I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 18
“If you’re just going to bicker pointlessly, feel free to leave. Otherwise, I’ll only tolerate productive contributions.”
She needed to refill the teacup. The tension in the room was too sharp, and Bonita hesitated, cautiously observing the atmosphere. After a brief moment of silence, the conversation resumed, with everyone calmly exchanging their thoughts. Seizing the opportunity, Bonita approached Teshiel and refilled his cup. As she stepped back, Teshiel lifted his head slightly and looked at her. When their eyes met, he tapped his thigh.
Bonita’s lips parted slightly in shock. She desperately shook her head. Teshiel, frowning slightly, tapped his thigh again.
There was no way he would simply let her sit quietly on his lap. The choice before her was whether to endure being toyed with in the meeting room or face a harsher punishment after it was all over. She felt suffocated. But as she met his golden gaze once more, Bonita realized something—she couldn’t refuse him.
Resigned, she squeezed her eyes shut briefly, then opened them and carefully sat on his thigh.
For a moment, silence hung in the room. But when Teshiel waved his hand, signaling them to continue, the nobles, stumbling over their words, resumed their discussion.
As the tedious exchange of opinions dragged on, voices once again started to rise. The nobles hurled insults at each other, veiling their vulgarities in formal language. Teshiel clicked his tongue, briefly resting a hand on his forehead.
Then, without changing his composed expression, he slipped his other hand under Bonita’s apron and began kneading her bare chest.
Bonita’s face flushed crimson. She tried to steady her uneasy breathing. Fortunately, the nobles were too absorbed in their own conversations to notice her, and she definitely didn’t want to draw their attention. As the nobles’ voices grew louder, Teshiel’s hands became rougher. Inside her apron, one of her b*****s was being kneaded as if it were dough. Bonita fought desperately to stifle her moans, her hands gripping the apron’s edge, palms slick with sweat. Tears welled up in her eyes.
But when Teshiel began teasing her n****e, she couldn’t hold back and let out a soft whimper.
“Hnn… hngh…”
His fingers twisted her n****e lightly, causing her hips to jerk involuntarily.
“Nn… ah… ngh…”
One of the nobles seated closest to Teshiel finally turned his head and looked at them. Seeing Teshiel’s hand inside her apron, the man exclaimed in shock.
“Your Majesty! Forgive my boldness, but isn’t this hardly the time to be holding a woman?”
“Nn… ah… mm…”
“I told you earlier, pretend she’s not here.”
“Hngh… ah… ah…”
“Still, my lord…”
“Did you not hear His Majesty? Instead of worrying about that, perhaps you should focus on the matter at hand.”
Rento interrupted sharply, silencing the man. The others, shaking their heads, turned their attention away from her. After a while, Teshiel, lightly drumming his fingers on the table with one hand while tormenting Bonita’s chest with the other, finally shook his head.
“Enough. There’s no progress. This is a waste of time.”
“A-ah…”
He slipped his hand under Bonita’s bottom, lifting her with ease and tossing her over his shoulder. Her upper body hung down his back as he stood. Teshiel held her firmly in place with one hand gripping her bottom and the other securing her knees to keep her from falling.
“We’ll reconvene once you have a solution.”
With Bonita slung over his shoulder, he exited the meeting room.
“Your Majesty, please… I can walk on my own,” Bonita pleaded, her backside raised high in the air, but Teshiel ignored her entirely. His palm pressed against the sensitive area between her cheeks, his naturally warm hand sending heat coursing through her.
Teshiel headed straight for the reception room adjacent to the meeting hall. He lowered Bonita onto the sofa. As his hand left her bottom, a thin strand of her arousal clung between her legs and his palm before snapping.
Seeing this, Bonita clamped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
Her gaze fell to Teshiel’s thigh, where the spot she had been sitting was now soaked. Realizing that she had been aroused while her n*****s were being twisted in front of everyone, Bonita felt her heart might burst from shame.
Teshiel licked the palm of his hand, now drenched in her fluids, and chuckled.
“How does it feel to attend the top council meeting of the Demon King’s Castle?”
