The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 18
The slave’s body shuddered again. At the same time, the Emperor felt a sensation as if his insides were heating up.
It wasn’t desire. He wasn’t so foolish as to be aroused by mere visual stimulation. He had seen far more explicit and vulgar scenes countless times before. His threshold was too high to react to something as trivial as the slime squirming around. To him, a woman’s body was nothing more than a hole to be used.
What had stimulated him was the slave’s genuine sense of shame in response to his words.
How laughable. A slave, feeling shame?
No one feels ashamed to strip naked in front of an animal. Similarly, no animal feels ashamed to mate in front of a human. Shame is an emotion that only arises in the presence of beings of similar status.
Until now, the slaves had never shown embarrassment no matter what he made them do. They might display fear, pain, or other emotions, but none had ever dared to feel shame. Yet, for some reason, this one was embarrassed. A lowly slave, of all things, feeling shame in front of the Emperor of the Empire.
What the Emperor didn’t know was that Jaha wasn’t from this world. Unlike the slaves of this world, who had the concept of social hierarchy ingrained in their bones, Jaha had been born and raised in a world that taught the equality of all humans. Even though she wore the same shell of a slave, her core was entirely different.
Jaha’s disguise for survival wasn’t perfect, but it was convincing enough to fool others. The fact that no one had discovered her secret until now was proof of that. However, the Emperor, though he didn’t fully grasp the circumstances, instinctively sensed that Jaha’s outward obedience didn’t match her inner thoughts. His beast-like intuition told him that this one was different from the other slaves.
Sensing this strangeness, he pondered for a moment.
Should he leave her as she was, or should he crush her completely?
It was indeed irritating that she didn’t know her place. But at the same time… it seemed a little entertaining.
He had been bored lately. The nobles and slaves alike were all too obedient. They didn’t even dare to raise their heads, let alone challenge him, groveling and trembling in his presence.
After some internal conflict, he decided to determine the slave’s fate later. Overthinking before the main event would only kill the mood. After all, she wasn’t some formidable political rival—just a lowly slave. He could always deal with her later if she became too bothersome.
More importantly, despite his outwardly calm demeanor, the Emperor’s body was burning with desire.
He was the type to suppress his urges as much as possible, only indulging when it became unbearable. The fact that he had summoned a woman meant he had reached a point where he could no longer hold back.
Today was no exception. From the moment he woke up, his arousal had been painfully intense. Throughout the day, even the slightest stimulation had caused him to stiffen repeatedly, and now he was swollen to the point of bursting.
The Emperor twisted the slime left and right, pulling it out as it tightly filled the opening.
As the slime rotated, rubbing against her inner walls, Jaha clenched her teeth. Her hips trembled, and a strange moan threatened to escape her throat. After days of teasing movements, the sudden, intense stimulation was too much for her sensitized body.
As she pressed down on her hips, which threatened to arch upward, the slime finally came out completely. The massive, phallic-shaped mass was thoroughly soaked.
The Emperor touched the thread-like strand of fluid with his finger, breaking it, and then turned his gaze to her lower half. The opening, having accommodated something quite thick, didn’t close immediately, revealing its slick, swollen interior. The overstimulated, reddened flesh looked as soft and ripe as overripe fruit.
“It seems it’s become somewhat usable.”
Before Jaha could even react to the humiliating remark, the Emperor thrust himself inside her. Having deliberately stretched her opening earlier, he intended to savor the moment before it tightened again.
Thanks to having carried the slime molded after him for several days, her walls now accommodated his massive member more easily than before. Yet, they still clung to him eagerly, as if welcoming him, squeezing and milking him without fail.
The pleasant pressure drew a languid sigh from the Emperor’s lips. The warm, wet flesh enveloped him softly, providing just the right amount of tightness.
Pleasure slowly rose from their joined area to his brain. Satisfied, the Emperor clenched his jaw. If he let his guard down, he might finish right then and there. It would be a waste to end it so soon. He wanted to fully enjoy this elastic, gripping warmth wrapped around his member.
