Chapter 248
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However, Cárcel had already been pushed back to the point where he could no longer retreat. The console touched the back of his thigh. At first, it had been almost a straight contact, but as she leaned her body over his upper torso, the edge pressed into his leg muscles.
It looked as if he were casually leaning back to sit, but his buttocks never actually touched the console; he unconsciously held himself up. Yet, without any way to stop Ines or even time to make a proper judgment, the small buttons lined up to fasten his lower garments came undone one by one in her hands. Each time her seductive fingertips touched his groin while unbuttoning, his lower part swelled damnably.
Ines wore a quite satisfied expression as she gazed at his briefs revealed between the fully unbuttoned fasteners—or more precisely, at the massive outline within those briefs. Just from that gaze slanting across it, it stood up. As if she knew the cause and effect very well, she kissed his lips with a confident smile.
Then, like a person who hadn't drunk water for a full ten days finally gulping it down ravenously, Cárcel returned urgent kisses to her in a torrent. Ines laughed into his throat, biting his lower lip to make him part his lips, then pushed her tongue through the opened gap, forcing his breath to pour into her.
And taking advantage of the moment when Cárcel was absorbed in the kiss with her, she stroked down his bare back and waist, slipping both hands into the back of his loosened pants. Her fingers dug into his briefs until they touched bare skin.
"…Hng, ah...."
Damn it, this damn woman... The hands gripping Cárcel's firm buttocks slid down as they were, pulling his briefs and pants all the way down below his buttocks in one go. His penis sprang out fiercely, standing menacingly erect.
But Ines still gripped below his buttocks with her hands, pulling Cárcel toward her, while she stepped deeper between his spread legs and pressed his penis against her belly.
She even lightly ignored the sensation blatantly poking her stomach. It was just her small mouth sucking and swallowing his rudely thrusting tongue that was resentful. It seemed like she was teaching him how well she could toy with him while holding him in the palm of her hand.
In the end, no matter what he thought, it felt like she was embedding in his mind the power difference that made him kneel with a single gesture from her—the power of the one being loved. A clever and wicked woman. But a woman who hadn't done a single thing wrong.... It was ironic that the woman who seemed the most pitiable and pathetic in the world to his eyes could also be the greatest.
In the end, he was proud of her innate haughtiness that made him kneel and look down from above, her unyielding stiffness that neither sank in waves nor broke in storms. The fact that she had stubbornly survived like that, and survived again to appear before him—that the power he had offered made him glad and lovable.
"Hng... ?…."
"…Haa...."
His sex organ was rubbed long between their bellies. Rather than his abdomen packed tightly with muscles, it pressed and rubbed against Ines's soft belly, moving up and down as if it had already penetrated inside her. If it had been any other time, Cárcel's two hands would have already lifted her skirt, but now they just desperately pulled at the back of her head and neck, mixing their breaths.
It was a kiss so desperate it was close to pressing down from above. Ines willingly tilted her neck back to receive him without showing any sign of burden, while with one hand she tormented the tip that kept poking up against her belly. She gently caressed the end that was already leaking and transparently wet with her fingertips, then soon swept her palm down to the root, wetting the entire shaft.
Repeating the motion of sweeping up and down something she couldn't even fully grasp in her hand, Ines twisted the root slightly as if giving punishment and bit his lips painfully.
"Ugh, ah...."
The pain sparked an even greater arousal, like a dog in heat.
The sound of her hand, wet and transparent from his fluids, gripping and shaking his sex organ was slick and sticky. The back of Ines's hand tickled his firm abdomen. As soon as they parted their lips for a moment, they crashed them together again without anyone leading.
Ines's other hand caressed the tensed muscles of Cárcel's buttocks. Then, it slid down his thigh, pulling his pants and briefs, which were hanging below his buttocks, all the way down below his thighs. She roughly lifted her foot to step on the lowered garments that had flowed down to his knees and dragged them all the way to the floor.
