I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 9
“So, what happened to those who dared to attack me?” Teshiel asked, his hand casually squeezing her.
“The so-called heroes, you mean? Which ones, Lord? There have been so many of them lately,” the silver-haired demon replied smoothly.
“Ah… ngh…”
“The ones who managed to breach the city gates.”
“Oh, those fools from last week. We’ve locked them up in the dungeons for now.”
“Ah… M-My Lord, p-please…”
Please, not in front of someone else, please.
“Why not?”
Teshiel asked, his fingers still teasing her n****e as he looked down at her.
Bonita’s face was flushed bright red, embarrassed beyond belief. Teshiel chuckled lightly at the sight.
“Oh, is it because of Rento over there? He told you himself, didn’t he? Don’t mind him.”
“Still…”
“Well, I suppose having him right here might make it hard for you to ignore.”
Teshiel withdrew his hand from her robe, but before Bonita could fully relax, he tugged at the silk sash around her waist, untying it.
“Ah…!”
“If you can’t see, you won’t be bothered, right?”
Teshiel smirked as he spoke, lifting the silk sash to Bonita’s face. The beautifully embroidered sash quickly transformed into a blindfold. The moment darkness enveloped her vision, she felt his hot hands swiftly pull open her robe.
No, this can’t happen. Bonita hurriedly raised her hands to cover her chest. Above her, she heard the sound of Teshiel clicking his tongue.
“Rento, your tie.”
“Yes, Lord Teshiel.”
Soon, she heard the soft sound of fabric brushing, and before she knew it, her hands were pulled behind her back and securely tied. The robe, once opened, was never closed again. She might as well have been fully exposed. The blindfold quickly grew damp from her tears.
“So they’re just sitting in the dungeon, wasting away?” Teshiel continued.
“They got too far inside to simply scare off like the others.”
“Maybe they’re attacking more often because we keep sending them back unharmed. Perhaps it’s time to set an example.”
Their conversation carried on as if nothing unusual was happening, while Bonita, helpless and vulnerable, was relentlessly teased.
Her b*****s were kneaded alternately, fingers playing with her n*****s, twisting and pulling them. Occasionally, her neck and ears were given light kisses, sending jolts through her body. Every time she was touched, her body flinched in response. Not being able to see where the next sensation would come from made it unbearable. She pressed her lips together tightly, determined not to make a sound.
But when thick fingers slid between her legs, she could no longer hold back.
“Hah… ah… ngh…”
Please, no. Not here. He can’t be serious. Surely, he wouldn’t go that far…
But her hope was quickly shattered as a single finger slid inside her. Bonita couldn’t believe it. The shame and agony were overwhelming, but her body, betraying her, was already slick with arousal between her legs. The lingering effects of what had happened the day before left her swollen and more sensitive than usual. As the finger scraped against her inner walls, her body reacted even more intensely, every sensation heightened in the darkness.
Despite only one finger being inside her, the lack of sight amplified every sensation, making her feel as though her entire body was being pierced. By now, the voices of the two demons no longer registered in her ears. The only thing she could focus on was the maddening stimulation between her legs. Soon, the finger began to move, sliding in and out at a torturously slow pace.
“Ngh… ah, ah…”
Even as her body was tormented, the slick sound of her arousal echoed in her ears, as wetness dripped down her thighs. The voices around her became muffled, distant, as if from another world, but the lewd squelching sounds between her legs were impossibly loud. The finger’s pace quickened, and her body trembled as her legs weakened, her toes curling. Unable to maintain her balance, she stumbled forward.
“Ah…!”
Just as she was about to collapse, the finger withdrew, replaced by a firm arm catching her body.
“Shall we call it a day, then?”
“As you wish, Lord Teshiel.”
The sound of footsteps faded, followed by the creak of the door opening and closing. In the next moment, Bonita found herself bent over, her chest pressing against a cold, hard surface. Her b*****s were crushed against what felt like a desk, accompanied by the crinkle of papers beneath her. Her arms were still bound behind her back, and the blindfold remained in place. Panting heavily, she trembled with fear, unsure of what would happen next.
