Episode 11

"We were supposed to practice from dawn today."

"Fucking…

"brother?"

The sight of him glaring at his younger brother and swearing as soon as he woke up probably didn't look like he was in his right mind. Miguel took it as an extension of his sleep talking and shook his body again.

Cassel flinched at the touch, then roughly shook Miguel's hand away and sat up halfway.

The blanket slid down, revealing his muscular upper body. Not only was his face frowning slightly, but his naturally tall and slender build, along with his strong body built through intense training at the military academy, made him a perfect masterpiece.

But why? Why on earth, to Ines Ballestena? Like this, a star, a shabby… …. Cassel, who had been looking down at his own body and momentarily lost in a deep sense of doubt like the deep sea, suddenly noticed his lower body forcefully pushing up the blanket and held his breath.

"…go away."

"What's wrong? Are you crazy? Are you still half asleep?"

"Get out."

"What kind of dream did you have that made you like this?"

If it had been any other day, I would have lightly dismissed it as someone else's property, saying, 'I'm tired of being so full of energy...', but this was different from a normal morning.

"빨리 꺼져, 이 개새끼야…!"

The most important moment was the one that woke him up from that dream, and there was the added threat that he might be caught by that lacking being in a very shameful situation. As if he was afraid that if Miguel noticed his erection, he would see right through his dirty dreams.

He chased Miguel away, spitting out curses that he had not uttered since childhood. He did mention his father as he was being kicked out, telling Miguel to think about the aftermath, but the Duke of Escalante hated tattling the most. So that was not even something that could upset Cassel.

"… … ."

This is something that will not only upset his mind, but will also ruin it.

When he lifted the blanket, the tip of the transparently wet silk was already up, twitching and looking at him as if mocking him. The feeling of those slender fingers grasping it still remained faintly, as if it had actually existed.

Just like a third-rate novel, the plot is wicked, the dialogue is wicked, and the wicked… … .

"… Ines Ballestena."

The clone tingled as if responding to the name.

A mean woman. A strange woman. Stiff, boring, like a nun in a convent, all black, white body, white face, face… .

"...ah…."

Scared to recall the face in his dreams, he imagined Ines on the bed. Ines Ballestena, lying languidly between Cassel's legs like a sated lioness, holding his penis with her slender hand and swaying under the hot pole.

That white, clean face between his legs.

A feeling of guilt and an unbearable urge came over him. Cassel was already grabbing his penis and roughly moving it up and down, moaning softly. Ines Ballestena. Damn Ines Ballestena…

What was constantly lingering in Cassel's throat was half Ines Ballestena's name and half a bunch of unintended insults. He couldn't bear it. In his imagination, Ines opened her mouth and barely bit the tip of his penis.

Even the cough that burst out as if it were a burden was lovely to swallow. It was clear that even if I forced it all the way down my throat, I wouldn't be able to get even half of it. The penis that filled my wide-open mouth went back and forth shallowly in her mouth.

Up, down again, Ines' face moved over his lower body, her flowing hair brushed behind her ear. Cassel clenched his teeth nervously and quickly grabbed and shook his penis.

The beautiful face, like a sculpture, began to blur with the heat, and then eventually became distorted. He ejaculated on Ines' nonexistent face.

His semen was stained lewdly on her characteristically clean and pure face. She licked the semen on her lips with her tongue and smiled lecherously.

Of course. This wasn't the real Ines. Cassel swallowed a curse and ran away, getting up from the bed with traces of ejaculation still on it.

This was a dream. A dream that I must wake up from. This could not be real. Thinking of Ines and masturbating.

How dare you imagine doing such a thing to Ines' face.

He nervously grabbed his robe and put it on, then called over a servant passing by and had him clear the bed and prepare a bath.

After the brief pleasure, a wave of guilt came crashing down on me. But that was only for a moment.

'That's why I don't want to waste my energy on a guy I don't even like like you.'

A strange, mischievous woman. A woman who pretends to be gentle but does everything her own way. She said that she didn't care whether he went out and got her because he didn't like her anymore, even though she didn't say it that way. She said that since she didn't like him, there was no need to question him, no need to be jealous, and no reason to want to kill him.

