Chapter 193
“If you want your body to become even more obscene, I’ll make it happen.”
His fingertips traced slow, teasing circles around her n****e as he whispered sweetly against her skin.
“So sensitive you’ll soak through your clothes at the slightest brush, so desperate you’ll come just from the friction of your panties. I’ll fill that pretty little head with nothing but thoughts of being f****d all day long.”
“That’s—ah—that’s not…”
“Say it, Jaha. Tell me you want me to ruin you.”
Unrealistically beautiful. Decadent, yet undeniably dangerous.
With half-lidded eyes and that coaxing tone, he looked like a demon who’d made up his mind to tempt a human—to drag her out of Eden and into his embrace, corrupted beyond return.
Jaha squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the pull.
“I d-don’t.”
Never. Not even if I die—
“It won’t… nngh… happen like that.”
The moment the words left her mouth, her eyelids burned inexplicably.
It wasn’t like he’d said anything new—just his usual crude, teasing filth. None of it was serious, so she could’ve brushed it off like always. But for some reason, a wave of helpless frustration surged up, and tears spilled over before she could stop them.
Like a broken machine, his movements froze. When she bit her lip and stifled a sob, he faltered, visibly at a loss before hesitantly reaching for her.
“Don’t cry.”
His trembling fingers cradled her face with uncharacteristic care.
“I told you, didn’t I? I won’t do anything you dislike.”
His thumb brushed beneath her eye as he exhaled, his expression wretched.
“Just give me orders, Jaha. You’re my master, after all.”
“Master…?”
“Yes. Think of me as your slave.”
“How could I—”
Flustered, she trailed off.
How could anyone treat another person like a slave? It was unthinkable. And yet, for some reason, the words sent ripples through her chest.
‘A slave… This man.’
Her heart pounded—thud, thud—hard and fast.
‘I’d be the master, and he’d be the slave.’
Every cell in her body trembled with exhilaration. She bit her lip to stifle the laughter threatening to spill out.
Finally,
At last!
Lost in the irrational thrill, Jaha shuddered—then abruptly snapped back to her senses.
…Wait, does this mean I’ve had twisted tastes all along?
Why am I so excited by the idea of him begging to be treated like a slave?
The realization made her skin crawl. The same self that had been rejoicing moments ago now felt monstrous—disgusting, nauseating.
How could I—?!
She, of all people, knew better than anyone how miserable it was to be treated as less than human.
“Don’t say that. ‘Slave’… I don’t want to hear it.”
She meant it. She wished the word itself would vanish from her ears forever.
“It’s just about hierarchy between us,” he replied, as if it were nothing.
“Hierarchy? Can’t we just be equals?”
“Equals.”
His blue eyes, fixed on her flustered expression, darkened.
“Jaha, I’ve never seen an equal relationship in my life. The difference might be glaring or barely noticeable, but there’s always a hierarchy—whether it’s family, friends, or lovers.”
His hand stroked her hair tenderly, but his words were cold.
For a moment, she had no rebuttal.
Honestly, she’d had similar thoughts before. No—not thoughts, but experiences. The subtle pecking order among friends, the power dynamics in romance, the unspoken ranks within families. She’d lived through them all.
“So I’ll be beneath you, Jaha. Reign over me. Be my master. In return, I only ask one duty from you.”
Dazed, she whispered, “And that is?”
“As my master… take responsibility for me to the very end.”
He brought Jaha’s hand to his face, nuzzling against her palm like a pet seeking its owner’s affection.
“Don’t abandon me just because you change your mind, okay?”
His word choice, his demeanor—it was all so dog-like that Jaha found herself nodding before she could think.
After all, adopting an animal only to abandon it later was something worthy of scorn. Once you took responsibility, you had to see it through, no matter what. It was only after agreeing on that emotional impulse that she belatedly realized—Wait, this man isn’t a dog. He’s a person.
She blinked, dazed by the feeling of having been swindled, when he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“So… can we finish what we started? Master.”
His gloved hand cupped her b****t.
“I’ll make it good for you. Say yes, won’t you?”
Her nerves sparked as his fingers teased around her n****e. Jaha exhaled shakily, lips parting.
“If you… stop with the teasing words—”
“Stop them completely?”
His voice was suspiciously tender, the kind that promised to indulge any request. She hesitated, then answered cautiously.
“J-Just… tone it down…”
“Ah. Tone it down.”
Amusement laced his murmur as he chuckled low in his throat.
Distracted by the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing, Jaha barely registered him scooping her up effortlessly—until he carried her to the bed.
– To be continued in Volume 4
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