I Got a Job as the Demon King's Toy - Chapter 100
“That wretch needed to pay for putting you in danger. He’ll never fly again. And he won’t be showing up in front of you or me ever again… Bonita.”
Bonita lunged at Teshiel, ripping off his outer garment and undoing his shirt buttons. Her hands frantically searched his body, and only after confirming that he had no wounds did her eyes fill with tears. Clenching her fists, she began to pound on Teshiel’s chest.
“When did I ever ask you to get revenge?”
He laughed as he took Bonita’s punches without resisting.
“Were you worried? Did you think I’d lose to some dragon?”
“You came back covered in blood last time.”
“So, you were worried. That’s why I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want you to stress unnecessarily.”
Despite his words, a smile tugged at Teshiel’s lips, pleased that she had worried about him. He caught her small wrist mid-swing and kissed her through the veil that covered her face. His lips, warm and firm, pressed against the thin, loosely woven black lace that allowed her to see.
Before she realized it, Bonita’s back was pressed against the wall in the corner of the room, trapped with no escape. Teshiel pulled back her veil, revealing her soft brown eyes, damp with unshed tears, glaring at him with a hint of resentment.
“…I hate you. If you knew I would worry, you shouldn’t have done such a thing. And you didn’t even tell me where you were going….”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, okay? Bonita.”
Teshiel gently cupped her chin and claimed her sulking lips, swallowing the pout she gave him. The heat of his tongue melted her resolve almost instantly.
“Still, undressing me the moment your husband comes home?”
His hand moved over her black clothing, squeezing her b****t. As his thumb grazed her sensitive peak, she could feel her n****e stiffen. Pregnancy had made her overly sensitive, and even the slightest touch caused Bonita to let out a soft moan, biting her lip.
“Your b*****s have gotten bigger, Bonita.”
“Ah… ah, no…”
Teshiel gently massaged her b*****s with both hands. Ever since her already large chest had started swelling even more, he had been giving her massages several times a day. The dull ache slowly subsided under his familiar touch, replaced by a wave of pleasure. As Bonita moaned softly, her face flushed red, his large hand slid down, brushing over her now slightly rounded belly and gripping her hips.
“Just because you wear these clothes doesn’t mean your seductive body is hidden.”
Teshiel laid her down on a long chair, lifting up several layers of skirts and petticoats at once. The sight of her pale thighs revealed under the black dress was dazzling. He tore away the thin underwear, and a thread of her arousal stretched and broke between her legs. Teshiel, looking over Bonita, who lay exposed from the waist down without undoing a single button, murmured in a deep voice, as if speaking to himself.
“I didn’t realize black clothing could be so provocative.”
As his thick fingers spread her folds and rubbed her c******s, a moan and a heady fragrance burst forth from Bonita. With his eyes half-closed, Teshiel buried his nose in the nape of her neck, sliding his fingers into her slick entrance. Her trembling passage seemed to suck in his fingers. Bonita wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying her hips in time with his hand’s movements.
He knew exactly how and where to touch to make Bonita feel the most pleasure. Yet, he avoided her deepest parts, teasing only the shallow areas, leaving her desperate as she pleaded.
“Ah, T-Teshiel…! The priest, h-he said it’s okay now, ah… please.”
“No, Bonita. That’s not happening.”
Teshiel also wanted nothing more than to bury himself fully inside and thrust wildly, but that was out of the question. He couldn’t risk carelessly plunging his “weapon” in and possibly harming the baby growing inside her. He knew that if anything happened to their child, Bonita would be the one to suffer the most.
As usual, Teshiel intended to only use his hands today. Ever since discovering Bonita was pregnant, he had always restrained himself. On days when he couldn’t hold back, he would rip apart her black dress, spread her legs, and finish by stroking his own manhood before releasing onto her body. He would murmur to himself that once the baby was born, he would never leave her alone again.
But Teshiel didn’t realize—Bonita was just as frustrated.
“Why do you keep saying no? The priest, the doctor, they both said it’s fine… Ah, ahh…! As long as you don’t go too deep…!”
“They don’t know how big I am.”
“Then just a little… just a little, please.”
Bonita began moving her hips, pressing her mound against his palm, while slowly unbuttoning the high collar of her dress. Gradually, the tantalizing white skin hidden beneath the black fabric was revealed.
“N-No. I said no.”
Despite his words, Teshiel couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bonita’s slender fingers undoing the buttons and the bare skin peeking through the fabric. Bonita deliberately thrust her chest forward as she sat up, drawing his gaze to her swollen b*****s, the darkened n*****s standing e***t and trembling as they moved.
“It’s fine. It really is. How many months has it been since we’ve done it properly? I can’t take it anymore.”
“I’m the one… holding back… Bo-Bonita.”
Bonita had undone all the buttons of her dress and now moved to unfasten his belt buckle. His enormous, veiny manhood sprang free, as if waiting for release. As Teshiel instinctively leaned back, Bonita wrapped her hands around it. Even with both hands, she couldn’t fully grasp the monstrous length, and a drop of clear fluid had already formed at the tip. Bonita leaned in and flicked her tongue across the head, looking up at him.
“You made me get used to something like this…”
“Ugh…”
“I still haven’t forgiven you. If you don’t put it in, I’ll keep hating you.”
In the end, Teshiel surrendered. How could he possibly win against Bonita? He carefully lifted her upper body, gently laying her back down on the long chair, pressing her thighs apart. Like the first time he entered her, he held onto his length, only leaving about half exposed, determined not to go too deep.
This time, Bonita’s eyes were not filled with fear or terror like before. There was only bliss, joy, and overwhelming love for Teshiel.
