I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 62
Though he had already planned to ravage her again, Teshiel made a show of talking about punishment, flipping Bonita onto her stomach. In the process, the ribbon binding her hands tugged, and the stockings tore further with a loud rip. Tears finally spilled from Bonita’s eyes, and with a satisfied grin, Teshiel thrust himself back between her legs. Bonita’s body twisted in response, a sharp cry escaping her. She had to endure him again, over and over, until she was half-conscious from the intensity.
During the day, she wore clothes that were barely clothes and served tea, only to be filled by him whenever they were alone. Even after her work ended and she returned to her room, Teshiel would burst through the door without warning. Sometimes, he’d take her in her own bed; other times, she’d be dragged to his chamber and made to scream until morning. Every day and night felt like being with a wild beast in endless coupling.
That night was no different. Exhausted, Bonita had fallen into a light sleep, only to be woken by the heavy sensation pressing between her legs. She let out a sleepy moan, her body rousing in response. Despite having emptied himself inside her so many times in his office earlier that day, Teshiel showed no signs of fatigue. In her dazed state, Bonita mindlessly moved her hips in rhythm with him, faintly hearing his low laughter at her ear. She wasn’t sure when she drifted off, but she eventually fell back asleep in his arms.
“Mm…”
What woke Bonita was a soft, tickling sensation brushing against her forehead. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sprawled across Teshiel’s chest. It seemed she had fallen asleep after riding him the night before. The sensation she felt was her own hair being lightly stroked. Teshiel was playing with her hair, twirling it around his fingertips.
“Looks like I woke you.”
“Y-Your Majesty… ah…”
Bonita quickly tried to sit up, only to flinch and freeze when a sharp slap landed on her rear. Teshiel grabbed her waist, pulling her back down to lie against his chest once again.
“What did I tell you to call me?”
“Lord Teshiel…”
“Good.”
He resumed softly running his fingers through her hair. Bonita obediently rested her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. After a long silence, she hesitantly spoke in a small voice.
“May I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Why are you here, in the human world?”
If he had stayed in the demon realm, he wouldn’t need to drink tea or take her so forcefully.
Teshiel continued to toy with her hair, his voice calm and indifferent.
“I thought I might try interacting with humans for a while.”
“Has it been successful?”
“Better than doing nothing.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay here until you achieve something?”
“Maybe. Why do you ask?”
Bonita fell silent, her fingers tracing lightly along the muscles of his chest as she muttered softly,
“I was just wondering… if the Demon King stays here for so long, what happens to the demon realm?”
“It’ll be fine even if I’m gone for a few decades. It runs smoothly without me.”
“So… you’re not planning on going back anytime soon?”
“Why, are you worried I’ll leave? Would you prefer if I disappeared?”
“I did not say that.”
“Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
In an instant, her world flipped, and Bonita found herself pinned beneath him. Teshiel’s hands gripped her b*****s, and his lips latched onto one of her n*****s.
“I’ll make sure you can’t think such thoughts again.”
“Ah, I wasn’t… ahh, ah…”
The idea that she wished for him to return to the demon realm hadn’t even crossed her mind. In fact, she wanted the opposite. She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted him to stay, to keep holding her like this.
As she spread her legs beneath him, Bonita realized something: being in his arms made her feel so good, so happy. She wanted to remain his plaything forever. What did it matter? She was likely the thing he cherished most among his possessions.
‘I know he doesn’t love me.’
The thought came unbidden, and it startled her.
Love?
