The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 39
Is this how an animal feels after marking its territory? A strange sense of satisfaction spread through his chest, and he felt that the slave truly belonged to him.
His.
From head to toe, covered in his traces…
The Emperor, on the verge of falling into an odd mood, suddenly let out a sharp laugh. After all, everything in this palace was his. There was no reason to feel anything special about this slave being his.
Shaking off the sentiment, he left the slave behind and exited the bedroom.
The Emperor began summoning Jaha more frequently. What had started as once a week became three times a fortnight, then twice a week.
As Jaha, listless, followed the chief attendant through the palace, the servants whispered among themselves.
“That slave, she’s the one…”
“How does she…”
The chief attendant glanced back. The black-haired slave walked silently, her expression blank, her eyes downcast.
Almost every three days. At this rate, she was serving the Emperor more frequently than most favored concubines of past emperors. It was inevitable that rumors would spread.
They say the Emperor is completely infatuated with that foreign, black-haired slave.
They say he’s so bewitched that once he calls her to his bed, he keeps her there for hours.
The impact was even greater because the Emperor had always been known for his reserved attitude toward s*x.
It was common knowledge that the Emperor viewed intercourse as little more than oiling a hinge or emptying a trash can—a mundane, mechanical task.
Left alone, it couldn’t maintain its best condition, so it had to be managed periodically—a bothersome necessity. To the Emperor, intercourse was just that. Something to be postponed as long as possible, and when the limit was reached, only the minimum measures were taken—a low-priority maintenance task. But after meeting this slave, things had changed.
The current situation was far from just “minimal relief.” The frequency of his summons spoke for itself, and the sessions were anything but short. It was common for him to hold her until she couldn’t take it anymore and lost consciousness.
The Emperor was thoroughly pursuing pleasure itself. He had fully awakened to carnal desire.
Whether it was simply the right time and this slave had caught his eye, or if she had caused this change, the chief attendant couldn’t say. But one thing was clear: this black-haired slave couldn’t be treated like the others.
And it wasn’t just that. The maids, who had once scrubbed Jaha roughly like dirty laundry before she served the Emperor, had also become more careful.
Where they used to dump cold water on her to wake her and send her away after she passed out in bed, they now gently shook her awake. The hard bread she was given at mealtimes became slightly softer, and while the supplies she received were of the same grade as the other slaves, their quality had improved.
The palace servants, who were most sensitive to even the smallest shifts in power, noticed these subtle changes surrounding Jaha. But Jaha herself, the one at the center of it all, remained unaware. She was too exhausted to notice the small shifts around her. If anything, she felt her life had become more hellish now that she was summoned by the Emperor so often.
The chief attendant personally opened the door and ushered Jaha inside.
The Emperor sat on the bed, legs spread.
“Suck it until it’s hard.”
Despite his demand, his e******n was already obvious even through his clothes.
Jaha moved between his thighs, thick with muscle, and pulled down his pants. The massive s***t sprang free, bouncing slightly as it displayed its presence. The Emperor grabbed Jaha’s head and tapped her cheek with his member before pressing the tip against her tightly closed lips.
“Open your mouth. Like last time, take it all the way to the root. Don’t push yourself, go slowly… That’s it, you’re doing well.”
The Emperor stroked Jaha’s head as he pushed himself in. The sensation of the thick s***t completely blocking her airway was similar to being choked—no, even more oppressive than that. The Emperor’s thumb wiping away the tears that flowed from her physiological reaction felt disgusting.
Holding Jaha’s head to make it easier for his member to move in and out, the Emperor thrust without hesitation. When he pulled out after releasing deep in her throat, Jaha felt her lower body twitch. As if anticipating what would come next.
The Emperor lifted Jaha up and lightly rubbed her slit with his middle finger.
“I only used your c**t-mouth, yet you’re this wet down here.”
