The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 37
As if he had read her mind, the Emperor ran a finger gently over her throat. A faint light emanated from his fingertip, and the pain inside her throat vanished completely. However, the mental shock remained. As Jaha stared in confusion at the bizarre scene, he spoke to her in an unusually gentle voice.
“No need to worry. As long as you’re alive, I can fix anything. Even if your limbs were cut off.”
His calloused hand brushed past her chin with his fingertips.
“Stop with the pointless thoughts and focus on improving so you can take my c**k fully with your cunt-mouth soon.”
Jaha clenched her teeth silently. She was horrified at herself for feeling even a moment of relief at his words that he could fix anything with magic.
Is it supposed to be comforting that he gives the disease and then the cure?
Is it better than a villain who only gives the disease and no cure?
What kind of miserable relief is this?
The normal thing would have been not to give the disease in the first place. Before feeling relief, Jaha should have been furious.
Being treated as a slave, her mind was gradually becoming that of a slave. If this continued, she might start thinking it was okay no matter how harshly he treated her, as long as he provided food and shelter. Like a serf who, after being beaten nine times, would weep with gratitude when the master applied ointment once.
Jaha asked herself: Do I want to become that cheap? Would I be okay with that?
The answer was *No!*
Yoo Jaha was not someone who could be treated so carelessly by anyone.
She wasn’t a beggar to be swayed by petty acts of charity.
If you want to win my heart, you’ll have to do well a hundred times out of a hundred.
I will never be tamed by carrots and sticks, by abuse.
As he watched the fiery determination burning in Jaha’s eyes, the Emperor twisted his lips into a smirk.
Originally, he had only focused on the point of connection during their acts. But at some point, he had become more captivated by the slave’s face than the visual stimulation of his member moving in and out.
Seeing those unyielding black eyes somehow brought him joy.
Whether it was the satisfaction of having a toy that wasn’t easily broken or something else, a deep excitement welled up inside him.
He wanted to push her harder, to make her cry. Yet, at the same time, he hoped she wouldn’t break.
He was aware of the contradiction in his desires. Yet, the urge to ruin her and the wish for her to remain unbroken were both genuine.
He liked her stubborn resistance, and he also liked the glimpses of vulnerability that occasionally surfaced. It was like wanting to savor a piece of candy, slowly melting it in his mouth, only to crush it mercilessly in an instant.
He admitted to himself that he had grown quite fond of toying with this slave. Something akin to attachment had formed. But it was far from the equal affection one human might feel for another. If he had to compare it, it was more like the fondness one might feel for a beloved pet—though he had never particularly cared for pets, so he couldn’t be sure.
Rubbing his now fully e***t member against her cheek, where the fluid had dried, he commanded,
“Hurry up and get ready to take my c**k.”
The slave briefly grimaced before quickly composing herself and climbing onto the bed. At first, he hadn’t noticed, but now he could see those subtle changes in her expression. Or perhaps he hadn’t paid attention before, and now he was watching closely.
Now, the Emperor could perfectly discern when the slave was displeased, when she was embarrassed, and when she felt pleasure. This made it easier to control her more effectively.
When he wanted to humiliate her, he made her perform embarrassing acts or whispered vulgarities in her ear. When he wanted to break her composure, he gave her unrelenting pleasure. There was no particular reason for it.
It was purely a game. Like pulling blocks from a wooden tower, waiting to see how long it would hold before collapsing.
In any case, the Emperor was certain of one thing: the slave would eventually submit.
Whether sooner or later, she would be tamed by him.