'…no way.'

Did he really want to be questioned? Cassel glared at the wall as he soaked himself in the cold water. No way. How could he have such a ridiculous idea? But then he remembered his cousin Oscar's famous words from when he was young. "Dreams are the expression of desires. You're still a kid, so you probably don't understand, but... " If that's really the case...

The image of Ines sitting across from him in the bathtub came to his mind as if in a hallucination. Cassel swallowed a harsh curse again and hit the water.

But Ines' illusion just sat there, mocking his efforts.

He had a languid look on his face, his soft feet resting on her legs and his head leaning slanted against the bathtub. He looked like he wanted to snatch her up and lift her onto him.

If only he could make that neat face fall apart right now, if only he could make those chaste lips cry every time his hand touched her… The illusion disappeared without a second thought, as if it had noticed his fleeting impulse.

Cassel glared at the innocent wall again, then jumped up, splashed himself with a few more splashes of fresh water, and climbed out of the tub.

"Fuck, fuck…!"

I guess I should go out. It would be okay if I met people. He needed some routine. The summer vacation must have been too long. Boredom must have driven him this crazy… .

If you look at the sky, feel the breeze, and think human thoughts, such evil delusions will never take root.

And a fiancée who wasn't particularly pretty, wasn't affectionate, made his life a hassle, and didn't even like him anymore...

***

"… If you don't care, then I'm fine. Since you told me to live however I want, then yes, I can live however I want. Right? Now I can do shit out in the open… Why? Because I don't care at all whether my fiancée does it or not. How comfortable. It must be every man's dream."

"… … ."

"Do you care what I do? You're welcome. It's comfortable and nice. It's nice for me…"

"Captain Escalante. Do you know that you've been saying the same thing all along?"

It was the fifth time that Cassel said, "I'm fine."

Jose Almenara, the third son of Count Almenara and his loyal aide, sighed and put down his rifle. He could not concentrate at all.

The boss, who was always reserved and blunt, not only kept repeating the same thing this morning, but he also became strangely talkative. It was as if he had suddenly taken the wrong medicine somewhere. On this wonderful vacation, what kind of misfortune had brought me here… .

Because of these circumstances, it was true that it seemed a bit easy.

"I?"

"yes."

"what?"

"I'm talking about Balestena's fiancée."

Unlike Jose, who was focusing on hunting with difficulty, there was no response from Cassel, who had just now raised his hunting gun.

A moment later, he easily hit a bird flying low over the forest.

Cassel, who had been staring blankly at the acrid smoke rising from the muzzle, turned to his adjutant and spoke coldly.

"How can someone who can't even shoot a gun point out something?"

"… I'm sorry. But really."

"It's no fun to keep telling the same story, you know. Right now."

"No. It's fun. It's a lot of fun."

Jose denied it vigorously, waving his large palm like a bear. He was so big that even that was dull.

Cassel frowned.

"Am I a clown? A bard? Am I saying this to amuse you? Almenara, who are you to be amusing, or not to judge? Is that what you know of military law? Deceiving your superiors? Do you want to be court-martialed?"

"No, I mean… ."

"So? When your superiors talk, just listen."

His adjutant was timid despite his size. While Cassel was large and sturdy, Jose was large, almost gigantic, but his heart was not like that, so he was always like that.

When I feel a little comfortable, I unconsciously lie down like a sloth, and when I come to my senses, I run away like a rabbit.

Jose nodded and kept his mouth shut for a while as if he was going to remain quiet, but then he opened his mouth again in a hurry, as if the brief silence felt like punishment.

"But you know, this is the first time I've seen the captain talk so much. It seems like he really feels good because of what he said—."

"What do you mean I'm 'cute'?"

It looks like the direction you took the picture is wrong.

Cassel didn't look happy at all. For someone who always said, "I'm fine," he seemed excessively happy.

Jose said hesitantly.

"chat...."

"Say it again."

"No, you were always, mostly, reserved."

"… … ."

"You never said much about the lady of Ballestena either."

Cassel, who had been staring at him intently, suddenly slowly turned his gaze away.