The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 58
The once dry passage now showed faint signs of moisture. He had heard that after implanting that demon parasite and continuing to stimulate it, fluid would eventually flow—at last, the effects were beginning to show.
With his fingers fully inserted in her a**l passage, he climaxed simultaneously. As he blocked the entrance completely with his base and released his seed, he could feel her womanhood convulsing and undulating through his fingers buried in the soft passage.
Emerging from the dizzying pleasure, he tormented her rear opening with two fingers while keeping his member buried deep inside her. Once his p***s hardened again, he resumed their coupling in earnest.
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Jaha finally decided on soap as her gift of gratitude for the bread.
Just as she had done before, she crushed fruits that resembled olives to extract oil, and obtained lye by burning leaves. By chance, she discovered a fragrant herb to add, resulting in a quite usable soap that was even more aromatic than what she used herself.
Jaha always carried this soap in her inner pocket. Since they had no set appointments to meet, she needed to hand it over whenever they happened to cross paths, having no idea when that might be. Yet, as if the theory that days of preparation coincide with the event applied to human encounters as well, Jaha hadn’t seen Cedric once since she began carrying the soap.
Could something have happened to him?
In this world where slaves’ lives were as fragile as flies, all manner of thoughts crossed her mind.
Perhaps he had unfortunately fallen out of favor with some noble and met a dire fate.
Or maybe, in a worse sense, he had caught a noble’s eye.
Cedric was quite handsome. Even without any grooming, he was good-looking. Dressed properly, he could pass for a young nobleman. It wouldn’t be strange if a female noble or a man with particular tastes who frequented the palace took an interest in him.
Ordinarily, slaves could be killed with impunity as long as their owner was compensated. Slaves working in the imperial palace were likely no different. Touching a slave directly involved in attending to the Emperor without permission might be viewed as a challenge to authority, but no one would care what happened to common slaves.
This meant that if some noble falsely reported to the Emperor that they had killed Cedric, they could pay a reasonable price and drag him away as a plaything without any issues. Perhaps they had even directly petitioned the Emperor to bestow them with a slave they fancied. Even this wouldn’t be considered particularly rude in this world. For the Emperor, it would merely be giving away an item he hadn’t even known existed in his household. When her thoughts reached this point, Jaha became intensely anxious.
The scenario where Cedric became someone’s plaything especially made her nauseated with empathy—Jaha knew all too well how miserable it was to be handled in such a manner.
When she really thought about it, they weren’t even close; they had only exchanged a few conversations. Even if he had met with some unfortunate accident, it was simply his fate.
Jaha tried to draw a cold, rational line. But it didn’t work as she intended. Seeing the cloth on the nightstand reminded her of Cedric, and her resolve wavered.
Cedric was the only being in this world who had seen Jaha as a person without any ulterior motive.
After being consumed solely as a tool, as an object, she had finally been acknowledged as a human being with emotions for the first time.
How well they knew each other, or how much affection she felt—none of that mattered.
For Jaha, Cedric couldn’t help but be a significant person. If she had to rank them, even more so than Ranya from the Langjev Palace library.
Because while Ranya had treated her well, Cedric had treated her as a person.
Fidgeting with the cloth Cedric had given her, Jaha prayed for his safety. If a god demanded she return to her original world a little later than planned in exchange for Cedric’s well-being, Jaha thought she would accept. That is, provided she would definitely return home—just “a little later.”
