The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 22

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Was this how it felt when the torture of scratching only around an itch reached its peak? Beyond frustration and dissatisfaction, she felt she might go mad. Even earlier had been better when he had tormented only that sensitive spot. Back then, she’d thought the intensity would drive her crazy, but experiencing this now was even more agonizing.

Just once, if only he would strike that throbbing spot just once. Even if he drove in hard enough to hurt, it would be fine. No, rather, crushing it forcefully might feel even better.

“Hnng…”

Just as Jaha was nearly sobbing from his member that cruelly wandered only around that spot, the flesh that had withdrawn until only its tip barely caught her entrance suddenly drove in, strongly pressing against her most sensitive point.

“Hik!”

Something burst in Jaha’s mind.

Like an explosion that annihilated everything in its vicinity, all thoughts in her head vanished at once. The humiliation that had tormented her, the anger, the revulsion, the morality—all of it.

The Emperor’s eyes twisted as her inner flesh tightly squeezed around him. He had almost released. For all his teasing, wasn’t this welcome a bit too intense?

“How utterly lewd.”

It was quite lovely how she took in something far too large for her tiny hole.

The Emperor watched the slave who arched her back and threw her head backwards, screaming as if her breath would stop. Her face, stained with pleasure, looked utterly foolish.

How stupid.

Mocking the slave’s unseemly state, the Emperor increased the pace of his movements.

His plan to empty all his accumulated seed ended up unrealized. This was because Jaha lost consciousness at the threshold of her third climax.

The Emperor, after releasing his excitement while holding her limp body, withdrew his member that was starting to harden again from her slick inside. Without anything blocking it, the fluid that had pooled inside flowed out in waves. Watching her hole that wouldn’t return to its original size and endlessly leaked seed, the Emperor felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.

He had finally gotten in the mood, yet he was utterly displeased with the slave who had passed out before he could properly enjoy himself.

Why? It’s not like he had told her to move on top.

“What could be so exhausting when all you did was lie there and take it?”

He had done all the work. The more he thought about it, the more exasperated he felt, but what’s done was done.

The Emperor roughly wiped his fluid-slicked member against Jaha’s stomach before fixing his clothes. Since he had only taken out his member while remaining clothed, it didn’t take long to return to his original appearance. After magically removing even the bodily fluids that had splattered on his clothes, it was hard to believe he was the same man who had been rolling around so indecently on the bed moments ago.

The Emperor, who was about to leave the bedroom, turned his steps back to look down at the unconscious Jaha.

Even taking into account that she was soiled with various fluids including tears, her appearance could hardly be called pleasing to the eye. While she had no rough edges, there was also nothing exceptionally striking about her.

By common standards, Jaha fell into the category of being quite pretty. However, she fell far short of satisfying the Emperor’s discerning eye, which could have any beauty he desired.

“How did I end up acting like a stallion in heat with something like this?”

The Emperor clicked his tongue lightly. As his rationality somewhat returned, he felt rather pathetic.

One might ask why he was only realizing this now, but this was essentially the first time he had properly registered the slave’s face. No, he might have seen it once before during their previous encounter. She was just so plain and unremarkable that he’d forgotten her the moment he turned away.

He had been surrounded by only the finest things throughout his life. Even things that merely brushed against his fingertips had never been less than supreme quality.

He had believed that if the day ever came when he would consistently take a specific person, the partner would naturally be a peerless beauty. Someone even his rather fastidious aesthetic sense would have to acknowledge.

This slave was severely underqualified in many ways.

Perhaps he should end it here.

As the Emperor pondered, his eyes suddenly caught the seal engraved on the slave’s lower abdomen. A flower blooming lewdly above dark grass, created by his magic. Seeing it made his lower body grow tense again.

Since he had already marked her, it wouldn’t be bad to use her a few more times.

If there had been no seal, or if he hadn’t noticed it at that moment, the Emperor’s decision might have been different. However, fate unfortunately avoided such possibilities. That was Jaha’s misfortune.