The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Tw: S*xual content

Despite the fact that he had subjected Oscar to every form of debauchery and that she had let herself be swept along by it on more than one occasion, she always remained surprisingly unfazed by the subject, as if it were something perfectly ordinary.

Perhaps it was only natural, given her background... She stole a glance at their lower halves, hidden beneath the covers. His p*nis, pressing down heavily on her lower abdomen, had somehow managed to increase its already-impressive size.

That it had entered her at all... She grimaced, disgusted.

"I’m sorry it’s so easy for you to c*m, but I am.."

"I know. Morning wood."

Cárcel planted a light kiss below her ear and rose to his feet.

"I'll take care of it.”

She realized what his curt reply implied a few seconds later. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She watched his powerful back as he casually declared that he would ‘masturbate on his own’ first thing in the morning and got out of bed. Inés asked him anxiously, her eyes wide,

"You’re not saying you’re going to do it here and now, are you?”

"This is the bedroom, so where else would I do it?"

"But I'm here—"

"—and that doesn't matter?"

"Yes, i-it does! It matters to me...!”

Cárcel was already casually undoing his pants.

“It doesn’t matter whether I have you or not… After all, we are a couple. I actually think I’d be more excited if you watched.”

“There is dignity to be maintained even between married couples.”

“—It’s cute that you have dignity, considering you already gave me a blowjob.”

In an instant, she pulled her negligee up over her shoulders and down over her hips, rolling out of bed and out of it. And before she could see the damn thing again in the bright sunlight, she escaped into the dressing room.

***

Whatever, he felt refreshed after a long time. 08:35 AM, Cárcel Escalante got off at the main gate of the Naval Headquarters with a light step.

As it was the rush hour for carriages and horses passing in and out, the coachman disappeared as if he was pushed without having time to pay his respects to his master.

While the quadriga of the generals passed through the main gate and headed towards the stable near the entrance, the officers who drove their own horses ran slowly along the fence towards the stables at the back entrance, which were built with a little less care.

If that's the case, they could have entered and exited through the back door from the beginning, but they insist on showing off their horses like that. What kind of horse breed, where they are from, what their father and mother are like... However, unlike Mendoza, there is not much to brag about in such a remote place.

If that's the case, it can't be helped…... Cárcel, as if out of habit, quickly forgot to grumble about the childish nature of the men. As always, the place where horses gathered was filled with the faint smell of animals and excrement, but that didn't bother him much.

The reason was that he was denying the real, foul smell right in front of his nose like a madman. It was also thanks to the fact that he was remembered someone's scent. As he entered the building and the unpleasant smells disappeared completely, the scent in his memory became quite realistic. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] The reality of it made his lower body tingle a little, and a curse leaked out, but he felt good. Really.

As if wondering when he had fallen into the abyss of impotence and erectile dysfunction last night, it was a terrible time when he stood like a colt with no reins - all night long—and if he stood, he would kill again... But even so, the real thing, which was whining in his delusion, was better than the fake.

Even if he couldn't touch it with a fingertip.

Ines, who appeared in his dirty dream every day, did everything he wanted, but she had no ego and no substance. He never wished for such a dream, but in the end, it was his dream, so it was all his responsibility.

Thanks to that, it was always a series of pathetic feelings and guilt when he opened his eyes, so in retrospect, his marriage proceeded at a really opportune time. It was around the time he didn’t even feel guilty anymore.

When he closed his eyes, he dreamed, and when he dreamed, Ines would always appear and do all sorts of lewd things. She would ride him, and he would crush her. Her breasts bouncing above his head, her face pressed against him roughly and weeping….… Then, they would soon kiss affectionately and entwine their bodies, and when he spread her legs and buried his head into her clumsily, she moaned, urging him to bury his head deeper, like a vixen. It was the same even when he made her lie face down like a beast. Unable to bear the sight of her shamelessly lifting only her hips while lying face down, he would violate her indiscriminately, and Ines would shake her hips as if she wanted him to fill her up even more.

‘…Do you think that’s acceptable?’

Cárcel smirked. A bastard dream from a hilarious hallucination and unconsciousness like a rag… He thought to himself that he couldn’t imagine a dream more pathetic than this vivid one.

Still, he thought that when he opened his eyes, his manhood would be standing foolishly, masturbating like a machine, and savoring this vulgar dream—he briefly recalled his faint guilt, and then, shamelessly, he saw the face of Ines Valeztena.

Even that day when he saw her entering the chapel in a white dress. Even that day when he sat face to face with Duke Valeztena and dined with him… As if he had never seen a single strand of Ines’s hair in his dreams.

Even as he climbed the stairs, a sigh escaped his calm breaths. Cárcel recalled the early morning hours when he had been staring at Ines's delicate shoulders as they rose and fell.

With just a glimpse of that shoulder, Ines had defeated all his dreams. She had even defeated all the lewd gestures Ines had made in his lustful dreams.

Without any ulterior motive, he simply pulled her close and tried to hug her, but the moment his er*ction touched her firm buttocks—and the moment his breath touched her bare shoulder, he easily lost his senses.

