The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 164

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Like a devout worshipper before a goddess—no, even more fervent than that. Like he’d finally found something he’d spent years searching for, craving, waiting for.

For a brief moment, that look made her feel like she was something extraordinary. But the feeling quickly faded, replaced by burning embarrassment at being exposed like this.

“W-Why are you… looking at me like that…?”

Her face flushed scarlet as she scolded him.

“Don’t stare with those eyes.”

“What kind of eyes?”

His question—delivered with that utterly captivated gaze—left her speechless. How was she supposed to say it out loud?

“Tell me. What kind of eyes was I looking at you with?”

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Even here… you’re so sensitive.”

A dangerous glint flickered in his darkened blue eyes. He was teetering on the edge, his restraint worn thin by the excitement coursing through him.

Jaha might have protested—I haven’t even done anything, why are you like this?—but to him, her mere existence was provocation. A woman like her, lying bare on the bed—how could any man keep his composure?

His lips brushed against the fine hairs of her ear, his teeth grazing the delicate shell before his breath seeped into the hollow, warm and deliberate.

“Ngh…!”

A strange, tingling sensation shot through her, making her arch involuntarily. She tried to squirm away, but it was useless—he was relentless. Why here? If it were her chest, she could understand, but this wasn’t even an erogenous zone.

“S-Stop that…”

He licked her ear, the wet, sucking sound sending heat pooling low in her stomach. Her body burned, her thoughts growing hazy as an unfamiliar pleasure coiled inside her. It felt like her mind was melting.

“Hah… please… stop…”

The moment her plea slipped out, his tongue obediently stilled—only for his lips to trail down her neck instead, leaving featherlight kisses in their wake. Each flick of his tongue against her skin made her tremble.

If he bared his fangs now and bit down, I’d die without even putting up a fight.

The thought sent a primal thrill through her, sharpening her senses. Ironically, it only made her more sensitive to his touch.

Finally reaching his destination, he latched onto the dip of her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark before pulling away. Then, his gloved hand cupped her b****t from beneath, his grip firm. When she flinched, he misunderstood.

“It’s alright. It’s not dirty. These gloves are enchanted with purification magic—they’re always clean.”

His tone was meant to reassure, but the unnervingly calm delivery did little to ease the tension.

The way he held her—like prey being soothed before the kill—sent a chill down her spine. Her head spun, torn between excitement and dread.

Lowering his head again, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her chest before taking her n****e into his mouth.

“Hah—!”

She jerked at the sudden sensation, but as his warm tongue swirled around the peak, an odd pleasure began to build, making her squirm for an entirely different reason.

“Ah… nn…!”

The other n****e was now trapped between his fingers, toyed with mercilessly.

The sensation of silk gloves—so different from his tongue—sent electric sparks down her spine, making her chest arch toward him involuntarily, as if begging for more. The moment shame flooded her at her own wanton posture, he sucked her n****e into his mouth with a lewd, wet sound.

His tongue flicked sharply at first, then curled around it, pressing firmly before grazing lightly with his teeth, rolling and tugging until she couldn’t think straight.

She’d known from their kisses how skilled his tongue was, and from last time how deft his hands were—but experiencing it now was maddening. The slick, filthy noises alone were enough to make her burn.

Just as she was slipping into a daze, he bit down on her n****e with his teeth. At the same time, his fingers twisted the other between them, pinching sharply.

“Hhk—?”

A hot sting shot through her oversensitive peaks, making her back arch off the bed.

But just as quickly, he soothed the one he’d bitten, laving it with his tongue like melting candy, while his fingers gentled into slow, coaxing circles. And when she’d melted again—he bit and tugged once more.

“Hih—!”

Her torso jerked violently. It hurt—but the pain dissolved into a crackling pleasure that raced down her limbs.

His hands and tongue grew bolder, teasing her to the edge before giving just enough sharp relief to addict her. Like scratching an unbearable itch, the mix of pain and release when he scraped, bit, and squeezed her n*****s made her hips twitch and her inner thighs tremble.

“Ngh—ah, haah…!”

Satisfied with how swollen and stiff her n*****s stood, he dragged his large palm down her stomach. Despite his leisurely movements, the bulge straining against his pants was unmistakable.

Only then did Jaha realize—he was still fully clothed. While she’d been bare this whole time, he hadn’t removed a single stitch. Humiliation burned through her like wildfire.

“Rikanan, you—take yours off too.”

“Do you want to see it? My body.”