The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 12
Sure, with enough time she’d adapt to the shape of his manhood but how long would that take?
He might lose interest in this slave at any moment. Having everything within easy reach had made him fickle. He’d likely grow bored of this slave before finishing what he started. But the thought of letting other slave men give this slave preparation didn’t sit right either. He had no interest in sharing what he considered his property, especially with those he saw as beneath him.
The simple fix would be taking time to prepare her properly. But he had no interest in putting in that kind of effort for a slave. He wanted his pleasure quick and easy.
What to do.
After brief contemplation, the Emperor waved his hand. To others’ eyes, it might appear as an empty gesture in the air, but in reality, it was an act of splitting space to draw out an object.
In his empty hand materialized something delicate and see-through. The jelly-like shape quivered and moved with a life of its own.
It was a slime. A type of magical beast with practically no intelligence or attacking power, possessing peculiar characteristics that made it secretly used for such purposes.
The Emperor channeled his magic, directing it to mold the formless slime. With calculated precision, he shaped it into something familiar – an artificial copy of his own manhood, though marginally smaller. The translucent creation quivered before him, still maintaining the restless nature of its original form.
“This should suffice.”
After casting a cleansing spell on the slime, he brought it to the small hole still dripping with seed.
When the cold and soft thing touched her private parts, Jaha froze in surprise, holding her breath.
The Emperor clicked his tongue and struck the thigh with a sharp slap.
“Relax.”
The stinging pain momentarily whitened Jaha’s vision. Meanwhile, the slime wriggled its way into the pink hole. True to its nature as a creature that favors dark and moist places, the slime, without being directed, made its way deep into the intimate parts and settled in.
When something snugly filled her inner walls, Jaha was overwhelmed with extreme fear. She could tell at once that it wasn’t human flesh. Though similar in thickness and length, the texture was completely different, and it lacked the warmth that should naturally be present in human body parts.
Above all, what was most frightening was the fact that this unidentified thing was moving on its own.
“Keep this inside until I call for you again.”
At the Emperor’s demand, Jaha was dumbfounded, then despaired at the realization that this wasn’t the end. There would be more? And until then, she had to keep this thing between her legs? Was this a sane request?
Words of refusal rose to her throat, but Jaha couldn’t speak any words unless the Emperor permitted it. This meant rejection was impossible from the start.
Jaha once again felt keenly that the Emperor regarded her merely as a plaything.
Perhaps it was contradictory to hope for human rights after having her life spared precisely because she wasn’t treated as human. However, Jaha was human. Even if no one else in this world acknowledged it, Jaha defined herself as human.
Her fingertips trembled from the unbearable humiliation. Jaha clenched her fists to hide it. The Emperor would never keep alive a slave who harbored resentment towards him. It must not be discovered.
After arranging her clothes, the Emperor once again left the bedroom, abandoning Jaha.
Without even time to catch her breath, Jaha was urgently chased out by the maids. Saying how dare a slave so irreverently lie on the Emperor’s bed. Despite it being the Emperor who had called for the unwilling Jaha and forcibly made her lie there. It was laughable.
Roughly handled and dragged out to be thrown into the corridor, Jaha struggled to stand on trembling legs. She couldn’t close her thighs because of the foreign object deeply inserted between her legs.
As she staggered out of the corridor with an unsteady step, the gazes pouring from around her felt more predatory than usual.
What made their stares so different today?
Could they have noticed?
No, that’s paranoid thinking. There’s no way they could know while I’m clothed. I’m just a thief doubting my own footsteps. But if by any chance they had realized what situation I’m in right now…
Just the thought made her face burn hot. Her head felt like it would explode from the unbearable shame. Anger surged.
“I’ll kill them.”
Uttering these bitter words to herself, Jaha arduously made her way to the library. Ranya approached with a worried expression and asked.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern.”
