The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 84
A feather-light touch.
Every movement deliberate, as though handling something fragile.
She could feel how deeply cherished she was.
Her entire body seemed to melt. That tenderness was unbearably sweet.
A tickling euphoria wrapped around her chest.
I wish this moment would never end.
The second the thought crossed her mind, Cedric’s lips parted from hers—and Jaha woke from the dream.
Lingering traces of it faded too quickly. When she reluctantly opened her eyes, she found the emperor staring down at her, his expression rigid.
Her mind snapped sharply awake.
Did I… say Cedric’s name in my sleep?
Jaha wasn’t the type to talk in her sleep—let alone narrate her dreams with perfect clarity. But you could never be certain with these things.
“The only time you should shed tears is beneath me, gasping from the pleasure I give you.”
Jaha’s words died in her throat. The exact opposite of the Cedric in her dream. Nothing like the man who’d treated her with such aching tenderness.
Her heart turned cold.
“Wash your face and return.”
“Understood.”
She left the bedroom as ordered.
Alone, the emperor stared at his hand. The tears he’d wiped away had already dried. But the turmoil in his mind lingered.
“What the hell…”
Stealing a kiss from a sleeping woman—like some childish game, not even using his tongue, just pressing his lips to hers in silence.
He must have been bewitched. There was no other explanation.
The moment he saw her crying in her sleep, an overwhelming urge to be kind to Jaha seized him.
He wanted to wrap her in the softest cloth in the world, protect her so not even a single strand of down was harmed—so she would never shed tears like this again.
He wanted to be endlessly gentle.
Above all, he wanted to cherish her.
The impulse was too intense to resist.
By the time he regained his senses, his lips were already pressed against hers.
Startled as if burned, he pulled away—just as Jaha woke from her slumber. At the same time, he broke free from the strange compulsion that had gripped him, like cold water had been thrown over him.
The shift happened as quickly as flipping a palm. It left him feeling as though he’d been ensnared by a demon and had only just regained his senses.
He even wondered if he’d been hit by a momentary mental spell. If he were even slightly less skilled as a mage, he would have seriously considered that possibility.
To be so anxious about a slave—afraid she might fly away if let go or disappear if held too tight—was absurd. It made as much sense as sitting on the floor for fear of tiring a chair.
It was ridiculous as carefully packaging a bed to protect it from scratches.
Seeing Jaha return from washing up, the emperor roughly ran his hand through his hair. She was perfect for tormenting. To put an end to these unnecessary thoughts, he reached that conclusion.
“Come kneel here. I’ll use your mouth.”
Noticing the emperor didn’t seem to be in a good mood, Jaha nervously approached the bed. As she knelt down, a large shadow from his e***t member fell across her face.
The emperor, having risen from his seat, placed his p***s on Jaha’s face and lightly slapped it against her cheeks a few times. Though he wasn’t using much force, its sheer size made each impact sting.
After striking her face several times with his s***t, he pushed the tip between her lips. When Jaha opened her throat to accept it, he began thrusting vigorously.
As Jaha swayed from the violent movements, she grabbed his clothes to steady herself. But when he intensified his thrusts to the point where she couldn’t maintain balance that way, she tightly gripped his legs instead. He liked how she seemed to be clinging to him – so he rocked his hips even more wildly, making Jaha cling to him even tighter.
The moment Jaha pressed tightly against his lower body without leaving any gap, he plunged deep into the back of her throat. As soon as he pulled his member out from the soft, delicate mucous membrane, Jaha abruptly jerked away as if she had just realized she was clinging to him.
He watched her with narrowed eyes before lifting her and laying her down on the bed. Grabbing her ankles, he spread them wide, revealing her glistening wetness below.
“Even today, just from servicing with your mouth, you’ve gotten this soaked. Since I’m the one who riled you up, I suppose I should take care of this.”
Bending down, he seized her chest and ran his tongue over the plump fruit protruding above the ring.
The stimulation against the sensitive peak made Jaha’s back arch. Though his hands had touched her countless times before, this was the first time his tongue had tasted her.
