The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 29

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At the Emperor’s command, Jaha had no choice but to lift her eyelids.

The man staring down at her was more handsome than any man she had ever seen in her life.

Mysterious purple eyes and golden lashes, each strand meticulously delicate.

For a moment, Jaha forgot that this man was the one who had violently violated her and was still violating her now. She was momentarily entranced. His appearance held that much power.

The idol she once thought was the most handsome in the world and had set as her phone’s wallpaper, the actors hailed as the most handsome in the world—compared to the man before her, they were nothing but fireflies before the sun.

Through the man before her, Jaha realized that there exists a beauty so overwhelming it could destroy one’s very preferences.

Even his hair was a radiant sunlight that reminded her of the mythical Apollo. If a god were to descend to earth, wouldn’t they look like this? For a brief moment, she even entertained such a ridiculous thought. But the time for admiration was short.

The moment she clearly recognized who the man before her was and what he had done to her, Jaha was freed from the visual spell. She could now look at the Emperor with reason, not just blind awe.

This was the fourth time she had been summoned. It was the first time she had properly seen his face.

Until now, Jaha hadn’t even known the face of the man who had trampled over her.

The formless devil had finally taken shape.

Was this the result of generations of powerful men selecting peerless beauties, refining their genes to perfection? It was a beauty so profound that it could be called the very essence of aesthetics, deserving of the highest praise.

For a moment, Jaha wondered why such a man would desire someone like her, but she decided not to indulge in self-deprecating thoughts. Instead, she faced the reality before her.

Why was the Emperor suddenly acting like this? Every time, he had only been interested in her lower half, never sparing a glance above her waist. Yet now, he was asking her to open her eyes and meet his gaze. How was she supposed to interpret this situation?

Was it an ominous sign? Could this be a life-threatening crisis?

Jaha belatedly tensed up. A cold drop of sweat trickled down her spine.

“As I thought, it’s black.”

The Emperor, who had uttered something incomprehensible, released Jaha’s chin without hesitation. Watching his upper body move away as if he had been close all along, Jaha swallowed dryly. She didn’t fully understand what was going on, but since the Emperor had backed off without doing anything, she figured she might have escaped the crisis for now. Just as she was feeling relieved, the Emperor suddenly spoke to her.

“Who taught you?”

Jaha didn’t immediately understand the question and stared blankly for a moment before opening her mouth.

“Lady Berun.”

“What kind of training did you receive?”

“I practiced… to be able to receive Your Majesty properly.”

“How?”

The Emperor was persistent. Shame washed over Jaha from head to toe as she forced herself to answer.

“I was told to… put in and take out beads… egg-shaped beads… using only the strength below, without using my hands… So I did that.”

“That couldn’t have been all. What else did you do?”

The Emperor asked while slowly moving his hips. As his p***s shallowly slid in and out, Jaha felt her mind being drawn in that direction. But she couldn’t ignore the Emperor’s question.

“To get used to a man’s member… I inserted and removed a replica every day.”

“And?”

“So that Your Majesty could… proceed smoothly at any time… I learned how to loosen myself down there… with my fingers.”

With each word she uttered, Jaha felt like she might die of embarrassment. It hadn’t been this bad even during her training with Lady Berun. Back then, she had been able to endure it through sheer willpower. But having to explain every humiliating detail to the very person involved was unbearable. Her face felt like it was burning up, on the verge of exploding.

On the contrary, the Emperor was enjoying himself as much as Jaha was suffering from humiliation. If Jaha had been indifferent and unashamedly confessed like the other slaves, he wouldn’t have felt much of a thrill. But seeing her so mortified that she looked like she wanted to die, his sadistic tendencies were aroused. It was similar to the instinct to chase after something that tries to run away.

“And? What else?”