Episode 10

"Ines, stop. I'm not finished talking."

"I don't want to hear any more."

"No, listen."

Cassel gently grabbed Ines' wrist. … Grabbed? He looked at his own hand, which had grabbed Ines' wrist without knowing why, and then at Ines, who nervously shook it off. What is going on? Why am I doing this… … .

But Ines' face, which suddenly turned around to look at him, was even more spectacular. He was dumbfounded by her face, which was distorted and soaked with tears. Ines with such a face.

He was staring blankly at it for a moment, unable to breathe, when suddenly, completely unrelated to his ego, his lips began to move.

"Listen carefully. Ines Ballestena. I am."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Damn it, listen to me. It's not what you think it is."

"If not that, then what? How am I supposed to interpret the relationship between you and that woman?"

Cassel's mind was filled with questions. First, what on earth is this situation? Second, why is this hand grabbing that wrist again? Third, why on earth is this mouth moving on its own? Fourth, you and that woman... ... .

… between you and that woman?

Ines Ballestena is talking about something like 'between you and that woman'?

"There's no need to interpret it. It's nothing."

His lips moved again, against his will, even though he didn't know who that woman was. He even raised his arms, and pulled Ines into a hug. He hugged her. He pulled her, he hugged her.

...what?

"Let go, let go of this…!"

Cassel was holding Ines, and at the same time he was feeling very embarrassed. It really wasn't his intention.

And what is this dramatic atmosphere? And why is Ines' voice so husky?

"Ines, you know that without you, nothing means anything."

It felt like the sky was falling. Meaning? What? If not you, what? It was something he couldn't believe even though he was saying it himself. He asked God in despair if these were really the words that came out of his mouth, but the hand that was stroking her hair soothingly was no longer surprising.

In his arms, her tear-soaked eyelashes were trembling pitifully. That Ines… that nun or witch from Ballestena… … . He swallowed dry saliva. And the moment Ines looked up at him with wet eyes, longingly… .

"Did you really think I'd be fooled by such a simple statement? Let go. You're such a coward, Escalante."

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"… … ."

It was a shock that made time seem to stop. Cassel glanced down at his hands that were firmly supporting her back. He thought she was definitely shaking, but he could see that it wasn't like that at all.

Then his man too… .

"… … How far do you want to insult me? This is ridiculous. I can't believe it… This is dirty, this is dirty!"

"… … ."

Unfortunately, the erection was only a physical reality.

"Where the hell are you putting that! Where do you dare put that!"

Ines' unrealistically dramatic scream just brushed past Cassel's ears. Really, really, surprisingly, that hard thing was stabbing Ines' lower abdomen. It was ridiculous. It was ridiculous. This is... ... .

"Get off me. Let me go!"

Ines pushed his shoulder with her palm several times, but when she felt it was not enough, she clenched her fist and started pounding his shoulder.

It was not an empty boast that he was good at hitting, it really hurt. Even his talent stood out as he instinctively tried to double the pain by slightly raising his middle finger in his tightly clenched fist.

He swallowed a groan and held her tighter.

"Let go! You filthy thing!"

"Ines!"

"Don't even call my name with that filthy mouth! You horny dog…!"

"—I told you, it means nothing without you!"

… So what does it mean to be erect? Cassel replied to himself in a panic. Then, just as he did so, his mouth spoke again in a reckless manner.

"This wouldn't have happened without you. It's impossible. No woman but you… ."

"… … ."

"You're the only woman who makes me like this."

"… … ."

"Only you can make me horny."

Damn it… Seriously, it was an erection.

Even with his voice as lyrical as ever, as if there was nothing more romantic and true in the world… He now gave up halfway and watched this scene over which he had no control at all.

If it was a dream, he hoped he would wake up quickly, and if his brain was broken, he had to get the elixir from two hundred years ago from Ines and give it to her to blow away this memory.

But contrary to his earnest wish, Ines bowed her head in his arms and muttered.

"… Let go, stop it now."

Ines absolutely loathed the muttering voice that was too soft for others to hear, but ironically, she found it quite cute when she said it… … Cute. I was unconsciously following the strange man as if my heart was possessed. It wasn't just any other woman, it was Ines. I had to wonder if she had some kind of plan.

