The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 115

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The memory of its softness, its warmth, surged vividly across every part of him that had ever made contact. And higher up—the hidden flesh between her legs, always slick and wet, no matter how many times he took her.

He hadn’t even laid a finger on her, yet just the thought made his c**k swell painfully.

He wanted to thrust into her.

To f**k her like an animal, to rut and claim and spill inside her.

His body, starved and virile, roared with frustration.

Unlike before—when he’d taken Jaha whenever and wherever he pleased, multiple times a day—now, he restrained himself. He held back until the urge became unbearable, only then seeking her permission.

Jaha never refused.

He could have had her whenever he wanted. But he didn’t.

Because the real Jaha would have hated it.

And he refused to exploit her broken state.

He had already committed far too many wrongs. He didn’t want to be hated any more than he already was. He didn’t want Jaha—if she ever regained herself—to despise him even further. This was also self-punishment. A penalty he inflicted upon himself for having reduced Jaha to this state.

The emperor lowered his trousers and gripped his c**k. Staring at her pale thighs, he moved quietly so as not to wake her. The muffled sounds of his restrained moans and skin rubbing against skin filled the silent bedroom.

When he finally came, he sighed at the sight of his e******n, still stubbornly hard. Just as he was about to start again to calm himself down—his eyes met Jaha’s. She was awake, watching him.

He froze.

Without a word, Jaha pushed aside the blanket covering her, pulled down her undergarments, and lifted her skirt. Then she spread her legs.

Heat surged through the emperor’s entire body. As if entranced, he moved between her thighs, grinding his painfully stiff c**k against the soft skin he had only dared to admire before. A dizzying pleasure shot through the back of his skull.

“Jaha—ah, Jaha—”

He had intended to take care of it himself. This was her fault—how could he resist when he wasn’t some eunuch?

Whimpering like a dog in heat, he mindlessly rutted against her smooth thighs.

“Can I… do it? If you say no, I’ll stop.”

Drunk with lust, he waited for permission like a leashed beast begging its master. Jaha stared back at him with hollow eyes.

Since when had her opinion ever mattered in this?

Why was he acting like this now, when he had always taken what he wanted?

Slowly, Jaha nodded.

The moment consent was given, he buried his face between her legs. His tongue worked meticulously over her most intimate places, and Jaha squirmed, unable to stay still.

“Be good. It won’t hurt if you relax.”

Pinning her thighs down firmly, he sucked at her sensitive flesh until wet, obscene sounds filled the air.

“Ngh—ah…! Hhk!”

Though he knew her response wasn’t fully conscious, a dizzying thrill swept over him, and he thrust upward.

His length, aided by magic, parted her loosened entrance and filled her to the hilt. Jaha’s eyes rolled back, her body going completely slack.

“Don’t beg this from just anyone,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “They wouldn’t grant it—and even if they did, your body might break.”

Then, softer, possessive:

“This is something only I can give you. Understand?”

Panting, Jaha nodded—less out of genuine agreement and more because she was too lost in pleasure to care.

He knew. The realization made his smile twist wryly. Not that it mattered. He’d never let another man so much as breathe near her.

His inhumanly colored eyes darkened with greed.

Like a demon weaving a spell, he whispered sweetly:

“If you ever feel empty… or aching between your legs… come to me.”

Only me. No one else.

“Hah—! Ngh, ah—!”

“You have to answer.”

When he pinched her c**t, her hips jerked, and she came with a broken cry.

“Nn—ye… ess…!”

“Good girl.”

Satisfied, he rewarded her with a deep kiss, pressing down on her oversensitive nerves until she shuddered.

Crushed beneath a massive body, Jaha accepted a kiss that was no different from being devoured. The suffocating weight and pressure were nothing more than pleasurable stimuli to her in this moment.

He continued thrusting in that state. Each time his firm, muscle-covered hips drove down from above, the sturdy bed rocked under the force. The way their bodies clung tightly while only their hips moved evoked the image of beasts mating.

Screams spilled incessantly from Jaha’s lips. He paid no heed and kept pushing forward. Even if she disliked it, she was now falling apart from pleasure—there was no reason to stop.