The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Tw: S*xual Content

Chapter 7. Some Dogs Are Only Kind to People

Sunlight roused her from her sleep. She was curled up against the window overlooking the balcony, and she opened her eyes slowly to look at it.

The sound of the waves seeped in through the slightly open door. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Cárcel had undoubtedly opened it earlier. She looked at the window, her vision still blurry, as if she was looking at the sound rather than the sea.

The construction on the residence, which she had started a few weeks ago, was nearing completion, and the sounds of tools that used to be heard outside every morning were gone. The fence was already perfect, and the greenhouse for Cárcel was finished. Only a few internal issues remained, and those would all be finished in a few days.

Time was sometimes gauged by sound like this. She listened to the sound of the white sheer curtain rustling softly in the wind, then slowly got up.

Her body, bathed in the bright sunlight, was a mess, as expected. It was covered in the marks of Cárcel's bites and kisses. The remnants of the relentless s*x that had tortured her all night—eventually, her mind had passed out before her body did, while he continued to torment her all over. And even while he was washing her at the end, he was still unsatisfied.

‘…Unsatisfied.’

Even though it was just a figure of speech, she was slightly turned off by the word “unsatisfied.”

Did he always have s*x like that?

Day by day, he was becoming an increasingly difficult force for her to match, a relentless intensity she couldn't handle sometimes. If he had been tormenting and exhausting every woman he had s*x with like this, there would have been rumors about him in that area long ago…

But the rumors about Cárcel Escalante that the previous her remembered were consistently clean, even when they dealt with the racy subject. One night was always just one night, so he didn’t have any women he could call his lover, so there were no huge love affairs, and even the women who had clung to him for another night and been rejected still raved about their time in bed with him.

Even though they were supposedly ashamed to death at being rejected for the first time in their lives—the first reason was that how could they dare hate him, given his perfect face, when they were too busy admiring it, and the second reason was that even if they hated him, they couldn't deny that it was the best s*x of their lives.

Along with the assessment that he had a good face that made people automatically recall only the good memories, as if their minds were broken.

The Ines of her past life had never asked or wondered about either of those testimonies, but even back then, a night with Cárcel was the ultimate prize a noblewoman in Mendoza could get, something rare and precious that not everyone could have.

It would probably be a night they would recount and brag about until their deaths. So, it wasn’t a stretch that they had whispered about Cárcel Escalante's s*x habits into her ears until she died at twenty-six.

At any rate, Ines understood why they had raved so much. He was really good, frighteningly good….

But looking back, the details of those raves she had heard so much about were just acts within a very normal framework. As someone had said, the only things about him that were abnormal were his face, strength, body, and size….

No kinky acts, no unilateral demands. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] That was one of the many practical reasons why she could choose him in this life.

‘A clean relationship….’

She looked down at her own mottled body again.

‘…Is this clean?’

The traces of persistent desire and excessive arousal that had spilled everywhere... She couldn’t have s*x with her asleep, so it was like he was trying to get his fill this way, and on the other hand, it felt like he would jump on her again if she happened to wake up in the middle of it.

‘No matter what, he’s insane...’

Of course, he wasn’t a pervert in the proper sense. He wasn't creepy like a s*x addict, and he didn't demand s*distic acts unilaterally. He hadn’t done anything creepy that would have offended her.

And yet, there was a moment that was creepy... The moment when the thing that was rammed into her like a stake inside her stood up again.

Yes, he was perverse in a way. He had perverse strength. The feeling of intimidation when his stallion-like body climbed on top of her, and the feeling of being swallowed by his body like a wave, even when she tried to get away...

Thinking about it made her feel drained again, so Ines quickly got rid of him in her mind. Fortunately, he was no longer in the room.

‘When did he leave?’

She turned her drowsy eyes to the spot where Cárcel had been lying. A meal was laid out on the table, as if for her.

Had a servant or maid come in while she was sleeping? Her face flushed. If Duchess Valeztena saw this, she would have condemned her, saying, "Do you eat like you’re scavenging for scraps, living in this birdcage?" But originally, Ines didn't care much for formalities in terms of eating.

