I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 26
Bonita stumbled back a few steps, her legs shaking as the chain between them jangled, tickling her thighs. The enchanted opal began vibrating inside her, sliding against her most sensitive spot. Bonita bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the overwhelming sensations.
Teshiel didn’t even glance at her. He calmly sipped his tea, endlessly reading through documents, signing some, frowning at others, and even tearing a few apart in frustration.
But he must have known. Demons could sense the special emotional states of humans nearby, and especially when those emotions were shame or s****l pleasure.
Shame and s****l pleasure. Those two words wouldn’t leave Bonita’s mind. Her legs began to tremble slightly, and the fluid dripping from between her thighs slid down the necklace chain, falling to the floor with soft, audible drops. Shame and s****l pleasure…
The more she realized she was feeling shame, the deeper it grew. And with her legs so wet… could she really deny this was s****l pleasure? Maybe it wasn’t. She was suffering, after all. But… could Teshiel sense even this? That thought only heightened her shame further.
“Aah… ngh… mm… hngh…”
A soft moan escaped Bonita’s lips. She stumbled and leaned against the wall. Surely, this much would be forgiven… But when she glanced to the side, she jumped in horror and quickly stepped away again. She had unknowingly leaned right next to the window.
The chain between her legs swayed but no longer jingled. Instead, it clung to her thighs, soaked with her arousal, before sliding off again. That only made her shame grow stronger, and Bonita felt like she was about to lose her mind, unable to shake those two words from her thoughts. If only I didn’t know…
“Hngh… ah… nnngh…”
She had no idea how much time had passed. By then, soft sobs were escaping from her lips. She didn’t know if it was because of the constant stimulation between her legs from the necklace or the tears that were now streaking down her cheeks.
Teshiel gathered the documents on his desk, tapping them neatly into place. As he stood, Bonita looked up at him with a faint hope that this torment might finally be over.
But he didn’t even look her way. Instead, he tucked the stack of papers under one arm and walked out of the office. The sound of his footsteps and the door opening and closing behind him filled her with a deep sense of despair.
“My Lord…”
Bonita collapsed to the floor, unable to stand any longer. But even then, she couldn’t muster the courage to remove the necklace from between her legs.
The vibration of the necklace tormented and heated her body, but it never pushed her far enough to let her climax. She was left on the edge, unable to go further. Please… Bonita thought desperately. Either remove the necklace or let me leave. But even as she wished for it, the thought brought a new wave of shame, causing fresh tears to streak her cheeks. Shame and s****l pleasure… Her mind and body were in agony, on the verge of breaking.
Bonita lost track of time. She couldn’t tell if only moments had passed or hours. Eventually, the door to the office opened, and the familiar sound of footsteps approached her.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to sit,” Teshiel’s voice cut through the air.
At his words, Bonita forced herself to stand, her legs trembling. Teshiel walked past her, settling into the chair in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes slowly roved over her.
The dress truly was beautiful, and it suited Bonita perfectly. Even the torn part that left one b****t exposed suited her well. Through the lace, the chain between her legs faintly shimmered, swaying gently as she trembled. The chain caught the light every time it moved, casting glittering reflections. Her flushed cheeks, tinged with pleasure, and the tears of shame that wet them stirred something inside Teshiel.
With a snap of his fingers, the magic from the opal necklace faded. Bonita lifted her tear-streaked face to look at Teshiel, who beckoned her with a flick of his fingers. Come here.
As Bonita approached, Teshiel reached out and lifted her skirt, grabbing the chain between her legs. With a firm tug, the opal slid out of her, and her juices spilled onto the floor. The necklace was completely soaked. Teshiel grinned as he licked the opal in front of her and said,
“Did you enjoy it? At the very least, it must’ve kept you from being too bored.”
