The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 32
Since the Emperor didn’t touch her anywhere else, all her sensations were concentrated in that one place, undiluted and overwhelming.
“Hah! Ngh! Uh, hng!”
The thick member pushing relentlessly into her tight passage felt unbearably good. The long length that reached deep inside, scraping against her most sensitive spots, the raised veins along the hard s***t that mercilessly rubbed against her inner walls, and the relentless pace of his hips—it was all too much. It was so good she felt like she might go insane.
She couldn’t resist.
How could anyone possibly defy this kind of pleasure?
“Ahh! Ah, hng! Hah! Ah!”
Now, the sounds escaping Jaha’s lips were no longer mere moans. They were something between a scream and a sob, a sound that existed in the liminal space between pleasure and pain.
The Emperor, too, was experiencing a pleasure unlike anything he had felt before.
Lady Berun’s training had transformed Jaha’s once-ignorant body into something entirely different. Her inner walls, which had once resisted foreign intrusion, now welcomed it naturally, clinging and tightening as if to hold onto whatever entered. The flow of her arousal had become faster, the amount greater. Her body, trained against her will, now functioned this way.
The Emperor was the beneficiary of this transformation. After all, that had been the purpose of the training.
Thoroughly aroused, the Emperor thrust into her with such force that the bed shook violently. The intervals between her moans grew shorter and shorter until, with a cry that sounded as though her breath might give out, the slave’s body convulsed.
He could tell from the state of her inner walls, transmitted through the buried s***t, that she had reached her peak. But he wasn’t done yet. Grabbing her limp, doll-like body, he continued to move his hips, chasing his own pleasure.
Jaha felt as though the thin blood vessels in her brain were being seared by electricity. She hadn’t even recovered from the aftershocks of her climax, yet the relentless stimulation continued. It was too much to bear. Her mind felt overloaded, her circuits fried. She thought that if this went on, something in her head might break.
What frightened her was that, despite it all, she felt like it might be okay.
It felt as though she could keep ascending endlessly, only to plummet in an instant and lose everything, and even that would be fine. Was this how Icarus felt as he soared toward the sun? The pleasure was so violent, so destructive, it bordered on ruinous.
It felt good, but she hated it. It was ecstatic, yet terrifying.
Tears and saliva streaming down her face, Jaha spoke without realizing it.
“Ah, no… ah! No, no! Ah, ah, ahh!”
The swollen member, having reached its limit, finally released its seed with a powerful surge. The sensation of the liquid shooting deep inside, striking her innermost walls, made Jaha’s eyelids flutter.
It was over.
Finally, she was free.
Strangely, the overwhelming feeling was relief, more than anything else. Perhaps it was because, having reached her peak and come back down, a sliver of rationality had returned.
As Jaha lay there, panting as though she had just sprinted with all her might, the member buried inside her began to slowly pull out. Her overly sensitive body trembled, registering even this as stimulation.
Given its length, the p***s didn’t slide out quickly. The lewd, squelching sound of fluid and flesh rubbing against each other grated on Jaha’s ears.
As the flesh that had forcibly stretched her open disappeared, a hollow, empty feeling washed over her, impossible to describe. Realizing this, Jaha bit down on the inside of her cheek. How could she feel empty when she had never wanted this in the first place? It was an unpleasant contradiction.
The cold air entering the gaping hole made her lower body shiver. The sensation of the s***n pooled inside her gushing out, as if it had been waiting for the plug to be removed, was unbearably embarrassing. Still, she felt relieved that it was finally over.
He won’t do more, right? Except for that one time, it’s always ended after one round.
