I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 14
“Yes… yes. Um, I’ve heard that you plan to purchase it. Therefore, I…”
Bonita tried to steady her voice as she continued reading, her slight relief stemming from the fact that Teshiel’s hand couldn’t reach too far beneath the tightly tied leather. But then, she felt something cold press against her thigh. Startled, she froze mid-sentence. It was the letter opener.
Gasping, she inhaled sharply. It wasn’t a sharp blade—just something used to slice open folded papers—but her heart still sank at the sensation.
“I told you not to stutter.”
Teshiel’s voice was low and commanding as he pressed the flat of the letter opener firmly against her thigh, then slipped it under one of the strings tying the leather outfit together. With a firm tug, the string tightened around her leg before snapping with a loud pop. Then, without missing a beat, he moved the letter opener to the next string, just above.
For every sentence she struggled to read, another string was pulled taut and then cut, the tension pressing into her skin before the string finally broke. The letter opener inched its way up the side of her body, following the curve of the leather. Bonita’s hand shook as she tried to hold the letter steady, but her voice faltered, her words getting more jumbled with each passing second.
Before long, the final string was severed. By now, Bonita was trembling visibly.
“You’re stuttering too much. I can hardly understand a word. Start from the beginning.”
It was then that Bonita realized: reading the letter had never been the point. It was merely a game for him, a way to toy with her.
“T-Te-Teshiel Prate…?”
As Bonita muttered his name, Teshiel tugged on the last remaining string, causing the leather outfit to fall away completely and drop to the floor. Bonita shivered, shrinking into herself. Up until now, even if the outfit had been pulled aside or loosened, it had still covered parts of her. This was the first time she was left entirely naked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest.
“Why do you keep trying to cover yourself?”
Teshiel smirked mischievously.
“Stand up.”
With shaky legs, Bonita obeyed, standing up, only to bump into the edge of the desk. Startled, she glanced at it. This was the very place where, just yesterday, she had been forced to spread her legs for him.
“Hands down.”
Teshiel, still seated in his chair, crossed his long legs and issued the command. Bonita hesitated, biting back the urge to plead, please. With great reluctance, she slowly lowered her hands, exposing herself.
Teshiel’s gaze lingered on her chest, covered in the marks he had left. Her large b*****s were dotted with the evidence of his rough treatment. Smiling in satisfaction, he rose from his seat.
“You’re beautiful. I want a closer look.”
With that, he pushed Bonita toward the window.
“Let’s see you in the light,”
Bonita’s face went pale.
“Y-Your Majesty… the gardener… outside…”
She stammered, trying to retreat, but Teshiel’s arm quickly wrapped around her waist. In one effortless motion, he lifted her and set her down just a few inches from the window. The sunlight poured onto her bruised chest as Teshiel cupped her b*****s in both hands, pushing them together. Bonita, visibly anxious, glanced nervously outside.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across the window.
“…!”
Startled, Bonita gasped and instinctively pushed against Teshiel’s shoulders. Though he didn’t budge, her b*****s slipped from his grasp as she quickly stepped back, covering herself with her arms. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she looked out the window again. The shadow that had frightened her was not the gardener—it was just a crow that had flown over and landed near the window.
Realizing her mistake, Bonita slowly turned to face Teshiel, dread filling her as she realized what she had done. His golden eyes narrowed, a soft but dangerous smile on his lips.
“How dare you.”
In the next instant, she was slammed against the window with a wet thud. The cold glass pressed against her back and b******s, sending a shiver down her spine. Teshiel pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, ensuring she couldn’t cover herself again. His other hand squeezed her b****t harshly, causing a pained moan to escape her lips.
“Ah… hngh…”
