The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Tw: s*xual content

Her lips, caught off guard, were about to scream, but she managed to retain her composure.

However, with her already perched on the vanity, legs spread, and Cárcel's head buried between them, there didn't seem to be much dignity she could recover.

“Cárcel, ugh, Cárcel… wait…!”

A hot breath touched her thin underwear. Cárcel didn't push her underwear aside, instead he just slid his lips along the damp space, leaving light kisses. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] From the crest of the split mounds to the most sensitive bud, along the delicate flesh of the inner valley, and all the way to the sealed entrance.

He already knew, as did she.

Cárcel gritted his teeth and gnawed at the delicate cloth, pulling it between his teeth. Inés, below him, was holding the moisture that was definitely not his saliva.

She thought of it calmly as a completely natural physiological response, but she was annoyed that she had been so blatantly exposed at the worst possible time. As if she had heard fifty taunts, even though he hadn’t said a word.

The shame of a woman who had only recently had her first night didn’t have time to take root. Inés roughly grabbed Cárcel’s hair and forced his head up.

But the face she had expected to see, mocking her with a mischievous smile, showed no expression. The emotionless face seemed threatening, belatedly. She quickly suppressed her annoyance and let go of his hair.

Inés was a bold, headstrong woman, but she was also very realistic, so it wasn't difficult for her to realize that she would lose more than she would gain from this provocation.

But most of the time, when you think it's too late, it's really too late.

Cárcel's lips followed Inés’s hand, softly biting her fingertip, then his lips moved down, pressing softly against her palm.

It was like a lion opening its mouth, and she stupidly stuck her hand inside.

And those lips.

"…..."

Those lustful lips that had just licked over her underwear… for once, the tips of her ears felt a little hot, and she tried to pull her hand away, but he caught her hand before she could.

The lips that had been pressing firmly against her palm ran a delicate touch over her hand, leaving kisses in their wake. As if her palm were taking the place of his lips… Inés wiggled her fingers, and his lips closed in deeper with a kiss.

When he had buried his face between her legs, bathing in the full light, she couldn't bear to look directly, but being able to see it made it even more embarrassing.

How shameless... She stared at the man who, as if she hadn't been exchanging nonsense with him a moment ago, had taken his place between her legs and was caressing her palm.

Cárcel, who had kissed every knuckle of her slender fingers, licked her fingertip and looked up at her from beneath his tousled golden hair. His eyes seemed even more vulgar than they had been during their first night. The hot smoke that had descended down her throat stirred in her stomach.

He held her hand with one hand, and with his other hand, he reached down and pulled one of her open legs towards him, looping his arm around her thigh from below. He rested one knee on the vanity chair.

Her long leg bent, his strong body leaned over her.

Her weight shifted, so Ines leaned back, resting against the mirror. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She was still exposing one of her br*asts, her thin waist bent, her legs spread wide on the vanity.

It was only when Cárcel could clearly see the sight, from her defenseless v*ulva, that he took his lips away from her hand.

"You really do look good with a mirror.”

It was less of pure admiration and more like teasing, but there was no playfulness in it at all.

A sinister feeling remained, and Inés tried to move her uncaptured leg, but his free hand pressed against the inside of her thigh, forcing her legs further apart.

Cárcel slowly moved his gaze from her face to the white underwear that hid her v*lva. The traces of her arousal lingered like his bite marks.

His blue eyes burned with blatant, insidious lust.

“And maybe, like me, you like mirrors too.”

"…..."

“It seems like you've received plenty of help. Don’t you think?”

It would have been better if he had said it looking at her face, but he was looking at her so intently as if he was talking to the space between her legs. It felt embarrassing and weird.

Inés managed to shake her head. Cárcel smiled crookedly.

"No?"

"That kind of help isn't helpful."

“You felt it."

".….."

"In the mirror, when I was tormenting your nipple."

"You don't have to say that—"

"—As you watched yourself shake your breasts."

"…..."

“If that wasn’t the reason, was it just getting excited because you’re only exposing one breast?”

She reluctantly shut her mouth.

She thought that maybe something worse would come out of her mouth if she tried to stop him, and that her current appearance would provide more material for his mockery.

