The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 13
Whether due to the difference made by the lubricant, the pain was certainly less than last time as her flesh wasn’t torn or ripped. There was still an inner soreness and a ringing sensation in her pubic bone when moving, along with a feeling of her pelvis being twisted, but it wasn’t unbearable.
The problem was the strange creature wiggling against her inner walls. Though not as violent as when the Emperor mercilessly thrust his hips, it kept constantly squirming inside, making her attention constantly drawn there.
What could it be?
Among the knowledge Jaha possessed, the closest thing to this unsettling object was jelly. More precisely, a texture somewhere between jelly and rubber. But jelly doesn’t move on its own.
If she asked Ranya, she could probably learn its identity, but that would reveal what the Emperor had done to her. Ranya was quick-witted. Rather than having this shameful state exposed to others, she’d rather die by smashing her head against the wall.
Jaha tried to act as normal as possible while cleaning her assigned area. However, even a fingernail-sized suppository would feel foreign, so it was difficult to completely ignore the sensation of something thick and long enough to prevent closing her legs constantly wiggling inside.
Though the movement wasn’t violent, its mere presence was overwhelming.
It filled her completely without any gap while stretching her insides to their limit, and its ominous size even made it feel like her organs were being pushed up. If she placed her hand quietly on her lower abdomen, she could feel its squirming and shape. The excessive volume made her already painful pelvis even more sore.
If this continues, wouldn’t her lower part become unable to close? However, she didn’t dare disobey the Emperor’s order. What if there was some magic that would let the Emperor know if it was touched?
The problem wasn’t whether such measures were actually taken, but that it wasn’t entirely impossible. Jaha didn’t know the exact limits of magical abilities. Therefore, she couldn’t gauge what the Emperor might do with magic. Due to his ignorance, she had no choice but to be unconditionally careful.
After finishing cleaning, Jaha opened the creature encyclopedia. After turning countless pages, finally reaching the magical beasts section, Jaha could identify the creepy thing inside her body.
“Slime.”
A translucent monster in jelly form made of mucilaginous material.
The photo in the encyclopedia looked similar to the hydrogel toys children play with. The thing commonly called liquid monster or jelly monster.
“An amorphous organism that can freely change its shape, a weak magical beast with virtually no attacking power. Moves without rest. Prefers dark and moist places. Has a habit of burrowing into tight spaces due to its fondness for pressure.”
After reading the encyclopedia’s description, Jaha was certain it was a slime. At least it was fortunate that it had no attacking power…
“Ngh.”
The very fact that something was moving inside created a strange feeling. A subtle sensation that couldn’t be clearly defined as pleasant or unpleasant.
The texture itself wasn’t bad. However, its presence due to its size was impossible to get used to. Though its squirming could hardly be called movement compared to the Emperor’s forceful thrusts while gripping her hips, that very fact made her more strangely conscious of it.
During intercourse with the Emperor, pain had overwhelmed everything.
The Emperor had thoroughly satisfied only his own lust using Jaha. He inserted without any foreplay, and thrust his member deep inside without caring whether Jaha’s insides were torn. The terrible pain was so vivid that Jaha couldn’t possibly feel anything else. But now, sensations she couldn’t recognize while being frantically shaken beneath the Emperor were creeping up.
The slime, transformed into the shape of a member and buried in Jaha’s intimate place, was smaller than the Emperor’s, but with its length and thickness well above average, it thoroughly pressed against every part of her inner walls without exception. Due to its overwhelming size, just being inserted was enough to stimulate all sensitive spots. When irregular squirming was added to that, the strange feeling gradually intensified.
“Hah.”
Being startled by her own unexpectedly loud moan, Jaha quickly covered her mouth.
What is this?
It wasn’t exactly pleasant, just strange. Her mind became hazy as if covered in fog and her whole body felt weak, but if asked whether this was pleasure, she could only answer ‘I don’t know.’
It was just, just unfamiliar.
The strange sensation stirring her mind made her restless, though not enough to scream or writhe. It wasn’t entirely painless either, so she couldn’t say it felt purely good.
It was similar to tickling in the way that it was unclear whether it was pleasure or not. When someone tickles you, don’t you feel both a strange delight and also want to run away because it’s hard to endure? That was Jaha’s current state of mind.
Though she deliberately tried to focus on the book to avoid being conscious of it, it was useless. Her breathing became more irregular as time passed. Though not yet noticeable to others, if it got any worse, they might notice. Jaha closed the book and stood up.
