The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 97

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The Emperor studied Jaha’s face closely before his brow furrowed. He had spoken those words, but deep down, he knew she wouldn’t obediently comply. Still, having his expectations confirmed time and again was far from pleasant.

Nothing ever changes.

As always, he would hold her until his patience ran thin, and Jaha would melt under his touch.

By the nature of their master-slave relationship, Jaha had no right to refuse. Yet her stubborn refusal to voice her consent today felt particularly galling.

Laying Jaha back on the couch, the Emperor removed the silver rings piercing her n*****s. They were magical artifacts—responsive only to his will—so she couldn’t remove them herself.

Her stiffened peaks, freed after being clamped for so long, twitched at the touch of cool air, sending a faint shiver down her spine.

When he pinched and rolled the swollen buds between his fingers, Jaha’s upper body arched visibly.

“They’ve darkened since before, but they’re still pink. I’ll suck on them until they’re a more tempting color.”

He summoned two transparent caps and fitted them over her n*****s. Then, with broad hands, he kneaded her b*****s in slow, massaging circles. Her body, already hypersensitive from relentless conditioning, heated up instantly under his touch.

“Ngh… Ah…”

A pained moan escaped as Jaha twisted her hips. Even as pleasure fogged her mind, she wondered about the purpose of the strange devices covering her n*****s. They weren’t ordinary caps—they had to be magical tools. What is he planning now?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, a tightening sensation coiled down her spine, and she felt something trickling from her n*****s.

Jaha looked down. At the tips of her stiffened peaks, opaque liquid had begun to bead.

The Emperor removed the caps from her n*****s and squeezed her b*****s firmly. A sweet-smelling white liquid gushed out between his fingers.

As Jaha stared in disbelief at the surreal sight, the Emperor deliberately licked the fluid from his hand, his gaze locked onto hers.

“Producing milk even before bearing a child.”

His crimson tongue traced a sinful path along her pale skin.

Watching him, Jaha couldn’t help but think of a demon. With his violet eyes and sensual beauty, he was the very image of a devil.

“You’re in heat, tempting me to suckle. How could I ignore that? I’ll drink until both are swollen and taut—so wait patiently.”

The demon’s tongue flicked against her n****e. Jaha shuddered violently.

After lapping up the milk clinging to her skin, he took the peak into his mouth and began sucking greedily, the lewd, wet sounds filling the air.

Jaha threw her head back. She didn’t know if it was the magic tool’s effect, but as the Emperor drank from her, something deep inside clenched, sending electric pleasure coiling through her lower abdomen.

“Hah! Nngh—ahh! Ah!”

She writhed, but the Emperor pinned her down effortlessly, relentless as he continued to suckle.

Jaha felt like she was losing her mind. Her back arched on its own, her hips lifting, her legs trembling and stretching taut as waves of pleasure wracked her body.

Just when she thought she might break, the Emperor pulled away from one n****e—only to latch onto the other.

Gasping and shaking, Jaha clutched the sheets, convulsing under the unrelenting pleasure. It felt less like milk being drawn from her and more like her very soul was being siphoned out.

By the time the Emperor finally released her, she was a limp, panting wreck.

With her still dazed, he crushed her b*****s again, squeezing out more milk before smearing it over her chest. Then, without hesitation, he thrust into her.

Between her voluptuous b*****s, a thick, veiny p***s swayed vigorously. The firm grip of her chest squeezing the shaft caused milk to stream down incessantly. By the time her hands were completely drenched, he commanded Jaha:

“Open your mouth.”

The moment Jaha weakly parted her lips, the thick tip plunged inside. Soon, a gush of c*m erupted from the throbbing flesh, filling her mouth and trickling down her throat.

The Emperor wiped his p***s across Jaha’s face before gazing down at her pitifully reddened n*****s with satisfaction. Their swollen, abused appearance alone was enough to make his member stiffen again.

After sliding the ring back onto her n****e, he pushed his c**k into her soaked c**t.

“While the ring is on, no milk will come out. But once it’s off, it’ll flow just like before. See? Even if you squeeze now, nothing comes out, right?”

“Nngh!”

Jaha let out a sweet cry as her b*****s were crushed with enough force to nearly burst them.

Her trained body registered even rough treatment as pleasure. This should have been nothing but pain, yet the sharp ache carried a strange thrill. Even when her a*s was mercilessly spanked, it only seemed to excite her further.