I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 3
The thin fabric, barely serving its purpose, allowed her n*****s to stand out, and his fingers teasing them made it impossible for Bonita to finish her sentence. She bit her lower lip, fearing that strange sounds might escape her. As the Demon King nibbled at her ear, he asked.
“Sorry? For what?”
“The t-teapot… ngh, the teapot…”
“Ah. The teapot.”
In one swift motion, the Demon King spun her around. His golden eyes, perched at least a head and a half higher than hers, gazed down at Bonita. The moment their eyes met, she began to tremble uncontrollably. It was a natural reaction for any human to have when faced with a demon, especially one at the pinnacle of demonic power. The Demon King’s lips curled into a smirk.
“If you’ve done wrong, then you must be punished.”
Punishment? But before she could think about cleaning up the shattered porcelain or fetching more tea… her thoughts came to a sudden halt.
The Demon King yanked the thin fabric aside, baring her chest entirely.
Bonita’s large b*****s bounced free, exposed to the cold daylight air inside the room.
“…Ah!”
On instinct, she raised her arms to cover herself, but in a flash, the Demon King’s hands gripped her slender wrists. He pinned her arms above her head, holding them firmly in place, while his other hand seized her exposed b****t. As he kneaded her soft, pale flesh with his thick, caramel-toned fingers, the Demon King licked his lips.
“You’ve got a lovely mark here.”
He gestured toward the heart-shaped red spot on her chest. Bonita’s face flushed bright red, matching the color of the mark. And in that instant, the Demon King lowered his head and gently bit down on the mark.
“Ah, ah…!”
In the end, Bonita let out a sharp cry. Was he going to devour her? She’d heard rumors of demons killing humans without hesitation, but…
Fortunately, the Demon King didn’t seem intent on consuming her. All he left behind were bite marks on her b****t. With a low chuckle, he dragged his tongue across her chest, slowly making his way toward its peak. Her pink n****e disappeared into his mouth, and his hot tongue wrapped around it, sucking firmly.
Bonita tried her best to remain silent. It wasn’t just that she felt she shouldn’t make any noise—more than anything, she didn’t want to upset the Demon King. But every time he sucked on her n****e and chuckled, the sensation grew, and little moans kept escaping her lips.
“Ah, ugh…”
Her hands, held helplessly above her, were no use. Bonita twisted her body in an attempt to free herself. As his mouth released her b****t, the cold air brushed against her wet n****e, causing it to harden further, standing e***t in the most embarrassing way. Ashamed by the sight, she turned her head, only for the other n****e to be subjected to the same treatment.
“Ah, p-please…”
“Please, what?”
The Demon King lifted his lips from her n****e and leaned in close, staring directly into Bonita’s eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words to make him stop. What if she did, and he decided to kill her for it? If she used all her strength to resist, would she be able to free her hands? Even if she managed that, could she make it to the door and hope the guards would help her?
But then she remembered the look on their faces when they eyed the mark on her chest. Any hope for help evaporated, and all Bonita could do was repeat the word “please.”
“Please, please, ah… ah!”
Before she could finish, his hand slipped through the slit in her skirt and grabbed her bare bottom. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hand fit snugly against her soft, pale flesh, molding around her like dough. Bonita swallowed hard.
“You need to answer.”
With a firm grip on her backside, the Demon King pulled her closer until her body was pressed tightly against him. Her exposed chest was crushed against the cold metal buttons of his clothes.
“You can’t even serve tea properly, you broke the teapot, and now you can’t even respond. Useless.”
His hand released her bottom, only to move between her legs. The moment his fingers brushed the sensitive area, Bonita’s body jolted as if struck by lightning. She had never known her body could be so sensitive.
The Demon King paid no mind to Bonita’s reactions as his fingers pushed past her delicate skin, rubbing the sensitive spot between her legs. Every time his fingers moved back and forth, it felt like lightning was striking her mind.
No, this can’t happen. Please, I can’t take it anymore... Bonita’s voice trembled as she tried to hold back a scream.
“P-Please, let me… huff, let me bring, ah, ha, more tea.”
Somehow, she managed to form the sentence, tears welling up in her eyes. The Demon King chuckled darkly and finally released his grip on her wrists. Bonita collapsed to the floor, her legs giving way beneath her.
“There’s no need to bring more.”
He walked over to the table, picking up the half-filled, now cold cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp.
“It’s your first day, so I’ll let this slide. Now, take it out.”
Bonita scrambled to her feet, hastily pulling the fabric back over her chest. Her hardened n*****s were painfully obvious through the thin fabric, but there was nothing she could do about it. She hurriedly gathered the broken porcelain pieces onto the tray and fled the room.
“Sob…”
