I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 39
He slung her over his shoulder like a sack of goods and carried her out of the room. From her precarious position atop his towering frame, Bonita trembled with fear and anxiety.
Teshiel brought her to his own bedroom. She was tossed onto the massive, soft bed with little care. Just as he had never entered her room before, this was the first time Bonita had seen his.
“Hah…”
Without hesitation, Teshiel grabbed the front of her nightgown and tore it apart in one swift motion, leaving her exposed. The necklace she had hidden in her pocket clattered to the floor, rolling across the room. In an instant, she was completely bare.
His face was devoid of emotion. Sometimes, when she defied him, there would be a slight furrow in his brow, but now, even that was absent. With an expressionless gaze, he pressed down on her thighs, forcing her legs apart. His fingers thrust between them.
“…Ugh.”
Her entrance was tight from anxiety, dry and painful. Bonita bit her lip, letting out a faint groan. No matter what she said or did, nothing would stop him now. She endured the sting as his mechanical movements gradually caused her to moisten between her legs. When she was sufficiently wet, he withdrew his fingers.
With cold, detached eyes, Teshiel stared down at her as he began to undress. His outer garments were thrown to the floor, followed by his tie and cufflinks. With each button he unfastened, more of his bare skin was revealed—skin Bonita had never seen before.
Though trembling in fear, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Teshiel. His enormous, unyielding presence wasn’t just limited to his massive length—his body, built of pure muscle, radiated raw power. Human clothing must have concealed the full extent of his strength until now.
When he finally stripped off the last of his clothes, the familiar, daunting sight of the very thing that had pushed Bonita to her limits was revealed. Did it seem larger and more rigid than usual, or was it just her imagination?
“Haa…”
“L-Lord Teshiel…”
“I don’t want to tear you apart just yet, so… do it.”
Terrified, Bonita reached out with trembling hands and grasped his s***t. With tears welling in her eyes, she extended her tongue and slowly licked every part of his immense, heated member.
As it glistened from her mouth, Teshiel pressed her down onto the bed and spread her legs wide. His cold, unwavering eyes locked onto hers as he slowly began to push inside.
“Agh…”
Bonita clutched the bed sheets, unable to withstand the pain. The rushed, almost nonexistent foreplay had done little to prepare her. Just as he had promised, he barely refrained from tearing her apart. But Teshiel didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, steadily forcing the overwhelming mass into her, as her inner walls strained against him.
“Hah, ah… ugh…”
Her insides felt as though they were on fire. Bonita’s chest heaved with each ragged breath as tears brimmed in her eyes. Teshiel buried himself fully, lowering his body until his firm chest pressed against her sensitive n*****s, crushing her soft b*****s beneath him. His teeth grazed her earlobe.
“Were you planning to make me pour my own tea?” he growled.
“No… no, it’s not like that…”
In the shock of realizing she might be pregnant, she hadn’t had the mental space to think about such things. The only thought in her head had been to escape—from the demon lord, from the future that seemed destined to shatter her completely. But how could she say any of that?
Teshiel thrust hard.
“Hnngh!”
“Did you think I’d drink the tea the servants bring?”
“No… ah, no… ngh, it’s not that…”
“Or maybe you were planning to push another woman into your place instead.”
“Agh! A-out…”
With every thrust, tears streamed down Bonita’s cheeks from the pain. Teshiel pressed down on her, giving no reprieve, his massive body crushing her beneath its weight. She could barely breathe, each movement sending shockwaves through her frail body, forcing her to endure it all.
Teshiel showed no mercy, continuing his rough movements until he spilled himself deep inside her. Throughout it all, Bonita wasn’t allowed to reach her climax—a stark contrast to how she would usually be left utterly undone, having come multiple times. Teshiel, having purposefully satisfied his own desires first, leaned in and sucked gently on her neck.
