I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 31
“Ah, ngh, hnn…!”
“Isn’t it so much better to let me hear it?”
Was he being sincere, or was he just teasing her again? Either way, after enduring his torment in the audience chamber, Bonita was too exhausted to do anything but moan and let herself be shaken helplessly by his movements. Each time his fingers thrust inside her, his palm slapped against her rear, and the opal necklace around her neck bounced off her chest, its weight making it jostle with every movement.
“Aah… ah… hngh, aaah!”
Having been teased relentlessly throughout the audience session, it didn’t take long for Bonita to reach her climax. Her body trembled as she let out a high-pitched moan, her body collapsing weakly over the sofa’s backrest.
Then she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled behind her.
“M-My Lord… please…”
She had no idea where she found the courage, but Bonita managed to squeeze out the words.
“Please, let me take off the necklace… or better yet, take it back… please…”
The sound of the belt being undone halted. Instead, a warm hand slid over her rear and up her back, caressing her skin. Teshiel grasped the ribbon at the back of her dress and pulled it loose, undoing the buttons along with it.
“Take off the dress.”
His cold voice sent a shiver down Bonita’s spine. Why did I say that… why did I ask for that…? Trembling, she removed her dress and placed it carefully on the sofa.
Teshiel effortlessly lifted her up and carried her to a corner of the waiting room. There, a large mirror stood, the same one used to check appearances before entering the audience chamber. He placed her down facing the mirror, then gently gathered her disheveled hair, pulling it from her shoulders and chest, sweeping it behind her.
“You don’t seem to realize how well that necklace suits you. It wouldn’t hurt to see it for yourself, would it?”
At his words, Bonita reluctantly looked at her reflection. Staring back at her was a terrified woman, her cheeks streaked with tear marks. The only things she wore were long, sky-blue gloves, silk stockings, and a garter belt. Around her neck, the large opal necklace gleamed with iridescent colors. It was a piece far too grand for a mere servant girl.
Behind her stood Teshiel, towering over her by more than a head. He was impeccably dressed for the audience day, not a single flaw in his appearance. In the mirror, their eyes met. His golden irises burned with a strange intensity.
Teshiel’s hand slid down to caress her waist. His hands slowly moved up to her chest, and he buried his nose against the nape of her neck. As his hands cupped her b*****s, his fingers began to tease her n*****s. In that moment, Bonita realized exactly what was about to happen.
“Hah… M-My Lord…”
As she tried to turn away, both her n*****s were twisted sharply at the same time.
“Aah…!”
“If you take your eyes off the mirror even once, I’ll show you what else I can do with that necklace.”
With no other choice, Bonita turned her gaze back to her reflection in the mirror. The sight of those large, caramel-colored hands mercilessly toying with her pale b*****s made her face flush a deep red.
One of Teshiel’s hands slipped down her stomach and between her legs. The inside of her sky-blue silk stockings was now soaked, darkening with moisture. His fingers began to rub her c******s, and as they did, more of her arousal flowed down, leaving even darker stains. Bonita moaned softly, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Open your eyes.”
The command, paired with a bite on her earlobe, made her obey. She found herself staring at her own reflection, watching her face grow redder as both her n*****s and c******s were teased simultaneously. His teeth grazed the skin along her neck, sucking and biting, making the heat between her legs burn hotter.
“Aah… Ngh… Haa…”
The face staring back at her was unfamiliar—she had never seen herself like this before, flushed with both shame and pleasure. The expression didn’t even feel like her own.
“Aah, ah… Hngh… Haah…!”
Her entrance tightened involuntarily, and another rush of her juices spilled out, causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably. Bonita reached out, one hand bracing against the mirror to stop herself from collapsing. Her breath was ragged as Teshiel grabbed her other wrist, pressing both hands against the glass. Then, he freed himself.
