I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 76
Teshiel set her down, and the cold porcelain of the toilet made Bonita shiver slightly. Yet, she didn’t hear his footsteps leaving the room. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel his presence right in front of her, watching her closely. When he showed no sign of leaving after a few moments, Bonita’s face contorted in distress.
“I… I told you I needed to use the bathroom…”
“And that’s why I brought you here, no?”
“But… but.”
The unbearable pressure building in her bladder made Bonita’s thighs tremble. She was squeezing her legs together tightly, trying desperately to hold on. Teshiel’s hands rested on her tightly clenched knees. Gently but firmly, he spread her legs apart. Then, with his fingers hooked through the leather cuffs, he lifted her hands—still bound—above her head, exposing her fully to him.
It wasn’t the first time she had been bare before him, but never like this, not in the bathroom. Despite everything she had been through, Bonita couldn’t bring herself to cover her exposed parts.
“Hng…”
Her hands clenched into fists above her head, turning her knuckles white. She was straining, twisting her hips in a futile attempt to hold it in. She couldn’t let him see this—doing so felt like it would strip away the last shred of her humanity. Her eyes welled up with tears.
“Please…”
Her voice wavered, pleading, but all she received in return was a low chuckle.
“Why are you holding back? It doesn’t seem that urgent yet.”
“Sob… please…”
“Shall we head back to the bed, then? If you’d rather wet yourself while tied there, that’s fine too.”
“Teshiel… please.”
“You’re always leaking something, Bonita. How is this any different?”
Teshiel wasn’t someone who could be swayed by her begging. It was only a matter of time before she broke down. The wine she had drunk made it even harder to hold back.
A small drop slipped out, followed by a sudden rush of warmth between her legs. The fabric of her blindfold dampened with her tears. She could no longer hold it in, and with a loud, humiliating noise, the stream burst out, hitting the porcelain with force. Once it started, she couldn’t stop it.
“Mmm.”
Bonita whimpered softly, the stream continuing for what felt like an eternity after holding it in for so long. She emptied her bladder completely, leaving her lower belly feeling hollow yet strangely relieved. Her inner thighs trembled in shame. Maybe it was fortunate that her eyes were still covered—he had surely witnessed everything.
Though no sound came from him, she could imagine Teshiel, smiling devilishly, his eyes gleaming as he watched her humiliation.
The last drop clung to the edge of her v***a before it fell with a small drip, causing her to shudder. She wanted to clean herself but didn’t dare ask for permission. How could she even form such words? The thought alone made fresh tears soak into the blindfold. She swallowed back the sob building in her throat.
Bonita couldn’t possibly know how much Teshiel was savoring her shame. If pleasure could be described as sweet, almost melting on his tongue, then her shame was a tangy, invigorating tartness. The intensity of Bonita’s emotions penetrated deeply into him, coursing through his veins, sending waves of euphoric pleasure throughout his body.
“Haa…”
Teshiel exhaled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The sound made Bonita flinch. He looked down at her with an expression of utter delight. Despite everything, Bonita remained obedient—her hands still placed above her head, legs spread wide. How could someone so submissive, so compliant, have slipped from his grasp and fled to the temple? And not only that—how cunningly she had lied to steal a horse and a servant. The thought of the previous night made heat surge through his g***n. His gaze lingered on her.
Her blindfold was damp with tears, clinging to her fluttering eyelids. Her parted lips revealed the tip of her flushed tongue, and the way her b*****s spilled forward due to her slightly slouched posture made her hardened n*****s stand out in stark contrast. When he reached out and twisted one gently, she gasped, tilting her head back with a soft,
“Haah…”
It was tempting to savor just one flavor, but combining two—pleasure and shame—was always more delicious. Licking his lips, Teshiel slid his arms beneath Bonita’s thighs and effortlessly lifted her into the air.