Ines remained fully clothed, not even unbuttoning a single button at her neck, while he alone was completely naked. She detached her lips from his with a peculiar smile that seemed to mock her own husband.
Her green eyes, staring intently from his broadly spread shoulders down to his large chest, toned belly, and past that to his massive sex organ, were like cold fire. Her gaze traveled down his thighs, where muscle cords stood out vividly like a stallion's, all the way to his toes, and she smiled with a strange gleam.
"Lift your foot. Cárcel."
"Ines."
"You have to listen well."
"Stop now...."
He was at the point where he wanted to kneel and beg her to stop now, or please let him enter inside her. His mind wandered in confusion here and there.
Ines let out a short laugh and asked in a feigned affectionate tone.
"We're just starting, what do you mean stop? For someone who's already leaking like this just from a little touching…."
If she actually stopped, he'd want to bash his head in and die. Yeah. He'd rather die. She was a woman who made him feel so good he couldn't even breathe. Always. Cárcel watched the scene of him taking off his shoes, and her pretty feet in silk slippers carelessly trampling his lower garments, completely separating the clothing from him.
His mind was still half eaten by thoughts, and the other half was consumed by guilt like a devout boy learning pleasure for the first time. But it felt like his head had rolled off his body and endlessly receded down to the base of that mountain, leaving only his body standing there, dumbly staring at the departing head.
"Now show me."
"Ines."
Ines, who had deliberately consumed all his thoughts, stepped back a few paces from him with a bright smile devoid of any shadow. Her beautiful eyes, like olivine, appraising him were full of adorable mischief. It was so lovable that he wanted to hug her as if to crush her. The desire was so excessive that he felt like he couldn't take a single step forward.
Like his old habit of fearing he might hurt her whenever he got too excited and his body tensed, so instead he poured all his energy into relaxing his strength.
Ines's playful gaze deliberately licked his sex organ suggestively, and yet she still meticulously scanned down to his toes with eyes that held lingering distrust toward her husband. Even though he didn't welcome Ines's worries, in the end, because they were hers, they were sweet. To the point where he felt even greater guilt for merely getting more aroused upon receiving such precious emotions.
You want me. You're concerned and worried. Because you like me so much. Like you've been waiting for a long time, discovering me from afar and running out breathlessly....
As Cárcel saw Ines's eyes suddenly stop and gaze intently at the old scar on the top of his foot, he recalled the moment when her panting breath had clung to his back. It was a sensation like clutching his heart. It felt like they were one body, breathing together. Because of her, he denied God, but because of her, he believed in God again.
If not God, there's no way something like him could have naturally been born and felt this way. There's no way such a lovable being could exist in his life….
From the beginning, this life alone should have been enough. There was no reason to have foolish thoughts.
If in the end, you're living in the present now….
"Turn around."
"…There's nothing, Ines."
"If it were me, I'd turn around in the time it takes to say that."
His wife, whose arrogant tone was even cute and lovable, jerked her chin sternly like a police inspector searching a suspect's body for stolen goods.
Feeling an urge to punch the air, he gritted his teeth and turned toward the console. Since she was no longer in his sight, it felt like closing his eyes, making his other senses sharper. Her breathing was still a bit fast, as if the kiss with him hadn't been enough to catch her breath. Soon, he felt the presence approaching, and then a hand lightly pushing his back forward.
"Really, like you said, there's nothing."
A low voice, and then the hand that traveled from his back to his side, down to his upper abdomen, went a little lower and gripped his sex organ.
"But still, I feel strangely unconvinced. Cárcel."
"Hng, ah, damn… Damn it, Ines…."
"How can you be so well-behaved even after being stirred up like this? Ah… except for here."
She pressed the tip of his penis painfully hard, then dotted kisses across his broad back while scraping the shaft with her nails.
"At least I've confirmed that you're always honest in this place."
"Ines. Please…."
