Chapter 92
No—if he were honest, he had hoped for it. In his mind, he’d imagined her eyes widening in surprise after the first bite, sampling it again in disbelief, and finally breaking into a radiant, blissful smile.
Was her sense of taste different from others?
There were people with peculiar palates, after all.
“Is the seasoning to your liking? Too salty, too bland, or lacking something? Speak freely.”
“The seasoning is just right. The texture is excellent, and there’s nothing particularly lacking.”
Then why did her expression remain so lifeless?
The Emperor’s frustration simmered, but he was far from foolish enough to let it show.
Smoothly tucking away his emotions, he decided not to rush.
How could one be satisfied after just a single spoonful? He would take his time, leisurely searching for the flavors she liked. If he fed her enough variety, surely something would suit her tastes.
Clearing his mind, he observed Jaha as she ate.
A heaviness settled in his chest as he wondered whether she had ever had a proper meal in her years as a slave. “Indifferent” didn’t even begin to describe it. It wasn’t a difficult thing to consider—so why had he never paid attention before? The oversight almost angered him.
He had never been one to fuss over anyone in detail. Rewarding achievements was familiar, but meticulously tending to every little need? That was entirely foreign.
He swore he hadn’t deliberately neglected or ignored her. His thoughts simply hadn’t stretched that far. But regardless of intent, the result was abandonment.
It might have been late, but now that he’d realized, he could start caring for her properly.
With that, the Emperor let his discomfort fade.
Driven by a desperate longing to see Jaha smile, the Emperor’s heart swelled with what he believed was tender devotion. But for Jaha, trapped even during mealtimes, it only made breathing harder.
The flood of inexplicable gifts—jewels, dresses, accessories—brought no joy, only unease.
Is he trying to suffocate me to death with excess?
She wasn’t immune to material desires, but none of this felt gratifying.
What did it matter how many dresses she owned when she’d barely have time to wear them properly?
Hundreds of pairs of shoes were useless to someone who spent her days trailing after the Emperor.
The jewels, too, were meaningless. People craved wealth for the freedom it promised—but no amount of gems could buy Jaha’s escape from the Emperor. Unless she managed to smuggle them out of the palace (an impossible feat), they were just glittering rocks.
And the accessories… Merely looking at them soured her mood, especially the rings. They made her skin crawl.
Swallowing her discomfort, Jaha forced down tasteless bites under the Emperor’s relentless gaze. He watched, unwilling to miss even the faintest flicker of reaction.
They were already worlds apart.
“Hng, ah… Aah….”
The dizzying stimulation against her most sensitive spot made Jah’s thighs tense up.
The Emperor propped her lower back with a pillow and tormented her s*x with his mouth. As her legs twisted, trying to squirm away, he firmly held them in place.
“Be still. I’m trying to make you feel even better—why won’t you stay put?”
He buried his face between her thighs again. Jaha jerked, her back arching involuntarily as she bit down hard on her lip.
Be still? She was already on the verge of losing her mind—how could she possibly stay still when it felt like this?
Somehow, the slight lift of her hips only intensified the pleasure. Her toes curled, her feet trembled, and sparks flashed behind her eyelids.
The Emperor rolled her c**t between his lips, swallowed the quivering folds along with her piercing, and sucked greedily at the surrounding flesh. Then, like lapping up the last drop of water from a dry well, he devoured her with obscene hunger.
With his overwhelming stamina, he showed no sign of fatigue. His tongue worked relentlessly, licking and sucking until Jaha felt like she might go insane. It went on so long that her entire g***n felt raw.
“Hah—! Ngh…!”
Only when Jaha reached her peak, shuddering violently, did the Emperor finally pull away. He effortlessly lifted her limp body and leaned her against the headboard before unfastening his belt.
“Now it’s your turn to please me. Undo your buttons.”
From their last encounter, Jaha knew exactly what he wanted. She obediently unfastened the middle buttons of her top. The Emperor then pushed his slickened c**k through the gap in her clothes.
His hardened length pressed into the soft valley of her chest. Though her pliant b*****s couldn’t even halfway envelop his size, their warmth seemed to satisfy him.
He moved slowly between them, his hooded gaze fixed on Jaha as he rutted against her cleavage.
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