I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 28
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As expected, Bonita’s ordeal continued relentlessly. From the office to the parlor, from the lounge to the tea room, the music room, and even the cigar room—there was no respite. She was sucked on, bitten, and relentlessly taken, and by the time five days had passed, her body was once again covered in marks, barely recognizable beneath the bruises and bite marks.
“No, how is this even possible?” Milia exclaimed in shock when she arrived to treat Bonita’s injuries.
“Even if he’s your husband, this is unacceptable. Maybe you should tell someone, get some help? Or speak to the lord… oh wait, this is the Demon King’s castle. Well, maybe you could tell the Demon King… no, wait, would a demon even care? They might even enjoy this… no, that’s not the point. Anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to try talking to someone, don’t you think? That is, if you’re okay with it, Bonita.”
Milia, flustered and angry, continued to ramble. Bonita, close to tears, replied in a barely audible whisper.
“It’s the Demon King.”
“What?”
“…These marks… they’re from the Demon King.”
“What?? Aaah…”
Milia was at a loss for words.
“I…I…will start the treatment now.”
Once the treatment was complete, and Bonita’s face was flushed as she dressed in her nightclothes again, Milia watched her with a concerned look. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke up.
“I know it’s not my place to interfere, but if it ever becomes unbearable, you can come to the temple. Not just Hasreta’s temple—any place where gods are worshipped wouldn’t turn away a woman who escaped from the Demon King.”
Bonita nodded quietly.
After Milia left, the maids came in. This time, none of them commented on how Bonita’s skin had returned to its pristine state. They remained composed as they dressed her in a pale blue empire dress. The small puff sleeves and the blue ribbon under her chest gave her an almost innocent, charming look. Her arms were adorned with long gloves of the same sky-blue color, and silk stockings were slipped onto her legs, held up by a garter belt.
However, as usual, she was not given any undergarments, corset, or petticoat. In a typical case, a corset would have smoothed and shaped her upper body, creating a graceful silhouette, but Bonita’s b*****s were left without support, causing them to stand out prominently beneath the ribbon under her chest, making them appear even larger.
From the front, the dress seemed proper enough, but the back told a different story. The blue ribbon tied into a neat bow beneath her chest, and from there, the dress was completely open, revealing her back all the way down to the hem of the dress.
“This is the last one.”
One of the maids opened the box she had brought. The other maids gasped in admiration when they saw its contents, but Bonita’s face turned pale.
The maid pulled out a large opal necklace and placed it around Bonita’s neck.
Teshiel was seated in the waiting room next to the audience chamber.
“I’ve brought your tea…”
Bonita approached Teshiel with the tray in her hands. The table in front of his armchair was low, just about knee-height, so she had to bend deeply to place the teacup down.
As she leaned forward, the open back of her dress revealed itself, the fabric shifting forward and slipping off her shoulders. Predictably, Teshiel’s hand brushed across her exposed rear. Bonita flinched, startled, the opal necklace around her neck swaying heavily as it did. The memory of having the necklace placed between her legs just days before flashed through her mind, and her expression grew distressed.
She endured his hand on her rear and finished pouring the tea before straightening herself again. Teshiel brought the cup to his lips, his eyes slowly scanning her appearance.
“It suits you, even around your neck.”
Bonita’s face flushed a deep red in an instant.
After slowly finishing his tea, Teshiel stood from his seat. He gently traced his thumb along her collarbone before leaning in to press his lips against the nape of her neck.
“Haa…” A moan escaped from Bonita’s lips, and in the next moment, Teshiel grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it down to just below her chest.