"But it's strange. You, who could have knocked me down long ago and buried your head like a dog between my legs, are just clinging to my lips, sucking and biting, without even daring to touch my body despite being in this state."
The quiet and soft voice carried a bit of murderous intent as it spat out blatant words.
"With a face like you've come back from the dead, looking so pitifully weak that I tried to pretend not to notice, but you dare not even meet my eyes."
And right away, the disappointment and resentment of not meeting her eyes made his breath ache. If she hadn't twisted the penis in her hand as if punishing him, he probably would have turned around crying in apology.
Suppressing the ejaculation sensation that instantly chilled him to the tips of his hair, he overlapped his hand over hers gripping his penis. The hand that deeply swept down to the root and then stroked up to the very tip in one motion barely managed to detach her hand. Detaching her hand didn't require tremendous strength, but he did it with all his might, as if lifting a boulder.
When he turned around like that, her lips crashed against his again. Unlike before, it was a very short kiss.
"You want me. Don't you?"
"…I always want you. Ines."
"What are you hiding?"
Cárcel couldn't grasp the shape of the words flickering on his tongue.
What he was hiding—perhaps, what he should tell her—was her story. 'I know everything too. Ines.' Or, 'Actually, I don't know everything, but I've come to know to some extent. That you....' What could he place on his tongue? Emiliano? The child she killed with her own hands? Or the reversed suicide, at the beginning of that mistaken life, the fact that he, whom she hadn't even wanted, was there.
'Does your Ines even imagine how filthily you love her?'
Oscar.
'Now, the body of the woman you're still so desperately pining for means less to me than a one-night stand in a brothel. Cárcel Escalante.'
As if entranced, he stared at the scene where the thick tip of his sex organ touched her lips. Ines's beautiful face looking up at him while kneeling below. Ines's eyes, full of obsession and determination to stir him to his limits and conquer him, the vitality burning in those eyes and the affection toward him, all died and vanished in an instant like a hallucination.
Eyes hollow and empty. A face twisted in pain. Hatred, and murderous intent….
'Your Ines....'
From the wedding night, she acted like this sort of thing was nothing. Cárcel vaguely realized why he had never once welcomed Ines's service gladly. Even though there was not a single thing from Ines that wasn't pleasing to him, why that had been uncomfortable….
On the wedding night, he just ground his teeth thinking of the familiar traces left by the lover she once liked. He hated that man who, despite receiving her affection, had made her familiar with such a one-sided act. He resented Ines Valeztena, who must have thought of that man as her lover, for daring to make her open her noble lips and treat his mere cock like a hole to stuff it into.
Because, from the pride of Ines that he knew, she would never swallow a man's thing as if it were no big deal without affection on their first physical encounter.
Because that was uncomfortable....
"...Ines."
He clenched his shock-trembling hand tightly, then barely extended it to carefully detach her face.
'If I push you into bed in my place.'
Tears inevitably fell. As the nightmare lifted like fog from his vision where tears welled up and vanished, a clear face full of momentary doubt looked at him. Perhaps a face close to a happy day. He knelt before her, pressing his lips to her forehead and crying.
You, perhaps, at some point, should have thought that such things were no big deal. Because if you didn't think that way, you'd feel like dying right then. Because you couldn't endure even a moment in that hell.
He wanted to say he knew everything, so it was okay. That nothing would happen anymore. That 'we' would be fine.
Since he knew everything, it was okay… Cárcel laughed at his own selfishness. The one who wanted it to be okay was solely himself. Ines had finally come to comfortably regard him as if nothing had happened. She had said she'd tell him everything someday….
Will we have enough time until you're ready?
He recalled with anxious terror the four years Ines had spent isolated in Pérez, the scene where she seemed about to die from just one necklace in that luggage, her breath failing before him. The desperate seizures when facing traces of the past outside, not inside her.
It felt like their small room was placed on a sandcastle that could collapse all at once if mishandled.
Would knowing that I know be a comfort to you? Or another threat.