Episode 12

"Wow, I'm jealous."

"what?"

"Isn't that every man's dream?"

"So, what."

"A wife who does not bind her husband."

"…She is not my wife yet."

"Yes, of course. You are still free… ."

Jose nodded vigorously as if trying to make amends.

"I'm getting engaged soon, too. I'm getting married in half a year, and it's starting to feel real and scary. If I get married, I'll be under my wife's surveillance for the rest of my life… ."

"Why are you being watched when women won't even meet you? Be grateful to your fiancée in Gormas for the rest of your life. She's the one who took you in despite your shortcomings."

"Of course, that is true, but marriage is another matter, and a man's freedom… … ."

"The more I listen to it, the more I realize that this guy is a total piece of trash."

"yes?"

Jose's face turned pale at the sudden criticism.

"What kind of nonsense would you do to seek freedom when you're married?"

"No, I mean, I envy your free married life, Captain. Didn't your wife, or rather, Dona Señorita Ballestena, promise you merciful indulgence?"

"So, you saw me as a piece of trash like you?"

"yes?"

"I have the audacity to vow marriage in church, and yet I'm going to leave my wife and meet other women? I'm going to have illegitimate children here and there?"

It's true that I saw my superiors as rags, but I was really embarrassed.

When was it every man's dream?

No, and wasn't he a person who would do that? But, fearing that such thoughts would show on his face, Jose shook his head and said.

"Of course, you may not want to do that, but since the young lady of Ballestena—"

"Am I Ballestena's dog? If she tells me to go over there and mate with her, I'll go and do it right away?"

"No, no. To the one who will become the Duke of Escalante… ."

"What do you see me as?"

Of course he saw it as a rag. However, Jose mumbled, feeling unfamiliar with the profligate superior who had unexpected sincerity.

"But just in case, just in case… . I guess you are no ordinary woman. How fortunate you are that Senorita Ballestena has such a compassionate heart, such a kind heart, such a consideration for her husband, that she has given you the choice to live as you please… ."

"That woman doesn't care about me."

"yes?"

"Now you don't give a shit about me."

"… … ."

"So it's okay for me to do anything."

Wouldn't the words 'whatever you do is okay' be accompanied by a satisfied smile? If you think about the countless times you've said things like 'welcome', 'honey, it's good', and 'it's comfortable'.

But Cassel didn't look all right. He soon began to curse in a low voice. His superiors were swearing as often as they had when they were cadets.

But is it just that he has become more talkative? He has said all the words he would have said to his adjutant in a year in one day. Why would he do something he has never done before? If he thinks like that, what answer will he get?

'I thought it would be so nice to think about Maksal in the future… … .'

As if he had sensed his adjutant's disrespect, Cassel handed Jose his gun with a loud thud against his chest.

A harsh order was given to Jose, who accepted it in a panic.

"Pick that bird up in one minute."

"yes?"

"And don't even think about coming back until you've filled ten more here."

"… … ."

"I told Colonel Barka that you would prepare as much as you need for dinner. You know what, if you disappoint your grandfather, right?"

"… … ."

Cassel smiled with his usual smooth face and patted his adjutant on the shoulder as if to encourage him. Jose Almenara's poor marksmanship had been known since he almost failed to graduate from the military academy, but it didn't seem to be a big deal to his superiors.

"do well."

"… … ."

"Do a good job."

Finally, the hand of the superior who patted his shoulder was clearly filled with malice. What on earth did I do wrong… … . Another day passed by for the third son of the aggrieved count family.

***

"This is quite a long vacation, Captain."

"So you don't like it?"

"No way… I was glad to see you all summer. Even though I only saw you from a distance, just the memories you left me with last summer… Ah, hmm… … ."

Agnes moaned as soon as his lips touched her chin. It was a quick and sensitive reaction, unlike her saintly name.

The woman, who was already excited just by looking at his face, was pulling his waist as if she didn't need any more caressing. This aggressive, progressive, and impetuous woman's onslaught was not unfamiliar to Cassel, but somehow… .

