I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 78
Her eyes remained covered, so she attempted to keep track of time by counting meals. However, it didn’t take long before she gave up. There was no way to know if she was being fed on schedule or not. Once a meal was finished, her legs were immediately spread again.
It seemed as though his only focus was filling her womb repeatedly. Teshiel didn’t stop, no matter how much Bonita screamed or passed out. Even when they slept, he remained inside her. Though she couldn’t be sure how the nights passed, one thing was certain—whenever she awoke, her insides were never empty.
The only moments he withdrew were to feed her or take her to the bathroom. She hadn’t left the bedroom since. Despite never leaving her side, Teshiel kept her wrists bound to the bed with chains.
How long was he planning to continue this? Bonita was beginning to grow fearful of him. As her body tensed, Teshiel pulled away from her swollen n****e.
“What’s wrong, Bonita? Do you need something? Are you hungry? Do you need the bathroom? Or a bath?”
His voice was tender, asking her so sweetly, yet his body below remained relentless, moving as though the two parts were disconnected.
‘Ah…!’
It was only then that Bonita realized the truth. When Teshiel had said he was sorry after returning from the temple, it wasn’t an apology because he truly felt remorseful. He wasn’t apologizing because he trusted her words about not trying to escape. It wasn’t because he regretted doubting her.
Teshiel still believed she had tried to run away. His gentle tone and words, promising to fulfill her every need, were nothing but a facade. In reality, he wasn’t listening to her at all—he was doing whatever he pleased.
The coupling at the temple, which bordered on assault, resembled a famished lion tearing into its prey. And when he immediately treated her gently after tying her up in the bedroom, it was akin to the relaxed attitude of a predator savoring its meal once full.
Whether the thrusts were rough and violent or slow and tender, the essence remained the same. It all boiled down to one truth—he didn’t trust her. No matter how much she begged, he refused to release her from the blindfold and the restraints. That lingering doubt and suspicion.
“Ah, do you still think that? Huh… that I ran away…”
Something snapped within her, breaking apart as if something had exploded in her chest.
“Why won’t you listen to me? How long do you plan to keep me trapped and bound like this?”
“…Bonita.”
“I went to the temple to erase my name from the register. I just wanted to stay by your side a little longer, that’s all. Never in my mind do I want to run away!”
Bonita burst into tears, weeping like a child. Teshiel seemed momentarily taken aback as she sobbed uncontrollably. He stopped his movements and pulled her close, holding her tightly to his chest. Her tears and sniffles drenched his torso.
“Are you going to abandon me once December comes?”
“…Why would you say that?”
“Once December comes, the blessings of the Twenty-Nine Gods will return, right? That’s why the contract ends then, isn’t it? When that time comes, I won’t be able to ease your pain anymore. I heard everything. I know. That’s why I went to the temple—to erase my name from the register.”
Bonita pressed her hips down, pushing Teshiel’s s***t deeper inside her.
“Please… more. Make me pregnant… please.”
She sobbed, shaking her hips as she cried out.
“Do you hate the idea of me running away? But you do like me, don’t you? If you can’t forgive me, then break me and keep me by your side. Take me away from the Twenty-Nine Gods…”
The blindfold was abruptly removed.
It was midday. The piercing sunlight overwhelmed Bonita’s eyes, which had been covered for so long. Unable to open them, she flinched from the pain. A large hand gently covered her eyes. The heat of his palm was like fire against her sore, tear-stained eyelids. Another hand wrapped around her shoulder, and a soft sigh brushed past her ear.
“You can’t go anywhere,” Teshiel’s low voice resonated as his hand gripped her slender shoulder with increasing firmness.
“Nowhere, to no one. You are to stay by my side.”