She had spent so many days starving in her life with Oscar that sometimes, simply eating itself was a source of joy. What was the point of formalities?

Besides, these days, supposedly, noblewomen were annoyed by having to get all dolled up perfectly from the morning just to make sure their husbands weren't eating alone, and it was common to enjoy a lazy meal alone in the bedroom. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] If she didn’t have to brainwash everyone around her with the idea that she was 'dedicated to this marriage with passion, effort, and all my heart,' Ines wouldn’t even want to open her eyes in the morning, let alone have a lazy meal.

Still, the military's characteristic—Cárcel's relentless spirit of accepting every morning as sacred—had spread to Ines like a contagious disease.

The fact that her body was aching and her eyes were forced into life by habit was proof of that.

“Ha……”

She didn’t even have the strength to let out a deep sigh, only a shallow sigh escaped.

She had tried to make up for the morning’s plague-like vitality with an afternoon nap, but now she had given up even that laziness, and fortunately, the Ines of this life didn’t spend much time on her appearance.

So, all she had to do was comb her hair and dress properly.

That’s how every morning was going well. Until today, and until now, before she had to face the food on the bed while still naked….

She couldn’t even go downstairs in this little two-story house.

“Awake?”

The culprit entered the room, pushing open the door to the small room that was mainly used as the couple’s bathroom. His hair was slightly damp, as if he had just washed his face.

His blue eyes flashed with surprise as he instantly spotted her sitting on the bed. As usual in the mornings, his mind was clear and bright, just him.

Of course, his body quickly followed his gaze. He had a long stride, and their bedroom was less than half the size of the bedrooms they had each used before they got married.

“I was worried because you weren’t getting up.”

“Then keep worrying. It’s all your fault.”

Ines glared at him with narrow eyes.

Cárcel was everything she wasn’t. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] There was nothing surprising about the fact that she was particularly vulnerable in the mornings, just as he was strong in the mornings, but there was no day like today where the two extremes had been so far apart.

It was only natural. He had tormented her so much… She glared at him with clear resentment, but Cárcel’s flawless face didn’t change at all.

He was always like this in the morning, even though he had been so obedient in the afternoon. That hard, unyieldingness, as if her words sometimes didn’t even reach him. That nonchalant attitude, not even hiding the fact that he was ignoring her…

“I know, Ines. That's why I prepared everything so you wouldn't have to go downstairs.”

“Are you telling me someone saw me like this?"

"Don't worry. It was me who prepared your meal."

Cárcel was truly nonchalant and looked as refreshing as could be. It was infuriating how he was clearly the one who had been rolling around with her, yet he looked like he’d just returned from another world, all fresh and clean.

She wasn’t the only one who had s*x, he was the one who had used most of his strength, dragging her here and there and hammering into her.

But why was she the only one so battered?

It looked as if Cárcel had sucked all her energy out of her. That was the feeling he gave off, even more than other mornings, that smug and full feeling, that satisfied expression on his face.

‘He dares to have a smug look on his face….’

“How did you get it in here?”

“I brought it in through the door.”

“…….”

“You’re so suspicious.”

He said that and then, in a seemingly natural gesture, ran his hand through her hair, a touch that felt vaguely sinister. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] It was obvious that her hair was a mess and that he was simply trying to tidy it, but you never knew when a spark might fly out of him.

Cárcel got aroused so easily…. As Ines pushed his hand away, clearly wary, Cárcel laughed, as if seeing through her distrust, and put on a harmless face.

"My heart skipped a beat. Ines."

“…….”

What was the point of putting on a harmless face? He was staring down at her naked breasts and giving her a sweet, teasing s*xual harassment, saying, “You’re looking good thanks to you.” And as she was about to issue a stern warning against the constant s*xual harassment, which had become almost habitual for her, he lowered his hand, grabbed her br*asts, and squeezed them.

Finally, Ines chased his hand, which was twisting her n*pple, and slapped him. He caught her hand before it reached him, clasped her fingers, and held them tight.