I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 33
He’ll definitely have his fill of teasing my n*****s today. The thought made her n*****s stand e***t, forming their shape clearly through the opening. Tears of humiliation welled up in Bonita’s eyes as she glanced down, seeing her own n*****s poking through the slit.
“This way, please.”
As if things couldn’t get worse, the maid leading her took her outside. Bonita hugged the tray tightly against her chest, trying in vain to cover the revealing slit, but as soon as she stepped out into the sunlight, the tears she had been holding back spilled over.
It was also the first time since becoming a servant that Bonita had stepped outside the building. She followed the maid, glancing around nervously as they walked. Teshiel was in the greenhouse.
“My Lord, I look forward to meeting you again. It was an honor to speak with you.”
As soon as they entered the greenhouse, a voice greeted her ears. A rotund man, bowing respectfully, straightened up and turned toward the entrance. Before Bonita had a chance to hide, their eyes met. His gaze quickly dropped to her chest, and his eyes went wide.
“Well…”
The man licked his lips as he passed Bonita, muttering to himself, “What a sight,” before disappearing out of the greenhouse.
“…I brought your tea,” Bonita said quietly, her face flushed red again with humiliation. She set the tray down, hyper-aware of how exposed her n*****s were. As she felt Teshiel’s gaze on her, she focused on setting the teacups in place. But then, he picked up a red rose from the table and, without warning, began teasing her n****e with its petals.
“Mmh…”
The stream of tea wavered in her hands. Teshiel, resting his chin in his hand, pressed the flower against her sensitive n****e harder.
“Still can’t pour properly, I see.”
“S-Sorry, I—ah…”
He twisted her n****e sharply. Here we go again. Before spilling more, Bonita quickly set the teapot down. Teshiel wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and brought his tongue to the exposed part of her b****t. Bonita shuddered at the contact.
Just then, the greenhouse door opened, and two maids walked in to clear the recently used table.
“Hah…”
Bonita instinctively tried to pull away, twisting her body from Teshiel’s grip, but he didn’t allow it. He bit down on her n****e, making her let out a small, stifled whimper.
“Leave one knife. The rest can go,” Teshiel ordered.
“Yes, My Lord,” the maids replied, never looking at Bonita as they swiftly cleared the table. All the while, Bonita endured the sensation of her n*****s being sucked and bitten, praying for the maids to leave.
Finally, after tormenting her long enough, Teshiel released her. Her n*****s, soaked and aching, throbbed as she stepped back, unable to hide or wipe herself clean. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, waiting while Teshiel calmly sipped his tea as if nothing had happened.
In the center of the cleared table, a few bottles of wine had been left behind. Noticing her glance, Teshiel spoke.
“That man’s territory is famous for its vineyards. He came bearing wine, practically begging me not to invade,” Teshiel said, picking up one of the wine glasses beside the bottles. He poured some wine and swirled the glass, bringing it to his nose to savor the aroma.
“The claim that it’s the best vineyard in the Empire wasn’t an exaggeration.”
He handed the glass, now filled, to Bonita.
“Drink.”
“Huh?”
When he extended the glass toward her again, she had no choice but to accept it. The rich aroma teased her senses, and when she cautiously let a drop slide across her lips, the taste was smooth, full of depth, and lingered pleasantly on her tongue.
“Well?”
Pouring the same wine into his own glass, Teshiel watched her expectantly. Bonita wasn’t used to alcohol, but perhaps it was the reputation of the wine that made it taste so… luxurious.
“It… it’s delicious,” she answered hesitantly.
“Then finish the glass.”
“…Yes.”
Bonita closed her eyes tightly and gulped the wine down in a few large swigs.
“Ha-ha-ha.”
Startled by the sound of Teshiel laughing out loud, Bonita opened her eyes. He chuckled, clearly amused.
“I didn’t mean for you to drink it all at once like that.”
Her face red as she covered her cheek with one hand and glanced at him. The golden gleam in his eyes seemed even more radiant as he laughed—like the light of the sun.
