Chapter 116
Jaha shuddered, her lower abdomen and hips stiffening before she was swallowed by ecstasy. He kept pounding into her until, just as she twitched and came once more, he finished inside her.
He didn’t forget to cast the magic to prevent pregnancy. Now that the permanent imprint had been erased, he had to use the spell diligently every time they were together.
When he pulled out, s***n flowed from the now unplugged hole.
Watching the seed he had injected directly into her womb spill out, he felt a deep sense of regret.
Even if the magic made pregnancy impossible, he still wished Jaha could have carried his seed. It was an indescribable instinct.
The contraceptive spell wasn’t for his sake. Now, he didn’t care if a child was conceived. In fact, if he were to have an heir, it had to be with Jaha. He didn’t want his child from any other woman. But that was merely his desire—not Jaha’s will. He couldn’t impregnate her without her consent.
Not that he hadn’t been tempted. No, truthfully, he had wavered quite a bit. He was only human, after all. Dark impulses lurked deep within.
A child was, in many ways, the perfect means to bind a woman.
Once a child was conceived, even if Jaha regained her senses, she would…
He had thought about it many times. The reason he hadn’t acted wasn’t because he was suddenly struck by guilt or because he lacked the confidence to deal with the aftermath.
It was because he didn’t want to be hated by Jaha. That was the only reason.
The Emperor, who feared nothing in the world, became a coward in the face of love. Because of a woman half his size, he spent every moment in restless anxiety.
Jaha, feeling the now-firm pillar of flesh regaining its strength, spread her b******s apart. Perhaps because the rose pattern had faded, the shyly hidden pink hole between the snow-white mounds stood out even more.
“This time, here…”
The entrance twitched in anticipation of penetration, and the Emperor’s lower abdomen burned hot. He gritted his teeth.
“I told you I wouldn’t do it there.”
“It feels empty here. The inside is ticklish.”
He vividly remembered how much aversion Jaha had once shown toward a**l. It was the first time the ever-unshaken Jaha had broken down, the first time she had outright refused.
Back then, he had stubbornly pressed on, determined to make her feel it even more—to conquer and break her. But not now. How could he dare?
“They say it’s not a place for c***s anymore.”
“Then I’ll do p***y again. I’ll do p***y, so put your c**k in me.”
Jaha looked up at him with hazy eyes, pleading. He felt like he was going mad. Broken Jaha sometimes embarrassed him like this even though she doesn’t even make sense.
“Jaha. I stopped because you hated it.”
“No, I don’t hate it. So give my back p***y your c**k.”
Jaha couldn’t understand the Emperor’s words. Dislike it? Her inner walls felt so empty she was going insane. Ever since the Emperor, as if lying, stopped touching there, the throbbing ache had only grown.
Even when he filled her front, it didn’t solve anything. Ignoring the itching spot while pounding elsewhere only made her more frantic. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him to mercilessly scratch that place with his long, thick p***s.
“Hurry….”
The Emperor seemed like he was about to lose it. While he was restraining himself, Jaha wriggled her waist, pressing her cleft firmly against his fully e***t p***s.
At her act of voluntarily grinding against his member, the Emperor completely lost his mind.
Grabbing her slender waist, instead of her back hole, he buried his c**k to the hilt into her already wet slit, slick with his seed. As his veiny shaft scraped inside her, where the lingering heat hadn’t even faded, Jaha came instantly.
“Hyaaaaahk!”
“Coming the moment it goes in? What a flood.”
The Emperor sneered as he looked down at her soaked lower half, dripping with fluid.
“You were so desperate to have your back hole stuffed, so why did you act like you hated it all this time? Huh?”
Lost in excitement, he naturally slipped into vulgar language, thrusting roughly.
Each time his thick flesh plunged deep into her womb, fluid spurted into the air with wet splashes. Her moaning mouth hung open sloppily, drooling saliva, her tongue lolling out.
“Ahh, good! C**k feels so good!”
“Hah, you like getting f****d that much?”
“Nngh! Ugh, I dooo…….”
“Who knew the day would come when you’d beg for your a*s to be used as a cocksleeve because you’re in heat. Should I put the parasitic monster back in you now?”
“Yes, yeees… Jaha’s a*s, hng! Please use it, as your cocksleeve.”
While answering, Jaha nearly bit her tongue. But the Emperor stopped it by slipping his fingers into her mouth, so she didn’t get hurt. Instead, his fingers got chewed on, but neither of them cared.
Jaha’s tears streamed down. She loved the feeling of her insides straining to accommodate the thick shaft. The way it filled her completely, pressing down with suffocating force—the thick, monstrous length satisfied her beyond measure. The way it invaded all the way to her womb, the unbelievable hardness of the flesh pressing against every erogenous zone—it was all so overwhelmingly good.
Jaha reached the peak of pleasure over and over. The Emperor, who had spilled deep inside her womb, regained his senses belatedly and regretted his words and actions. But after a brief moment of clarity, he ended up doing the same thing again.
He knelt between Jaha’s unconscious legs, endlessly apologizing for his wrongdoing.
And so, the days continued—ninety-nine times composed, but then one time losing control, lashing out in anger, or breaking down in tears.
As time passed, the Emperor grew just as ruined as Jaha.
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