I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 29
“Aah…”
Her b*****s spilled out, bouncing slightly, and Teshiel cupped them in both hands. His thumbs brushed over her n*****s, causing Bonita to shudder and bite her lip. His lips then moved toward the center of her chest, slowly descending.
“Aah… Hngh…”
Both of her n*****s were twisted simultaneously, and as his lips trailed across her pale chest, the first traces of red bruising began to appear.
At that moment, the door behind them creaked open, and someone entered the waiting room. Bonita’s shoulders flinched as she stood there, her chest completely exposed and being sucked on. The voice that followed was Rento’s.
“All is prepared, Lord Teshiel.”
“Let’s go.”
Teshiel bit down on one of her n*****s one last time before releasing it with a wet pop, letting her soft moan slip out.
He and Rento then made their way toward the audience chamber. Bonita hurried to adjust her disheveled clothes, grabbed the tea tray, and followed closely behind.
It was one of the two rare days in the year when commoners from the territory were allowed an audience. This custom had existed long before Teshiel had seized the land, taking it as his domain and converting the fortress into the Demon King’s castle. Respecting human traditions once or twice a year wasn’t such a bad thing.
The audience session typically lasted for about three hours, and to meet with the lord—now the Demon King—meant competing fiercely with others for a chance. A line of those seeking an audience stretched outside the chamber, and only one person was permitted to enter at a time.
Teshiel’s knights stood in formation along the walls, while a crimson carpet stretched toward the raised platform where his throne stood. Once Teshiel took his seat, Rento, standing below the dais, signaled to one of the knights, and the first commoner was allowed in.
An elderly man, standing at a respectful distance from the throne, bowed deeply before daring to glance up at the platform. His eyes met Teshiel’s, and the overwhelming golden glow of the Demon King’s power caused him to tremble before he quickly averted his gaze again.
“Speak.”
“Well… our village has been frequently visited by bands of thieves recently…”
After listening to the man’s request, Teshiel ordered his troops to be dispatched to handle the issue. The man repeatedly bowed in gratitude, while Rento stood to the side, diligently noting the concerns and orders into the official ledger.
Bonita stood at the far corner below the dais, curiously watching as the commoners presented their concerns. Unlike the high council meeting she had been forced to attend on Teshiel’s lap, she could actually understand what was happening during this audience session.
Teshiel’s commands were clear and reasonable. She wondered how rumors of his cruelty and savagery had started. Could the hiring officer’s words have been true—that the Demon King never killed anyone while the tea-serving woman was present?
After a middle-aged woman completed her audience and left, just before the next person entered, Teshiel glanced toward Bonita. He tapped his fingers on the small tea table beside his throne.
‘Here. Tea!’
Bonita had been so engrossed in watching the audience that she hadn’t noticed the empty teacup. She quickly climbed the dais and refilled the cup. Thanks to the enchantment on the teapot, the tea remained steaming hot as it poured. After filling the cup, Bonita turned to leave the platform, but Teshiel’s hand caught her by the wrist, pulling her back.
“Just stay here.”
A wave of unease washed over her. Could he really… with so many people here? Surely not…
“If you want to move the necklace somewhere else, feel free to put it back,” he added, releasing her wrist.
Bonita stood frozen beside the throne, unable to move.
The next commoner entered the chamber, and, as Bonita had feared, Teshiel’s hand slipped into the open back of her dress. She had anticipated this the moment she stood by his side, but still, she couldn’t stop her body from trembling when his warm hand slid over the silk of her stockings.
As the commoner spoke of his grievances, Teshiel’s hand traveled up her inner thigh, caressing her rear. While offering solutions, his hand followed the line of her garter belt, tracing the curve of her waist. His fingers then glided down the hollow of her spine, pressing into the sensitive groove between her shoulder blades.
Bonita could no longer comprehend a single word of the audience session. Her entire focus was consumed by the sensations on her back and her desperate effort to keep silent. At least, she thought, this is better than when the necklace was involved.
