Chapter 86
Trapped by the Emperor’s refusal to let her deflect, Jaha clenched her eyes shut. Her hips twitched, betraying her, and denying it now would only make her look pathetic. Swallowing her pride like bitter sand, she forced out the answer.
“It… was good.”
“Good girl. Then shall I lick you here this time?”
The emperor flipped Yoo Jaha onto her stomach and pressed his hand against the center of her rose. Jaha flinched and squirmed.
“Your Majesty, not there…!”
“Didn’t I say this place has completely become a p***y now?”
Jaha knew that whatever the emperor had placed inside her kept it impeccably clean. But it was a matter of feeling.
Even if it no longer performed its original function, wasn’t that place inherently unclean? Just as one knows toes are cleaner than fingers, yet would put fingers in their mouth but not toes—such was human nature.
Jaha’s revulsion was perfectly reasonable. But to the emperor, who knew the absolute power of magic, she was just being unnecessarily fussy.
“After stuffing your c**t with my c**k and teaching you over and over, you still haven’t accepted it, have you? Forget its original purpose. Now, this place exists solely to take c**k.”
Gripping her plump b******s and spreading them, the emperor licked the heart of her rose.
He devoted himself to it until the tightly furled petals, once closed like a chrysanthemum, melted open, the hole gaping faintly. Gradually, a strange sensation overtook Jaha, her toes curling.
She should have been shuddering in disgust. She should have felt repulsed. But something beyond rejection rose inside her.
Why are you making me feel this?
I just want to be normal…
His tongue invaded deeper. Jaha’s vision blurred. By now, a thick finger was already sliding in and out of her slit.
As Jaha trembled on the mound, lost in the height of pleasure, the emperor stopped licking her a**s and slapped her b*****k with a sharp crack. The pink rose flushed a deep red, engulfed in heat.
“You like it this much? Then I’ll have to lick you more often.”
The emperor rubbed the tip of his swollen p***s against the hollow of Jaha’s spine and came.
Feeling the thick, sticky fluid coating her back, Jaha clenched the sheets in her hands. Disgust at herself—and hatred for the emperor who had reduced her to this—crushed her. The dreamlike kiss that had once tickled her heart now felt distant.
That kiss had been infinitely better than… this.
Better than this base pleasure—those lips that had barely pressed against hers, trembling as if unsure what to do with something so precious.
Cedric. Cedric.
Jaha rolled the name in her mouth over and over. Even if it hadn’t been the real Cedric, even if it had only been a dream, she didn’t think she could forget it. The memory of those overlapping lips felt so vivid, as if it had truly happened.
Three days later, Jaha encountered Cedric again. While trailing behind the Emperor, who was strolling through the rear garden like last time, she spotted a platinum-blond man among the slaves prostrated on the ground.
Jaha’s heart lurched. The memory of Cedric’s tender kiss from her dream resurfaced. The lingering warmth of being cherished still remained, making her chest flutter.
Until now, Jaha had sworn she had never been conscious of Cedric in that way.
Though Cedric was quite handsome, her fondness for him had always been purely human. If she fell for every good-looking man, she would’ve loved the Emperor a hundred times over.
Cedric wasn’t a romantic interest—he was more like an anchor.
The only one who affirmed Yoo Jaha as a person with emotions, not an object.
That was what Cedric meant to her. But now, unfamiliar emotions were budding inside her, leaving her flustered and uneasy.
It was just a dream. Don’t confuse it with reality.
As Jaha pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her restless heart, the Emperor—who had been standing motionless, staring intently at an unnamed flower—turned to look at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
Lowering her hand, Jaha answered calmly. The Emperor gave her a brief glance before returning his gaze to the flower.
“It’s been a while. I wonder if I can still do this properly.”
He muttered something unintelligible and plucked a yellow flower.
Jaha tensed for a moment, wondering what this man was up to, but then relaxed her shoulders, thinking that no matter how he acted, he wouldn’t kill or harm someone with a flower.
With surprisingly delicate movements that didn’t match his rough, bony fingers, the Emperor carefully wove the yellow flowers into a circlet.
After spending a considerable amount of time crafting it into a perfect, unblemished circle, he let out a soft, self-satisfied Hmm. before holding it out to Jaha.
“Try it on. Let’s see how it looks.”
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