The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 76
Now, Jaha understood what it meant to wear a person down to death. Of all things, this time was the most unbearable.
Unable to endure it any longer, Jaha shifted her hips again, and a low, resonant male voice rumbled into her ear.
“It seems you want to provoke me and get punished again.”
A chilling shiver ran down Jaha’s nape. The Emperor slowly rubbed his lower body against her b******s. His large club had already risen, hot and hard.
“You moved and caused this, so what will you do? Do you want to take it in your back hole all night like last time? Or in your front hole this time?”
Jaha trembled violently.
Three days ago, when Jaha couldn’t bear the awkwardness and discomfort and kept trying to pull away, the Emperor had punished her by shoving his p***s into her back hole and pressing down hard on her waist with each slight movement. That night, she had climaxed repeatedly until she fell asleep, utterly exhausted.
Not wanting to endure that again, Jaha slumped her shoulders in surrender. But the Emperor lifted her skirt and pushed his p***s between her legs.
“What’s standing must be laid down.”
After rubbing his fleshy pillar against her crack a few times, sweet water flowed from Jaha’s lower parts. Using that fluid to coat his p***s, he pushed the tip into her wet vaginal opening.
The hole, which had received him countless times, swallowed his massive p***s smoothly, secreting moist fluids.
Having inserted it all the way to the root without difficulty, he lay there, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, continuing the pistoning motion.
The large bed rocked with the force of his thrusts.
“Mm, uhh.”
Moans escaped from Jaha’s mouth. The Emperor skillfully teased her areola and nibbled lightly on her ear.
“Your n*****s have grown much larger. They could even wear rings now.”
“Ugh! Ahh…”
“Your b*****s have also grown quite a bit. It was worth applying the cream and massaging them regularly.”
He pinched her n****e and kneaded her white, soft b*****s. Originally, her b*****s couldn’t even fill half of his hand, but now they filled it completely. Still, they were insufficient in size to fully envelop his p***s.
“When they become more voluptuous, I will use them as a tit-p***y, so grow them diligently.”
“Ah, ugh, huh!”
“You will quickly come to like serving with this place as well.”
“Haahh!”
As the p***s firmly scraped her sensitive spot and was thrust deeply, Jaha, captured by climax, tilted her head back. Then, the Emperor, like snatching prey, overlaid his lips on Jaha’s.
As the dizzying pleasure subsided and she gradually regained her senses, Jaha realized what was being done to her.
Their lips were overlapped.
It wasn’t just simple contact.
The tongue, the tongue inside…
At that moment, the emotion that surged within Jaha was a strong sense of rejection, surprising even to herself.
Even though she had already been subjected to worse things countless times, it was ridiculous to quibble over this, but it was her first kiss.
At this point, she didn’t hold any grand romantic notions about kissing. She had gone through too many things to attach a soft, tender meaning to her first kiss. However, the thought that even that was stolen by this man made anger well up inside her.
Why does he do even this?
Frankly speaking, in a relationship that pursued only physical pleasure, kissing was an unnecessary act. In fact, up until now, hadn’t they satisfied their desires just fine without kissing?
But why is he suddenly doing this? He should just do the things he usually does.
Of course, that doesn’t mean she liked it, but she didn’t want to do this even more.
Jaha quietly clenched her fist to suppress the urge to bite off the tongue that had invaded arbitrarily. However, the Emperor, intoxicated by his own heat, did not know that fact.
There was no particular reason for him exploring Jaha’s lips.
Her slightly parted, wet lips caught my eye, and suddenly, my throat felt dry.
The red flesh peeking between her lips and the seductive, squirming movement reminded me of a woman’s s*x.
No—that was her s*x. The same one that had swallowed his p***s countless times.
He knew exactly how soft, warm, and wet it was inside.
He wanted to bite down on something. But he didn’t want to pull his c**k out from where it was snugly gripping him.
It wasn’t that thing that needed to slip between those moist, smooth lips.
What had to go inside was… something else.
Pressing his lips against them wasn’t calculation—it was instinctive pull.
The moment they touched, a dizzying heat surged from deep within him, igniting like fire, and thirst rose in his throat.
An intense desire coiled around his spine—the urge to devour all of it, this soft flesh, even the dampness inside. So he did as he pleased.
He greedily sucked on the tender lips, licking, tasting.
