Chapter 88
While rapidly thrusting into her core, he turned her face toward his and crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was so violent it felt like being devoured.
Jaha’s head spun.
Had he caught her looking at Cedric? Or was this just a warning?
There had been other male slaves in the direction she’d glanced—maybe that alone had provoked him.
But there was no need to overthink it. No reason to panic.
This was just routine control. A beast marking its territory, growling preemptively to crush any thought of straying.
As Jaha stared blankly at a dark mineral on the desk, lost in thought, the rings piercing her n*****s began to twist.
“Ah—hnn!”
Her body convulsed as she came abruptly, collapsing helplessly against the desk. The Emperor flipped her over and thrust into her without hesitation, the massive desk shuddering with each movement.
“Ah—hah, nn—!”
Jaha let out a drunken moan as the thick pillars of flesh moved in and out of both holes. Though slower than when focused entirely on one side, the fullness of being penetrated in both places wasn’t unpleasant.
“Where should I finish?”
The Emperor, bending forward to completely cover Jaha’s back, whispered against her ear.
“You choose.”
His rigid member plunged into her in one swift motion.
“Nghh!”
“Here feels good?”
His thick glans and bulging veins scraped against her inner walls as he pulled out, only to spear into her other entrance.
“Hah!”
“Or maybe here?”
Jaha’s lower half was already soaked from fluids leaking from both holes. Normally wet to begin with, with her back entrance now dripping as well, it had become an absolute flood.
Her vacant gaze stared straight ahead.
Lately, when s*x reached its peak, she couldn’t maintain her senses. Like an addict, her whole body craved only the familiar pleasure.
“F-Front… the front…!”
“The front? You mean your c**t? Won’t your a*s feel left out?”
When she barely managed to answer, the Emperor stirred his thick shaft inside her, pressing firmly against her sensitive spots as he teased.
Jaha’s mind went blank. Unable to fully close her slightly parted lips, she drooled as she answered again,
“Y-Yes, then from behind…”
“That would leave the front feeling neglected. Let’s be fair and fill both holes equally.”
True to his word, the Emperor thoroughly ensured white fluid overflowed from both of Jaha’s entrances before plugging them and redressing her in the beaded panties. Every movement thereafter made her acutely aware of the liquid sloshing inside her.
The flower crown from the Emperor had become a burden. As an imperial gift, she couldn’t discard it—she had to carry it all day.
Even back in the bedroom (the Emperor’s space, not hers), she couldn’t sleep holding it. After hesitating, she placed it on the nightstand. The Emperor glanced at it but said nothing.
With the yellow crown by the bedside, Jaha fell asleep in the Emperor’s embrace, surrounded by unsettling thoughts that bred nightmares.
In her dream, she found herself genuinely enjoying intercourse with the Emperor—
“At last, you’ve become a creature who can think of nothing but my c**k.”
“Y-Yes… I like it, Your Majesty. Right there—ahhk!”
“Why did you struggle so hard against what was inevitable?”
“I was—hnn—so foolish…”
“Even now, it vexes me. Shall we stop here today?”
“N-No! You mustn’t stop…!”
“Oh? Then acknowledge what you are—a b***h in heat.”
“Yes—hng—I’m just a lowly b***h in heat… who can’t live without Your Majesty’s c**k…”
Jaha jolted awake in terror. Though the Emperor’s bedroom was magically maintained at a constant, comfortable temperature, her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
Dawn was still far off, the world shrouded in a black curtain. Unlike Earth’s neon-lit nights, this place became pitch-dark after midnight. Though there was a bedside lamp, the Emperor usually didn’t sleep with it on.
Alone in the oppressive darkness, replaying the ominous dream, Jaha shivered violently—
“Did you have a nightmare?”
The Emperor’s voice, low and slightly slurred with sleep, startled her twice over—first by its suddenness, second by the realization she’d woken him.
Already pressed uncomfortably close, he now pulled her tighter against him.
Shouldn’t my sweaty body disgust him?
Were their positions reversed, it certainly would have bothered her. But the Emperor, still half-asleep, seemed unfazed. If anything, his question was almost tender:
“Shall I turn on the light?”
“…Yes.”
After a brief hesitation, she agreed. While reluctant to inconvenience him, Jaha—raised in Seoul’s eternal artificial glow—had no resistance to this primordial darkness. Nights back home had never frightened her, but here, after sunset, the abysmal blackness stirred an instinctive dread no human could entirely suppress.
The lamp flickered on.
Without the Emperor moving a muscle, Jaha puzzled over its activation before attributing it to magic—there being no remote.
A faint chill crept up her spine.
Every time the Emperor wielded magic so effortlessly, Jaha was seized by a sense of alienation and impending danger.
That power, which defied all physical laws—what might he do with it?
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