The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 215

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With the tentacle and two fingers filling her, she couldn’t even breathe. The overwhelming stretch—like the slightest misalignment would ruin her—revived the terror of her first time with him. The memory of trembling helplessly, stuffed to the brim with his monstrous c**k. And now he wanted to add another finger? Her hole would surely tear.

“I—hicc—I’ll break.”

“I’d never let that happen.”

“I’m already at my limit.”

“Trust me and relax. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll see stars.”

“Hngk—”

“Aren’t you curious? How much you’ll feel through here.”

He lifted the inserted index and middle fingers upward, pressing firmly against her inner walls. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, Jaha gripped the sheets.

“I’ll show you a new kind of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.”

This man truly was a devil. He knew exactly how to pierce through a person and corrupt them. Curiosity and desire for forbidden pleasure numbed her fear.

Not once had he ever failed to meet Jaha’s expectations—whether in bed or outside of it. Especially when it came to pleasure, it was always overwhelming, never lacking.

If he said he’d make her roll her eyes in ecstasy, it would undoubtedly happen.

Jaha relaxed her body as much as possible, hesitated, then spread her b******s apart herself.

Seizing the opportunity, he forced a third finger into her tightly stretched a**s. Despite the snug fit, he shallowly pushed in and out with persistence until, gradually, his fingers sank deeper.

Finally, all three fingers were inside. Even without him moving them separately, the fingers twitched like tentacles, irregularly stimulating her insides.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he began moving his fingers. Though her hole clenched tightly, the tentacle’s mucus made it easier than expected.

Schlick, schlick— As his fingers thrust in and out, Jaha clutched the pillow. It felt strange rather than pleasurable—not unpleasant, but not exactly enjoyable either. If she focused, she could almost feel something teetering on the edge…

“Ngh…”

Her toes curled from the maddening sensation, and when her inner walls rubbed hard against his fingers, a sharp tingle shot through her.

Jaha’s eyes flew open. Not yet—but if this kept up, something was coming.

He seemed to sense it too, thrusting his fingers faster and deeper. An indescribable sensation surged, making her head buzz. Just as the feeling grew unbearable, his fingers and tentacles abruptly pulled out.

“Hah…?”

Jaha jerked. As the deeply embedded tentacle swiftly dragged against her walls, a euphoric itch—like being scratched—flared up. But it wasn’t enough. Her mind was consumed by the urge to have something fill and mercilessly rub that tickling, hollow space inside.

Perhaps that was why, when the thick tip touched her back entrance, her insides quivered and sweetly clenched.

“You’ve waited long enough, right? Now, I’ll f**k you properly.”

Her loosened folds gradually parted, swallowing the sizable glans.

Jaha trembled, breath hitching at the suffocating pressure. Even after taking three fingers and a tentacle earlier, it was still too much. The sheer size was incomparable.

As her insides stretched around the monstrous shaft, Jaha convulsed. He kept spreading her wider, pushing deeper, until her stomach felt bloated with his impossible thickness and length.

When fear flashed through her and she tried to flee, he gripped her chin, immobilizing her, and asked:

“How does it feel taking a c**k here for the first time?”

“This is… ngh… weird…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it soon.”

He mounted her slender frame—so fragile it seemed less than half his size—like a dog, ignoring Yoo Jaha’s resistance as he forced his c**k inside, inch by inch.

Even her desperate, overwhelmed thrashing and intermittent sobs were endearing. What turned him on even more was that despite it all, she never tried to hit or push him away.

The fact that she was clearly terrified enough to instinctively struggle, yet endured this situation—going against her own instincts—solely because she trusted he wouldn’t harm her, drove him wild. It meant she truly believed in him.

His chest tingled unbearably. And no matter what, he didn’t want to betray this woman’s trust.

How did we get here? How did I get my hands on her?

I won’t let this miracle slip away.

He gripped her narrow waist and buried himself deeper inside. Then, as if kneading her trembling insides, he slowly ground against her.

Once he decided she was sufficiently loosened up, his patience finally snapped, and he began pounding into her in earnest.

Thud, thud— with every rough thrust, Yoo Jaha’s b******s flattened against his firm abs.

“Ah—Hhk! Hngg…!”

She wailed. After being tormented for so long by the itching heat of the aphrodisiac, the merciless scraping of his p***s against her walls felt like salvation. And each time he plunged deep, cold sweat broke out, the back of her head tingled, and an indescribable pleasure surged through her.