But a late silence never had the effect of silence.

“Answer me, Inés.”

".….."

“This is a process of you discovering what you like.”

Instead of taking off her underwear, his hand, which had been pulled aside, went straight into her wet interior, without any hesitation. The idea of him telling her while looking at her face was just vanity.

His familiar eyes, those eyes she’d seen in the first night, were there, instead.

This was not okay, not okay at all.

His finger slowly pushed its way into her narrow walls, and he scraped against her interior, reaching as far inside as his finger could go. Inés tilted her head towards the mirror, biting her lip.

Immediately, a squelching sound oddly filled her ears. This... This, this is unbelievable...

"What made you wet?"

“…Ugh mmhmm…”

"Your hole has been wet for a while now, and we haven’t even done anything yet."

Despite the sound of obscene moisture, she heard a word that was unbelievably vulgar.

"So, s-, that kind of word...!"

"If you’re too refined to hear that, then tell me what excites you. What made you get wet so easily."

"Hmmm, ugh, ahh!"

"Why do you, a noble person, end up like this?”

The fingers probing her lower parts multiplied. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Two, then three… Each time his thick knuckles swept up and down her clenching walls, she writhed in pleasure, unable to control her body. The strap of her negligee gradually slipped down, revealing the other half of her breast.

Cárcel’s eyes gleamed dangerously, catching the edge of her exposed nipple. The negligee was so thin that it couldn't even hide the color of the areola underneath.

He lowered his head and swallowed it in one gulp. It was actually better to suck it until it hurt. Biting and chewing the tip of the nipple, gently rolling it with the tip of his tongue to soothe the pain…

‘…The fact that this being good...’

She must have been momentarily captivated by that awful skill. She frowned and pushed him away again.

His shoulder felt so solid against her hand, it was starting to feel like a chore. But as if he understood her intention perfectly, he pulled back a little

.

"You don't like this?"

"…..."

"It’s not helpful?"

He ran his tongue across her lips, asking about her feelings in earnest, but Inés was speechless for a moment.

She didn’t want to admit it, but her body had already reacted, even if she tried to lie. Telling a blatant lie was the perfect way to look pathetic.

“....It is helpful. It is, but…”

Inés acknowledged, her expression bordering on desolation. As soon as she finished speaking, Cárcel leaned towards her breast again, but she quickly raised her hands, one atop the other, blocking his face. Then she added.

“… I’m not a pervert. If something makes me feel, I feel it. I’m normal. You’re the one who’s a bit perverted, for watching me in the mirror, but, yes. Maybe I… “

“I know. You’re a bit perverted too, you see me in the mirror, you get off on me rubbing your breasts. Or maybe it’s because you’re not a pervert that you feel everything wherever I touch.”

He dutifully organized what she had just said. He was not at all happy about it.

“So you're basically saying that you were helped.”

“But I don’t want to feel like it’s necessary…“

“You know that saying it that way sounds kind of perverted, right?”

“…What?”

“When you say it that way, it sounds like you just like being forced."

It was a leap forward from the harsh criticism of their first night, when he said, ‘Are you asking me to rape you now?’ In fact, he was asking if she was doing this because she liked being forced to do something rather than out of a sense of duty.

Inés quickly shook her head.

“You know I don’t mean it like that—"

"—I don’t know. Should I go ahead and record the results as well?”

“Record? Where in the world…!”

“You’re already so wet, it probably won’t even hurt... The pervert will be disappointed today.”

He responded in a self-indulgent manner. Cárcel, still in his usual attire of shirt and suspenders, with only his pants slightly undone, rubbed his erect penis against the inside of her thigh, wetting the tip of his penis.

It was big, like rubbing a hard arm, and it was too long before she could even hold it. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] As she took a tense breath, her body slid off the dressing table.

His hand, which had been lifting her negligee, reached inside her panties and pulled her hips towards him. His hand roughly pulled down her briefs.

“Don’t wear something like this at night anymore.”

“Cárcel...!”

"It’s annoying when I try to do things your way."

Her body was forced to spin and fell face-down on the dressing table. He pressed against her from behind.