The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 177

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“If just this much makes you blush, what are you going to do later? We’re only getting started.”

Sliding his other hand lower, he skillfully toyed with the hidden c**t nestled between smooth, plump folds. The area, hairless from depilatory magic, was as soft as a baby’s skin—yet the bare exposure of her labia only heightened the lewdness.

While the rest of her was slender, her plump p***y was a stark contrast. As he tormented the tiny c******s, her white thighs trembled, and the walls gripping him clenched rhythmically.

He rocked his hips lazily, rubbing the swollen nub faster. And the moment Jaha teetered on the edge, he pulled out—leaving only the tip inside—before slamming back in to the hilt.

“Hhk!”

A thick, heavy mass struck deep into her most vulnerable spot, and Jaha trembled violently, unable to even catch her breath. While other women would have fled in terror from what might as well have been a weapon, Jaha’s body welcomed it.

The sensation of being filled to the limit, of being penetrated so deeply her insides seemed to shift, was intoxicating. She had grown so accustomed to his sheer size and length that anything less would have left her feeling hollow.

When she first saw it, she had been too frightened to even move—but now, the mere sight of him made her thighs weaken and her lower body burn.

Just the tip pressed against her parted folds was enough to draw an unconscious, sweet moan from her lips, her arousal dripping freely.

The moment his p***s pushed inside, her mind went blank, as if she had been injected with a d**g, leaving her utterly powerless.

She hated how much she loved it—how it made her feel stupid, like she was no longer herself.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he suddenly yanked her close, slamming his hips against hers with enough force to grind at her sensitive core.

“Ah, ngh, hhk, ah!”

With each thrust, her thoughts grew hazier, her pleasure climbing higher.

He, too, seemed the same—no words, only a face stripped of composure as he drove into her relentlessly.

The slick, rhythmic sounds of their joining grew louder.

As always, Jaha reached her peak first. Trembling through the aftershocks, she opened her eyes to see the man above her, jaw clenched, his expression blurred in her vision.

His hardened face, the tension in his clenched jaw, his unmistakably uncontrolled gaze, the sweat trickling down his temples—

Strangely, Jaha liked him like this. There was something cathartic about seeing a man stripped raw, desperate, clinging to her with everything he had.

So desperate that she wanted to hold him, to cherish him even…

But those tender thoughts shattered under the relentless pleasure of his piston-like thrusts, driving into her again and again.

“Hngh, ah, a-ahh!”

Before the lingering ecstasy could fade, a ruthless pleasure overtook her, and Jaha’s eyes fluttered open.

He had endured just to witness this sight, savoring every detail of the breathtaking scene before him, then plunged back into her convulsing depths.

Thick, white fluid filled her to the brim, spilling out as he slowly withdrew. The moment he pulled out, it gushed out in heavy spurts.

Watching the mess with dissatisfaction, he pushed the escaping liquid back in with his fingers. Even that was enough to send a jolt through Jaha, whose body still burned with heat.

“Nh… Stop, stop.”

There was no point—she knew it, and so did he. A contraceptive charm dangled from his ear. Had there been any risk of pregnancy, he would never have been allowed to do this in the first place.

“I wish you could keep it all inside.”

Why would you even—

“Maybe I should just plug you up.”

Are you serious?

He chuckled at Jaha’s incredulous look.

“Just kidding.”

There was no such thing as a joke—only truths disguised as one.

When Jaha shot him a wary glare, he obediently pulled his fingers out. Instead, he rubbed himself against her lower body, already hard again. Exhausted from the moment she woke up, Jaha shook her head weakly.

“I can’t… do any more.”

“Then just let me grind against you.”

After realizing Jaha’s stamina couldn’t fully handle him, he had taken to settling things himself at times. This seemed to be his compromise—ever since that one time he clung to her like a madman, leaving her bedridden the next day.

Slipping his length between her thighs, he gripped her slender legs, pressing them tightly together before moving his hips. The slickness dripping from her core soaked her thighs, keeping the friction from hurting.

“Squeeze them tighter. Hm? Please?”

Obediently tightening her thighs at his whispered request, Jaha stared blankly at him. This time, she wasn’t lost in pleasure—so she could see him more clearly.

His sensually narrowed eyes, his absorbed expression, those blue eyes clouded with desire.

There was something unsettling about the disheveled beauty of this sculpted man, something that made her chest tighten. That was why she didn’t dislike this moment. No—she even enjoyed it, in a way separate from physical pleasure…

Just as that thought crossed her mind, their eyes met.

Jaha’s heart lurched.

Purple.

The man’s eyes, which should have been blue, were purple.