Why Is My Husband the Villainous Schemer! - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
I tilted my head as I answered.
“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere.”
“I know.”
Even as he said it, Carcel let his words trail off indistinctly.
In Carcel’s eyes as he looked down at me, I glimpsed an unfathomable restraint.
He seemed to want to tell me something—opening his lips, then closing them again.
Carcel tightened his grip with a kind of forbearance.
“……But what if I showed you a side of myself that Asha doesn’t know?”
“I already know, so it’s fine.”
Carcel, you’re Rakan, the duke—the shadow mastermind, after all.
I swallowed my words and smiled brightly.
“You’re the inspector who protects The Empire. You control the information of the Information Guilds and serve as the Empire’s sword, hunting Demon Beasts.”
Perhaps the versions I know from the novel are only an infinitesimal part of Carcel.
What’s certain is that the Carcel I know is a multifaceted, vibrant person.
“So isn’t it far stranger that a man like that would only show me tender affection?”
I reached out and grasped his hand, which he’d been clenching so tightly.
And I looked directly into Carcel’s eyes.
“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re calculating and cruel too.”
“Asha.”
“And you know, I have sides that you don’t know either. You seem to think of me as just a good person sometimes.”
I wrinkled my nose playfully.
“Maybe I’m more calculating and petty than you think?”
“Honestly, I’d be relieved if you were petty.”
“Why?”
“Then I’d have the certainty that you’d never leave me, since I have wealth.”
Carcel answered more earnestly than I’d expected.
I let out a soft laugh.
“I’m sorry toward you, Carcel.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t expressed myself properly, so you’ve been anxious.”
My feelings, though slow to grow, are becoming undeniably clear—toward him.
Knowing that, I rose onto my toes and pressed my lips to his cheek.
Smack!
Quick and brief—the moment my lips pulled away, Carcel’s entire body went rigid.
I bit my lower lip lightly and met his gaze.
“Still anxious?”
“……Asha, you’re trying to kill me.”
As if at a loss for words, he gripped his chest with his other hand.
His reaction was so amusing and endearing that I pressed further.
“Want me to do it again?”
Carcel’s eyes deepened. But he didn’t refuse.
I rose onto my toes once more and kissed his cheek.
“Asha, isn’t it rather foolish—the way you comfort and provoke a man in the dead of night like this?”
Carcel had somewhere along the way drawn my waist close, pulling me against him as he spoke softly.
“If you knew what I wanted to do to you, you couldn’t act this way.”
“I’m not mentally prepared for that yet!”
The darkening intensity in his eyes carried a deeper, hotter warmth.
The solid body pressed against mine was young, and the breath spilling between our drawing lips was damp.
In that moment, Carcel’s tongue traced slowly across his own lips.
Somehow my breath caught, as if my throat were tightening.
If I were captured by the darkened pupils of his eyes and simply returned his kiss, what came after would surely unfold by instinct alone.
And he was a man who overflowed with sensual charm.
Even now.
Those beast-like eyes of desire, fixed on me.
My mouth kept growing dry.
Yet for all that, Carcel spoke these words:
“Asha, if you don’t wish it, I can live my entire life in chastity.”
“I don’t want you to go that far. It’s just too soon. Everything is new to me.”
“For me as well. I’ve been a man without connection to women until now.”
Carcel’s gaze fixed on me was thick as tar.
And I asked him a question.
“So what exactly is your type, Carcel? You don’t just like me because I happened to be in front of you, do you?”
“I like beautiful people.”
Who says they prefer beautiful women in a moment like this?
My heart suddenly twisted, and I wriggled out of his arms.
“Asha?”
“Go meet plenty of beautiful women! I’ll end this contract marriage for you right now.”
Hearing that, Carcel responded with genuine bafflement.
“There is no beautiful woman besides Asha. What do you mean, go meet someone beautiful? I’ve already met her.”
“This guy!”
“I’ve met my ideal, so I need no one else.”
