The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 21

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“Hahnng!”

And her moans were more arousing than expected.

With a high-pitched cry, she seemed to climax as her inner walls trembled and clenched around his member. He paid no mind and continued strongly thrusting his hips while pressing hard against her sensitive spots. Usually, he would have finished and released by now, but today something had been triggered and he couldn’t control himself.

It’s fine to have days like this once in a while. Since it’s come to this, I might as well empty out all the pent-up seed.

After several more thrusts, he buried himself deep inside and e********d refreshingly. His seed gushed out so forcefully it could only be described as unleashing, overflowing like water spilling from a full cup when it exceeded capacity. The thick, sticky fluid that leaked from their joined parts flowed past her perineum, wetting all the way to her a**s.

Jaha stared up at empty space with unfocused eyes. Though her eyes were open, she was in a blacked-out state and couldn’t actually see anything. It felt like someone had pressed an electric shock to her brain. Her whole body trembled and she could barely breathe.

The sensation of every cell awakening, the feeling of her body hair standing on end. With a death cry-like scream, her waist arched, her toes curled, and fluid gushed out from below.

Something did come. But she couldn’t quite put a name to whatever this ‘something’ was.

Theoretically, there should be an answer, but she couldn’t be certain.

Pleasure? This kind of thing?

The pleasure Jaha had in mind was something soft, fluffy, and harmless—like cumulus clouds or whipped cream, for example. But what had just pierced through her was something sharp like a blade, tingling like sticking a metal chopstick into an electrical socket, and violent as if someone had struck her.

Could this really be called pleasure?

As she stood there in a daze, unable to get her bearings, the Emperor’s voice reached her ears.

“How utterly indecent. A mere slave, climaxing before your master without permission.”

Jaha blinked slowly. Still half-dazed, she couldn’t comprehend his words immediately. The Emperor smirked as he lazily traced the seal on her lower abdomen.

“How fortunate that you seem well-suited for physical service.”

Understanding his words at last, Jaha thrashed like a fish impaled on a harpoon. Her internal organs turned cold with humiliation.

The Emperor had simply chosen her and trampled her one-sidedly. Not once had she wanted any of this. Yet here he was, treating her like a toy at will and speaking of suitability. How was this any different from mutilating someone with a knife, then praising them for bleeding well and saying they had a talent for being abused?

Her body’s response to the given stimulus was as natural as bleeding when stabbed with a blade. It was designed that way for reproduction, not because of any ‘suitability.’

Anger boiled up within her toward this man who spoke so shamelessly despite being the perpetrator. She wanted nothing more than to tear the Emperor apart. But Jaha was powerless, forced to endure whatever he did to her. If she wanted to stay alive, she couldn’t displease him even slightly.

Swallowing her curses, Jaha waited for that soft flesh to withdraw. Until now, it had always ended after one release. But contrary to her expectations, the Emperor didn’t pull out, instead slowly rubbing against her inner walls. Still sensitive from before, Jaha squirmed, trying not to writhe.

After just a few movements, she could feel that organ splitting her inside growing firm again. Soon, it had regained its full hardness from before release, filling her completely.

What Jaha felt in that moment was fear.

Why? He had never gone twice before.

He had always withdrawn after once, as if that was enough.

Before her questions could be answered, the Emperor thrust his hips. As if his earlier measured movements had been mere play, he crashed against her with bestial force until her pubic bone ached. But for some reason, unlike before when he had precisely targeted that spot, now he was striking around it.

At first, Jaha was confused, but gradually grew desperate. His member, long and thick like a club, was thoroughly rubbing every point inside her. But there was a huge difference between concentrated stimulation of a specific spot and what he was doing now.

If he had struck completely wrong spots, it would have been fine, but his constant circling around that area made her even more frustrated.

Ah, just a little, just a little to the side.

Not there, lower—no, to the left!

The more the Emperor moved in and out, the more unfulfilled heat built up inside her. Her mind grew hazy as if covered in fog, and pleading moans escaped unbidden.

“Hng, ah, aahn.”