The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Tw: S*xual content

It was a natural sequence, as if she had offered her chest in return. Inés blinked, momentarily unable to comprehend the situation, as she looked in the mirror.

Cárcel’s calm blue eyes, his calm expression and calm lips, all came into focus at once. So did the sight of him clutching her left br*east in his large right hand, squeezing it.

But nothing seemed wrong.

There had been their first night, which had been too much for them already, but that night was so wild, so unreal, like a dream. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] After that first night, every night in Calstera had been so peaceful and chaste.

Every morning, the lecherous behavior always ended with light banter, so there was no sense of danger. The nights were dry and quiet.

She met Cárcel's eyes in the mirror, a little bewildered.

This was different from the morning, and different from the other nights. She instinctively realized that Cárcel was going to do it again.

It was about time, too. Inés calmly counted the days from their first night to now, but she was slightly bewildered, so she casually asked.

“...Is this suddenly the mood for it?”

“You said I was cute.”

It was almost as if he was saying that it was wrong. With his size, it wasn't a pleasant assessment.

His fingertips, which had been gently stroking her skin, now pressed down firmly on her prominent ni*pple, then grasped and kneaded the whole thing. This wasn't revenge, was it...? She didn't even frown slightly, but looked at him through the mirror and asked.

“Did you feel bad?”

“No.”

"But?"

"Actually, I don't feel bad at all, which is the problem."

"You don't feel bad, but why..."

Instead of answering, the hand that had been kneading her br*east above the thin negligee plunged into the cleavage, then naturally slipped beneath the negligee.

It was so sudden, yet it all flowed as naturally as if it had been that way from the beginning.

Should you call this bad habits or great dexterity...?

Inés felt mixed emotions and stared into the blue eyes in the mirror. Cárcel was already staring directly at her face in the mirror, so even though they were looking in the same direction, it wasn't difficult for them to meet each other's eyes.

He used his other hand to gently stroke from her sharp collarbone to her Adam’s apple, making her tilt her chin up slightly. Cárcel’s eyes widened as he saw how that single lift of her head made her look incredibly elegant.

Her eyelids fell towards the mirror, and beneath those delicate eyelids, the olive-colored eyes shone—not fragile at all….

He didn’t take his eyes off of Inés in the mirror, and he brushed her long hair back behind her.

The hair disappeared, leaving her neck and shoulders completely exposed. Her hair, which had been tangled around her chest, also disappeared, so Cárcel’s hand, which had been plunged into her chest above the negligee, and the shape of her br*east being crushed in his grasp beneath the thin fabric, were all clearly visible in the mirror.

She thought that the way the negligee lifted slightly as he kneaded her br*east was too explicit, but when Cárcel lifted her br*east with his fingertips, which had gone deep into her negligee, that thought disappeared.

Her negligee was much deeper than Inés had thought, and the br*east he held, lifting it from below, easily revealed its na*ked form above the garment.

It was now that it was too explicit. The br*east flesh, softly crushed in his grasp, the nipple that stood out, as if protruding between his fingers, everything.

".….."

“…Beautiful.”

His rough, low voice landed on her ear. It was a word that sounded like pure admiration, yet also had a twisted undertone.

But even that voice didn’t quite reach her.

It would have been easier to just strip naked and look in the mirror. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Wearing only a negligee like a dragonfly's wings, with one br*east carelessly exposed to a man's hand...

A hint of common decency made her feel a little ashamed each time he loosened his grip and then squeezed her br*east with force in a different direction, each time he kneaded, pushed up, and pressed down, distorting the shape in any way.

It wasn't that she was about to die of shame over this. It was just unnecessary.

“Cárcel... let's go to the bed.”

“I like it here.”

“...Why?”

“I just, I like it here, Inés.”

The way he pinched her n*ipple, trapping it between his fingers and pulling hard, was mischievous. It sounded as if he called "here" her chest, not the spot in front of the mirror.

Even though his large hand crushed her br*east into whatever shape he wanted, the shape of her nipple, standing stiffly between his fingers, remained blatantly clear.

He was clearly doing it on purpose. Or maybe he was doing it so she could see.

He crushed her flesh, his hand moving diagonally across her chest, until he gently lifted her br*east, revealing it to them in the mirror, its pale skin now marked with red handprints.

The rosy ar*eola and its peak, already slick with his enthusiastic sucking and tormenting, glistened unusually even in the dim light. Lubricant remained on top of the red marks, all traces of his relentless teasing.

