The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 81
“Hah—! Aaah—hnngh—!”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
The Emperor, who had removed his hand from the rings, added,
“These rings move on their own.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the rings around her n*****s began spinning rapidly.
Like the artificial g*****l, they shifted direction freely, adjusting their pressure, stimulating both n*****s with precision no less skillful than human fingers. Under their assault, Jaha felt all strength leave her body.
He paid no heed as her legs trembled, driving into her with relentless thrusts, ruthlessly spearing her depths. With each penetration, fluid gushed out, soaking not only his defined abs and thighs but also the floor beneath.
Covering her branded lower abdomen with his large hand, he rolled her c**t between his fingers and whispered into her ear like a hypnotic command:
“Feel it—more, more.”
Until you can’t survive a single day without my c**k.
Until the mere sight of me drives you into heat.
Truly, he wanted her that way. So she would never dare think of escaping him again.
Jaha had to stay by his side.
Grabbing her head where it rested against the wall, he forced her to turn her face back and crushed his lips against hers. Then, gripping her chest to steady her nearly collapsing posture, he resumed moving his hips.
Trapped between him and the wall, Jaha braced one hand against the surface to keep from being crushed.
The position was far too uncomfortable for a kiss. For both Jaha and him. They could have just stopped then, so why was this man so obsessively pressing his lips to hers?
As she received his kiss, Jaha held onto that fleeting question in her dazed mind—until a surge of pleasure crashed over her, washing everything away.
The time spent washing her body in the bathtub was the only moment Jaha could truly feel free—aside from the basic necessities required for survival.
The private bath granted to her by the Emperor was enormous. Even the largest bathroom in the biggest house she had lived in on Earth was nothing compared to this. The slave quarters she once stayed in could have easily been submerged in this tub with plenty of space to spare.
It had been so long since she last saw those slave quarters. After all, even when she slept, she had to be with the Emperor.
When that man embraced her from behind, every hair on her body stood on end. It felt like surrendering her back to a massive beast.
Of course, she hated sleeping with that grotesque lump of flesh shoved inside her body, as if she were nothing more than a storage space. What kind of nonsense was that? If it were at least small, she might have understood, but to have something that size forced in without a shred of conscience—
She couldn’t even rest properly. In that state, the slightest movement from either of them sent shocks through her.
Above all, she loathed the fact that she had to remain connected to him until he fell asleep. It made her skin crawl.
Jaha touched herself below. Both sides still felt tightly closed, which gave her some relief—but there was no guarantee it would stay that way.
She looked down at her chest. What had once been the perfect size by her standards had now grown so large that it spilled over even when cupped in her hands. Worse, her n*****s stood out obscenely, swollen and red as if engorged, their thick, overstimulated appearance impossible to ignore.
The thin silver rings pierced through their base only emphasized them further.
She didn’t even want to look lower.
The shameful mark on her lower abdomen, the rings clipped onto wings that had sagged slightly more than before, the patterns on her b******s—all of it was horrifying.
Her ever-changing body no longer felt like her own.
“Ughh…”
Yoo Jaha frantically clawed at herself below, gasping for breath as she tried to rid herself of the s***n inside. Disgust prickled through her at how obediently her body reacted to even these touches.
Just how far does the Emperor plan to degrade me?
How much does he need to toy with me before he’s satisfied?
When will he let me go?
“Ugh, ah…!”
Having emptied both holes completely, Yoo Jaha slumped against the bathtub, overwhelmed by exhaustion. Tears streamed down her face.
“I want to go back.”
No—she didn’t even need to go back right away. If only she could just escape the Emperor.
Whether someone starts a rebellion and kills the emperor, assassinates him in secret, or even takes me and escapes this palace—anything would be better.
The daily horror of waiting within the emperor’s sight, ready to spread my legs whenever he desired, was unbearable.
