The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 50
He grasped both her hands that were caressing his p***s with one of his. Then he found himself surprised at the stark difference in size.
Were they this small?
Of course, it was obvious even at a glance. She was a small woman who barely reached his chest. There was no comparison to him, a man with a large build and big hands.
But touching like this, they were smaller than he’d imagined, and unlike his solid frame, they seemed so delicate that they might break if he gripped too hard, which troubled him.
It feels like I’ve been doing something I shouldn’t have.
“That’s not how you do it. Like this—grip tightly and stroke quickly.”
While teaching her how to pleasure him, he recalled everything he had done to her until now. He didn’t remember being particularly rough. Nevertheless, the chill that dominated his gut wouldn’t go away.
An unsettling feeling, like having made a mistake without realizing it.
It felt like he was missing something important…
The thought couldn’t continue long. As his climax approached, pleasure overwhelmed his mind.
The forcefully ejected fluid soiled his clothes, the table, the couch, and the slave’s face, hands, and black hair.
He felt satisfaction at the sight of the slave covered in his fluid. While filling her depths was undoubtedly the best, this wasn’t bad either.
Now I understand why animals mark their territory. Leaving a mark for everyone to see unexpectedly brought quite a thrill.
Though he could have erased the traces instantly with magic, instead, he gathered the fluid splattered on her face with his finger and pushed it into the slave’s mouth. Only after forcing her to consume his seed did he use magic to clean the slave.
His lower body screamed that once wasn’t enough, but for some reason, his head gave the opposite answer, saying to stop here. And he chose to follow the latter.
“Come here and sit.”
Setting down his wine glass, he patted his thigh and called the slave. After hesitating, she climbed onto his leg.
She barely rested her lower b******s without putting her full weight on him. He pressed down on her shoulders to make her sit properly, then quietly studied her features. Though not enough to be irritating, they were certainly foreign.
He grabbed the chin of the slave who kept avoiding his gaze, held it still, and asked.
“Where are you from?”
Forced to meet the Emperor’s eyes, Jaha reluctantly answered.
“I come from a country far away, too insignificant to be well-known compared to the Empire.”
“There isn’t a country in this continent that I don’t know about. Where did you come from?”
Jaha tensed at his persistent questioning.
The scent of alcohol faintly wafting from his unusual attitude. The Emperor seemed drunk. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be curious about such things.
“It’s a country called Korea, one that doesn’t exist on this continent.”
If she mentioned another country’s name and was caught lying, she would have to pay for deceiving the Emperor. To avoid such risk, Jaha spoke honestly, but left room for him to interpret it as he wished.
The Emperor’s eyes narrowed.
“So you came across the sea.”
Jaha neither confirmed nor denied it. Honestly, this conversation made her uncomfortable. She didn’t understand why he was suddenly asking, and she didn’t want to talk about it. While hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions, the Emperor murmured softly.
“I see. No wonder you didn’t seem like someone from here.”
Like a thief flinching at their own footsteps, though it was probably a meaningless comment, Jaha felt stung.
The Emperor detected the slight disturbance in the body pressed against him but dismissed it. Rather, it would be more accurate to say he was preoccupied with observing Jaha. With her sitting on his thigh, their eye levels were more even than before, making it easier to study her.
The moment he realized this was the first time he was looking at the slave this closely without doing anything, the Emperor was seized by a strange feeling. It felt like his chest was churning.
Why do I keep staring when she’s not even particularly pretty?
Because she’s fascinating?
While the slave’s features were certainly exotic, upon closer inspection, with two eyes, two ears, one nose, and one mouth, there was nothing fascinating enough to continually draw his attention, given all the strange things he had seen.
It wasn’t about beauty or fascination. Unlike such simple and fleeting impressions, this was an issue entangled with something more fundamental.
“You…”
The Emperor, having spoken impulsively, struggled to find what to add, then suddenly realized something.
There was no other way to address this being except ‘you.’
“What is your name?”
Jadelila
Esto es tan divertido me encanta el cambio de él hacia ella 💕💞💓💗