I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 41
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She had no sense of how much longer she had suffered. Nor could she remember when she had passed out. When Bonita finally opened her eyes, she was still lying in Teshiel’s bed. He was nowhere to be seen, and nothing else had replaced him between her legs. Bonita realized, belatedly, that her body had been cleaned. She could smell a faint scent of soap, and the sheets covering her were fresh.
Her entire body ached. She didn’t have the strength to move even a finger, so she remained still, closing her eyes once more.
She must have dozed off again because the next time she woke, Teshiel was sitting right in front of her. Arms crossed, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her.
“You awake?”
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her and pulled her upright. He stacked pillows and cushions behind her back, making sure she was sitting up before placing a small tray table on her lap. On it sat bread, soup, eggs, and some fruit—simple, yet nourishing.
“Eat. Before I feed you myself.”
His voice was a low growl, more of a threat than a suggestion.
What master feeds his servant? Yet, here she was, lying in her master’s bed, being served breakfast. The absurdity of the situation almost made her smile, a faint trace of amusement flickering across her lips. But the last thing she wanted was to actually be fed by Teshiel, so she forced herself to tear off a piece of bread and dip it into the soup.
Teshiel crossed his long legs as he sat in the chair beside the bed, silently watching Bonita eat. It was hard enough to eat when she had no appetite, but with him staring at her so closely, the food seemed even harder to swallow. After finishing about half, she set down her spoon.
“Is that all you normally eat?”
“…I’ve had enough.”
“That’s too little.”
Teshiel grumbled as he took the table away, though he didn’t force her to eat more. His strange kindness made Bonita feel uneasy, so she tried to sit up in bed.
“Stay where you are.”
He gently pushed her shoulder down.
“I’ve called the priestess. She should be here soon.”
“The priestess?”
It wasn’t time for their usual visit, so had he called them in especially? It felt like adding insult to injury, a gesture that almost mocked her.
Still, she was grateful. Not only did she need to heal her body after being especially tormented, but there was something important she needed to ask.
“Thank you for calling them early.”
At that, Teshiel let out a small chuckle and lightly knocked on the door. The door opened, and Milia walked in.
“Hello! I was told there was an urgent patient… And of course, it’s you, Bonita.”
Milia shook her head in dismay at the sight of Bonita lying in bed. Teshiel plopped back down into his chair, nodding towards the priestess.
“Hurry up and start the treatment.”
Bonita’s face flushed a deep red. Milia’s treatment involved softly stroking the affected areas with her hands, and that was something Bonita would never want anyone else to witness. Even Teshiel, who had already seen every part of her body, was no exception. Furthermore, there was something Bonita needed to ask Milia—something Teshiel must never hear.
“My Lord…”
“Sir Demon King, please step out.”
Noticing Bonita’s expression, Milia firmly gestured toward the door. Teshiel gave an incredulous smile.
“And why would I?”
“Because nothing will work with someone blessed by the Thirteen Demon Gods nearby. Remember, I’m merely borrowing the power of Hasreta for this healing.”
“…Fine.”
Seeing the young priestess stand her ground even in front of the Demon King, Teshiel rose from his seat. Without another word, he left the room.
“Thank you, Milia.”
“No need to thank me. Now, let’s see why the Demon King was so quick to call me in.”
As Milia pulled back the sheet covering Bonita’s body, she momentarily lost her words. Shaking her head, she began the treatment. Her face flushed as her hands gently glided over Bonita’s body, and she murmured under her breath.
“How long has it been…? This… you’re so swollen. This is too much…”
