The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 34
There was no room for shame or self-loathing over the fact that she was kneeling between a man’s legs, sucking his member. It was just too miserable.
The Emperor watched her silently from above.
He was now completely certain.
This slave had no submission in her at all. The only reason she spread her legs and sucked his member so obediently was because he held the power of life and death over her. Unlike the other slaves, who revered him as an untouchable, special being, she was only obeying to preserve her own life.
How can a slave be this insolent?
How?
What kind of mind does she have to be like this?
Even the most arrogant nobles were acutely aware that they stood beneath the Emperor. It was an unquestionable truth, a fundamental premise. Yet, the slave before him seemed unwilling to acknowledge that she was beneath his feet.
The way she had turned her head away in that moment of panic—he had noticed it. That had been her true feelings, slipping out unintentionally.
Even a noble who had lost their mind wouldn’t dare act like that in front of him. Their bones were etched with submission.
The only person who had ever shown such behavior toward him was the late Emperor. That was because the late Emperor had seen him as an equal, or even beneath him. By that logic, this slave, too, must see him as an equal or inferior in her heart.
It was absurd. A mere slave placing herself on the same level as the Emperor of the Empire? What kind of arrogant self-awareness was that?
In truth, Jaha didn’t think of the Emperor as being above her. At their core, he was just a human like her. He simply held more power. He might be her employer or the ruler of the country she lived in, but he wasn’t inherently superior to her.
To Jaha, who had lived in a world where the idea of equality among all people was taken for granted, this was a perfectly natural way of thinking. But to the Emperor, it was an unacceptable line of thought.
Perhaps because it was so shocking, he felt more intrigued than angry.
Even the future Empress wouldn’t dare entertain such presumptuous thoughts, yet here was a slave, kneeling between his legs, sucking his member?
He observed the slave quietly. Given the angle, most of what he could see was the top of her head, but every now and then, as she moved back and forth, her face came into view. What caught his attention were her slightly long eyelashes. Delicate and fluttering, with moisture clinging to them, he found himself unable to look away.
Her technique was far from praiseworthy, even by the most generous standards. She deserved some credit for trying to take him as deep as possible, but that was about it. She didn’t know how to use her tongue, and the back-and-forth motion was far from satisfying.
The warm, wet inside of her mouth and the trembling throat that tightened around the glans weren’t bad, but at this rate, when would he ever finish?
Clicking his tongue, he grabbed Jaha by the hair and began moving her head back and forth himself.
The forceful thrusts into her throat made Jaha’s breath catch. A dull pain followed, but there was no time to dwell on it as her head was shaken so violently that dizziness overwhelmed her.
It was worse than the nausea from riding a spinning cup ride. She wanted to vomit right then and there, but the fear of defiling the Emperor’s member kept her from doing so.
The Emperor quickly noticed Jaha’s condition. With their bodies connected like this, it was impossible not to feel it.
She’s this weak already, and I haven’t even shaken her that hard.
He released the back of her head and sat up. Jaha, still holding his member in her mouth, naturally lifted her head as well. Grabbing her head with both hands, he commanded,
“Stay like this. Don’t let your posture break.”
Jaha blinked, confused, but in that moment, he pulled his hips back and thrust forward forcefully. The heavy s***t plunged deep inside her in one go. The sensation of being penetrated deeper than ever before made Jaha’s body tremble. The member pulled out until only the glans remained, then slammed back in, crushing her insides. The feeling of her uvula being pressed down and violated in a place that should never be touched filled her with fear.
The Emperor paid no mind and continued to thrust his member deep into her throat, using his weight to drive it in.
