucky.

She himself must have been a mess... but the messier she was, the better. If he were excited to have a woman next to him even when looking such a mess, there is nothing better than looking pretty.

“It’s too harsh to say “disappear”.”

Were the words the only things that harsh? With the determination to show him something even stronger, Inés now used both feet to push away his thighs and calves, without any hesitation. Now it was not night, and therefore there was no obligation to respond.

Until now, she had kept quiet and allowed him to sexually harass her because she thought he was sleeping, but now...

…It was futile to try pushing him. This was like trying to push a rock.

Surely with this strength and spirit, someone in a distant memory was pitifully pushed away, but unlike that someone, Cárcel looked calm in spite of Inés' very aggressive gestures.

He simply gazed at her. It was an overwhelming difference in strength.

Cárcel mumbled, lazily resting his head on the cushion.

"I don't want to get up."

"How can you act like a soldier when you're so lazy?"

"That's not something you, who are truly lazy, should be saying."

"...I just looked at the wall clock. Now is definitely not a lazy time."

"Then what about me?”

"As a soldier, as soon as you opened your eyes, you should have jumped up and thought about how you were going to torture your body today."

Inés calmly presented a double standard that said you and I are different. Cárcel chuckled and retorted.

"Didn't I tell you that I had moved to the headquarters?"

"This is the first I'm hearing of it."

"Thanks to that, not only am I not torturing myself, I don't even have to break a sweat."

"That's good."

"Ah. Except when I'm sleeping with you.”

His words were a casual addition to her soulless reply.

As if they had only slept together for one night, as if he were talking about a snack he always ate... as if he were talking about an exercise he did every day... how shameless... Inés muttered to herself as if she were being chased. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Lately, he had really been acting as if he had eaten something wrong.

For example, it was like a fool who had eaten something wrong and gotten sick, but then continued to put the wrong food into his sick stomach, getting sicker and sicker, and putting in even stranger food, until he was so sick that he was on the verge of death. That death referred to their first night together.

Unless he had also taken away her virginity, why would he be like this? Of course, Cárcel was not causing her any great misfortune. Apart from his incomprehensibly enthusiastic sexual desires, the occasional strange atmosphere like the present one, his excessive considerateness... and so on, Cárcel had the same expression on his face as always, as if nothing in his life had changed, and he spoke to her in a voice that had not changed one bit.

That attitude was so natural that it was enough to make her deliriously think, ‘Maybe we're just doing what we always do.’

In fact, despite his blunt personality, Cárcel Escalante had already been quite kind to his unpleasant fiancee. Well... just like he always was with other women.... Was it the crotch that was different, or the tongue or temper..

So from the beginning, his attitude was not going to change dramatically. There were newlywed lives that were even more disgusting and unbearable to watch, so this was positive by comparison. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] However, in Inés' opinion, for a man like Cárcel to be causing this much trouble, it was something that would have been possible at least when he first encountered women—which would have been at least 7 or 8 years ago.

Moreover, with that violent and persistent first night…

Was it a mistake to be assigned to the headquarters? No training, excessive physical strength, and just before marriage, did he briefly pretend to be chaste?

After meeting too many women, did he come full circle and return to where he started?

Has he gone mad?

Inés looked at him, her eyes full of suspicion. His golden hair was scattered over the soft silk of the pillow. Strands of his hair gleamed like gold threads in the slanting sunlight.

It was a picturesque sight, but it was also an eyesore. At least, to Inés, whose eyes had been full of minor irritations until just a moment ago.

This was the problem with being hot-blooded. No matter what, she would sometimes charge into an irritation like a racehorse, blocking out everything else in her field of vision... As if she had been waiting for him to be so unguarded and relaxed, she suddenly sat up.

Of course, she quickly returned to her previous position. When a hot-blooded person failed to achieve something, they tended to fixate on that one thing that they could not achieve. No matter how small, trivial, or meaningless it was…

Or it can be done with just one word.

“Inés, if you keep offering yourself to men like this, people are going to misunderstand.”

“……”

“If they misunderstand you now and put it inside of you, what are you going to do?”

He murmured as he lightly held her, sending her a strange look of concern. As if they had accidentally bumped into each other, or as if she had taken off her clothes and offered him her breasts… She was so shocked that she forgot the main topic again and asked,

“…Did you learn how to leap from your cousin?”

“I can do that much without even learning.”

Cárcel replied, pretending to be humble. His hand, which had been gently running down her spine over her negligee, slipped beneath the negligee, which had ridden up, and touched her smooth bare skin.

Inés stiffened, then looked at him, her brow furrowed.

“—Stop”

"That was only for your lips."

“—Are you using it like that?”

“You’re the one who said it would help.”

She also remembered what that ‘help’ entailed. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Inés replied with a trembling expression.

“That was just for the night.”

“Er*ction doesn't care if it's day or night.”

“That’s up to you.”

“I thought you would come over.”

Cárcel said lightly, with a hint of regret. Inés giggled.

“You were ready to swear that you wouldn’t do it.”

“I’d cut it offf I had to.”

“Cárcel, your hands and mouth are saying different things.”

“My head might not want to do it, but I can’t control what my body wants.”

“Your head is also a part of your body. Unify them, Cárcel.”

When she spoke rather sternly, he swallowed hard and pressed his lips to her neck.

“Stop smelling so nice.”

“……I don’t smell like anything.”

“You do.”

Cárcel rubbed his nose lightly, then kept his expression blank, except for the faint smile playing on his lips.

“That’s why I’ve been hard for the past hour.”