I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 24
“Oh my goodness! What… how did this happen to you? Were you… beaten? How could anyone…”
“N-no, that’s not it,” Bonita stammered, trying to explain.
“Then how do you explain all these bruises…”
Milia’s voice trailed off as her eyes landed on the bite marks around Bonita’s n*****s. Her face turned as red as Bonita’s. For a moment, Milia was at a loss for words, pressing her hands against her flushed cheeks.
Finally, after a few moments, she spoke again, her voice much quieter.
“I-I’ll start the treatment now. I’m really sorry, but like I said before, I’ll need to touch the affected areas. Please bear with me…”
Bonita nodded silently as Milia clasped her hands together and began murmuring a soft prayer, her eyes closed in concentration. After a moment, Milia’s palms began to glow with a soft, white light. She gently moved her hands over Bonita’s body, and everywhere her hands touched, the bruises, bite marks, and welts faded away, the skin returning to its smooth, pale state.
“Oh my, even in places like this…” Milia murmured under her breath as her hands brushed over Bonita’s body. Bonita lowered her head in embarrassment, feeling the priestess’s hands sweep over nearly every inch of her skin.
After about ten minutes, the healing was complete. Bonita’s face, now a deep shade of red, quickly pulled her nightclothes back on.
“Th-thank you, Priestess…”
“You can just call me Milia,” she replied, offering Bonita a sympathetic look.
“And next time… maybe ask your husband to be a bit gentler,” she added softly.
Bonita couldn’t respond and simply lowered her head, her face still burning with shame. Once Milia left, a few maids entered to help her change into her new outfit. One of them whispered as they dressed her,
“Thank goodness. Your skin looks perfect again.”
Is it really something to be thankful for? Bonita wondered, her emotions a complicated tangle.
Today’s outfit was a beautiful lace dress. The problem was that the entire dress was made of lace, leaving her body barely concealed. Her n*****s, navel, and even the space between her legs were faintly visible beneath the fabric. If the goal was to humiliate her, the outfit had been chosen perfectly. Every movement caused the delicate lace to brush against her sensitive n*****s, making them harden, and the visibility of this only heightened Bonita’s growing sense of shame.
The one small relief for Bonita was that the guards outside Teshiel’s office had been replaced. Though the new ones glanced at her briefly, they didn’t speak or harass her and quickly opened the door for her. Bonita entered the office with the tea tray in hand.
Teshiel sat at his desk as he had the first time she’d seen him, with one hand resting on his forehead. After hearing Rento’s explanation the day before, Bonita saw him in a slightly different light today. He must be suffering without having had his tea yet. Did he manage to drink any yesterday?
“I’ve brought your tea,” Bonita announced, setting the tray down on the desk.
Before she could even pick up the teapot, Teshiel rose from his chair. Without a word, he pulled Bonita against him with one arm, his other hand grabbing her b****t and sucking her n****e through the thin fabric of her dress.
“A-ah, M-My Lord…”
Wet sounds filled the air as he roughly kneaded her b****t and sucked at her n****e. Just as Bonita let out a moan, Teshiel tore at the top of her lace dress, ripping it apart and exposing one of her b*****s.
“A-ah…”
She had no chance to resist, and now her bare b****t was fully exposed to Teshiel’s gaze. The bite marks and bruises had all vanished, leaving behind her pale skin. Her n****e, which he had just been sucking, stood stiff and glistening with saliva. Teshiel softly ran his hand over her exposed skin.
“I didn’t trust that high priest, but it seems he sent a decent priestess. Did you like the gift?”
Gift? Of course, refusing the treatment would have caused trouble. Bonita forced herself to nod in agreement.
“T-thank you… hngh…”
Before she could finish her thanks, Teshiel roughly seized her b****t again, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. As he bit and sucked, fresh marks began to form, and bruises once more bloomed under his aggressive touch.
