The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 35
The warm, soft inside of her mouth and throat provided a different kind of stimulation for him. It wasn’t as intensely pleasurable as her lower half, but it was enough to enjoy without losing his rationality.
Reaching his climax without overexerting himself, he thrust his member as deep as possible and released inside her.
The sensation of the thick, sticky fluid shooting directly upward made Jaha shudder. The Emperor’s seed, fitting for his oversized member, came in an excessive amount. It felt as though the endless flow filled her insides and began to reflux in her throat before he finally stopped and pulled out.
“Lick it clean.”
Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he gave the command. Jaha, trying to suppress the mess inside her, stuck out her tongue and began to lick the s***t. The inside of her throat felt unbearably sticky, as if she had swallowed glue.
Even though his member had softened, it was still impressively large. Glossy with fluid, it looked even more grotesque. It was almost bizarre that such a thing was attached to a face as beautiful as a work of art.
As Jaha’s tongue reluctantly traced the s***t, a large hand gently stroked her head. The touch, reminiscent of praising a well-behaved dog, made Jaha feel a flicker of discomfort. At that moment, the Emperor’s voice fell over her like a weight.
“Your mouth is… somewhat usable, I suppose.”
The sudden insult made Jaha’s body tremble uncontrollably. Watching her reaction closely, the Emperor narrowed his eyes and added,
“No, I should call it a ‘cunt-mouth’ since it’s taken my c**k. From now on, I’ll be using not just your lower cunt but also your cunt-mouth from time to time. Make sure to practice so you can swallow it skillfully.”
Jaha instinctively looked up at the Emperor, her eyes wide. She had never dreamed she would hear such words in her life. The shocking, demeaning phrase replayed in her mind over and over. The more she dwelled on it, the colder her blood felt, while her head grew hotter.
Who do you think you are to say such things to me?
How dare you talk about my body, my mouth, like that?
The moment her blazing gaze met his like an arrow, the Emperor felt a shiver run down his spine. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Neither of them realized it was the first time their gazes had met so directly, head-on. Jaha, because of her rage; the Emperor, because of the strange, tingling sensation in his chest.
By the time Jaha came to her senses and averted her gaze, bowing her head, the Emperor was already ignited.
All she had done was look directly at him. But how many people in the world could do such a simple thing?
The flash of light that had burst from her black eyes lingered in his mind.
His fingertips trembled slightly. His heart, which had never faltered even in the midst of battle, tightened in a way he couldn’t believe.
In truth, he had little interest in vulgar talk. If anything, he looked down on it. He was the Emperor, after all. A man who lived as far removed from crudeness as possible.
While he didn’t care for the pretentiousness of high society, he had spent his entire life within it. Shouting obscenities or spouting crude words in the heat of passion was, by his standards, beneath him.
He had no intention of living like a rulebook, but there was no need to deliberately tarnish his dignity. He didn’t think such behavior would add to the experience. But if it elicited this kind of reaction, that changed things. He had only tested the waters, but the result exceeded his expectations.
The Emperor tried to figure out why he was so excited. There was a clue. Until now, every woman had been excessively submissive to him. No matter what he demanded, they complied without a hint of resistance. They might blush, but that was it. This slave, however, was different.
Even as she reluctantly obeyed his commands, she acted as though she were showing disgrace to an equal, feeling ashamed and clenching her teeth in resistance. When her anger flared, she couldn’t help but look him straight in the eye. Only this slave.
There was no one else like her in the world.
She was as rare as the “Heart of the Black Prince.”
