I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 43
“Then I’ll tell her to keep waiting,” the footsteps outside faded into the distance. Bonita, half-bent over and holding onto the bookshelf as Teshiel thrust into her from behind, gasped as he gripped her b*****s with both hands and pulled her toward him.
“Haa…!”
As her upper body shook and lifted, he bit down on her earlobe, asking in a low, teasing voice,
“Why has the priestess come again?”
“Hnn… Ugh… Mm…”
“Didn’t the treatment finish yesterday?”
“She said… Aah! It was… too much… and that she… would check on me… Oh! …today…”
Bonita’s answer only made Teshiel smirk, his laugh dark and quiet.
“You think I don’t know that’s a lie?”
“Ahn…!”
“No matter,” Teshiel muttered, picking up the pace.
“Just remember this—next time, this is going to happen in the middle of the Imperial capital’s square.”
Bonita had no other clothes besides her nightgown, so she was left with no choice but to wear the same outfit she had worn that morning when she was guided to the parlor. The dress, which exposed her back all the way down to her hips, hadn’t torn anywhere yet, so she considered that a small blessing. As long as she could keep her back from being seen, she thought she might be able to manage the situation.
“Bonita! How are you feeling today?”
“Y-Yes… I’m fine.”
Seeing Milia’s concerned expression as she looked at her, Bonita felt tears well up in her eyes for no apparent reason.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
Bonita quickly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Milia gently took her arm, guiding her to sit on the sofa, and then sat down across from her.
“I’ve looked into it. I even went to the High Priest for advice, but when I couldn’t get a straight answer, I spent all night sneaking into the temple’s restricted library. You have no idea how much I sweated through it… Anyway, here’s the conclusion: It’s not impossible.”
Bonita’s face went pale, but Milia quickly waved her hands and continued speaking.
“Wait, listen. I’ll explain everything step by step. First of all, there’s absolutely no chance of a child being conceived between a human man and a demon woman. The only possibility is between a human woman and a demon man, but even that is usually impossible. The reason is, well… the demon’s… um… fluids—yes, that’s it!—contain magic. And magic, as you know, is the power of the Demon Lords, which acts like poison in a human’s body. So, any woman who receives a demon’s fluids inside her temporarily loses the ability to conceive.”
“T-Then… am I…?”
“The missed cycle is probably because of that. But, it’s temporary. It usually lasts three days, up to a week at most… After that, if there’s no more contact, your reproductive system should go back to normal.”
It was a relief—it wasn’t pregnancy, just temporary infertility. Yet, Bonita’s expression remained conflicted.
“Then… when can a pregnancy happen?”
“Well…”
Milia hesitated for a moment before answering.
“It can only happen if a demon male deliberately removes the magic from his fluids, with the intention of causing pregnancy.”
“So, you’re saying that if His Majesty, the Demon King, wanted it to happen… I could become pregnant anytime?”
“Oh, but in that case, a human woman would notice immediately. It’s said that… well…”
Milia’s face turned beet red.
“The demon’s fluids are… hotter than usual, so the sensation inside would… feel different. Is that true?”
Now, Bonita’s face flushed bright red too. She nodded silently.
“If the magic was removed, the temperature would drop, becoming similar to, or even lower than, human body temperature. So, if you’ve never felt a cold sensation, then… you’re not pregnant.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that… I think…”
Bonita wasn’t entirely sure. There had been times when she had passed out during it. But every time she was conscious, it had always felt hot. Her heart raced.
Even after Milia left and Bonita returned to her room, the pounding in her chest didn’t stop. She couldn’t understand why her heart kept racing. She should have felt relieved to know she wasn’t pregnant. So why did this unsettling feeling persist?
Bonita lay on her side, staring at the door that connected her room to Teshiel’s. Suddenly, she sat up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and gripping the lock. But she couldn’t summon the courage to turn it.
Should she lock the door? Could she? Would it even matter? Could a simple lock stop the Demon King from entering her room? What if it only angered him and turned what could have been two hours into five?
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to lock the door. She returned to the bed, knowing full well that escape was impossible. To leave the room, she’d have to pass through Teshiel’s chamber or worse, cross through it entirely. Climbing out the window wasn’t an option either.
Even if, by some miracle, she escaped while Teshiel was away, she would be caught eventually. And when that happened, she was certain her punishment would be carried out in the middle of the city square, with her legs forced wide apart for all to see.
The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine. Bonita pulled the blanket over her head, curling up tightly beneath it. The room she was in now, compared to her previous one, was luxurious, fit for royalty. But the fact that she couldn’t leave whenever she wanted made it feel like a prison. And the door, which could open at any moment, was like a constant threat.
“Just hold on until December.”
She had heard that once she turned twenty-one, she wouldn’t be able to serve in this way any longer. Perhaps it was due to a blessing from some god she wasn’t fully aware of, but she would no longer be useful to the demons. If that were the case, then Teshiel would have no reason to keep her. There would be no need for him to control his magic just to ensure she could carry his child. If she could endure until the end of the year, it would all be over.
Bonita quietly wept under the blanket until, at some point, she fell asleep. No footsteps approached her room throughout the night, and by morning, no one had entered her room.
