The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 10
Jaha knew her place well. She wasn’t a beauty striking enough to make passersby turn their heads in surprise, nor did she have an exceptional figure. While she didn’t have unsightly fat, she was far from what one would call a perfect body, not being glamorous either.
If you asked about possessing remarkable bedroom skills that would entrance a man, that wasn’t the case either. Being forcibly taken by the Emperor was her first experience, and not knowing what to do, she had just laid there like a log the whole time. She didn’t flatter or act cute while sweetly currying favor either.
Objectively speaking, Jaha was a choice with no benefit for the Emperor to specifically choose twice over other women. Once might have been out of curiosity or whim.
Yes, there was no need to be needlessly scared and anxious. He must have called for some other business. It was just then, as Jaha was consoling herself this way.
“Lie on the bed.”
At the Emperor’s command, Jaha’s heart sank. This situation made absolutely no sense to her.
Why?
Why again?
There were prettier, more sensual, more skilled, and silver-tongued women all over the imperial palace. There must be quite a few women desperately hoping to catch the Emperor’s eye. But why me, why subject only me to such an unreasonable thing twice…
With her jumbled thoughts pushed aside, Jaha climbed onto the bed, trembling like an aspen tree. Below was still not fully healed. What would happen if she were subjected to the same act again? She disliked the pain, but she was afraid of the possibility that it might become completely irreversible.
After removing the underwear, the Emperor poured an unidentifiable liquid on Jaha’s lower body.
At the cold temperature touching bare skin, Jaha shuddered. Just like before, without any foreplay, the thick pillar immediately forced its way inside.
The generously poured liquid seemed to act as lubricant, making penetration easier than last time. Still, it was close to forcefully stuffing it in. Her breath caught at the size that stretched her insides to its limit. The interior that had barely begun healing felt like it was being torn open again.
Jaha convulsed from the pain of flesh tearing. However, the Emperor continued pushing in his monstrously sized organ without even blinking. The hard flesh forcing its way in stubbornly made her insides feel not just burning, but as if her whole body was being slashed.
I want to escape. It felt like she could sell even a piece of her soul if she could get away from this horrific situation.
She could feel the hot flesh pillar filling her up to below her navel. She thought she understood what it meant for eyes to roll back from pain. Jaha shed tears while letting out a silent scream.
The Emperor’s eyes twisted in displeasure at the body that had become stiff as a log.
The inside was already too narrow to hold his member. Moreover, he didn’t know how to take it pleasurably. Though the inner flesh that clung tightly without gaps and squeezed gently wasn’t bad, everything has its limits. The biting down as if to cut it off was unpleasant.
Even completely relaxed it would barely be manageable, but making the lubricant pointless by tensing up more than last time, frankly speaking, it felt like labor rather than lovemaking. It was meant to feel good, but the hassle outweighed the satisfaction. Even irritation was rising.
Why did I seek this again?
It wasn’t particularly good last time either?
Should I just end this here and kill her?
At the Emperor’s ears, who was mechanically repeating his thrusts, came a small crying sound. A faint sound so weak it was unclear how it reached his ears, as if it would fade away at any moment.
The Emperor moved his gaze to the source of the sound. The slave was quietly sobbing, covered in tears. The face covered in bodily fluids was, to his eyes that had only seen women adorned to look their most beautiful, in a state difficult to call passable even as a polite lie.
“An eyesore.”
The Emperor, who muttered to himself, continued his thrusting. A slave could not make any sound until permitted by their master. Crying sounds were no exception.
The Emperor, thinking this was an unskilled one without basic training, was increasing his pace when he suddenly discovered something and paused. Blood on the sheets.
The Emperor stopped his insertion and pulled out his organ to examine it. Though not a large amount, blood could be clearly seen with the naked eye. The source was the slave’s private parts.
Could she have contracted some filthy disease?
At this suddenly occurring possibility, the Emperor’s eyes flashed, but then he remembered how he had mercilessly ravaged this slave’s insides not long ago.
Did it end up like this because of injuries from then?
Come to think of it, he didn’t remember sending a doctor or priest. While he would certainly repair something meant to be used multiple times, there was no need to fix something meant to be used once and discarded.
The Emperor looked down at Jaha again quietly. Longer and more carefully than before.