His fiancée was now twenty-three, not six, and if we were to speak of cuteness, she had not been cute since she was six.

But is it cute? Who?

"Kassel… … ."

His fiancée, looking up at him with tearful eyes, strangely stimulated his protective instincts and also made him more excited.

"I'm embarrassed because of you… … ."

How can the feeling of looking at a wounded bird on the palm of your hand and the feeling of wanting to tear all your clothes off coexist? Even though the place that was hit was different, my penis, which had expanded to its limit in an instant, hurt. It was such a pathetic pain, like a boy seeing a woman's naked body for the first time. Even if you put aside the fact that it wasn't like this at all when you first saw a woman's naked body.

Even the modest and neat Ines, who doesn't show an inch of skin below her neck. And that stiff, boring fiancée… .

"I won't let you go until you trust me."

This is what he was doing. The hand that had been supporting her back moved down to her buttocks, bringing their lower bodies closer together. Incredibly, a languid sound came out from the back of Ines' throat.

"… … Then prove it."

Her plain and neat face was wet with tears and looked sad, but then she looked up at him with a wicked smile. It was definitely a dream. It was so unrealistic, but everything was implemented so realistically that what had been half-believing turned into complete conviction the moment Ines' hand grabbed his center.

This was a dog dream. And a dog in heat at that.

"Show me how much you want me, Cassel."

Since it was a dream, all that was left was to wake up. This was definitely a dream. And it was just a dirty dream… . I had to wake up quickly. Ines was not suitable as the subject of such low-level delusions. Seeing the buttons neatly fastened like nuns' clothing even made me feel guilty.

When he gets married, he will have to do this and that, but for now, at least not with Ines Ballestena. Furthermore, Cassel, who has lived without knowing what it means to be 'lacking', has never dreamed of having a woman in the first place. Not like this.

Of course, in reality, like a man who suffers from great desire frustration and is somehow lacking, this is how it is… … .

"… … ."

She lightly untied her hair that had been tied up. Cassel had known Ines for a long time, but he had never seen her with her hair down. Ines smiled at Cassel's slightly dazed expression, and slowly ran her hand over the button-up that reached the end of her neck.

One, two… … As the buttons began to unbutton, beautiful skin began to be revealed. If it hadn't been a dream, Cassel's beautiful eyes would have lost their dignity and shaken violently.

Her breathing became irregular. The clear cleavage above the white underdress she was wearing caught his gaze, and soon after, even the underdress disappeared down, and her irregular breathing became clearly rough.

She was wearing nothing under her underdress.

"… Ines, why is there nothing inside."

The words, "Isn't she wearing anything?" disappeared from my throat. I thought that if I said it, she might just knock me down. It was excessive concern for someone who couldn't move a single finger as he pleased, but it was really painful.

Shoulders that draw a beautiful round line, breasts that are plump enough to overflow when held in the hand and have a pretty shape, a slim waist, hips that are plump like the breasts and the legs that fall below them, another beautiful line.

She looked like a woman from a famous painting depicting an ancient myth. Her naked body was dazzling. Her curly black hair hung freely, and her naked body showed no shame at all. Her gaze, as if tempting him, reminded him that this was nothing more or less than a pipe dream.

"Whenever I come to see you, always come like this."

… However, just because it is a dog dream, there is no need to wake up right away.

It was a harmless dream anyway. Not painful, not sad, just a dream where Ines Ballestena appears naked… That kind of dream. Cassel slyly changed his stance. Sometimes, this kind of waste of time is necessary.

"I hope you will recognize this body and touch it soon… … ."

"… … ."

"I have been waiting for this day for a very long time, Cassel."

She put her hand inside his pants without warning, spread her slender fingers, and grabbed his penis. Cassel gritted his teeth as if he was enduring it, then roughly pulled her head in and kissed her.

This dream must never be awakened again. Never… … .

"...brother?"

Cassel opened his eyes with a start. It was a familiar ceiling, except that Miguel's innocent face was at the edge of his vision.

"… …Fuck."

Fucking ceiling, fucking Miguel… … .

Fuck, that was a perfect dog dream.