Episode 44

Cassel's lips, which ran down her neck and down to her chest, bit her fleshy skin several times as if leaving marks, and sucked on the spot. Wherever his lips rested, marks were left, like flower petals that had fallen to the floor.

Soon, he gently grabbed one side of her breast with his large hand and pressed his lips to the voluptuous flesh that was sticking out between his fingers. However, the force that was pushing her downwards became stronger, and half of her from her buttocks to her spread legs were floating in the air.

Ines grabbed Cassel's head, frowning slightly as if in pain or not. Pushing her chest upwards as if crushing it, twisting and pinching her nipples as if teasing them, and finally sucking and swallowing her areolas were overly stimulating.

Just seeing him clinging to her with that large body and biting her chest was dizzying.

He had been showing signs of being needlessly obsessive and devoted throughout their relationship, and now she had come to the realization that she couldn't just stand there like a tree. She had to stop him to some extent.

"Car, cell, this… this kind of thing… ."

"Where else but your chest? Between your legs?"

Cassel looked up at her with an almost earnest attitude and asked her back, still half-taking her nipple in his mouth.

Even her expression was as neat and tidy as when she was wearing her uniform, so it was absurd for her to end up putting her chest in her mouth.

The chiseled face, the curve of her mouth, and the nipples glistening with saliva between them were like a dream. The most absurd and hideous dream in the world… … Then, suddenly, Ines realized what Cassel had asked her and shook her head in horror.

"no no-."

Meanwhile, Cassel's lips, which had been stuck to her chest, moved upward and settled randomly on her chin, cheeks, bridge of her nose, and forehead.

"then?"

"Kassel, because of you, uh, I'm so out of my mind I can't even speak—."

"Was there anything in particular you didn't like about the kiss I just received?"

"—Are you really going to check that out? No, I mean, Cassel. Wait, ah, stop for a moment."

Cassel lifted his lips from her collarbone. He was still poking and rubbing heavily between her legs, but at least his face seemed to be listening.

She was speechless for a moment when he saw her like that. Before she could barely swallow the moan that burst out as he began to rub her down again.

"This kind of thing… This kind of thing is not okay, Cassel."

"What is this?"

"I know you want to make me feel good."

"Well, you're still not feeling well."

Before I knew it, the hand that had been caressing my chest was now rolling my nipple, which had become sensitive due to stimulation, with its fingertips. He suddenly chuckled.

"It's not like it's all that bad, though."

"Ugh, that's what it is. You're trying to make me feel good."

"I don't understand… So what you're saying is, don't make me feel good?"

For a moment, strength seemed to be building in his fingertips, and then Cassel grabbed Ines' entire chest and pulled the peak mischievously.

"You don't like feeling good?"

"… I'm not a pervert… ."

"It's not a pervert to like having your nipples touched like this, Ines."

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, I'm not a pervert, so I don't mind feeling good… Heh… ."

"So, is it good to pull on the nipple?"

"what?"

"Does this feel good?"

Cassel asked seriously, pinching her nipple once more as if investigating the facts. He really wasn't teasing her in the least, perhaps with a seriousness closer to research or experimentation… .

It felt like I had just received a questionnaire from a weekly magazine. As Ines stared at him in bewilderment, he frowned slightly and asked again.

"Okay, no?"

"how…."

"Remember. If you don't like it, I won't do it again."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's okay—"

"It's neither good nor bad. You answer well."

"I guess this kind of thing, huh, it doesn't matter… ."

Now that I think about it, just now, he said 'nipple'... I couldn't believe that he had said that explicit word so casually and in such a blunt voice.

I just called a nipple a nipple… . A nipple is a nipple… but no matter what… … . A look of absurd confusion crossed Ines' face.

Of course, it is absolutely nothing compared to the various antics Oscar had committed during his first life as the Crown Princess, and all the dirty words he had heard during those antics. But that was because 'that' Oscar was crazy, because he was crazy, and that's what he did, what he said, and what he thought...

