The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 55

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“Hnng.”

Jaha let out a shallow breath. Though the hard member was pressed against her womanhood, creating friction, there was no particular pain thanks to the fluids that had moistened her below. Looking down, she could see the crimson, thick tip and shaft pointing toward her stomach.

Jaha watched dazedly as the Emperor pulled his hips back, causing the back of the tip to touch her nub, then thrust forward, reaching all the way to the marking on her lower abdomen. She felt her lower regions heating up.

The bulging veins on his p***s stimulated her entrance and c******s. Though insufficient compared to penetration, a strange pleasure slowly bloomed. The feeling of being repeatedly rubbed by the firm flesh pillar wasn’t unpleasant.

It would feel better if he scratched a bit faster, but the Emperor maintained a steady pace without increasing the tempo.

Like a sausage inserted between hotdog buns, he moved at a slightly slow pace—shk, shk—parting her slit with the side of his shaft.

As indirect vibrations were added to direct friction, her most sensitive protrusion trembled incessantly. Her n*****s felt hot enough to melt.

Will I really come like this?

The moment she had that doubt, the Emperor twisted both n*****s hard. Simultaneously, her vision shattered.

The Emperor looked down with satisfaction at Jaha, who had thrown her head back and was trembling in all limbs.

“You came without me even putting my c**k in. Well done.”

He picked up Jaha, who couldn’t gather her senses, and carried her to the bed. After flipping her over, he lightly waved his hand in the air and summoned a pink creature that looked like a tentacle, thinner even than a pinky finger.

With both hands, he spread Jaha’s b******s as wide as possible and pressed it against the neatly folded entrance. The thing wriggled, burrowing into the hole of its own accord.

The foreign sensation from the unfamiliar place snapped Jaha back to full alertness. As she stiffened with a shudder, the Emperor struck her b******s with his large hand, creating a sharp slapping sound.

“You must accept it properly. It’s a magical creature that will turn your back hole into a c**t.”

While Jaha’s body opened from the stinging pain spreading from where his palm had struck, the tentacle-like creature slipped completely inside.

The Emperor explained to the fear-stricken Jaha.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. There are no particular side effects. It merely cleanses the inside by seeping into the mucous membrane and living there.”

It was a creature modified for a**l use, designed for unconventional relations. Safe enough that even nobles used it to please their partners.

Once settled, it would make the insides more sensitive and elastic, preventing the inner walls from being injured or muscles from becoming loose. With consistent stimulation and development, it would even produce fluid like a female organ. Literally becoming a hole for intercourse.

Though somewhat relieved by the explanation that it wasn’t dangerous, the very idea of something living inside her body was excessively repulsive. When she squirmed, uncomfortable with the creature that was wriggling and digging deeper, the Emperor firmly pressed down on her b******s as if telling her to stay still.

“Once it integrates, you won’t even notice it, as if it had been part of your body from the beginning. Since it can’t be removed without magic, don’t try poking around your back-c**t trying to extract it yourself.”

Jaha’s stomach turned at having to remain silent without being able to refute such insulting words.

Why was he doing this? No, more precisely, she thought she knew why, but she was afraid her guess might be correct. Surely not also from behind…

As she stiffened in fear, he spread her legs wide and pressed his member against her entrance. Gripping her waist tightly, he pushed the glans into the small hole, which, despite struggling, swallowed it diligently. The inside still gripped tightly, but a path had formed to match his shape, making penetration less difficult.

A c**k sleeve made to fit him perfectly, exclusively for his use.

Thrusting deeply into the familiar insides with his hips, he felt a fresh sense of satisfaction.

Pink liquid oozed out between the slave’s b******s. It was a signal that the creature had seeped into the intestinal wall and perfectly integrated itself.

He pressed his thinnest finger against the tightly closed rear entrance. With firm pressure, the tip partially sank into the soft hole. As he carefully tried to insert his little finger further while spreading it open, the hole stiffened as if rejecting the intrusion.