The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 213

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“No, not to that extent.”

Yoo Jaha couldn’t hide her bewilderment at the extreme example.

There was no way someone would want to kill a person over something like that. Unless they were a deranged psychopath or a tyrant who saw human lives as no different from flies.

“Anyway, it must’ve still upset you. How bad was it?”

His excited, probing questions made him seem boyish. The flush rising on his cheeks made Jaha feel her anger completely dissipate. It was as if an invisible tail was wagging playfully behind him.

For a moment, she even wondered if this was what it felt like to abruptly stop mid-s*x, but since she had been the one to provoke him first, Jaha, her irritation deflated, answered obediently.

“I was a little pissed, but well, I got over it quickly. It’d be weirder if a guy like Rikanan had never been in love before.”

She had honestly bared her true feelings in her own way, but perhaps because it wasn’t the answer he’d hoped for, his expression turned subtle.

“I see.”

How should she even describe it? That complicated expression—somewhere between disappointment, bitterness, and yet a faint relief that at least it was something.

While Jaha was still trying to define it, he wiped away the remnants of his emotions and flashed a mischievous grin.

“Hmm, but I still wish you’d get a little more jealous.”

“How much more?”

Wasn’t she already doing enough? Even now, she felt light-years away from being “cool” about it.

As Jaha silently questioned herself, his low voice drifted into her ear.

“I want you to go crazy just imagining me touching another woman. I want your vision to go red, your chest to burn, your anger to boil over until you can’t think straight and just pounce. I want you to picture that nonexistent woman in your head and kill her over and over again.”

Just like me.

The words he added so softly were so faint that Jaha wondered if she had imagined them. Or maybe it was the whisper of a devil. Because it was too extreme. Too unlike the way a normal person would think.

“Ah, and since you might misunderstand, I’ll clarify this part.”

Still dazed, she stared blankly up at him as he smirked, fully aware of his own charm.

“It’s me. My past might not be clean, but at least this body is pure.”

Question marks flooded Jaha’s mind.

What kind of playboy nonsense was this? A promiscuous man possessed by a virgin’s body?

Utterly baffled, she could only blink. Her expression must have looked completely dumbfounded because he burst out laughing, his lips curling in amusement.

“Should we finish what we started?”

With an audacious question, he hooked his hands behind her knees, bending her legs into an M-shape. Then, he thrust his hot, heavy length deep inside.

Heat once again enveloped the bedroom.

He moved his lower body without restraint, rocking the bed as if it might collapse. Jaha gasped, clutching the sheets as pleasure overwhelmed her.

The pressure of his p***s, spreading her wide and crushing that sweet spot.

The tentacles writhing relentlessly in her back hole, stirring up a strange, intoxicating sensation.

She couldn’t think straight.

“Ah… ngh…”

Overwhelmed, involuntary tears spilled from her eyes.

The closer she got to ecstasy, the more her mind shattered. A sensation of everything collapsing—liberation born from that destruction. She was lifted endlessly high, only to crash back down.

How many times had that cycle repeated?

“You like it when the tentacles dig into your a*s, huh? Clenching around my c**k so greedily.”

“Hihk… hng…”

Jaha’s face was a complete mess—cheeks streaked with tears, lips slick with saliva, the corners of her eyes red and swollen, pupils blown wide.

What had once been no thicker than a pinky finger had gradually swelled, and now the tentacle was nearly as thick as a grown man’s c**k, moving in and out of her a*s as if it belonged there.

Its slickness was nothing like human skin—unnaturally smooth.

She hadn’t noticed when it was smaller, but now her entire body seemed coated in a slippery mucus, each movement accompanied by wet, squelching sounds. The obscenely loud friction made it feel like she was being f****d there too.

And above all else…

‘It’s so itchy—I’m going to lose my mind.’

It was bizarre. The more the tentacle squirmed, the more the inside of her a*s tingled. Not just a simple itch, but a maddening, electric heat that made her whole body twitch—an agony that threatened to drive her insane.