Even when she was living that life, she actually thought of everything that happened in her daily life as something from another world. Even though she was in this kind of abyss, it was something that would never happen in the ordinary world. Only crazy people would do such things and say such dirty things…

And Cassel Escalante was neither crazy nor from another world. Even if he was trash, he was trash of the normal category. Of course, even if Cassel Escalante shouted the word 'nipples' thousands and thousands of times in the middle of the Santalaria Road, he could not even keep up with 'that' Oscar's feet.

But it's ridiculous... ... .

Ines had been living in isolation from the world for a while, so her immunity had in some sense been weakened. For a moment, her face became weak, and she shook her head.

"You, milk… Ha, don't say that… ."

"Ines, there are so many things you shouldn't do."

Cassel muttered, seeming troubled.

"I told you I wouldn't do it if you didn't like it."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll call you by a different name from now on."

"… My heart is the dog you're raising? Why on earth do you have to call me that? No, that's enough, that's enough…"

"I'm starting to feel bad again… ."

And then he was observing Ines' progress again. He was really looking at her face seriously, and his mood became complicated.

Below, the subject was still so hideous that it looked like it was going to burst through her pants… As she wiggled her hips and tried to sneak out from under it, a large hand grabbed her waist again and pulled her down.

"You're not a pervert, so you said you liked what felt good."

"… … ."

"But I shouldn't make you feel good."

The uncharacteristically precise summary again puzzled her. Ines's gaze, too, seemed to force her into a dead end, into saying anything.

Thanks to this, Ines came to the conclusion that no matter how she said it, it was bound to sound blatant.

"… What I'm happy about has nothing to do with having a child."

At the words of giving up and answering, Cassel was silent for a moment.

Silence once again drove her into a dead end.

"Kassel, I appreciate your kindness. This marriage was not something you were happy with in the first place—."

"—There you go again."

Ines immediately changed the subject, hearing the comment that it was a predictable repertoire.

"I don't have a good personality—"

"—If that's the packaging, then it's fine."

The story of the turning point was blocked as soon as it was brought up. Ines quietly studied Cassel's expressionless face. Cassel suddenly said.

"I was the one who sent the proposal letter. I was the one who told your father to give you up after two weeks, and I was the one who got cursed at for two weeks."

"… … ."

"In the end, I wanted this marriage too. Ines Ballestena."

"… … ."

"It doesn't matter whether you like me or not, or whether I like you or not. You wanted this marriage, I wanted this marriage, and that's all there is to it."

He still had a blank expression.

"And you won't admit it."

"You're the one who gave up and accepted it a long time ago. You didn't have a choice… ."

"Yeah. Just like this."

"… … ."

"You have a habit of manipulating me into doing whatever you want under the pretense that you were the only one who wanted this marriage."

The fake smile disappeared from her face, as if she had been stabbed in the stomach. Cassel smiled as if he had stolen it from her.

"Of course I wanted you, including that."

"… … ."

"I like girls with bad personalities."

It was a brief smile. Cassel slid his hand from around Ines' waist down between her legs, grabbing the bushes and pulling them apart.

Ines shuddered slightly, startled by the unexpected action. He kissed her shoulder to calm her down, and found a prominent peak under the bushes. He rubbed it, and this time her body shuddered slightly, but with a different meaning.

The clitoris, already sensitive from friction, was sensitive to even the slightest teasing. He smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It looks like the inside is already wet."

As Ines shut her mouth and turned her head as if to run away, Cassel lowered his lips to the cheek exposed next to her and asked.

"Can I check?"

"…if you say no."

"Anyway, if you try to 'make a child,' you'll get caught."

She didn't say anything else, but just glared at him. Not seriously, but enough to convey her annoyance.

Then, the fingertips that had been caressing her clitoris dug deep into the crack beneath it, as if by magic.

"Kassel…! Stop it, huh…!"

I could feel the inside, which was already wet enough, naked. The finger dug deep into the hole and rubbed the inside as if to expand the inner wall, and then finally pushed in another finger. Unlike the first one that was accepted quite easily, there was quite a bit of resistance when pushing in the second finger.

As he opened it slightly from the inside, Ines stared at him with a reddened face.

"Ines, you're not a pervert."

"Ugh… … ."

"You shouldn't hate something that makes you feel good, right?"