The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 108

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Let it be seared into her bones that no one else could bring her to this peak.

Using magic to make the a**l beads move on their own, he shifted Jaha’s position to face him, then altered his p***s.

When jagged protrusions suddenly sprouted from the shaft already pressing relentlessly against her inner walls, Jaha convulsed. The added pressure on her already overstimulated nerves was unbearable.

“I’ll ruin you with this ridged c**k.”

The Emperor chuckled darkly, rotating his member slowly.

“I’ll make it even better. Just a slight change in angle… How’s that?”

As the protrusion scraped against her inner walls, Jaha’s leg—stretched taut from her instep to her toes—trembled violently.

The Emperor thrust into her relentlessly, meticulously dissecting every flicker of pleasure that stained Jaha’s expression. Watching her writhe in ecstasy, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she finally arched her neck in defeat, filled him with deep satisfaction.

He never got to see her like this.

But Jaha had smiled for him—not for the Emperor.

She had wanted to kiss him, not the Emperor.

Why?

How?

Why him and not me?!

A murderous rage, no less potent than his lust, seethed within him. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Jaha with bloodshot eyes, veins bulging.

“Say you love me.”

Perhaps then he could suppress the destructive urge burning through his chest like wildfire. Even if it was a lie, he could close his eyes, cover his ears, and force himself to believe it.

“Say you love your Emperor—now.”

His tone was commanding, but in truth, it was a plea. A desperate, pitiful grasp for her to look at him and no other man.

He hated it when Jaha smiled for another.

He couldn’t bear her gaze lingering on anyone else.

He wanted her to smile only for him, to lust only for him.

Only him.

Jaha blinked slowly. She saw a man with bloodshot whites in his eyes. At first, she thought he was furious, his veins bursting with anger—but upon closer look, his violet eyes were wet, as if tears might spill at any moment.

She stared blankly at those trembling, violet-flower-like eyes. No particular emotion stirred in her.

Ah, someone’s about to cry right in front of me. That was all.

“Ngh… hnn, ahh…”

Jaha responded only to the raw, primal pleasure coursing through her. Unlike before, she no longer stifled her moans or tried to cling to reason. She let out unfiltered cries, trembling as sensation overwhelmed her.

“Hah… right there… feels good…”

At that thin, breathless whisper, the Emperor froze. The words “feels good” were something he had only ever heard when she was drugged into a haze, her conciousness utterly blurred. She had never made such a sound while sober.

Startled, the Emperor shifted the angle and depth of his thrusts, desperate to pinpoint what exactly had drawn that reaction from her.

“Like this? Here? Or—this way?”

“All of… it—ah! Faster… harder…!”

At Jaha’s urging, the Emperor’s mind went blank.

Jaha wants him.

Gritting his teeth, he pistoned into her with brutal force, driving deeper, faster, as if chasing something just out of reach. The slick heat between them only spurred him on, and Jaha’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Good.

It feels so good—I think I’m going to go insane.

Before, she had desperately resisted, fighting against the sensations. But now that she had stopped denying them and simply surrendered, the pleasure that crashed over her was incomparable—so intense it was almost unbearable.

The feeling of being stretched to her limit by that thick, pulsing pillar, her inner walls ruthlessly rubbed raw, every sensitive spot hammered relentlessly—it was overwhelming. The way he filled her completely, leaving no space untouched, was intoxicating beyond reason.

Her entire body buzzed, nerves pulled taut. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on agony, toeing the line between ecstasy and torture.

She was coming.

A scorching wave of pleasure surged from her lower belly, and with a broken cry, Jaha shattered, her body convulsing as she hit her peak. Then, all at once, she collapsed, limp and gasping for air.

Watching Jaha—more responsive than ever—the Emperor found himself reaching his own climax faster than usual.

Panting, he studied her flushed, disheveled face before gripping the loop of her a**l beads and yanking them out in one swift motion.

Still caught in the aftershocks of her o****m, the sudden stimulation made Jaha’s eyes roll back, her body twitching violently. Without hesitation, he buried his thick c**k deep into her clenching hole, pushing to the hilt.

“Hihk—!”

The ridges of his shaft spread her walls in a single thrust, invading all the way to her colon. Jaha thrashed like a fish on a spear—still oversensitive from her climax, the new assault was too much. It felt like she might die.

“Ticklish, hm? Let me rub you properly with this ridged c**k.”