I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 25
Bonita realized her fate. By the time that sweet priestess returned in five days, her body would once again be covered in the marks left by Teshiel. After being healed and her skin returned to its unblemished state, she would be bitten and sucked on all over again. And then… once more…
“Aah…”
Teshiel pushed Bonita onto the desk. He slid his fingers into her mouth while his other hand lifted the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Without delay, he took his saliva-covered fingers and shoved them into her entrance.
“Haa… ah…”
There was no need to wet her further. She was already soaked. His fingers plunged in and out of her relentlessly, each thrust accompanied by the slick sound of her arousal, making her whole body jolt and shake atop the desk.
As he continued moving his hand, Teshiel leaned down over her body. His hot tongue licked along her neck, and when Bonita moaned, he inhaled deeply. The scent, which he hadn’t been able to indulge in the day before, was overwhelmingly sweet. Teshiel exhaled a sigh into her ear. At that moment, Bonita remembered Rento’s words:
‘The sweetest emotion for a demon to absorb is human s****l pleasure.’
Because she was feeling it now… because the Demon King could feel her emotions so intensely… Bonita’s shame deepened, and her body grew even hotter. Her ears burned, and between her legs, she felt an unbearable heat rising.
“A-ah, my Lord… ah…!”
Bonita quickly reached her climax. Her body trembled as she came, and Teshiel chuckled softly into her ear.
“Aren’t you supposed to be pouring tea? How long have you been in this room, yet you’re slacking off,” he said mockingly, even though he had been the one to pounce on her before she could serve him. He sat back in his chair, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered.
“S-sorry,”
Bonita stutters again, unable to even dream of blaming him. She apologized and set a teacup before him, filling it with tea. Her lace dress, now ripped, left one of her b*****s completely exposed, making her feel self-conscious. Since the dress was torn, she realized she would have to spend the rest of the day with her chest on display like this.
She only hoped Teshiel wouldn’t decide to change locations. At least if they stayed in the office, no one else would see her in this humiliating state.
After pouring the tea, Bonita noticed that Teshiel didn’t even glance at the cup. Instead, he opened the desk drawer, pulled out a box, and handed it to her.
“A gift. Open it.”
Gift…? Hesitantly, Bonita opened the box. Inside was an opal necklace. The large opal, slightly smaller than an egg, shimmered with a dazzling array of colors. The stone was perfectly smooth, polished to a shine, and the chain was adorned with gold and pearls. It was far too extravagant for a mere maid. Bonita looked at Teshiel in shock.
“Your Highness is truly giving this to me?”
“Yes. Do you like it?”
Bonita couldn’t help but think that selling the necklace would immediately clear all her debts and then some. She could leave this life behind if she did. The temptation was strong, but it felt wrong to accept such a gift. This was far too much for a maid whose sole task was to serve tea.
“I-it’s too much for me,” she muttered.
“No, it’s not,” Teshiel replied, taking the necklace out of the box. Then he gave her an unexpected command:
“Lift your skirt.”
A sense of unease crept over Bonita as she hesitantly lifted her skirt to her knees.
Her eyes filled with tears as she nervously raised the fabric to her thighs, only for Teshiel to reach out and lift her hands, pulling the skirt all the way up to her waist, exposing her completely.
“Spread your legs.”
“M-My Lord…”
“Spread your legs.”
“P-please…”
“Do I need to tell you a third time?”
Bonita’s eyes brimmed with tears, and with no other option, she lifted her skirt and stood with her legs spread shoulder-width apart. Just as expected, the opal necklace he had gifted her was immediately pressed between her legs.
“Aah… ngh!”
Bonita’s thighs were still damp from earlier, and the opal slid into her entrance with little resistance. The coldness of it made her body shudder. The gold and pearl chain dangled between her legs.
“You may lower your skirt now.”
“T-then, what about… the necklace…”
Without looking at her, Teshiel turned his attention to a stack of documents on his desk.
“I have work to do. You will wait here. While I read through these papers, you can entertain yourself. Perhaps you’d like to gaze out the window.”
As he said this, he snapped his fingers. The moment the sound echoed in the room, Bonita let out a startled cry. An odd sensation bloomed in her lower abdomen—the necklace was vibrating.
“This time, you won’t have the chance to smile at any gardeners.”
