I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 30
With each person who left and the next one entered, Teshiel’s touch became more insistent. The hand that had firmly gripped her rear eventually slipped between her legs. A single finger traced the slit of her folds, sliding forward. Bonita’s hips twitched involuntarily. His finger began to tease her c******s, drawing slow circles.
Bonita bit her lip hard and glanced around. The knights lined up against the walls stood unmoving, facing away. On the dais, it was just her and Teshiel. Rento sat below, completely focused on the crystal orb in front of him, facing the commoners. The only ones looking toward the dais were the commoners themselves, but each time their eyes met the Demon King’s gaze, they quickly lowered their heads in fear.
As long as I don’t make a sound, no one will notice, she thought desperately. Teshiel’s finger moved slowly, back and forth, like someone absentmindedly tapping their fingers on a desk. Bonita struggled to suppress a moan. A faint, wet sound began to emerge from between her legs.
“Hngh…”
The soft whimper slipped out before she could stop it, and she quickly brought both hands to her mouth to stifle any further noise. Her lower body trembled, and her back bent forward slightly. Just as she reached the brink of losing control, the motion of his fingers suddenly stopped. Bonita took a shaky breath and straightened her posture.
As soon as her breathing steadied, Teshiel’s fingers began moving again, repeating the same tormenting pattern—just enough to push her to the edge before pausing. Over and over.
Tears welled up in Bonita’s eyes. When she bowed her head, the large opal necklace came into view. I should’ve chosen the necklace… No. This was still better. At least for now.
As Bonita blinked, the tears that had gathered fell, dripping onto her chest. Her dress clung tightly to her body, unintentionally accentuating her b*****s, and now, her n*****s stood e***t, clearly visible through the fabric. Just as her face flushed with embarrassment, a surge of arousal flowed between her legs.
“The next one will be the last.”
“Let them in.”
The words “last one” filled her with immense relief. Just a little longer, I just need to hold on a little longer.
The final commoner to enter was a young man. Like the others before him, he quickly bowed his head the moment his eyes met the Demon King’s gaze. As Teshiel listened to the man’s words, he raised his middle finger and slowly pushed it inside Bonita’s entrance.
The rhythm of his finger sliding in and out gradually increased in speed. The wet sound of her arousal was unmistakable to Bonita’s ears. Tears began to roll down her cheeks again, and she bit down on her lips as hard as she could, praying, Please, please let no one hear this.
Finally, Teshiel began to offer the man a solution. Bonita couldn’t understand what he was saying, but the sound of his voice meant it would all soon be over. However, at the very last moment, Bonita couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped her lips.
“Hnn….”
The young man below the dais, listening intently to Teshiel, raised his head. His gaze landed on the woman standing right beside the Demon King’s throne. She was a beautiful woman dressed in an elegant, expensive gown. The large, royal-looking gemstone necklace around her neck sparkled brilliantly. She had to be a noblewoman of high status.
Yet, for some reason, she stood unnervingly close to the Demon King, tears falling down her face, her expression filled with humiliation. Could it be that the Demon King had abducted her and was tormenting her? The young man quickly lowered his head again when his eyes accidentally met Teshiel’s once more, terrified to stare any longer.
This misunderstanding would later give rise to rumors that the Demon King had kidnapped a neighboring princess, but that would be a story for another time.
It was almost inevitable that, as soon as the audience session ended, Bonita was pulled into the waiting room adjacent to the audience chamber. At least, she thought, she hadn’t been forced to spread her legs in front of the entire court while seated on the throne. That was something to be thankful for.
Bonita found herself draped over the back of the sofa, her hips resting on the backrest. Almost immediately, two fingers thrust into her.
“Aah!”
Bonita moaned, gripping the armrest of the sofa tightly.
“You did well, holding back your voice. This time, there’s no need for that.”
