I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 63
He was a demon, and she was human. They were from entirely different worlds, and on top of that, he was a king, while she was nothing more than a maid. The idea of love was utterly out of reach for someone like her.
There was evidence. Though he would mark her body all over, leaving her skin bruised and flushed, he never kissed her on the lips. Not even once. Their lips had never even brushed. Perhaps he was saving that for the rightful partner he would take someday, the one deserving of such intimacy. Bonita, she thought, was not worthy of that.
But when it came to possessiveness, that was a different story. Bonita looked into his golden eyes—those eyes filled with obsession and madness. Once, his threat to take her in front of a crowd, right in the middle of a public square, had made her shudder in terror. Now, recalling it filled her with a strange sense of exhilaration. She knew that no matter where she ran or hid, Teshiel would find her, tear her clothes off in front of everyone, and she would willingly spread her legs. Because she belonged to him.
Perhaps, Bonita thought, the one who was truly obsessed wasn’t Teshiel—it was her. She couldn’t live without him anymore. The idea of life without him was inconceivable.
‘December…’
It was already early summer. Only six months remained.
‘Will I be cast out of the Demon Lord’s castle when December comes? Will I truly never serve him again?’
Her chest tightened painfully at the thought.
Once December passed, he would find another girl, another twenty-year-old to serve tea in her place. That girl, too, would cry at first, resisting what he did to her, but eventually, she would fall for him, just as Bonita had. Who wouldn’t fall for him?
The image of another woman crying and spreading her legs for him, of Teshiel biting and smelling another woman’s neck, filled Bonita with sudden tears.
No. She couldn’t hope for the title of his consort, that was beyond her reach, but at the very least, she wanted to be the one to satisfy his desires, to ease his pain.
“You’re distracted.”
Teshiel’s voice jolted Bonita from her thoughts. His golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous beauty.
“Have I been too gentle?”
“No, I— I’m sorry… Ah! Ahh, ah!”
Her mind went completely blank, like a white sheet of paper, as Teshiel thrust into her harder. Soon, Bonita was incapable of thinking at all.
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The next day, after work, Bonita returned to her room and opened the wardrobe. Inside were a few sets of ordinary clothes and undergarments. Although she still had the freedom to go wherever she wished during her free time, she had rarely taken advantage of it. Teshiel had never revoked the permission he had granted her before leaving on the dragon expedition.
The clothes in the wardrobe were meant for those free moments, and while all the necessary pieces were provided, one thing was conspicuously missing—the corset. Despite everything else being there, she had never felt the need to wear any of them. The exhaustion she felt had always kept her from leaving the castle.
It was still early, well before dinner, and she had at least three or four hours before Teshiel would return to his chambers. Bonita removed the dress that barely covered her chest and laid it aside before slipping into one of the outfits from the wardrobe. She gathered her hair to hide the marks on her neck as best she could, then quietly left her room.
“Miss Bonita? What brings you here?”
Rento, surprised, opened the door to her knock. His office was located near Teshiel’s own study, so Bonita, hoping to avoid being caught by him, spoke quickly in a hushed voice.
“Um, I have something to talk about. Could I trouble you for a moment?”
“Of course, please come in.”
Rento opened the door wider and gestured for her to enter. Bonita took a seat on the chair he indicated, and Rento sat across from her.
“So, what is it you’d like to discuss?”
“It’s a personal question… if you don’t mind.”
“What do you want to know?”
Bonita hesitated for a moment before speaking.
