The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 11
A plain appearance with no trace of makeup, nor particularly striking features. The eyes reddened from crying were somewhat passable, but the rest was a mess.
An object to use once and discard. Yes, that was certainly it, yet for some reason he sought it again, showing how human whims were truly unfathomable.
He wanted to satisfy his urge, and this slave came to mind at that moment. There was no grand reason. Isn’t there sometimes in life when you suddenly want to eat food you don’t particularly like? He understood his decision in exactly that context.
“No wonder it felt like a log.”
Clicking his tongue, the Emperor placed his hand on Jaha’s lower abdomen and briefly chanted a spell. It was his magic that could perfectly reattach even severed limbs. Healing torn flesh was nothing.
There was no sympathy or concern for the slave. It was treatment solely for his own pleasure. Because at this rate, it would just keep tensing up and squeezing unpleasantly.
When the terrible pain felt down below disappeared as if washed away in an instant, Jaha was dumbfounded. She couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality.
“If you don’t want to be torn again, relax.”
The Emperor’s warning struck her mind. Jaha tried her best to relax her entire body. Though she didn’t know what had happened, she didn’t want to experience that pain again.
The thick head spread the entrance as it entered. Jaha imagined herself like when she once got an IV injection. That this was nothing. That it wouldn’t hurt when it entered.
The pressure and weight of the p***s entering, spreading the inside fully as if to unfold every wrinkle, was terrible, but compared to the pain of torn flesh being ravaged, it was bearable.
Jaha realized that not only had the bleeding stopped, but her insides had completely returned to their original state. At the same time, she understood the identity of this mysterious phenomenon.
Magic.
Though she knew such power existed in this world, this was her first time experiencing it firsthand.
She had always doubted. That perhaps magic didn’t actually exist. That it might be a fabricated ability created to solidify the ruling class’s power. After all, magic was a force that contradicted all the physical laws Jaha had learned until now. But pain that had persisted for days disappeared with a single gesture from the Emperor. Not just the pain vanishing like with anesthesia, but the damaged parts themselves had healed completely clean. She could no longer deny the existence of magic.
Jaha felt chills down her spine. It was difficult to explain, but it felt ‘wrong.’ The very existence of such a convenient and powerful force, moreover the fact that this power was permitted only to a tiny privileged class, felt wrong. However, there was no leisure to carefully contemplate why it was wrong. It was overwhelming enough just to endure the Emperor moving mercilessly enough to make her head ring.
This time too, she felt no pleasure. Though it hurt less than the first time when flesh had torn, it was still overwhelming and breathtaking.
Is s*x originally only painful like this?
Is it because it’s a non-consensual relationship?
Or because there was no foreplay?
Although there wasn’t exactly no strange feeling, Jaha tried not to be conscious of it. Anyway, the feeling of rejection was much stronger, so unless she deliberately focused on it, she couldn’t even feel it.
Every time the Emperor thrust his thing inside, the pressure that felt like her internal organs were being crumpled made her retch. Jaha gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She wished this time would pass quickly.
The Emperor, on the brink of climax, used magic to prevent pregnancy as he had done before, then e********d with an unrestrained force. Feeling the liquid spreading inside her, Jaha’s eyelids trembled finely.
It was over.
Finally, liberation.
The Emperor savored a moment of drowsy satisfaction before drawing away. Her flesh clung to him tenderly, reluctant to part.
It was more satisfying intercourse than last time. Whether due to the lubricant, or because the slave accepted it while relaxing her strength, movement was considerably easier. However, there were still insufficient aspects.
Not a major complaint, and it was somewhat acceptable, but slightly below satisfaction. For example, it was like when a sword’s material is fine but the decorations on the handle are bothersome, or when the gem itself is satisfactory but the craftsmanship isn’t to one’s taste.
Being with her wasn’t bad, but the tightness was a problem. Like trying to squeeze into clothes that were too small.
He didn’t want it to be a struggle – he wanted her to fit him naturally, to hold him just right. But for that to happen, she needed time to adjust to him.
Lisa
Omg poor girl ! This is just the beginning!