Chapter 100
By now, Jaha fully grasped his intent.
The Emperor wanted her to be pleased.
Whenever she caught his furtive glances, checking her reaction while pretending nonchalance, she couldn’t help but compare him to a dog gauging its master’s mood—ready to wag its tail the moment approval flickered.
How long would that towering pride endure this?
How long before his patience snapped?
Jaha sneered at his transformation. A person’s nature didn’t change so easily. Right now, he was drunk on his own whims, playing this absurd charade—but soon enough, he’d flip back to his old self, as effortlessly as turning a palm.
Wasn’t there a saying about fleeting sincerity?
Not quite false, but an emotion with an expiration date shorter than a breath.
Instant, evaporating the moment it passed.
The Emperor’s passion was precisely that—unworthy of serious consideration.
And even if, by some miracle, it wasn’t—what difference would it make?
So what if his feelings became genuine? Was she supposed to accept him now? After everything he’d done?
The Emperor’s desperate attempts to curry favor now struck Jaha as utterly pathetic. Did he truly think expensive trinkets, gourmet food, and cheap entertainment could gloss over his past sins—let alone earn even a shred of her affection? Kneeling and begging wouldn’t have earned forgiveness, yet here he was, scrambling like a fool.
By this world’s standards, his behavior toward a mere slave was unprecedented, even scandalous. By this world’s standards, he wasn’t particularly cruel, nor had he crossed any line with Jaha.
But why should I—someone not of this world—care about its standards?
Why should I, broken and scarred, spare a thought for the perpetrator’s perspective?
His efforts only irritated her. What was the point of these futile gestures when forgiveness was impossible?
Jaha wasn’t completely unmoved—she was human, after all. But the moment she recalled everything he’d done, any flicker of emotion vanished without a trace. And it wasn’t as if the torment had stopped.
Despite his frantic attempts to please her, the Emperor hadn’t abandoned his vulgar behavior. Had he restrained himself even slightly, Jaha—whose nature wasn’t inherently harsh—might have wavered. But the daily humiliations only hardened her heart further.
“Ngh—ah—hah…”
“Your womb’s finally learned its purpose, hasn’t it? Doesn’t it feel empty now unless I’m buried this deep?”
The Emperor’s voice dripped with smug satisfaction as he thrust into her cervix. Jaha could only whimper, her mind fraying. Disgust and shame coiled in her chest, yet her body had surrendered completely—every movement of his c**k sent dizzying waves of pleasure through her.
Had the rings clamping her n*****s twisted her brain along with them?
When the Emperor dug his thumb into her rear, gripping her hips like handles, her toes curled violently.
Feeling her walls loosen around him, he adjusted his pace, dragging his length in and out until her insides clung obscenely to every ridge.
“I’ll flood you with exactly what you’re begging for.”
With one brutal thrust, he pierced her cervix. She came first, and he followed, filling her until both holes—stuffed with c**k and fingers—quivered helplessly.
After savoring the moment, he withdrew slowly. This time, the thick head of his arousal pressed against the delicate pink bud at her center.
Her rear, now fully conditioned to take him, parted effortlessly at the slightest touch.
“So while I was f*****g your womb, your backside grew desperate for a c**k too, hm?”
With a sharp slap to her rear, he pushed his thick length inside without hesitation. Already trained to his shape, her loosened entrance easily accepted the invasion—all the way to her colon.
The moment he fully sheathed himself, the overwhelming fullness made Jaha’s mind briefly go blank.
The Emperor savored the slow, wet clench around him before snapping his hips upward. She bit her lip, but a broken moan escaped anyway.
“Ngh—! Ah, haah!”
“Cry louder. You love being wrecked by this big c**k, don’t you?”
He caught her hands as they scrambled forward, pinning them down and lacing his fingers tightly between hers.
“Admit it. Enjoy it.”
Each deep, deliberate thrust scraped her walls, sending pleasure crackling up her spine. Her body jerked helplessly, mind hazy with addictive electricity. More, more— Until ecstasy crashed over her.
As she collapsed like a paper doll, thighs trembling, the Emperor buried himself to the hilt and poured his seed deep inside. He leaned over her, pressing their bodies together in a possessive embrace from behind.
“You’ve become a body that can’t be satisfied with anything ordinary now.”
His whisper branded her.
“Only I can give you pleasure like this.”
Jaha silently gritted her teeth.
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