The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 26

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The servant, having fulfilled her role, quietly disappeared. Holding her breath, Jaha waited for the head maid to state her business.

“What is your name?”

“Jaha.”

Slaves had no family names, so Jaha didn’t mention one.

“I see, Jaha. Do you know what the mark on your body signifies?”

“I apologize, but my knowledge is limited, so I do not know.”

“It’s a magic that prevents conception. As long as the magic remains and the mark is not removed, you will never conceive.”

Jaha’s expression changed as she listened to the head maid’s explanation. She immediately understood the Emperor’s intentions. At the same time, a mix of anger and frustration surged through her entire body, impossible to suppress.

So, last time wasn’t the end?

I’ll have to keep enduring that kind of treatment from now on?

A chilling sensation ran through her entire body, as if all the blood in her veins had turned cold.

A shiver ran down her spine, causing her shoulders to tremble slightly.

The head maid, with her sharp eyes, didn’t miss that subtle reaction. Though she couldn’t see Jaha’s face clearly since it was bowed, the attitude was far from pleased. She had imagined a seductress who had caught the Emperor’s eye, but this was unexpected.

Jaha’s slender frame was far from voluptuous, and there was no hint of sensuality about her. She wasn’t the type who exuded an irresistible aura regardless of her figure, nor did she seem like someone skilled in handling men.

The head maid had seen countless women who dominated social circles, manipulating men at will. Those women had a different kind of energy. Even if their outward appearance was delicate, their core was that of a predator. Men, blinded by desire, failed to see their true nature, but to other women, it was glaringly obvious.

This slave was nothing like that. She was simply someone who had, by chance, caught the Emperor’s attention.

Is this his taste?

It was surprising, but people often made unusual choices at least once in their lives. Sometimes, a food you’d never cared for suddenly became appealing. In the end, though, things usually returned to their original state.

Even if this was just a fleeting whim, the head maid decided to fulfill her duty faithfully for now.

“Given the circumstances, you must now learn how to please His Majesty.”

The declaration struck Jaha like a thunderbolt. Her breath caught in her throat. Learn how to please the Emperor? She wasn’t naive enough to misunderstand the meaning behind those words. A wave of nausea rose within her.

“Lady Berun, please teach this child well.”

“Understood, madam.”

A middle-aged maid with a stern expression and glasses bowed her head. Jaha, listening to the conversation that was progressing without any regard for her own will, felt an overwhelming urge to flee the room. But of course, there was no way she could escape.

“Follow me.”

The maid, referred to as Lady Berun, gave the order. Jaha clenched her fists discreetly.

I have to endure this. No matter how absurd or humiliating, I have to endure.

She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them and followed Lady Berun.

Deep within the palace, the room they entered was filled with all sorts of tools and devices. Some were recognizable, while others were so bizarre that their purpose was impossible to guess. Jaha was left speechless. Some of the items even resembled torture devices.

“My role is to train you using the things here. I taught the concubines of the previous Emperor and the one before that as well. Tailored to their preferences.”

Lady Berun adjusted her glasses as she spoke.

“Be grateful that His Majesty has a very moderate and conventional taste.”

And so, the humiliating “education” began.

“First, your body must be cleaned thoroughly.”

Maids applied an unknown cream to various parts of Jaha’s body. The hair on the areas where the cream was applied melted away instantly, leaving her skin as smooth as a newborn baby’s. Then, they applied another gel to her n*****s and lower regions. The cold gel was meticulously spread over her perineum and even her a**s.

“If you apply this daily, it will turn a pretty shade of pink. Now, let’s move on to the main lesson.”

Throughout the “education,” Lady Berun treated Jaha as nothing more than a tool—an object existing solely to satisfy the Emperor.

Jaha endured it. Solely for the sake of survival. Even if she had to wallow in the mud, she didn’t want to die.

“Since it’s your first day, we’ll end here. Be prepared for tomorrow.”