The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 9

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When the Emperor, who had forcibly made a path, began to move in and out in earnest, only tears came out from the pain. Needless to say there was a burning sensation, and due to the p***s that invaded so deeply it made her wonder if it should even come this far in, there was a feeling of pressure as if her internal organs were being compressed, and she even felt nauseous.

When would this hell end?

The only hope was that this nightmare wouldn’t last forever.

What was happening now was merely the Emperor’s whim. Something that would end as a one-time occurrence. Just that today she had particularly bad luck.

Even to this eternal time that seemed endless, an end finally came.

With his large hand pressing on Jaha’s lower abdomen, the Emperor muttered something briefly before burying his organ deep inside and pouring out his seed.

Later, she learned that it was magic to prevent pregnancy. After taking measures to prevent having an heir from a slave’s body, he had e********d.

When the p***s that had been acting as a plug pulled out, white fluid gushed out repeatedly.

The Emperor, who roughly wiped his organ on Jaha’s flat stomach, adjusted his clothes and left without lingering. As if no longer useful now that his business was done, leaving Jaha abandoned, sprawled in disarray on the table, barely breathing.

From beginning to end, there wasn’t even a single word spoken, let alone conversation.

Hearing the door close without hesitation, Jaha realized.

Ah. I was truly used as an object.

My personhood was denied and I was thoroughly used as a tool for that man’s self-gratification.

She heard the sound of a small crack forming in her soul. Her throat tightened from that pain more than from below, which stung as if carved with a heated blade. It was unspeakably miserable. However, she couldn’t remain dazed forever. Playing the role of a tragic heroine with a slave’s life as light as a feather was suicidal.

“Urgh!”

As she painfully took one step to the floor, she couldn’t even breathe from pain that felt like hundreds of blades piercing her g***n. With each step taken, she could feel something flowing down between her legs. Cold sweat poured like rain.

Barely holding onto consciousness that felt like it would float away, she headed toward the library of Langjev Palace. This was because she needed permission from Ranya, the administrator, to return to her quarters to rest.

With legs staggering so badly that it wouldn’t be strange to lose balance at any moment, Jaha arrived at her destination with all her might, and only after making eye contact with Ranya did she allow herself to lose consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, Ranya was sitting by her bedside. As if she had been crying, Ranya’s eyes were bright red.

“Even if one is a slave, how could they do this much…!”

Ranya didn’t hide her anger and disgust toward the Emperor. Perhaps it was similar to the psychology of getting angry at seeing someone abuse an animal. In any case, Jaha confirmed that Ranya at least considered her a ‘living being’. Unlike the Emperor who thoroughly treated her as an object.

Finding at least someone to lean on, Jaha couldn’t hold back the overwhelming sorrow in front of Ranya.

Though Jaha was an adult, she was only twenty years old. Even if it was an age that came with all social responsibilities, at home she had been a spoiled daughter whose parents doted on whatever she did. She wasn’t skilled or strong enough to pretend to be fine in this situation.

When Jaha wept loudly like a child, Ranya couldn’t hide her bewilderment before carefully embracing her.

Ranya said she didn’t need to come to the library for a few days to recover, and handed her an unidentified ointment, telling her to apply it to where it hurt.

As a civilized person who had only used clinically tested medicines until now, it felt unsettling to apply something with unknown ingredients to a sensitive area, but since the bleeding between her legs hadn’t stopped since being violated by the Emperor, Jaha decided to try the ointment with no other choice.

Fortunately, it was effective and the bleeding decreased. After applying it diligently for several more days, though blood still showed through her underwear, it reached a level where it didn’t significantly interfere with daily life.

Given the sensitive location, even minor bleeding was worrisome and concerning, but since she couldn’t rest indefinitely, Jaha decided to return to work tomorrow. After all, none of the work at the library involved physically strenuous labor.

When I go to the library tomorrow, I must thank Ranya properly.

Jaha went to bed with such thoughts.

Ultimately, Jaha’s plans couldn’t be realized. The next day, the head servant came, and Jaha had to go to the Emperor’s bedroom.

Lying flat on the floor, Jaha felt the Emperor’s gaze looking down at her and froze in place.

Though she didn’t want to act cowardly, her body, remembering the pain, reacted on its own. Upon realizing she was in the same space as the Emperor, her whole body trembled as if having chills.

What reason could the Emperor have to seek out a mere slave twice?

Surely not…

No, it couldn’t be.