I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 4
As soon as Bonita returned to her assigned room, the tears she had been holding back began to spill.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and even more, she couldn’t believe how wet she had become between her legs.
Her clothes weren’t in the room, taken away by the maids, leaving only a bed and a nightgown. Bonita grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it tightly around her before rushing to find the hiring manager she had met the day before.
“I quit! I can’t do this anymore!”
“What are you talking about, Miss Bonita? Where else in the world will you find a job this easy?”
The man’s expression was shameless.
“Easy? You told me I’d just be serving tea and running errands.”
“And? What else did you do besides serving tea?”
Bonita was momentarily speechless. How could she bring herself to admit that her body had been touched and toyed with without her consent?
“Did His Majesty make any improper demands? I doubt it. At most, he probably just told you not to spill the tea.”
“No, it’s not that!”
“Then what is it? What was so difficult? All you have to do is stay still and follow orders.”
His words made Bonita clutch the blanket covering her body even tighter.
“You knew, didn’t you? You knew exactly what would happen, and you tricked me.”
“So what? How else do you think you’re going to make that kind of money? Go out onto the streets and sell your body to every worthless man you come across, and you still wouldn’t earn half as much. Isn’t it better to just spread your legs for the Demon King? You’ll make plenty of money, and who knows, you might even enjoy it.”
“Spread… my legs?”
Bonita’s face flushed bright red, half from fury and half from shame.
“Exactly. How else are you going to pay off your father’s gambling debts, Miss Bonita? If you miss this opportunity, you’ll end up in the brothel sooner or later.”
“How do you…?”
Bonita had never mentioned why she needed the money, not even once. The man must have done his research on her. He gave a sly smile as he pulled a crystal orb from his desk drawer. A recorded scene, etched by magic, began to play.
—So, you agree to work until December 30th of this year, right, Miss Bonita?
—Yes, I understand. Thank you.
Bonita stared in disbelief at the version of herself from yesterday, her expression now full of regret. What was she even thankful for?
“I clearly explained the terms of the job, and you agreed to them, Miss Bonita. If you quit now, you’ll be breaching the contract and will have to pay a penalty. Oh, and you broke a teapot, didn’t you? If you can’t pay, you’ll be taken to court and likely end up in prison. I wonder how much fun the prison in the Demon King’s castle would be… but if you want to find out, I won’t stop you.”
Even though she had come here on her own, responding to the job notice, Bonita felt like she had fallen into a trap.
Seeing her standing there, on the verge of tears, the man clicked his tongue in irritation. Then, with a voice laced with false sympathy, he continued.
“Miss Bonita, this isn’t such a terrible job. Like I said yesterday, it’s actually a very important one.”
How could serving tea and being harassed be considered important? Bonita bit her lip.
“His Majesty, the Demon King, is incredibly ruthless and brutal. But when there’s a woman by his side serving him tea, he doesn’t kill anyone.”
“…What?”
“Do you understand? If you stay close to the Demon King, you could be saving the lives of everyone in the castle.”
“What are you talking about? That makes no sense…”
“It’s true. So, think of it as saving lives… and just serve tea for the next ten months.”
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Bonita hadn’t slept a single wink all night, yet morning came as relentlessly as ever.
As soon as she finished the simple breakfast delivered to her room, the same two maids who had stripped her yesterday reappeared. This time, they were holding a new set of clothes. Yesterday’s outfit had been white, but today’s was red. Not that the color mattered—Bonita was certain this one would be just as unsuitable as the last.
“…I don’t want to wear it. Please give me my own clothes back.”
“If you don’t cooperate and let us help you change, we’ll send male servants to dress you starting tomorrow.”
Her protest fell on deaf ears, and in no time, she was forced into the new outfit.
