The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 51
Jaha became genuinely uncomfortable with this situation. She even felt aversion toward the Emperor asking her name.
Why doesn’t he just treat me like an object like before? Why start doing things he hasn’t done?
She didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t some grand secret, wasn’t something gilded in gold. It was information she would share casually with anyone, even people she just met. But she couldn’t ignore him and remain silent. Jaha reluctantly parted her lips.
“It’s… Jaha.”
“Jaha? What an unusual name.”
The Emperor slightly furrowed his brows. Objectively, his voice was composed of pleasant tones and resonance, but Jaha’s skin crawled at hearing her name from his lips.
I hate this.
I hate hearing my name from that man’s mouth.
Jaha couldn’t help but shudder.
The Emperor looked down curiously at Jaha’s sudden trembling, but never dreamed it was because she hated him speaking her name.
“Jaha, Jaha.”
To help remember it, he rolled it around in his mouth a few more times. Though the sound was unfamiliar, it wasn’t bad. He even regretted not asking sooner.
The Emperor wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her slightly closer, while his free hand played with her jet-black hair. He wrapped it around his fingers, tugged it gently without causing pain, and engaged in various idle movements until he suddenly wondered why he was doing such pointless things.
I called her here to satisfy my lust, yet I’m just wasting time needlessly. Still, he didn’t dislike it. Admiring the slave’s face, asking about her, playing with her hair – none of these helped satisfy his urges.
In truth, there wasn’t really a proper way to satisfy him. No matter what was done with mouth or hands, it couldn’t satisfy him. Even using b*****s to rub against him was just novel foreplay, not the main event. To begin with, her b*****s weren’t even full enough to envelop his entire member.
He lowered the hand that had been playing with her hair. Grasping the soft b******s, he slid his fingers between the crevice.
Perhaps I should develop this side too, for times when the front can’t be used like now. Not immediately, but to make it usable by the next monthly cycle.
If he had been his usual self, he should have skipped such troublesome processes and thrust himself in the moment he felt desire. Like when he first took Jaha. After all, his purpose was to satisfy his urges without wasting unnecessary time. However, he hadn’t yet recognized his own change.
Ignoring his lower body’s protests that one mere handjob was insufficient, that the amateur stimulation had only further ignited his desires, he released the soft flesh of her b******s. Instead, he lowered his head and buried his forehead in Jaha’s shoulder.
Jaha’s body stiffened at the unexpected contact.
This kind of touch was more disconcerting than acts with s****l intent. The latter had clear reasons, but the former’s purpose was impossible to understand.
“Relax.”
The Emperor commanded. Jaha tried to relax her body. She could feel his eyelashes brushing against her shoulder blade through her clothes every time he blinked.
Is he doing this because he’s drunk? There was no other way to explain the Emperor’s eccentric behavior.
With feelings of discomfort, Jaha waited for his capricious mood to end.
A silence so complete that even an ant’s crawling might be heard pressed down upon the vast bedroom. The enormous sealed chamber, befitting an Emperor, felt strange in its excessive quietness.
Isn’t there a saying about that? That living in too large a house can oppress one’s spirit. That desolate feeling of being all alone in an empty space.
Suddenly she thought that although the cramped slave quarters weren’t exactly livable, staying here alone wouldn’t be emotionally healthy either.
How much time had passed? The Emperor, who had been leaning on Jaha’s shoulder, lifted his head.
“That’s enough. You may go now.”
Dismissed and returning to the slave quarters, Jaha rinsed her mouth and lay down on the rough bedding. She had prepared herself for the worst while following the head servant, but fortunately, it ended without major incident. Still, she had suffered a different kind of impact than mere physical exhaustion. The mental fatigue was considerable.
“Why would he do such a thing…?”
The Emperor’s behavior today had been strange from beginning to end. At first, when he made her perform lewd acts, she thought, ‘So this is why he summoned me.’ But everything that followed was incomprehensible.
A demeanor completely unlike his usual self.
