The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 42
His heated purple eyes licked over her as he waited for her answer, like a demon watching a human’s corruption from on high.
Jaha’s lips trembled.
She felt herself crumbling day by day.
Treated as less than human by everyone, summoned to his bed time and time again for this. No matter how strong her self-love, it was impossible not to be affected.
It was this world that was wrong, this man who was evil, yet it was Jaha who was being worn down. She was growing accustomed to the alternating humiliation and forced pleasure, like a whip and a carrot. But even so, Jaha tried to hold onto one thing.
The goal she had set when she was first thrown into this world.
The final line she couldn’t cross.
The one absolute command.
I will return to Earth as safely as possible.
That didn’t just mean preserving her body. If her core was irreparably damaged, what use was an intact shell? The essence that made Yoo Jaha who she was had to be preserved above all else. Even if it meant sacrificing an arm or a leg.
If she crumbled now, willingly submitting to this man for pleasure, it would leave a scar on the soul of Yoo Jaha, the human.
Jaha firmly closed her slightly parted lips. Though her body had been tamed by pleasure, her mind’s decision was resolute.
She had no intention of losing herself to lust and granting this man absolution.
She hadn’t fallen that far yet.
And she never would.
The Emperor stared down at Jaha, who remained silent, as if entranced.
Amidst her disheveled appearance, the only thing that remained unshaken was her gaze. It was like discovering a gem shining in the mud—he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those black eyes.
A fire that wasn’t a fire, burning with intensity.
Was black always this hot of a color?
His heart pounded fiercely, and he couldn’t control the turmoil in his chest. It felt like his heart was swelling to the point of discomfort.
“You…”
He stopped there, at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to pour out the overwhelming emotion rising within him, but he didn’t know what it was.
Then, a wave of dissatisfaction surged.
She shouldn’t break so easily. While he felt a twisted satisfaction, he was also annoyed by the slave’s stubbornness, her refusal to crave him. She should be clinging to him, grateful for his attention.
A curve that could have been a sneer or a smile formed on his lips. If the slave wouldn’t open her mouth willingly, he’d just use another method.
Slowly rubbing her lips with his thumb, he commanded,
“Beg. Ask me to f**k you.”
Jaha’s eyes widened in shock. While the Emperor’s vulgar language during their encounters had become routine, this kind of demand was new. Disgust made her hesitate to part her lips.
The Emperor, interpreting her hesitation as disobedience, hardened his expression.
Is she getting cocky because I’ve been too lenient?
Normally, he wasn’t this sensitive to challenges to his authority. But the earlier silent defiance, the fact that the slave didn’t desire him, had left him more unsettled than he realized. This perceived rejection scratched at his pride.
If she won’t obey willingly, I’ll have to teach her that harsher punishments follow.
“Repeat after me.”
He pressed his thumb down on her lips, forcing them open.
“Please f**k me until my cunt is loose.”
The much harsher phrasing left Jaha frozen. It wasn’t hard to guess that if she didn’t comply, even greater humiliation would follow.
With her face pale, Jaha moved her lips.
It’s fine. This isn’t voluntary submission.
A gun called power is pressed to my temple, so I’m just doing what I’m told to survive.
My soul has not bowed to this man yet.
“Please… f**k me… until my cunt is loose… ngh.”
She had steeled herself, but actually saying it out loud was more miserable than she had imagined. Shame burned through her entire body.
In the Emperor’s purple eyes, she saw the reflection of a wretched woman.
Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of sorrow, Jaha couldn’t hold back her tears. With a voice trembling pathetically, she forced out the rest of the sentence.
“Please… f**k me… ngh.”
At that moment, the Emperor felt something heavy drop in his chest with a dull thud.
