III. Escape

“Ahhk, ah, ugh… Ah, ah, ah!”

Once again, Bonita found herself trembling atop the desk in the study. As usual, her clothes were half-torn, barely covering her body, and her bruised and stained chest was left to bounce freely. Her legs were draped over Teshiel’s shoulders as she endured the merciless thrusts of his manhood. The desk beneath her was already soaked with the fluids leaking continuously from her core.

The desk in the study was not just a place for work; it was also where Bonita found herself most often spreading her legs. Whether the documents got ruined or ink spilled everywhere, Teshiel didn’t care, fully focused on tormenting Bonita.

“Ah, ha! Ah, ah! Hah, ah! Ah…”

At one point, her body was flipped over onto her stomach. The pace of Teshiel’s thrusts quickened as he pounded into her from behind, and soon after, he released his hot seed inside her. Bonita, limp and exhausted, felt his breath close to her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply before sinking his teeth into her nape.

“Hahh…”

Her hips quivered as she moaned, and despite just finishing, his manhood, still inside her, began to swell again. Almost instantly, it thickened and started moving roughly once more. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“My lord, the banquet is about to begin.”

“…I’ll be there shortly.”

Teshiel scowled slightly as he pulled out of her.

He pulled the bell cord, summoning the maids. With practiced hands, they draped a blanket over the limp and disheveled Bonita on the desk. Moments later, a servant entered, lifting her up effortlessly.

By now, Bonita had always either fainted or collapsed from exhaustion, only to wake up in her room later. So, this was the first time she found herself leaving the study in a conscious state. She realized how she had always been transported like this before.

In her room, the bath was already prepared. When the maids tried to help her wash, Bonita spoke up.

“I can bathe myself today…”

“Very well. Call us if you need anything.”

After the maids left, Bonita submerged herself fully into the hot bath, up to her chin.

What day is it today? How long have I been in the demon lord’s castle?

The grueling days had passed without a single break, and she had lost track of time. She tried to recall how many times the priest had visited… Considering the priest came every five days, it seemed like it had been a little over a month since she arrived.

A month. How am I supposed to survive another eight?

Bonita rubbed her tear-stained cheeks. Then, a sudden realization hit her.

She hadn’t had her period.

Despite being submerged in the hot water, a chill ran through her body. No, it can’t be… She mentally traced the days again, recounting every detail. No matter how she tried, it had been at least six weeks since her last period.

Her vision darkened. She might be carrying the demon lord’s child.

“No… it can’t be… Think clearly, Bonita…”

She pressed her temples, desperately trying to think of any possibility that it wasn’t pregnancy.

The only forms of contraception she knew of were three. One was for a man to release himself outside of the woman, which clearly didn’t apply to her. Avoiding intercourse on fertile days was another method, but again, not an option for her.

The last was to visit the temple of the V****n Goddess to drink a bitter herbal potion, a method she had heard of in passing. It was said to be a vile-tasting, dark concoction. Could someone have secretly mixed it into her food out of pity? But no, she had never tasted anything bitter in the demon lord’s castle.

Perhaps it was just stress and fatigue that delayed her period. Bonita’s cycle was usually quite regular, but it wasn’t impossible for something like this to happen. However, it was unlikely. Teshiel would spill his seed into her womb several times a day. Even if it wasn’t happening now, pregnancy was only a matter of time at this rate.

She couldn’t bear a demon’s child. Especially if that demon was the Demon King. She was nothing more than a plaything, useful only when she could alleviate the King’s suffering by providing pleasure. The moment she could no longer satisfy his desires, she’d lose her value and be discarded. Even if she wasn’t discarded immediately, carrying his child would be the end of her life as she knew it.

Bonita reached a conclusion, panic rising within her.

‘I need to escape.’