The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 33
Jaha closed her eyes and waited for the Emperor to leave.
The Emperor, having caught his breath, wiped his p***s clean on Jaha’s stomach. He could have used magic to clean it instantly, but for some reason, this felt more satisfying. As he spread the fluid over the contraceptive seal, a new idea suddenly came to him.
Jaha, utterly exhausted, was startled by the shadow that suddenly fell over her face and opened her eyes. Then, she was horrified by the massive p***s looming right in front of her.
The glistening, fluid-covered flesh looked even longer than her own face. The bulging veins made it appear grotesque, and its thickness was so overwhelming that words like “club” or “bat” came to mind. And yet, disgustingly, its color was a soft cherry blossom pink.
In that moment, what flashed through Jaha’s mind was the cylindrical can of potato chips she used to eat in her original world—the one with the bearded character printed on it. The long, cylindrical shape was exactly what came to mind, though perhaps it seemed even more exaggerated because it was right in front of her eyes.
This… was inside me just now?
How is that even possible?
Even though Jaha had no prior experience with men, she could tell that what was in front of her was anything but ordinary. The thought that something like this had been inside her sent a chill down her spine, goosebumps rising along her back. Of course, since her body was designed to bear children, it wasn’t impossible, but it seemed like a size that shouldn’t be forced in for the sake of her well-being.
“You said you learned how to use your mouth, didn’t you?”
The Emperor brought his member closer to Jaha’s face as he issued the command.
“Show me.”
The distance closed until it was almost touching the tip of her nose, and a peculiar scent wafted over her. It wasn’t foul, but it was a smell that clouded her mind and disrupted her senses.
A surge of revulsion welled up inside Jaha, and without thinking, she turned her head away. Realizing what she had done, a cold sweat broke out on her back.
Jaha tried to act composed as she slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. She pretended she had moved to adjust her posture, not to deliberately avoid him, hoping her earlier action wouldn’t come across as too disrespectful.
What she had just done was far too brazen. If she wasn’t careful, she might lose her head over this.
The Emperor narrowed his eyes and stared down at Jaha for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs without a word.
So this is what it feels like to narrowly escape death, Jaha thought to herself, inwardly sighing in relief. She moved between his legs and carefully took the tip into her mouth. As she stimulated the thick, soft glans with her tongue and began to slowly swallow the s***t, her jaw ached as if it might dislocate. It was just too thick.
Lady Berun had trained her with models of various sizes, but the Emperor’s member was longer and thicker than even the largest of those. The glans was already touching the back of her throat, and there was still so much left.
Determined to do her best, Jaha forced herself to take more of the heavy s***t, the thick tip pressing down on her uvula. A physiological gag reflex surged, but thanks to her training, she managed to suppress it. Even so, a significant portion remained unswallowed.
This was her limit. Taking in any more was impossible. No matter how much the esophagus could stretch, swallowing something of this thickness and length was beyond reason.
Jaha glanced up cautiously, focusing all her attention on moving her head back and forth without letting her teeth graze the flesh filling her mouth. She wasn’t worried about causing him pain—she just wanted to leave this room with her body intact. If she so much as scratched the Emperor’s member, she couldn’t even imagine the punishment that would follow.
According to her training, she was supposed to use her tongue as well, but the weight of the s***t pinned it down, leaving her unable to move it. All she could do was slowly move back and forth. Each time the p***s slid back in and pressed against her uvula, her stomach convulsed, and she felt like retching. Her throat hurt, and it was hard to breathe.
