The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 28

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Jaha bowed and left the training room. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, but it seemed Lady Berun’s attitude had shifted slightly. A vague premonition crept into her mind that tomorrow might not be as torturous as today. Not that it would make things easy, but even a minor improvement in the situation was a good sign. Things only became a problem if they kept getting worse.

For the first time in a long while, Jaha felt a tiny flicker of hope swelling within her as she returned to her quarters. But then, she was met with the cold, harsh reality.

“Follow me.”

The chief attendant standing in front of the lodging gave an order. Just like that, Jaha was once again dragged to the Emperor.

As she bathed and purified herself, her heart raced faster and her chest tightened the closer she got to her destination. It felt as though all the blood in her body was draining to her feet.

Naturally, the memory of the last intimate encounter came to mind. It had been distinctly different from the first two times.

The first and second times had been filled with nothing but terrible pain and fear. But the third time…

Jaha’s body trembled without her realizing it. She never wanted to feel that sensation again. It felt as though she would no longer be herself. If that were the case, she would rather endure the pain.

Before she knew it, they had arrived in front of an ornate door. The chief attendant gestured with his eyes for Jaha to enter. Taking a deep breath, Jaha stepped inside and immediately prostrated herself on the floor to show her respect. Then, without waiting for the Emperor’s command, she climbed onto the bed and lay down. This was because, during the previous encounter, the Emperor had ordered her to come to the bed on her own without him having to say anything. In truth, his words had been far more explicit, but Jaha didn’t want to recall the exact phrasing.

Without a word, the Emperor lifted Jaha’s skirt and poured lubricant. As the cold liquid touched her bare skin, Jaha shivered.

After generously pouring the lubricant, which dripped down her thighs, the Emperor used his hand to gather it back between her legs. He then pulled down his pants and took out his member. Thick veins bulged along its length, half-e***t, boasting a ferocity that clashed with his sculpted appearance.

Grasping the flesh pillar, which was too large to be fully held by one hand, he pressed the tip against her tightly closed slit and began to move it up and down slowly, as if painting with a brush. The sensation of the gliding head, slick with lubricant, against the soft, smooth mound wasn’t unpleasant.

Was there no hair below?

He suddenly felt a sense of dissonance, but since he wasn’t particularly interested, he couldn’t recall how it had been originally.

After rubbing it a few more times, the pink entrance began to twitch and gape as if it had already been trained.

Though he found it amusing how such a tiny thing, barely large enough for a finger, dared to act so seductive, he also gauged whether it could immediately swallow him whole. Despite its appearance, it would surely stretch—he was certain from experience. However, since he hadn’t inserted a slime this time, it wouldn’t be as easy as before.

If he took his time to loosen it up now, it would swallow him just as well as last time, but he had no intention of doing so. He’d rather thrust in even once more in that time.

Having used plenty of lubricant, he resolved to force it open and aimed the tip at the entrance. As he pushed in from the end, the tightness was still there, but it felt oddly easier compared to the previous times when he had to forcefully push through. Wondering what was going on, he focused on the sensation and realized the walls were wriggling and sucking him in, as if assisting him.

The noticeably different movement over the past few days made him realize the slave had been touched by someone else. At the same time, an inexplicable displeasure crept up within him. She was taking him well from below, so he should have been pleased, but something felt off.

The Emperor, who had stopped short of fully inserting himself to the root, leaned his upper body toward the slave. Then, he grabbed her chin and made her look directly into his eyes.

The slave flinched in surprise and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes.”