The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 172

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Even motionless, his monstrously large member relentlessly crushed every pleasurable point inside her. So effortlessly.

Admiring Jaha’s bliss-twisted expression, he leisurely rolled his hips.

“At first, you said you couldn’t do it, that you were scared.”

“Nghh…”

“Now you’ve fully adjusted.”

When he ground deeply against her weak spot, her back arched sharply. His large hand, clad in white silk gloves, stroked the swell of her belly where his c**k stretched her.

“You’re still so soft inside, Jaha. Must be from earlier.”

Shallowly thrusting, he added,

“So pliant, like you’re melting—clinging to me so snugly… Feels good.”

She wanted to snap that he didn’t need to explain, but reality left her gasping instead.

“You’re already hard, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Gripping her chest, he rubbed the stiff pink bud between his fingers. As the oversensitive n****e chafed against the silk, Jaha’s upper body jerked.

“Hahh…!”

Only after tormenting both n*****s until they flushed red did he finally pull back, satisfied.

At the very moment a contradictory desire bloomed within Jaha—a yearning to be tormented further even as her newly freed n****e ached—the shaft, which had barely withdrawn until only the tip remained, plunged back in to the hilt in one swift motion.

“Hng—!” Jaha let out a moan as sharp as the wind piercing her throat. The overwhelming foreign sensation, born from sheer size, robbed her of all ability to think.

He watched intently as Jaha gasped and convulsed, confirming she was lost in feeling, before beginning to thrust in earnest. Within just a few strokes, the joining of their bodies grew slick with the wetness spilling from her.

Each collision sent liquid splashing against her thighs, leaving even the curve of her a*s damp.

Jaha sobbed under the weight of unbearable pleasure. She could feel her body changing—becoming easier to arouse, quicker to fall apart. When pleasure overtook her, she couldn’t think at all.

It was because of him. Because of him, her body was being remade into something lewd.

Every day, her entire body grew more obscene. Even in daily life, the brush of fabric against her n*****s made her conscious of them, and when he stared at her with those wanting eyes, the inside of her thighs twitched.

Her eyes flew wide as the thick pillar of flesh invaded depths she hadn’t known existed.

“Hahk! T-Too deep—!”

“That’s what makes it good, isn’t it?”

Thud. Thud. With each punishing snap of his hips, Jaha’s gaze gradually unfocused.

Heat swirled inside her. A layered, building ecstasy—that most blissful yet agonizing moment right before explosion. If she crossed this line—

“Haaaah—!”

A shudder raced through her like an overinflated balloon bursting. Her body convulsed wildly, beyond control.

Ignoring her trembling, he lifted her hips without mercy.

“Hih! I-I’m still—!”

“I’m not done yet.”

Despite his gentle tone, his eyes flashed with something savage—excitement at best, outright madness at worst.

Jaha gave up arguing. There was no reasoning with someone who’d lost all restraint.

As the already ravaged inside was mercilessly churned again, Yoo Jaha’s mind soon went blank. It felt too much—enough to drive her mad. It was as if the circuits in her brain were burning out, on the verge of collapse.

The club-like phallus thrust powerfully inside her before spurting hot liquid. The moment the thick, viscous fluid slammed against her walls and filled her completely, Jaha’s thighs trembled as she, too, reached her peak.

He pulled her tightly into his arms, her body too weak to steady itself. Dazed, Jaha gasped for breath. His broad, warm embrace was comfortable. Being held like this made her feel like she was calming down.

‘Am I really feeling safe in this man’s arms?’

Suddenly, a needle-like sense of dissonance surged through her. A violent rejection made every cell in her body revolt.

This can’t be. It’s impossible.

You’re the very embodiment of my nightmares!

Gritting her teeth, Jaha shoved his chest away with all her strength.

“Jaha?”

Only when her eyes met Rikanan’s—staring down at her in shock—did she snap back to her senses. The inexplicable rage boiling in her chest faded, replaced by bewilderment.

What…?

What did I just do?

Why did I act like I was possessed—like I couldn’t control myself…?

“S-Sorry. I just had a weird thought.”

Flustered, Jaha blurted out an apology first. He stared at her, speechless, before finally speaking.

“‘Weird thought,’ you say?”

“I-It was like… interference on a call—no. There aren’t phones here. I just… I just had a momentary lapse. I’m really sorry.”

The only explanation was that her brain had malfunctioned. Otherwise, there was no way she could’ve felt that way toward Rikanan. That skin-crawling…

“Did you hate me?”

Struck by the unexpected precision of his question, Jaha froze. He added quietly,

“Was it unbearable?”

His shadowed eyes, hidden beneath prominent brow bones, lingered obsessively on Jaha’s face as if searching for something. For some reason, he seemed uneasy—almost sorrowful.

Jaha’s lips parted slightly. She should have said no, but the words wouldn’t come. The hatred she’d felt moments ago, so vivid it threatened to burst her heart, still pulsed under her skin. She could lie, but something told her she shouldn’t.