The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 30
“To make it easier for Your Majesty to… finish… I was also taught how to serve with my hands or mouth.”
Jaha’s voice grew smaller and smaller, her ears turning bright red as she forced herself to answer.
The Emperor’s jaw tightened. Images flooded his mind—the slave clenching and releasing her lower body with the beads inside, struggling to take in the replica, dripping wet as she prodded herself, biting down on the phallic model. His excitement grew.
If it were up to him, he would have thrust into her with all his strength, regardless of whether her body could handle it. Even if her spine gave out, he could just restore it with magic. But by nature, he wasn’t the type to treat objects or slaves so roughly. If he acted on every impulse to break something just because he could, what would remain around him?
If Jaha, who had bled for days after her insides were torn the first time, had heard this, she would have been appalled. But to the Emperor, it was simply the truth.
To him, Jaha was a tool to satisfy his desires, nothing more. He used her as intended, no more, no less. Just as one doesn’t sit gently on a sofa for fear of hurting it, he didn’t mistreat her. He hadn’t bent a teaspoon while stirring his tea, after all. Unless, of course, he slammed it on the table or stepped on it.
In that context, the Emperor didn’t consider himself to have treated Jaha harshly at all. In fact, when she had fainted before, he could have slapped her awake, but he hadn’t. If anything, he had shown her mercy.
This time, he pondered what to do before deciding to exercise some restraint. He wasn’t particularly keen on inflicting unnecessary pain. After all, if she felt even a little bit of pleasure, her body would respond better, wouldn’t it?
Compared to the first and second times, which had felt like he was dealing with a block of wood, the third time, when there had been some responsiveness, had given him far greater satisfaction. He had no intention of being affectionate, but there was no reason to deliberately make things harder for her either.
Calming his excitement, he slowly rubbed the sensitive spot inside her. As the head of his member pressed against it and passed over, the raised veins stimulated her, and the inner walls twitched in response. The pleasant pressure transmitted through his own member.
Gradually increasing the speed and force, he continued to press against that spot. He could feel a different kind of wetness building inside her, distinct from the lubricant. The soft inner flesh clung tightly, writhing and pulsating as if begging for more.
By the time the joined area was thoroughly soaked and slick, a low, muffled moan reached his ears. When he looked up, he saw the slave biting her lip, suppressing her cries.
The Emperor frowned.
Why was she holding back? Was she afraid of upsetting him by making noise?
It was true that slaves weren’t allowed to make noise without their master’s permission. However, he wasn’t so inflexible as to punish her for moaning during intimacy. In fact, hadn’t he let it slide the last time she had moaned?
He couldn’t tell if she was being cautious or just oblivious, but either way, she seemed far from being tactful. Clicking his tongue, he spoke as if doing her a favor.
“You don’t have to hold back your sounds.”
He had thought that once he told her, she would naturally stop biting her lip. But the slave didn’t move an inch, staying exactly as she was. The Emperor raised an eyebrow.
Had she not heard him? Was she too out of it?
It was possible she was too overwhelmed during the act to pay attention.
He decided to patiently tell her one more time.
“I said you don’t have to hold back your sounds.”
So what do you want me to do about it, you bastard?
Jaha swallowed the curse in her heart. If she didn’t have to hold back, it meant she could hold back if she wanted to. And since it wasn’t an order, Jaha had no intention of making any noise. It wasn’t like moaning would make things any better, and she simply didn’t want to.
