Episode 45

"Cassel, ugh, so, this kind of thing… ."

"Stop?"

At that moment, Cassel's fingers opened and scratched the inner wall. Ines nodded, covering her lips.

"What if I don't put my semen in here with my hand?"

This time, he couldn't nod. Cassel clicked his tongue with his usually stoic face.

"Yeah, this isn't going to be of any use when it comes to getting you pregnant."

"I'm okay… ."

"It's okay, so take off your clothes, spread your legs, and then I'll just stand you up and fuck you. That's all you want from your husband."

"… … ."

"Ines."

"I don't hate feeling good. I just don't need it. We're a couple who got married without love, and we have to do this kind of duty periodically."

"… … ."

"Duty doesn't have to be fun. Of course, this is my one-sided position, so if you need my help, I'll help you to some extent… ."

"chamberlain?"

"… or touching your things with your hands or something."

Cassel laughed. The wall sank ominously. He nervously pulled out his fingers, which had been stuck inside her for a while, and muttered.

"But since you don't need it, ask me to rape you."

"Rape—"

"—That's the only thing you keep saying. You want me to rape you. Without thinking about how you feel, without caring about whether you can accept me, just do whatever you want, fuck me, piss, and then leave me."

"I agree with everything. That can't be rape."

"You are such a wrong woman."

He said as if spitting out the juice he had soaked his fingers in, rubbing it mockingly over his flat stomach.

"You might as well say no because I'm dirty."

"Kassel."

"If you say that you don't like to overlap your bodies for a long time because you're a rag, then I'll accept that."

"… … ."

"Ines, your body is so fucking clean, I have nothing to say to you no matter how crazy your weird head is."

"That's not it… I want to live well. I want to live well with you. So, whatever you want—"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Ines."

Cassel rose from above her. It was annoying to see his hands undo his pants as he knelt down. Soon, he completely pulled out his penis, which was sticking out violently, without even undoing the strings.

Ines' face, which had been embarrassed by the more ominous aura than she had imagined, turned pale and froze. Cassel asked with a sarcastic expression, pulling up the corners of his lips.

"I think I need your 'help' to do what you want."

Ines's round eyes turned to Cassel's face as if asking if he was already standing. His ship was already wet and glistening with liquid.

When I asked with my eyes again, "Isn't that ridiculous?" Cassel smiled calmly.

"I'm bored."

"...what?"

Of course, I knew what boredom was. That's why I explained again what Cassel thought when Ines was immediately shocked.

"If you put it like this, you can't go."

"… Where…?"

"I can't sell it."

He answered kindly. Ines looked at him doubtfully.

"No matter how much I pound and shake it, it won't end. If I put it in you like this, you'll probably have to be pounded in for an hour until your bottom falls out…"

"I understand, I understand—"

"If there's 'help' like you said, I'll get a little more excited and then I'll fuck you a little bit and then I'll die."

"… … ."

"If you want to take responsibility for your words and do the bare minimum as I ask—."

"I understand, so stop."

Ines slowly got up, and, as if very reluctantly, came over to where he was kneeling, and before she could even begin, she stared at Cassel for a moment with weary eyes.

On a topic that is so annoying, just looking at my stuff like that makes me go crazy. Cassel gritted his teeth for a moment.

Sitting naked, with nothing on, his green eyes, unusually troubled, filled with only his penis. Reality was more wonderful than a dream. It would be strange if he wasn't crazy.

It was still like that for a while. The air was like a taut string, as if it would snap if someone touched it wrong.

Cassel found the utmost comfort while being pushed to his limit. She would have been scared anyway, and no matter how stubborn she was, she wouldn't have touched her penis. She would have given up on her own… He planned to trample Ines and torment her all night as soon as she gave up. He said he would take responsibility for his own words. Isn't that right…?

For a moment, in that delusion, he missed Ines' movements. Cassel lowered his stiff head as if it were a lie, and soon found Ines lowering her head over his penis.

Even, not the hand… … .

"… Ballestena!"

Too embarrassed, Cassel called her by her last name yesterday. However, Ines, who had already taken the tip, which was already wet and glistening with precum, opened her mouth wider to the point of being uncomfortable and swallowed more of his penis little by little. Slowly, little by little, lower.

