I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 45
She checked the teacup, noticing there was still a bit of tea left, and then turned her gaze to Teshiel’s profile. His face, with its overwhelming masculinity, was unlike anyone else in the room. During the meetings, he wore that serious expression, but no one knew how those golden eyes would change when he grabbed her by the hips and pushed himself between her legs…
‘What’s wrong with me?’ Bonita thought, pressing her hands to her flushed cheeks. She forced herself to listen to the ongoing meeting.
“…We can’t just leave the dragon as it is…”
“…The lower species the dragon controls…”
“…Perhaps we could ask for assistance from the Demon Realm…”
But focusing on a meeting that had nothing to do with her was difficult when her body remembered Teshiel’s heated touch so vividly. Teshiel hadn’t done anything, yet in her mind, he had already taken her, again and again.
‘Get it together,’ Bonita scolded herself, biting her lip as she refilled the empty teacup. But before she could fill it completely, the teapot ran dry.
It was the first time she had ever emptied the teapot while pouring. What now? Should she go out to get more tea?
Just then, Teshiel spoke.
“It seems the tea is finished. You may return to your room for now.”
It was a dismissal.
For the first time, Bonita returned to her room without being touched in any way. She sat on the edge of her bed, her expression blank.
‘So, even a day like this can happen…’
It felt odd, but it was a rare opportunity to rest. She took her time with dinner and enjoyed a long bath. For once, she washed herself, applied fragrant oils, and combed her hair slowly until it dried. Then, she changed into her nightgown and lay down in bed.
But sleep wouldn’t come.
Why hadn’t he touched her today? Was he still in the meeting? Or… had he grown tired of her? The dress had exposed so much—on any other day, surely he would have…
Bonita’s hand timidly reached to touch her own chest. Her body still felt warm from the bath. When her fingers brushed against her n*****s, a strange, awkward sensation spread through her. If it had been the Demon King, surely… Gathering courage, she gently pinched her n****e, feeling it stiffen beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.
She closed her eyes, imagining Teshiel’s hands caressing her. She moved her own hands as if following the path of his touch. His imagined hands cupped her b*****s, slid down her waist, and finally lifted her nightgown, heading between her legs. Bonita began to rub her c******s the way Teshiel often did.
“Mm… Ah…”
A soft sigh escaped her lips as her core began to grow wet. One hand teased her c******s, while the other toyed with her n*****s, and soon the heat between her legs intensified. She felt a light climax wash over her, as if guided by Teshiel’s imagined touch. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Hesitating briefly, Bonita carefully slipped one of her fingers into her entrance. Her slender finger felt nothing like Teshiel’s. Still, she moved her hand, imagining it was his finger inside her.
“Ah… My Lord…”
Just then, the door connecting her room to Teshiel’s—one that hadn’t opened since her first day—swung open suddenly.
Bonita froze in place. The heat from her bath still lingered, and she hadn’t bothered to cover herself with a blanket. Her nightgown was already pulled up to her waist, leaving her lower body completely exposed. Slowly, she turned her head, her finger still buried inside her, and met Teshiel’s gaze.
His golden eyes widened momentarily before a sly smile curved his lips. Teshiel entered the room, pulled a chair over, and positioned it precisely where he had a clear view between her legs. Crossing one leg over the other, he sat down with a radiant smile and commanded,
“Continue.”
“M-My Lord…”
“Continue. It’s very entertaining.”