Sometimes, just the sweet scent emanating from the nape of her neck was enough to make his blood rush down below. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Like a boy who had just lost his virginity, he was helpless against it.

How unfamiliar it was, how great was his shame at getting an er*ction for the first time in his life with a woman who was asleep… It didn’t really matter since it happened over and over again. Secondly, it didn’t matter that she was unconscious, and even if she woke up, it was unlikely that she would respond like a wild beast, so he hadn’t thought about what to do with her in the first place.

In the end, he poured cold water over himself at dawn and, holding his p*nis that wouldn’t die, he indifferently m*sturbated and cleaned himself up like a machine. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Ines didn’t wake up even as Cárcel entered and left the bedroom. Her eyebrows, which sometimes formed a hard expression, were relaxed, her eyelids looked more delicate than when she was awake, and her tightly-knit face was serene, betraying how she was never careless. She was surprisingly a heavy sleeper, and when he held her in his arms, she would mumble sleepily…

To him, it was like a dawn. Except that he did it alone.

Unlike the somewhat miserable dawn, there were quite a few specific ingredients in the morning. He didn’t need any specific imagination or positions, or memories of a wild beast that was probably a mess. It was enough to recall the feeling of her soft flesh just a few minutes ago, the faint scent of her flesh. Of course, this too was something the previous Cárcel Escalante couldn’t have imagined to be so miserable.

But Ines—Ines Escalante, was real, without a single lie.

Ines of Escalante, not Valeztena. Ines of Esposa… A wife who will live under the same name as him. His wife, who would share the ridiculous bedroom with him.

Suddenly, the ridiculous sight of the bedroom came to mind, and the moment he opened the door with a subconscious smile on his face…

“Are you smilinh?”

“—Do I smile?”

“Who bet that the captain would come in smiling? Is there anyone?”

Lieutenant Muñoz shouted in a booming voice. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Lieutenant Colonel Bardem of the Supply Corps, who had been lying almost diagonally on the sofa, suddenly sat up and hurriedly replied, ‘It’s me…!’ He looked pathetic enough to lose face, but no one seemed to care.

The smoking room, which is part of the office… used by the transportation and supply divisions, was originally a space where the smell of stale cigars would have stung the nostrils as much as the smell of horse manure from the front door, but…

“Get out of here with that smell.”

When a peculiar smell wafted in from the men crowding around, he was struck by an unpleasant sense of liveliness, a prelude to an unpleasant sweat stench….

He felt as if his nose had been paralyzed before it could even function. Ines’s lingering scent faded into the depths of his memory. Cárcel casually pushed aside one of his juniors and tried to walk toward his private office, but he wasn’t skilled enough to shake off all fifteen or so sturdy officers.

They blocked Cárcel’s path as they ran toward him, but at the same time, they threw silver coins here and there with sighs and lamentations, causing a great commotion. The only person who came out on top in this chaos was Major Bardem, who had no shame and even showed off his hand to a much younger junior.

Cárcel watched attentively as his adjutant, José Almenara, sneakily laid out silver coins with a vacant expression. He was quite involved.

“Well, ‘no expression at all’ is five, ‘seems to have no thoughts at all’ is two, ‘smiling like a pervert’ is one, and ‘looks like he might smile’ is one….”

“Ah, but sir, those who look like they might smile are essentially preparing to smile, so isn’t mine correct?”

Sergeant Sanchez protested earnestly, frowning deeply. It was as if he hadn’t seen Cárcel’s irritated expression at all. That impudent Sanchez was scheduled to be tortured all day tomorrow, holding a machine gun that didn’t matter to anyone.

Cárcel quietly ignored the bullshit of those who had bet on his face as he watched each and every one of them intently. It was unfortunate that they were betting on his expression when they didn’t even know what would happen to them tomorrow.

“My, someone wrote ‘crying.’ He’s going to come in crying.”

“Do you ask why it is…… Because marriage is a grave… You know, when you come out of the grave… Just thinking about going back in…..”

Captain Salvatore, who had failed in marriage twice before he was thirty and was on the verge of failing for the third time, muttered ominously.

“But Captain Escalante came in smiling.”

“It’s better to laugh than cry. He laughs because he can’t cry….”

“But I really think he was just laughing?”

“Right? Oh, but he’s not smiling now….”

“That’s right. Escalante, your expression is terrible.”

“But is it true that he came in smiling like a pervert? It looked to me like he was just smiling without thinking… Let’s forget Major Bardem’s answer and rejudge this.”

“No, pervert is right. What do you think is going on in Escalante’s head? Nothing but what he did last night….”

“Yes. That’s right. I haven't been to the grave yet.”

Cárcel answered Major Bardem curtly and tried to get out of the crowd again. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] However, the path ahead was immediately blocked.

“Oh my god, Escalante. What does that mean?”

It felt like he was being avenged by Ines in the morning.

“I think it means that he’s still on earth and not in the grave!”

“That’s a metaphor, dude.”

It was clear that his attempt to sort things out properly had backfired.