The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 197

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It could never be heaven. No paradise would ever feel this violently consuming, like her nerves were being burned alive.

At the peak of her climax, Jaha let out a sound closer to an animal’s howl than a moan, her head snapping back—and he didn’t miss it. His kiss was predatory, a searing, frantic claim as if he were devouring his prey.

The moment he released her chin, Jaha collapsed onto the sheets, boneless.

She didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, but—just as always—he showed no mercy, rolling his hips again, this time with even more force, even more speed.

Her oversensitive nerves were forcibly dragged back to life, her insides twitching helplessly as he ruthlessly pounded into her. The pleasure was past her limit, unbearable, unthinkable—but she couldn’t escape it.

And when she was forced over the edge again, he followed right after, spilling into her with a low groan.

The sensation of his warmth filling her made Jaha tremble violently, and he pulled her tightly against him. His weight pressed her down, the embrace almost suffocating—but she didn’t mind being skin-to-skin like this.

There was something comforting in human warmth.

So comforting it almost made her want to cry for no reason at all.

He was tall, broad-chested—big in every way—so when he held her, she was enveloped completely, head to toe. It was a little stifling, but it also felt like being protected.

And Jaha… liked that feeling.

Maybe even more than the blinding pleasure of their raw, physical connection.

He lightly pressed his lips here and there again.

I almost asked if he wasn’t tired of sucking and biting every day when my skin didn’t even taste sweet—but I held back. I didn’t even have the energy for that.

After lying still, barely breathing, a little strength returned to my exhausted body. That was when Jaha spoke.

“Rikanan.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Maybe it was the d***s loosening her mind. Unnecessary words spilled from her throat.

“So you mustn’t wrong me…”

After mumbling like that, a sudden wave of drowsiness crashed over her, and it seemed she fell asleep right away.

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This is a nightmare.

A mere illusion that will vanish like a mirage when I return to my original world.

“Begging while spreading your c**t won’t do you any good. Today, I’ll thoroughly teach your backside the meaning of pleasure. I’ll keep violating you until you’ve perfectly memorized the shape of my c**k.”

The massive shaft plunged in and out of a hole that wasn’t meant for this. Fluid dripped from her untouched p***y, while her a*s—forced to take the p***s—overflowed with slick arousal.

“You already enjoy being pierced here, don’t you? I never expected you’d become such a proper p***y so quickly… you’ve become so lewd.”

This wasn’t a place meant for s*x. Yet, Jaha’s face melted with pleasure as she moaned in drunken ecstasy, violated and unraveled.

“Now you’ve grown an irreversible hymen. How pitiful.”

When the Emperor pulled out, the stretched hole clenched shut, pushed beyond its limits.

“I’ll take responsibility for your training and cherish you forever.”

The obscene rose pattern branded on her b******s reflected in the mirror. Each time the pink hole at its center twitched, thick white fluid trickled out. Staring blankly, Jaha repeated like a broken music box:

This is a nightmare.

A dream that will scatter like dust when I return to Earth…

Yoo Jaha opened her eyes and froze, glancing around.

It wasn’t her home on Earth, but the scenery was familiar—her room in this world. She didn’t remember washing up, yet her body was clean, dressed in comfortable sleepwear.

This is real.

This place is reality.

That was just a dream.

No—it did happen to me.

I just lost my memories. It was my past.

A shudder wracked her entire body, impossible to suppress.

Jaha stumbled toward the mirror. She knew, rationally, that there was no way. Logically, it had to be impossible. But she couldn’t calm down until she saw it with her own eyes. Trembling, she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her underwear.

Twisting her torso, she craned her neck to check her reflection—her bare hips.

No mark.

Her strength drained away. Jaha swayed, then slid limply to the floor. A bone-deep chill gnawed at her, teeth grinding.

“I’ll kill him.”