The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 31
When Jaha stubbornly kept her mouth shut, the Emperor’s mood began to sour. He could have easily ignored the slave’s reaction, but an unnecessary sense of competitiveness flared up.
Let’s see how long you can keep suppressing your sounds.
Not bothering to hide his irritation, he began moving his hips roughly. If she was going to be like this, he’d just have to make it impossible for her to hold back.
Grabbing the backs of Jaha’s knees with both hands, he lifted her hips and thrust in deeply, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back into the hilt. Using the overwhelming length and weight of his strokes, he pressed relentlessly against her sensitive spot, and soon the area between her thighs was drenched. If not for the color, one might have thought she had wet herself from the sheer amount of fluid.
With each thrust, transparent liquid splattered noisily. Her inner walls, now fully loosened, swallowed his large member without any resistance, moving smoothly and effortlessly. Yet, the slave still kept her mouth tightly shut. Even as her entire body trembled, she clung to her resolve with what could only be described as desperate determination.
Why?
Why is she going this far?
He genuinely couldn’t understand the slave before him. Even as their bodies were joined, he couldn’t grasp even a fraction of what was going on in her head. It gave him a strange sense of loss.
A vague emptiness and thirst welled up within him, and he tried to push his presence even deeper into the slave. He even absentmindedly rubbed the lower abdomen where the contraceptive seal was engraved.
For the first time in his life, he found himself curious about what was going on inside a slave’s mind. Yet, he couldn’t stop probing.
Is she… protesting against me?
Because she doesn’t want to submit but can’t resist, so she’s rebelling in her own silent way?
How dare a slave—?
He was appalled, but there was no other explanation. Unable to believe the conclusion he’d drawn, the Emperor slowly closed and opened his eyes. He couldn’t have been more stunned if he’d been struck on the back of the head out of nowhere.
A slave… rejecting me?
When someone as lowly as her should be endlessly grateful that I even chose her?
It was a situation he couldn’t accept.
Weren’t there countless people who would struggle just to touch the tip of his finger?
They considered it the highest honor. Yet, the most insignificant slave in the world was rejecting him. It was a shock as if the heavens had turned upside down.
It felt like the very foundation of his common sense, something he had never doubted, was shaking. The betrayal of having a premise he had never questioned being denied.
So stunned that his anger arrived a step late, but when it did, it flared up like wildfire.
Should I kill her?
Slaves are a dime a dozen. A disobedient slave is useless.
Just as he was thinking this, thrusting into her with increasing roughness—
“Mmm!”
A muffled moan burst from the slave’s lips.
The Emperor raised his gaze. When their eyes met, the slave turned her face away as if avoiding him. Her face was flushed with shame, her ears bright red. At the same time, a thrilling shiver ran through his entire body. A wave of euphoria heated his blood.
Yes, if she’s too obedient, it’s boring. A little resistance makes the act of breaking her all the more satisfying.
After all, submissive slaves were a dime a dozen. This was far more refreshing and intriguing.
Until now, his encounters had been no different from using a doll—or perhaps a desperate b***h trying to please her master. That’s why he had forgotten. Forgotten this thrill, this sense of conquest.
He grabbed the slave’s legs and hoisted them over his shoulders, slamming into her with relentless force. His movements were so violent that one might have mistaken him for a machine. The sound of splashing liquid and the wet slapping of flesh echoed chaotically through the bedroom.
“Hng! Ah, hng! Ahh!”
Jaha couldn’t maintain her composure. It felt as though a floodgate had broken open below, and a torrent of slick fluid gushed out uncontrollably.
This sensation was entirely new to her. Each time the thick, rigid pillar pulled out and thrust back in with overwhelming force, filling her completely, sparks seemed to flash before her eyes. It was as if her mind had become a broken lightbulb.
