I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 90
The familiar, deep voice she had missed so much. Her eyes immediately filled with tears. Teshiel opened his arms, and in the next moment, Bonita dashed across the room and threw herself into his embrace.
His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close. She buried her face into his chest, where the comforting scent she knew so well lingered faintly.
She hadn’t heard any news while she was imprisoned, yet she had believed Teshiel would come for her. Now, wrapped in his arms, she couldn’t believe it was real. But the sound of his heartbeat and the large hand gently stroking her back assured her that this wasn’t a dream.
“How did you get here…? Are you hurt?”
Bonita’s tear-filled eyes anxiously scanned Teshiel’s chest and shoulders. Just days earlier, Lucas had boasted in front of the Emperor about having severely wounded the Demon King. She had worried endlessly, crying and praying to every god and demon god she knew, pleading for Teshiel’s safety.
But then, Teshiel gently lifted her chin, and when their eyes met, he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips softly against hers. Bonita’s wide brown eyes grew even larger in surprise. His lips were hot and soft, probably the only soft part of his entire body. As her lips parted in shock, his warm tongue slipped inside.
The intense golden eyes that had been piercing through her now closed beneath long, dark lashes. As his tongue intertwined with hers and gently sucked, heat rushed through Bonita’s body, making her knees weak and her breath short. Instinctively, she clutched his arm for support.
After a long moment, Teshiel finally pulled away, leaving Bonita breathless and clinging to him, feeling as if she might collapse. His deep, low voice whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Since the night we went to the temple… I haven’t had a single drop of tea.”
His voice was strained, as if he’d been holding back for a long time.
“It’s been more than half a month. By now, whatever was in my tongue should have worn off.”
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Bonita’s mind—Rento’s warning from long ago. He had told her to be careful never to drink tea from the demon realm, as it was poisonous to humans.
So this was it.
Teshiel had never kissed her before, not because he didn’t take her seriously, but because he was afraid it might harm her. He had been protecting her all along.
“Teshiel…”
His name bubbled up from her chest, filled with emotion, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes spilled over. Teshiel gently tasted her tears with his tongue before sliding his hand behind her neck, his fingers threading through her hair. Then, he captured her lips once again.
In that moment, an intoxicating fragrance burst forth from Bonita, like thousands of flowers blooming all at once.
“…Well.”
Outside the door, Rento sighed and shook his head. It was obvious what would happen next. Leaving the two of them alone, he quickly shut the door and muttered to himself.
“From now on, I am the Demon King’s representative. Now then, Your Majesty, shall we go finish our conversation?”
Rento effortlessly commanded the demons, leading the Emperor away into the shadows.
Rento had made the right decision. From the moment Teshiel held Bonita in his arms again, nothing else existed for him. When had it happened? When had Bonita come to have such a hold over him? She had done nothing more than stay by his side, yet she had claimed him so easily.
In truth, the longer their relationship continued, the more potent her scent became. Just being near her was enough to make him forget any pain. He no longer needed the tea. But from the start, she had been hired to serve tea. Without it, what reason would he have had to keep her by his side? Even after holding her countless times, the only excuse he had was the tea she served. He had deceived himself all this time, clinging to that as his pretext.
“Bonita, Bonita…”
Teshiel murmured her name like a sigh, all while devouring her lips with a hunger he could no longer restrain. One hand cupped the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, holding her so tightly she couldn’t move. The heated breaths shared between their lips were intoxicating.
He entered her mouth as forcefully as he would when claiming her body, and Bonita willingly accepted him, surrendering completely as their tongues tangled messily. The sensation was so overwhelming that it felt like they might melt together. His rough breaths brushed against her throat, sending a shiver all the way to her heart, and even his saliva tasted sweet.
