The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 66

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Before her rising and falling chest could fully calm, the Emperor grabbed Jaha’s hair, forcing her head up, and again thrust his member into her throat, continuing his pistoning. Giving her just enough breathing room to avoid death.

All sorts of thoughts swirled in her oxygen-deprived, hazy mind.

Usually it was difficult, but not to this extent.

All this time she thought he’d been doing as he pleased, but he’d actually been showing restraint.

Should she be grateful for this, or horrified?

Did he want to demonstrate that he could treat her much more harshly if he chose to?

To be thankful for the mercy he’d shown?

The Emperor’s intention was obvious. It couldn’t be misunderstood. This was his answer to Jaha’s gambit.

If she didn’t want to endure such treatment, she should stop provoking him and obediently perform her slave duties. Be compliant.

F**k you, you goddamn bastard.

To this arrogant man standing at the pinnacle of this world, Jaha could confidently say at least one thing.

He would never be able to subjugate Jaha. He would die before that happened.

After e*********g deep in her throat, the Emperor caught his breath and scanned Jaha with wild, beast-like eyes.

A gaze demanding submission.

Jaha gritted her teeth and responded silently.

If you want to control me as you please, ask politely. Or cry and beg for it.

The Emperor’s expression contorted. Though he lacked the ability to read others’ thoughts, he had eyes to read defiant spirit. Despite his self-righteousness, he wasn’t so self-absorbed that he couldn’t recognize the rejection expressed through her entire body.

Consumed by fiery anger, he picked Jaha up like an object and threw her onto the bed. Fingering her invariably wet lower parts, he sneered.

“You get this wet just from having your c**t-mouth violated, yet you talk about being from an Academy? Whatever you learned at the Academy, taking my c**k is what you do best.”

Each time he fingered her, fluid spurted. With just a few strokes, his wrist was thoroughly soaked. This was the natural result of regularly using stimulants and gel containing ingredients that heightened sensitivity and love potion effects.

Now Jaha’s body would heat up from the slightest touch, responding sensitively to stimulation anywhere as if an erogenous zone was being touched.

“Don’t forget your place. You’re a slave who spreads her legs whenever I desire. That’s your true calling. Already your upper and lower holes gush with pleasure when a c**k enters. And what about your back hole, now feeling empty without beads.”

He pushed the fingers withdrawn from her slit into her a**s. Just pressing firmly against the entrance, they were swallowed as if sucked in. It was an effortless entry that made it hard to believe this was once a hole that functioned only as an exit. It was clearly transforming into an entrance.

“I’ll help you accept this fact as quickly as possible. I’ll give you pleasure again and again until even that dishonest mouth of yours, which contradicts your joyful body, cannot deny it.”

While probing her back hole with wet sounds, with his free hand he summoned a milky cream and thickly coated his p***s.

The cream was a powerful, fast-acting cream that had little effect on men but could turn even the most virtuous woman into a wanton one. It made one unable to think of anything but pleasure.

“To drive out those useless thoughts filling that small head of yours, I need to make you even more lustful. Until your c**t gets wet just from seeing a c**k. Until you can think of nothing but taking a s***t all day long.”

The Emperor positioned himself after coating his member generously with the stimulating cream, enough that the liquid dripped.

The frightful, massive organ, glistening and with veins prominently bulging, slowly penetrated Jaha’s s*x.

“Don’t worry. No matter how wanton you become, I won’t discard you.”

The sensation of all the folds of her passage stretching to accommodate his overwhelming size was something she couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times she experienced it.

As Jaha instinctively tried to escape from the enormous flesh column invading and spreading parts that seemed like they shouldn’t be entered, the Emperor firmly gripped her waist, forcing her to accept him without being able to move an inch.

Finally, his member was swallowed to the root, their pelvic bones touching.

The Emperor unhurriedly waited for the arousing cream to seep in.

The cream’s effect manifested quickly.

Jaha stopped breathing at the sensation she’d never experienced before. It felt as if every cell in her body was trembling with ecstasy.