I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 73
VII. Imprisonment
Bonita lay on the altar of the temple, her limbs bound tightly, leaving her completely exposed. The cold surface of the stone beneath her sent shivers through her body, amplifying her helplessness. Above her, the statue of Larifinas gazed down, its serene smile fixed directly between her spread legs, almost as if it were scrutinizing her most intimate parts.
“Ah!”
She gasped in shock, trying to close her legs, but the bindings held her firmly in place. The statue, still smiling benevolently, reached out, its stone fingers delicately brushing her c******s. A sharp jolt of sensation shot through her, and a mixture of sacred oil, arousal, and Teshiel’s seed spilled from her in response.
I’m scared. My lord, where are you? My lord…
Terrified, Bonita’s eyes darted around, searching desperately for him. Suddenly, she heard Teshiel’s voice from somewhere nearby.
“So, you wanted to run from me that badly?”
His voice was heavy with anger. Hot tears welled up in Bonita’s eyes.
“No! No, it’s a misunderstanding! I came here because I wanted to stay by your side for as long as I could! I was trying to erase my name from the divine register. Please, believe me… it’s the truth!”
“Lie! It’s all a lie!”
Another voice interrupted—one of the priests.
“Those who seek to erase their names from the register are cowards who wish for death but lack the courage to take their own lives. They wish to be abandoned by the gods, to die slowly and fade from this world, despicable creatures without the resolve to end it themselves.”
“Did you want to escape from me, even in death?”
Teshiel’s voice lowered, filled with pain, as if wounded. It was a voice of deep anguish. Bonita, in a panic, cried out desperately.
“No, no, it’s not like that! Lord Rento! You know, don’t you? I told you everything!”
This time, Rento’s voice answered, filled with regret.
“Bonita, you asked me not to tell anyone. I must keep my promise.”
“Please, forget that promise! Lord Rento? Lord Rento…”
Bonita thrashed on the altar, but bound as she was, all she could do was sob and scream helplessly.
“Please… My lord, that’s not what happened. I really—”
“I don’t need to hear any more.”
His wounded voice turned cold.
“So, you really wanted to run away from me. Very well, I’ll grant your wish. As of today, you’re dismissed. Return to your father’s house.”
“My Lord, no! No, Teshiel!”
She cried out desperately, but the sound of his footsteps grew distant until it disappeared entirely. Bonita broke into sobs. She had been abandoned, bound to the altar beneath the deity’s statue. The statue of Larifinas, still smiling, lowered its head between her legs, roughly licking her exposed womanhood. It devoured everything that flowed from her.
“Hng…”
Bonita gasped as she opened her eyes. Her vision was shrouded in darkness, covered by a black cloth. The space between her legs felt warm—no, more precisely, a soft, wet tongue was slowly licking her c******s. Wet sounds, accompanied by hot breaths, reached her entrance.
“Haah…”
Her hips trembled as she let out a moan. The overwhelming pleasure surged through her, igniting her body. There was only one person who could stimulate her this way.
“Ah… My Lord…”
“I was wrong.”
Teshiel’s gentle voice reached her ears.
“I won’t lose my temper like that again… Forget the ‘My Lord’ honorifics, call me by my name.”
Teshiel pressed his tongue flat against her, licking slowly up her entire womanhood.
“Haah.”
Bonita’s hips jerked upward involuntarily. She instinctively tried to brace her hands on the floor, but something resisted. Her hands wouldn’t move freely.
“Ah!”
Both her wrists were bound above her head, secured to something. The sensation of softness and warmth against her back and hips was familiar. She realized she was tied up on Teshiel’s bed, blindfolded.
A large hand gently caressed her waist and abdomen as though soothing her, while his hot tongue relentlessly worked her swollen c******s, rolling and licking it continuously. She couldn’t remember if she had passed out or fallen asleep, but the stimulation built steadily, bringing her close to the edge.
She tried to speak, but only moans escaped her lips. As she approached climax, her body trembled, and she gasped for air.
“Ah… haah… haa…”
