I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 8
Stars burst before her eyes as her back arched involuntarily. It was her third climax. The muscles inside her pulsed and convulsed uncontrollably.
“Hng…!”
The Demon King let out a brief groan, his hand gripping her b****t tightly as he thrust his hips upward one last time. His demonic essence, hotter than a human’s, spilled inside her, filling her with a searing heat. As the warmth spread through her lower abdomen, Bonita’s consciousness slipped away.
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When Bonita regained half of her senses, she found herself submerged in warm, fragrant water. The maids were bathing her, something that hadn’t happened to her since she was a small child. She lacked the strength to resist, so she simply lay there in the bath, her thoughts drifting.
The dress… It must be ruined. I hope they don’t deduct the cost from my pay… At least today’s dress was red… It must have hidden the blood.
Her legs throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of what had just occurred. Before long, her vision blurred again, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.
***
When someone shook her shoulder, Bonita slowly regained consciousness. It was already the next morning. As she opened her eyes, she saw the maids had returned. Incredibly, it was time to work again. One of the maids, with a hint of pity in her eyes, handed Bonita some food, urging her to eat something before she left. Bonita’s mouth was dry, and she had no appetite, but she forced herself to chew and swallow.
Today’s attire was a beautiful robe adorned with delicate embroidery. It had long sleeves and no slits. The maids fastened it in the front and tied a silk sash around her waist. Compared to the revealing outfits she had worn before, this seemed almost dignified. The only problem was the deep neckline, which exposed the red heart-shaped mark and the surrounding bruises left by the Demon King’s bite.
Carrying the tea set, Bonita stood at the door, where the guards once again greeted her with lewd grins.
“Look at those tits, all red and bruised.”
One of the guards chuckled as he poked the tip of her b****t through the thin silk robe. Her n****e, pressed through the fabric, caused Bonita to gasp and shudder, the tea set rattling dangerously on the tray.
“Stop it… I’ll tell the Demon King about this.”
Though Bonita spoke with false confidence, she had no real courage to back it up. The guard chuckled mockingly, withdrawing his hand. “Oh no, I’m so scared~,” he teased, while the other guard cleared his throat and opened the door for her.
Unlike the previous days when the Demon King had summoned her to a lounge or receiving room, today the setting was different. It was unmistakably an office.
A large desk dominated the space, surrounded by bookshelves on every wall.
More importantly, he wasn’t alone.
The Demon King was leaning against the edge of the desk, his imposing silhouette as formidable as ever. In front of him stood another man. His long silver hair, loosely tied and draped over one shoulder, contrasted sharply with the Demon King’s black hair. This man was also a demon—horns protruded from his temples, though they were much smaller than the Demon King’s, and one of them appeared to have been broken, as it was severed midway.
Bonita felt a surge of relief upon realizing the Demon King wasn’t alone. Surely, today she could simply serve tea and quietly stand by.
In the next moment, Bonita found herself in a dilemma. There was only one teacup on the tray. Should she step out and ask for another cup? Would that be allowed?
Before she could decide, the silver-haired demon spoke to her.
“You must be Miss Bonita. Please, don’t mind me. Your duty is to attend solely to Lord Teshiel.”
“…Yes.”
So, his name is Teshiel, Bonita thought to herself. She gave a small nod of acknowledgment to the silver-haired demon before making her way toward the desk where Teshiel was seated. She prepared to pour the tea for him, focusing solely on her task.
Teshiel didn’t even glance at Bonita as he continued his conversation with the other demon. It seemed they were discussing something political, though Bonita couldn’t fully understand the details.
Feeling a sense of relief, she carefully set the teapot down and filled the cup without spilling a drop. Sighing quietly in relief, she moved the tray aside, placing the teapot neatly on it.
But just as she straightened up, Teshiel’s hand suddenly slipped inside the front of her robe.
“Kyah!”
Bonita let out a small, startled cry.
Why? Why now? There’s someone else here… Yet, it seemed Bonita was the only one caught off guard. Teshiel’s expression remained unchanged as his hand gripped her b****t, and the silver-haired demon continued speaking, as if oblivious to her presence.
