I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 20
Even though he had only just entered her, she was already overwhelmed. Her heart pounded fiercely in her lower abdomen. Moans and gasps escaped her lips in a continuous stream.
Satisfied, Teshiel’s hand stroked her belly, feeling the faint outline of his hardness inside her. When he flexed his length, Bonita screamed, her hips trembling as she could feel every movement against his palm.
Teshiel yanked at the collar of his shirt, tearing off three buttons, revealing his firm chest. With his collar open, he had more freedom of movement. Slowly, he began to pull his member back out of her.
“Haa… ahh…”
The trembling in Bonita’s waist subsided slightly. As she blinked a few times, the tears that had gathered in her eyes spilled down her cheeks. Teshiel, seeing her tear-streaked face, wore an ecstatic expression as he gripped her hips firmly with both hands. Fear flickered in Bonita’s hazel eyes. With a smile, Teshiel thrust his member back inside her.
“Haaah!”
It wasn’t as slow as the initial penetration, but it wasn’t rushed either.
Though he didn’t go all the way in, Bonita’s back arched as her chest bounced wildly. With a grunt, Teshiel showed no mercy and slammed into the hilt.
The sensation of her soft, pale b******s and soaked folds, along with her swollen, reddened c******s rubbing against his lower abdomen, brought him immeasurable satisfaction. Her trembling thighs, the delicate curve of her back bent in an arch, and her large b*****s bouncing uncontrollably, paired with her sweet cries and tear-filled eyes—all of it was his.
Bonita was his perfect toy.
Again, he pulled out until only the tip remained, and this time, he thrust back into her faster.
“Ah, ah! Ahh…!”
With each thrust, Teshiel pulled Bonita’s hips down hard against his lower abdomen, making sure she took him in fully, all the way to the base. His pace began to increase steadily, and Bonita, unable to endure it, eventually passed out.
Her unconsciousness lasted only a brief moment. As she moaned and opened her eyes, Teshiel’s face came into view.
“Are you awake now?”
The heavy pressure in her lower body was still there—she hadn’t released him yet. The moment Teshiel confirmed she had regained consciousness, he resumed moving his hips.
“Nngh…”
Bonita’s body shook as he relentlessly pounded into her, her fingers clawing at the sofa. His pace grew even faster, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Each powerful thrust sent her into a spiral of breathy, nasal cries.
“Ah! Ah! Hah, ah! Nngh, ah, ah…!”
“Mm….”
Teshiel braced himself with one hand beside her head, leaning his upper body forward. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto Bonita’s chest. He was close. He kept his relentless rhythm, his hand squeezing her bruised and swollen b****t. His lips found the heart-shaped red mark on her chest, where he planted a kiss.
“Ah, ahh, haaahng!”
Bonita’s back arched as she climaxed first, her inner walls contracting and tightening around him, relentlessly stimulating his length. Teshiel bit down hard on the red mark on her chest and thrust into her one final time, as deep as he could go. Unable to push further, he finally released everything inside her. Bonita felt the searing heat of his essence spreading through her abdomen before she lost consciousness once again.
The next day, no one came to wake her. It was well past noon when she finally opened her eyes. A maid entered, bringing lunch.
“The Demon King instructed that you rest for the entire day.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, the Lord has gone out to inspect the estate and won’t be in the castle today.”
As the maid set down the meal, Bonita asked her to prepare a bath. After finishing her meal slowly, she sank into the hot bathwater that had been brought to her room.
Every part of her body ached—her back, between her legs, her chest—there wasn’t a place that didn’t hurt or throb.
