Chapter 255
The fact that an indelible mark now stained her body—moreover, in such a shameful place and in such a lewd shape—was unbearably repulsive. She wished he would suffer the same resentment. Yet, his face showed no trace of disgrace or anger.
At first, she wondered if he was pretending, but as time passed, she realized he genuinely didn’t care. Unable to hold back, she finally asked—only to receive an absurd reply.
“I don’t dislike it because Jaha gave it to me.”
“……It wasn’t me, the mage carved it?”
“But Jaha bought it and gave it to me.”
The contraceptive seal, meant to shame him after spending a fortune, had somehow become a gift she purchased for him.
From the very first step, Jaha was seized by an ominous premonition that her future might not go smoothly. And that feeling became reality.
No matter what she did—coating his p***s with slime for days, forcing him to utter degrading words, applying cream to his n*****s and piercing them with rings to train them, humiliating him with obscenities, soaking his entire body in stimulants to heighten sensitivity, fitting a ring around his t*******s, or making him watch himself in a mirror during humiliating acts—none of it left a mark on him.
Even when an infuriated Jaha strapped on an oversized d***o and threatened to take his back door, he remained unshaken and simply asked:
“Would you like me to prepare first?”
“What exactly would you prepare for?”
Thinking that perhaps he needed mental preparation, Jaha watched his handsome face intently, a flicker of anticipation in her. Honestly, this was the kind of humiliation most heterosexual men wouldn’t endure.
“I was going to prepare myself so Jaha wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of forcing it in.”
The reason far surpassed her expectations.
Jaha was left speechless.
Was this what it meant for an emperor to be shameless?
This man truly, unbelievably, had no sense of disgrace.
In the end, even after repaying him in full—measure for measure, based on the principle of equivalent retaliation—Jaha couldn’t shake the thought: This isn’t it.
There was still one thing left unreturned: killing someone close to him, equivalent to Cedric. But… for one, he had no such counterpart, and no matter how much she repaid him in kind, Jaha didn’t want to become a murderer. As a result, Cedric was still alive.
Cedric.
Jaha rolled the name silently in her mind.
Suddenly curious, she looked into Cedric’s background. With money, nothing was impossible—barely a day after commissioning the information guild, she learned everything, down to Kyrthan’s royal family’s hidden illegitimate children.
Cedric had no half-sister.
The King of Kyrthan was a womanizer, but he had never taken a foreign mistress.
“You remind me of my younger sibling.”
“Sibling?”
“Yeah. You don’t look much alike, but for some reason, I think of them.”
“I’m not from here. Aren’t people who look like me pretty rare?”
“Their mother was also from a distant foreign land.”
Cedric, who had said he treated her well because she reminded him of his younger sister.
Why he had lied like that would forever remain a mystery. The slave Cedric, who had once handed a handkerchief to a tearful Jaha, no longer existed.
‘Ranya.’
Jaha silently repeated the name of another lost connection in her mouth.
Not long ago, she had seen Ranya in a crowd lined up to buy lottery tickets. For a moment, Jaha, furious, almost snapped—What was the point of all that math you studied if you’re just wasting it on this pathetic game of chance?—before realizing it had never happened.
The exchanges between slave Yoo Jaha and Ranya, the librarian of the Langjev Palace—where Jaha taught her math in exchange for snacks—never existed in this world. It was something that only happened in a world now erased.
Through those two experiences, Jaha came to a stark realization: the hellish days she had endured, that horrific time, had ultimately never happened. It was regrettable that memories that should have vanished with the lost world still lingered, but it was simply bad luck.
She almost felt it was unfair to him. After all, Jaha regaining her memories was outside his plans. He had gone to such lengths to rewind time and erase everything, only for the very person he had hoped would forget to still remember it all. What a nightmare that must be for him.
The thought made her wonder:
By reversing the world’s time, the events of Jaha’s enslavement had, in the end, never occurred. But was it truly right to seek revenge just because she had memories of it? The pain and humiliation she felt were still real, weren’t they?
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