Chapter 216
The immorality of using a hole not meant for s*x when she had a proper organ for it.
The perverse thrill of feeling even this shameful place utterly conquered.
The despair of surrendering to such abnormal pleasure.
Everything blurred together until she could no longer think straight.
The more ruthlessly he f****d her a*s, the wetter her p***y became. Fluid dripped from her slit, soaking her thighs before spattering onto the sheets.
To check just how much she was feeling, he slid his fingers along her crevice—then smirked when he confirmed she was undeniably enjoying it.
“Getting f****d from behind while your p***y floods, huh?”
“Hngg… there… feels good…!”
“Beyond this inner wall—there’s your womb. Feels good when I press behind it?”
“Hhk… dunno…! Feels—so good…!”
He adjusted his thrusts to ruthlessly target that spot.
As the relentless pillar of flesh hammered into her, Yoo Jaha’s entire body shuddered violently. Maybe it was her imagination, but he seemed to be going even deeper. Then, at some point, he forced his way past where it felt like he shouldn’t be—stretching her beyond limits. Her mind went blank.
‘What… is this?’
It felt too, too—
When Yoo Jaha regained consciousness, she realized her body was trembling as if struck by lightning. But it wasn’t over. The c**k, which had slipped out like a snake, plunged deep inside her again. Jaha couldn’t even moan—she shattered.
It was unbearably strange. She resented her limited vocabulary, which left her with no choice but to describe it as such, but no other words came to mind. Goosebumps rose, her hair stood on end, and the trembling, like an electric shock, wouldn’t stop.
Was this pleasure?
Could this feeling really be called pleasure?
Was she enjoying this?
She couldn’t tell. Yet, between her legs, fluid gushed out, and her body—inexplicably aroused—craved more of that bizarre sensation.
‘What the hell…’
Jaha’s thoughts couldn’t continue further. The c**k withdrew only to slam into her again with force, and just like that, her consciousness fled.
He gripped Jaha’s slack jaw, tilting her head all the way back to examine her face. Her pupils were nearly gone, like someone who had fainted.
A deep satisfaction enveloped him.
“I told you,” the devil mused, smiling beautifully at her rolled-back, white-covered eyes.
“I’d make you love it so much, you’d lose your mind.”
He pressed a light kiss to her forehead—chock—then released her chin. As much as he wanted to keep showering her with kisses, savoring this adorable, obscene expression for as long as possible, holding her neck bent too long might hurt.
Instead, he focused on his lust and began mounting her with animalistic ferocity. The position already mirrored mating beasts, so there was no sense of discomfort.
Each time the thick shaft ruthlessly pried open her rectum, molding it to its shape, Jaha cried prettily beneath him.
He hadn’t intended to violate her there from the very first experience, but since her lewd body took it so willingly, he could only be grateful. Seeing how much she liked it, he figured he’d made the right choice.
Truthfully, he hadn’t planned on touching this part at all—not before Jaha brought up her past men. This situation was purely the product of jealousy.
He held onto Jaha, who had already come multiple times, refusing to let go until he finished. Finally, after spilling inside her, he dragged his fingers over the stretched entrance, still taut from being forced open. Jaha’s limp body twitched a beat later.
It was a climax as exhausting as wringing out a dry towel.
She had no strength left.
This is my limit.
Any more would truly be overwork.
Overwhelmed by a paralyzing exhaustion, as if she had been dragged straight into the abyss, she lay motionless, unable to even twitch a finger. The man who had pulled out from where they were joined now lay beside her, suddenly drawing her close by the waist and embracing her.
The feeling of being completely enveloped by his large body was cozy. Somehow, it felt like she was being protected from everything in the world.
With her flickering consciousness, Yoo Jaha thought:
This man is not the Emperor.
The Emperor lived decadently, spreading scandals with countless women. There was no way he would care about a mere slave now.
It was all in the past—everything the Emperor had done to her, the despair and suffering she had endured because of him, all of it.
Even those incomprehensible desires that had sometimes flickered in his eyes, even those actions whose meaning she could never grasp in the end—they were all gone now.
“I… I loved you. Even if it wasn’t love to you, to me, it was love.”
Even that desperate confession made in a trembling voice was already in the past.
I hadn’t yet taken revenge, nor forgiven, nor understood—I hadn’t done anything.
Yet flames rose inside me again.
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