The soft hand that held the bottom of the pillar swept it up from below, and with every movement, her long hair scattered haphazardly across his thighs and the sheets, perhaps because it was bothersome, fell away for a moment. She brushed all of her hair to one side, still holding the end in her mouth.

My breath suddenly stopped. Blood rushed to my thigh, as if it was going to burst. Ines held her thigh with one hand, and she felt a firm grip on it, as if she was going to slap that hand away. The hand that had been tidying up her hair spread out its slender fingers and wrapped them around the pillar again.

Her mouth couldn't even swallow him halfway, and her small hands couldn't wrap around him all the way, but the stimulation she was giving him was more than Cassel had ever experienced before.

He didn't even like this one-sided service from a woman.

I felt possessed by something. I thought I should push it away as soon as I saw it, but his hand fell limply.

The scene he had dreamed of was closer to a curse. It felt like his whole body was frozen under the curse.

"… Ugh… … ."

A groan that could not be swallowed inside burst out. Her ebony hair swept over one shoulder, her white nape and the other half of her shoulder exposed, her dizzying spine and her hips lifted up lusciously, her breasts crushed against his thighs, her white, slender fingers that could not even fully grasp his red cock, her downturned eyelids and eyelashes, her lips spread wide to the limit as she swallowed him… … .

Everything about Ines was bothering him. Damn, damn Ballestena… … Cassel muttered in self-loathing, as he always did when he had miserable dreams about Ines.

She was really trying hard to 'help' him. It was so miserable to feel. It was so exhilarating that even the misery couldn't overcome it.

It was fortunate that he had no strength in his hands. He would have lost his mind and grabbed the back of her head and shoved it all the way down her throat. When Ines lowered her lips to the root and started to stroke it from the bottom, he wanted to ejaculate on her face. He wanted to dirty her clean face with his.

The sadism that I had never felt before was strange. It was as if the dirty marks were some kind of sign that she was his, and the possessiveness made me sick. Cassel raised his helpless hands and covered his distorted face.

It was not just her unexpected boldness that aroused in him a perverted sense of sadism. It was the question, "Who taught you this?" that was on his lips from the very beginning. Half of his self-loathing was that.

She was never—he swore it wasn't her first time. She seemed far too familiar with this act. Not to mention good at it. If he really was the first, he'd be a genius who only comes once in a hundred years... so, that couldn't be happening.

So. What is that? he repeated to himself, laughing at himself. Chastity had become a custom in Mentor, and even then, there were fools who were obsessed with women's chastity, but Cassel was always the one laughing at them.

Even from the beginning, he did not know chastity. He could not ask someone else to give him what he did not have. Contrary to rational thinking, ugly jealousy consumed his head. Cassel looked down at Ines's head anxiously, then roughly lifted her up from her prone position and threw her down on the bed.

Then he immediately spread Ines's legs and slowly pushed his penis, which was completely soaked with her saliva, inside her. Ines wasn't even surprised by the sudden action, and as if cooperating with him, she spread her legs wider and lifted her hips slightly to receive him as easily as possible.

The inside was still wet, but not enough. It was funny, this was the first time. She had hoped for a first time like this. She had hoped for something worse than this. A relationship without love. A relationship without any intimacy, affection, or consideration.

An animalistic relationship that is just for the purpose of producing successors.

Still, it was her inside. The desire was miserable. Cassel let out an animalistic moan as he forced himself into the narrow inside, as if he would be destroyed. Ines, who had been shaking with his power, hugged his neck and moaned softly. Unlike before, it was a sound mixed with a slight physiological excitement and initial pain. Cassel wanted to cover his ears. If he couldn't cover his ears, he wanted to cover her lips. However, he had no right to kiss her.

He had no rights.

He had no right to be angry, nor to want to know her hidden past. If she wanted to know her past, she could tell him everything she remembered. But she would never want to, and she would never secretly wonder about his past.

She wouldn't want everything he's been through because of her.

There was an exclusive girl who didn't want to meet anyone, and there was a boy who was the only exception. He thought that he was the only window, the bridge, and the only connection to the outside world in that closed life, and he sometimes pitied the girl and gave her attention. He secretly swallowed the deformed satisfaction that he was everything in that small world.

But what remained before the boy's eyes was the other side where the bridge had been severed, and himself, who had been pushed there just like the world.

The deformed satisfaction that had once intoxicated the boy crumbled beneath his feet.