I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 5
Today’s dress left her shoulders and arms completely exposed, wrapping around her chest and underarms, falling straight down in a sleek design. Unlike yesterday’s sheer fabric, this one wasn’t transparent. However, it featured a slit along one side that ran all the way up to her underarm. With every step she took, the back of the dress fluttered, revealing her side, thighs, and the curve of her hips. And once again, she was denied the option of wearing any undergarments.
Whistle~!
One of the guards whistled, and another grinned as he slipped his hand inside the back of Bonita’s dress and gave her bottom a quick squeeze before letting go. Bonita, holding the tray with both hands, was powerless to do anything about it. Her face twisted in distress as she bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. With no other choice, she walked through the door the whistling guard had opened for her.
The Demon King was seated once again, his hand covering his forehead. However, this time, as Bonita entered, he lifted his head, removing his hand.
“I… I’ve brought the tea.”
Bonita’s voice trembled. Now that she knew what was likely to happen, her feet felt rooted to the ground. She stood there, shaking with the tray in her hands, unable to move. The Demon King tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
“The tea. You need to pour it.”
“…Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Demon King, arms crossed, watched as Bonita, her face pale with fear, approached and began setting the tea set on the table. As she placed the cup down and reached for the teapot, his hand snaked into the slit of her dress. Bonita gasped, holding her breath.
“Let’s see if you manage not to break the teapot today.”
At the same time, he twisted her n****e. Bonita clenched her lips shut, trying desperately not to make a sound. His fingers pinched and kneaded her b*****s roughly, making her hands tremble uncontrollably. Tea spilled over the edges of the cup, trickling onto the table. Somehow, she managed to fill the cup halfway before hurriedly setting the teapot down. In that moment, the Demon King’s hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.
“…!”
Bonita lost her balance and fell onto the Demon King’s lap.
“S-Sorry…!”
She tried to get up quickly, but the Demon King held her down. She was forced to sit on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. His hand, which had slipped through the slit of her dress, still hadn’t released her b****t.
“The tea overflowed.”
He squeezed her chest so tightly it hurt.
“I-I’ll pour it again…”
“It’s too late.”
With his other hand, the Demon King wrapped his fingers around her neck. Bonita’s pulse thudded wildly beneath his palm. As he tightened his grip, she gasped for air, and he shoved three fingers into her open mouth.
“Suck.”
Without understanding what was happening, Bonita obediently sucked on the fingers swirling inside her mouth. After a few moments, when they were wet enough, the Demon King tore the slit in her dress wide open. This time, her lower body was fully exposed.
“Ah…!”
Bonita instinctively tried to close her legs, but before she could, the Demon King’s palm came down hard on the inside of her thigh with a loud smack.
“Spread your legs.”
“Hng… h-hic…”
Her fair, delicate skin quickly turned a flushed pink where he had struck her. Trembling with tension, Bonita hesitantly parted her legs slightly.
“Wider.”
With no other choice, she obeyed his command, and immediately, his fingers slipped between her thighs. The fingers, wet with her saliva, parted her folds and slid down the middle. Bonita’s entire body tensed.
One of his hands pressed down, rubbing her c******s, while the other continued to toy with her n****e. With stimulation both above and below, Bonita’s mind became a blur. She couldn’t close her legs again, nor could she pull his hands away. All she could do was feel every sensation coursing through her. Eventually, unable to hold it in any longer, soft moans began to escape her lips.
“Ah, p-please, hng… aah… M-Majesty, please… please…”
Each time Bonita begged, the Demon King responded with a low, mocking chuckle near her ear. He licked her flushed earlobe before speaking again.
“Please, what? Are you going to ask me to let you pour the tea properly again?”
Bonita nodded quickly, desperate.
“I don’t think so.”