"…Señora Piante, a moment."

"I'm already wet. I said I was ready a long time ago…! Sir Escalante, ah… ah…!"

Cassel had already pulled away, but she was rubbing her lower abdomen against his lower body, further increasing her excitement. It was as if she was telling him to take it out quickly.

I was so excited that I didn't even realize that he wasn't excited at all.

"Senora, just a moment, get away from me."

"Ugh, that's ridiculous. How could you do something like that? Ah… your uniform really drives women crazy… … . Just looking at it makes me feel wet."

Despite the lewd whispers that would instantly arouse a man, Cassel's bottom was still as noble as a monk's.

How could this be possible?

"How did God make you so perfect? ​​Why is it so… Your fiancée is jealous."

Even the word fiancee, that one short word, turned the monk's body into stone. Cassel now felt like her man was a stone that had nothing to do with her. A stone that hung awkwardly between her legs, devoid of any life or instinct.

At this age, it's ridiculous to be impotent… He tried to push the woman away with a strange sense of crisis, but the will of the woman who was extremely excited was not something that could be easily ignored. Agnes, who was in his arms and skillfully dodging Cassel's pushes, muttered as if she was upset.

"Whenever I see Senorita Ballestena, I can't stand how envious she is… You know? It's all because you're so perfect. Everyone knows that you don't love your fiancee… But… ."

"… … ."

"But in the end, I will remain Senorita Ballestena's man. At least on paper."

At least, on paper.

Those words that I had thought were a yoke, a restraint, a bondage that I had to carry my whole life, no longer grate on my ears. What was important now was… .

"But tonight is mine, isn't it?"

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

"I missed you so much. It was so painful to sleep with ordinary men, remembering just one night with you… If I hadn't known you from the beginning, I would have lived without realizing how ugly the ordinary men of Ortega were."

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

"You're the only one who turns me on like this. No matter how many other men try to think it's you, your face, your strength, your perfect body, ah… ."

'Only you can make me horny.'

Only when he realized the cause of this strange phenomenon did Cassel's face harden. He looked down at his own clone, which was as stone as stone and showed no intention of rising despite Agnes' touch.

Wasn't that just some nonsense that came out of a dream?

It was a dog dream, so they were talking nonsense. Do you think they knew what they were talking about in their dreams? Of course they wouldn't. They don't even know that they are illusions, so how could they possibly know?

I felt like I was going to burst out laughing. I kept repeating to myself that such things had no meaning, that words in dreams had no power, and I glared down, but the man didn't seem to have any plans for the time being.

"… Do you know how ugly they are? Sir Escalante… Seriously, you are too perfect. When you return to the coast of Calstera, Mentoza will surely be dark even under the sun. You are the light in the darkness, the salt of Ortega. Ah, your return, such a great misfortune for those who are happy just looking at you… … ."

His real misfortune was something else.

It was a curse. It was definitely a curse.

Cassel pushed her away and started to run away.

"Sir Escalante?"

"sorry."

"Captain Escalante!"

"That's all for today."

"Are you trying to make me more excited!"

"… … ."

"As expected, you are perfect! I'll wait! Here!"

He ignored the woman's desperate cries and disappeared down the hallway.

***

Anyway, after marriage, I have no choice. No woman other than Ines Ballestena. So, I am not a eunuch. This is not a eunuch… … .

No matter how many times he repeated it, the embarrassment did not go away. Cassel rubbed his face anxiously.

It's been three days since the secret meeting chosen as a way to resist Ines, who keeps appearing in his dreams, has led to consecutive failures.

The reason he wasn't completely discouraged by these repeated failures was because he was easily aroused by illusions that didn't even exist.

He dreamed of Ines Ballestena every night, and sometimes just recalling the dream made him horny.

like now.

Cassel looked down again, excited like a dog responding to a signal. So, this is not something that a goja would have.

But it was clear that something was broken.