The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 78

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She had been dreaming. But she had no obligation to tell him that, so Jaha stayed silent.

The Emperor didn’t ask twice. Instead, he laced his fingers through hers, pinning her hand down as he thrust even harder.

Jaha’s legs trembled uncontrollably. Soon, he reached his peak as well. With a wet sound, he pulled out, then pressed the tip against her other entrance.

“Even roses need fresh morning milk.”

He pushed in, splitting the pink rose open. The bed shook violently as another moan tore from Jaha’s throat.

After filling her to the brim, the Emperor—still drunk on pleasure—grabbed her head and crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was as filthy as the act itself. When he finally pulled away, he murmured,

“Once we return to the bedroom, I’ll clamp rings around both your n*****s. And below—I’ll pierce you there, too.”

Jaha wished the Emperor’s work would never end. Or better yet, she imagined him getting assassinated before returning to the bedroom, or falling victim to a rebellion and being murdered. But such dreamlike scenarios never came to pass.

On the way back to the bedroom with the Emperor, Jaha recalled the dream she’d had the previous night.

It must have been from her middle school days. At the time, psychological tests were all the rage in her class, and among the girls, the topics that drew the most interest were inevitably about lovers or future spouses.

A test to determine your ideal romantic partner—and the type you should absolutely avoid.

Jaha had taken it too, of course. Not because she believed in it, but just for fun. Everyone was doing it, so she went along. Maybe that was why she couldn’t remember a single thing about the “ideal partner” result.

But she did remember the one she was supposedly never to meet.

Because in last night’s dream, her friend had been the one to recite that part to her.

“Jaha… um, it says you should never meet someone like a dictator.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’ll read it as written. ‘You are the very embodiment of independence—a self-driven person who has no interest in leading others and refuses to tolerate interference. If given the choice, you would rather break than bend like a pitiful reed. The type you must avoid at all costs is the <Dictator Type>. A ruler who believes the universe revolves around them is an absolute NO, NO! If you encounter this type, only one of two things will happen to you.’ Wow, damn… Jaha, you really can’t ever meet this kind of person.”

“Why? What does it say?”

“If you ever meet someone like this, only one of two things will happen to you. Either you’ll be completely broken, or he’ll be utterly crushed, groveling at your feet. But chances are—it’ll be you who breaks. After all, he’s a tyrant.”

The result was somewhat unsettling, but back then, Jaha had brushed it off without much thought.

What credibility did a psychological test have, anyway? And how many truly dictator-like men could there possibly be in the 21st century? But to think she’d end up crossing dimensions and entangled with one—what a cruel twist of fate.

“Come here.”

Jaha stared blankly at the Emperor, seated on the edge of the bed.

The one you should never meet.

If you do, only one of two things will happen—you’ll break, or they’ll kneel at your feet.

But she couldn’t even imagine that man ever bowing, let alone groveling before her.

No… I’ll be the one to break. That’s how it’ll end.

I have to return to Earth before that happens.

“I’ll put these rings on you. Sit here and offer me your b*****s.”

O unknown force that brought me to this world—please, send me back to Earth before then.

Silently praying, Jaha settled between the Emperor’s thighs. Leaning back against him, she cupped her own b*****s—visibly fuller now—and presented them. A cold metal touch met her n****e, and she shuddered at the creeping chill.

“…Ngh.”

“Ah, don’t worry—you’ll grow to like this chill soon enough.”

The Emperor slid the first ring onto her right n****e. As it settled, it contracted slightly, tightening around the sensitive bud. The left soon followed.

“They suit you well. These rings are enchanted—they’ll always adjust to fit you perfectly. If your n*****s swell, the rings will expand with them.”

His hands idly twisted the rings, the cold metal grazing the sides of her n*****s. A shiver raced down her spine, her hips jerking involuntarily.

“Ah—! Ngh…!”

“Seeing how soaked your thighs are, I take it you like my gift. I knew you’d enjoy it, but I didn’t expect you’d drip enough to drench both holes.”

His large hand dragged from her c**t to her asshole in one slow stroke, and he chuckled darkly.