The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 259

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It was a realization as bitterly cruel as the skull-filled water of Master Wonhyo—something she might have been better off never knowing. But she had no desire to be wretchedly tossed about again, stripped of all choice as she had been in her days as a slave.

Even if she were to suffer at someone’s hands, it had to be done only with her consent. So what Jaha needed wasn’t a master, but a loyal servant who would perform the role of master under her command. A slave elevated to the position of ruler—one who existed solely to fulfill her desires, granted the right to dominate only because she permitted it.

He wasn’t to lay a finger on her unless she willed it. He had to remember that, though employed, he was merely a servant to Jaha, his true master, and could be dismissed at any moment.

Even if she was the one being taken in bed, she wanted to remain essentially superior. And this fox-like man seemed to have already grasped that fact to some degree.

Meeting his now-clear eyes—as if he’d never been dazed at all—Jaha moved the rod embedded in her rear herself. With each thrust of the translucent shaft, a wet squelch sounded, fluid dripping onto the sheets below.

“Ngh, ah…”

To moan while pleasuring herself like this—just a short while ago, Jaha would never have imagined it. But ever since the memories of her time as a slave, Yoo Jaha, had fully returned, she’d felt an itch deep inside. The pleasure carved into her flesh was impossible to forget. And after taking revenge by raping him with a strap-on, whatever moral qualms she’d had about such acts had shattered entirely. If it wasn’t unclean or harmful, why not indulge? In this world of magic and the unreal, even those concerns could be easily resolved. Why not just be honest about her desires?

“Hahh, yes, ngh, ah—!”

She could see his blue eyes darkening with arousal and hunger. His c**k was already stiff, standing rigid. Deliberately, Jaha pushed the translucent rod deeper inside, twisting it slowly. The stimulated hole clenched, and fluid seeped from her slit, soaking the sheets beneath.

Turning onto her side, she lifted her hips, making sure he had a clear view. Though she couldn’t see his face—buried as it was in the bed—she could feel his gaze, ravenous. Yet he couldn’t thrust in as he pleased. Not without her permission.

“Need some help, Jaha?”

“What are you… haah… trying to do…?”

“I’ll make it more enjoyable for you than doing it alone. After all, I know your body better than you do.”

He whispered as he wrapped his hand around hers, still gripping the slender rod. Jaha subtly pulled her hand away—a silent permission. Taking the handle from her, he rotated the rod gently, probing deep inside before immediately finding her weak spot and relentlessly pressing into it.

“Ah— Hhk! Hng…!”

“It’s thin, so it might not be enough, but since I’m pressing just right, it’s fine, isn’t it?”

With each forceful thrust of the rod, the pressure reached even the back of her womb, past the inner walls. The sheer strength and speed were on another level—stimulation incomparable to when she did it alone—until her vision whited out.

Her legs trembling as she peaked, he pushed the rod deep inside her and paused for a moment to savor the sight before him.

The translucent, thin d***o clenched tightly between her thighs, her twitching entrance as if protesting that it wasn’t enough, her glistening, delectable s*x soaked slick with arousal, her thighs trembling and smeared with sticky fluids—every lewd, adorable trace betraying just how much she had felt.

“To arch your back like this… you’re too obscene.”

Effortlessly lifting her limp body from where it had collapsed onto the bed, he settled her onto his lap. Before she could even catch her breath, he rubbed his c**k against her already-drenched slit.

“I’ll make this side feel good too, Master. Is that alright?”

Her slick arousal coated his shaft, allowing it to slide back and forth effortlessly, rubbing against her entrance and c**t. Hot, hard, veiny, and throbbing—the sheer presence of his c**k shattered Jaha’s composure.

She could feel herself pulsing below. Tilting her hips slightly, she pressed her entrance against the tip. At this angle, his length made full penetration impossible, but the gesture alone was permission enough.

Understanding immediately, he lifted her, aligning the rigid head of his c**k with her dripping slit—then drove her down in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt.

“Hhk—!”

Her consciousness flickered as the overwhelming girth stretched her to the brink. No matter how many times they did this, his size was absurd. Her thighs trembled, struggling to accommodate him, breath hitching as he filled her completely. The weight of her own body forced him even deeper, leaving her overwhelmed.

“Facing you is better, after all.”