The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 14
“Lady Ranya, I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. May I return to my quarters?”
Ranya nodded upon seeing Jaha’s flushed complexion. She had already seen the state Jaha was in when she returned after being summoned by the Emperor previously. She had been internally hoping she would return to her quarters to rest as soon as possible.
“Alright. And, um, if you need more medicine, just say so.”
“Thank you. Please don’t worry, I still have some left.”
After paying her respects properly, Jaha fled from the library. Whether it was her imagination or not, the slime’s movements seemed to become more provocative as time passed. As if persistently kneading only the places that felt particularly strange…
The slime was actually doing exactly that. It was due to its habit of favoring pressure.
The slime had learned which areas made the inner walls that wrapped around it squeeze tighter, and was intensively targeting those spots. Even though its attack power was infinitely close to 0, making it weaker than even a finger pressing firmly, the constant gentle stimulation gradually built up s****l sensation until response was inevitable.
Unaware of the situation, Jaha was bewildered when her body suddenly began heating up. A feeling of mild fever spreading from deep inside throughout her entire body.
It didn’t immediately impair movement. It was literally just a mild fever. But somehow, somehow this feeling…
Should this be called arousal? As if gravity suddenly weakened, her feet felt light and each step felt precarious.
Jaha gritted her teeth and moved her feet. The corridor that she had never thought long before seemed endless no matter how far she walked. When she finally reached her quarters in this dazed state, her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
Though more cramped than a boarding house, being in a space where she could truly be alone brought a wave of relief.
Jaha collapsed onto the blanket. Though she needed to wash, she didn’t even have the energy to lift a finger. Even when trying to hold them back, moans mixed with nasal sounds escaped between her lips unbidden.
“Nngh, hah! Ngh.”
The slime filling Jaha’s lower parts completely without any gaps stimulated the strange-feeling spots even faster. Though the pressure was weak, when it precisely touched her sensitive areas, somewhere deep in her abdomen tingled sweetly and her thighs trembled. It felt desperate.
If only it would press just a little, just a little harder. It was like having an itch being merely stroked instead of being satisfyingly scratched.
No, no, I wish it would press down hard.
Stab it like you’re going to crush it.
It’s okay if it hurts. Rather, that would be better. Don’t people dig their nails into mosquito bites when they can’t stand the itching? That’s how Jaha felt.
The slime kept squirming, but it didn’t provide enough stimulation to move to the next stage.
If it crushed harder, it feels like something would come. Then I could be freed from this tantalizing sensation.
“Hng, uh, mm, ah.”
Jaha moaned and writhed on the blanket. The rough surface characteristic of poor quality fabric rubbed against her skin. In this world where textile technology was inferior to Earth’s, soft fabric was rare. Naturally, there wasn’t any surplus for slaves.
Having lived only under smooth blankets, Jaha couldn’t sleep properly at first because it stung. Though somewhat adapted now, it was still bothersome. But now that rough sensation became rather stimulating.
Fortunately, the slave quarters in the imperial palace were one person per room. Otherwise, others would have witnessed this unseemly state.
The unresolved sensation accumulated and pooled somewhere. Jaha thought of herself like a pastry made by layering hundreds of thin dough. Due to the overlapping sensations, the body was now heated beyond self-control.
“Ugh…”
I wish someone would do something about this throbbing.
Anyone would do, please return me to normal.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t unbearable. Though burning with desire, if reason was gathered, it was still endurable. To begin with, the slime’s movement was far from being a severe stimulation that would make her mind fly away. Thanks to that, Jaha had to endure what was happening now with a sound mind. It felt more maddening because it was a wait with no promise of when it would end.
An antlion trap where one can neither escape by oneself, nor know when escape would come.
Jaha’s hand drifted downward, guided by instinct rather than intent. Her fingers traced along the inner thigh until they met fabric – cheap underwear that carried the same coarse texture as the blanket above.
Carefully inserting fingers inside the underwear. Immediately touched something soft. It was the tip of the slime that filled the inner walls and spilled out to the entrance.
After hesitating, pressing it slightly revealed not just softness but an elasticity like it might bounce back. A sensation similar to a bouncy ball.
“Such a thing is inside me…”
