Chapter 98
With each ruthless thrust, sparks flashed endlessly in her mind.
Just as Jaha trembled, taking the thick length that rubbed deep against her womb, the Emperor suddenly stopped. His hand traced the outline of his c**k bulging against her lower abdomen.
“Do you think a c**k could go inside your womb?”
The question came out of nowhere.
Jaha couldn’t grasp his intent, but she vaguely thought it impossible. After all, he had never reached that far before. If even that monstrous thing couldn’t touch it, then surely anatomy made penetration unfeasible.
As her thoughts reached that point, the Emperor spoke again.
“Theoretically, it’s impossible. Your cervix and inner passage aren’t aligned. Unless a c**k could bend, insertion wouldn’t work. Besides, the entrance is too firm—breaking through with a d**k is unthinkable.”
The explanation was kind and detailed. But why was he suddenly stopping his probing and saying such things?
The moment she wondered, Jaha felt the e***t shaft, tightly spreading her insides, bend at an impossible angle. It folded with a flexibility unlike any corporal flesh—more like a tentacle—slowly pushing into a place that had never been invaded before.
Jaha panicked. More than questioning how this was possible, she wanted to escape this absurd situation immediately. Reflexively, she tried to pull her hips back, but a large hand gripped her pelvis firmly.
“You’ve left the entrance to your womb loose as well.”
The Emperor whispered as he pushed his p***s into a place it should never reach.
“Jaha, today, I’ll specially defile even your womb.”
She jerked violently as the shaft plunged deeper. Instinctively, she knew—his c**k had passed the entrance and entered her womb. It didn’t feel real.
Is this even possible?
Should this even be allowed?
The intruding tip finally reached some dead end. A mix of dread, guilt, and perverse pleasure made Jaha shudder.
“How does it feel, taking my c**k into your womb?”
The Emperor stroked her disheveled hair tenderly as he asked.
“Ah—ah.”
Jaha could only tremble, unable to answer.
It was strange.
An indescribably bizarre sensation.
The penetration this deep was unbearably grotesque. And yet, within that grotesqueness lay a twisted, deviant pleasure—the forbidden ecstasy of crossing a line that should never be crossed.
As if giving her time to adjust, the Emperor remained still for a while before beginning shallow thrusts.
The thick shaft, which had been slowly sliding out of her womb before pushing back in, began to pound faster and harder with each thrust.
Jaha’s vision blurred as her limbs trembled uncontrollably.
As waves of abnormal pleasure crashed over her, she realized—truly realized—that she was broken. That she could never return to how she was before.
Like a broken lock, tears spilled ceaselessly. Animalistic whimpers spilled from her lips.
Each time the pillar-like c**k pulled back almost completely before slamming deep into her womb, it felt as if electricity surged through her body, overwhelming her with tingling ecstasy.
“Hhng— Ah! Nn, ah—!”
“It seems Jaha enjoys having her womb defiled.”
Though her response was nothing but incoherent sounds, the Emperor already knew the answer. The obscenely wet squelches with every thrust, the excessive slickness dripping between them—it all told him just how much she was reveling in this.
Her reactions alone were enough to drive him mad.
His vision darkened at the edges from sheer, unchecked arousal.
Violating her womb didn’t bring him any particular physical pleasure. But the triumph of invading her most intimate depths, the satisfaction of being connected to her more deeply than ever—it all ignited a scorching euphoria in his mind.
It was a sense of omnipotence, far beyond mere physical gratification.
Clenching his teeth, he fought to restrain his raging instincts. If he gave in, he’d lose control completely—pounding into her with mindless abandon. But he couldn’t. He’d risk hurting her womb.
In the past, his philosophy had been to act first and fix any consequences with magic later. But now, things were different. He didn’t want to harm Jaha—not even if magic could seamlessly undo the damage.
Suppressing his violent urges, he fixated on the way her lower abdomen swelled obscenely with each thrust. No—more precisely, on the pregnancy-prevention seal etched into her skin.
If this magic is undone, Jaha will undoubtedly become pregnant.
Because I’ll pour my seed directly into her womb.
Enough to fill that tiny womb to the brim—so much that it overflows.
This child—his child.
Surprisingly, she felt no disgust. Though she had never once in her life imagined bearing an heir from a slave’s womb.
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