Suddenly, she was in a vulgar state. A very vulgar, lecherous state... During their first night, there was no time to be aware of it, nor any opportunity - there was no need to face this sight with her own eyes.

She felt slightly dizzy, as if she had swallowed hot smoke, and the breath coming in and out of her throat felt hot.

It was an unwelcome change. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Inés barely managed to raise her body, with her usual calm face, only her brows furrowing slightly.

However, the hand that had tilted her chin down immediately pressed down on her shoulder. The force was firm.

She sighed and added.

“…I don't like it here, unlike you, Cárcel.”

“Since we’ve been in Calstera, we’ve never had se*x, so you don’t know yet how unpleasant it is to be rolling around in this place, do you?"

"I just don’t like this mirror.”

“Too bad. Your mirror seems to like you.”

Cárcel pinched her glistening nipple and chuckled softly. The slippery feeling made the peak more sensitive, and the twisting and pulling motion was messy.

Yes, it was messy.

He hadn't touched any other part of her. The negligee she'd changed into in the bedroom was neatly arranged, except for one br*east that was exposed. Yet, this was so messy, so lewd, so vulgar.

"This is too messy, Cárcel."

Inés whispered, as if she was blocking his thick wrist. As usual, it was an overwhelming force that she couldn't resist in the least with her strength.

She tried to belittle it as simply a dumb, rock-like arm, and used a more firm tone.

"There's no need to do this."

"We already did something worse during our first night."

“You were the only one who saw that. This kind of thing… you’re the only one who has to see it….”

"You're being too harsh, saying that only I have to see it.”

"I... ugh, don’t really want to see…"

The hand that had been cupping her chin now circled her entire neck and pulled her towards him. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel licked Inés’s earlobe, murmuring.

“You have to see it too, Inés.”

“Ughhh...mhm…"

"How much you drive people crazy.”

The hand gripping her br*east pressed down, a little clumsily, on her sensitive peak. Inés swallowed a moan and buried her head in his chest.

His lips, which had been sucking her earlobe, kissed their way down, to the top of her head, to her forehead, in a series of kisses, until they reached her eyes.

Their reflection in the mirror, looking at each other, subtly shifted into a nervous sight.

He gently ni*pped her delicate skin near her eye, not hurting her. It was a little bit like revenge. She didn’t even know what it was revenge for.

“You’re the one who started it.”

"What, ugh?"

"I’ve been putting up with you this whole time, and you’re the one who started it.”

It was probably Raul Balan who had started it, but it was all the same to Cárcel.

As if she were more surprised by the word “putting up with” than the accusation that she had started it, she muttered.

“Putting up with…?”

“So, who do you think is the reason nothing has happened to you all this time?”

She knew full well the patience he had shown every morning. But the mornings were one thing, when she thought about Cárcel at night... did he have any interest in her whatsoever?

His unexpectedly sincere face, knowing nothing but training, and his back as he sat on the balcony looking out at the night sea, settling into an overly earnest day. Cárcel in the evening was always bland, as if he had worked off all his morning’s energy in the afternoon training.

But if someone asked who it was all thanks to, Inés would undoubtedly point to herself. She had worked diligently for years, wearing gloomy, suffocating clothes to keep men from being interested in her. After getting married, she didn’t even use maids. Her clothes were not only gloomy but also clumsy. She always greeted her husband without even putting on proper makeup...

Yes, it was thanks to Inés.

"...You really don't know."

Cárcel muttered, almost like a sigh. And then, like a bee, he pinched her ni*pple again.

Inés swallowed a moan, this time turning her head away from the mirror to glare at him.

“Cárcel, of course, the biggest duty of a married couple is regular s*ex. So I’m thinking it’s time again... But...”

“The view in front of the mirror is not that great.”

He picked up on her words, as if he understood. He made an expression of boredom, like a boy listening to a lecture.

[ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] But formality was always necessary, regardless of his boredom.

“If it helps you even a little bit visually, I don’t want to stop... ”

She was thinking of replacing it with, "if it helps you get hard," or "if it helps you fabricate your desire."

He quietly asked back.

"But?"

“At least it’s not helping me. So."

"Oh, really?"

You should have memorized that smile.

Inés had no time to be surprised, she was suddenly lifted into the air, and before she knew it, she was sitting on the dressing table, looking at him.

“Do I get to check?”

"What—?"

"—If it helped you too.”

".….."

“To see if, as you said, it didn’t help you at all.”

Before she knew it, he had pulled up her skirt and spread her legs apart, then buried his head right between them.