Am I really that beautiful?
I scoffed as if unimpressed, but his gaze was so sincere that I felt myself preen anyway.
I know it’s narcissism. Still, at least in his eyes, I’m beautiful to him.
‘It does feel good though.’
“Don’t say things like that in front of others.”
“Why would I call anyone but Asha beautiful?”
“You talk well! For someone who looks like a philanderer.”
“You’re the first person I fell for at first sight, and the only one I can’t take my eyes off. ‘Philanderer’ is a little unfair.”
Carcel chuckled softly and lowered his head toward me.
He pressed his lips lightly against my forehead.
I scrunched one eye shut at the tickling sensation.
“Cute.”
Having kissed my forehead, he now gently bumped his own forehead against mine.
My cheeks warmed at the affection contained in those transparent crimson eyes.
Such pure tenderness was embarrassing.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“A little.”
“Should we sleep then?”
“Just holding hands?”
“Just holding hands.”
Carcel confirmed with a smile.
“Then that’s fine.”
I gave him a radiant smile.
And in that instant, Carcel suddenly stepped back and gripped his nose.
“C-Carcel?”
“Just a moment.”
Drip.
Blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.
“Carcel! You’re bleeding!”
“It’s fine. It’s just a nosebleed.”
“Use this!”
I hurriedly pulled out my handkerchief.
Why was he suddenly bleeding from his nose?
In the novel, Carcel was supposedly famous for being so physically strong, like steel, that he never felt pain!
Is this something serious?
“Carcel, should I call your physician right now?!”
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“Carcel, should I call your physician right now?!”
Carcel shook his head as he watched Asha cry out in urgency.
Even if he called a physician, the man would only hear that his heart had raced and caused a nosebleed in front of the woman he loved.
It was embarrassing.
“No!”
“Then why is a man like you bleeding from his nose? A man who doesn’t seem like he’d be injured or hurt!”
“It’s just, well…….”
Because of Asha. Because his heart was racing so violently he thought it might burst.
However he explained it, it seemed pathetic by his own standards.
‘Actually, it started yesterday.’
The moment Asha had embraced him yesterday, Carcel felt as though he’d briefly lost consciousness.
He experienced a sensation of mental fuzziness for the first time.
His heart seemed to have stopped for a moment.
But when he saw Asha releasing the embrace and beginning to withdraw, Carcel snapped back to awareness in panic.
That’s why he’d pulled her back into his arms.
Holding Asha was the happiest sensation Carcel had ever felt in his life.
The delicate, small woman who would shatter if he applied even slightly too much pressure—her cute grip as she held him tightly.
And the sweet fragrance that clung to her, her round hair, and moreover……the soft, yielding body pressed against his own.
It had been a first crisis.
He’d nearly collapsed right then, nosebleed and all.
For a man with no resistance to women, it was an overwhelming stimulus.
Even after lying in bed together, Asha had soon closed her eyes and fallen asleep, while Carcel had spent the night hugging his pillow, unable to rest.
His heart was beating far too fast.
Sharing the same room, the same bed, had degraded his sleep quality.
He’d even wondered if it might affect his lifespan—and the next day, Carcel faced an even greater crisis.
“Still anxious?”
At Asha’s enticing question as her lips touched and withdrew from his cheek, he lost himself completely.
He wanted to collapse right there as if in confession before God, pouring out a love declaration—but he summoned every ounce of remaining restraint and held back.
He’d rather undergo Ascetic Training.
This was torture incarnate.
A deer-like woman, beguiling him like a fox.
Carcel had no choice but to be led wherever she wished.
Because if that was what she wanted, he would grant it.
‘Such a beauty is my wife. I’m the luckiest man alive.’
He was breathlessly happy.
So much so that he actually felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Still, he’d thought that with all the rigorous training and conditioning he’d endured, he wouldn’t shamefully bleed from his nose in front of her.
He’d been overconfident.
“It’s coming from both sides now. How strange.”

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