I. Employment Scam

Bonita’s ordeal began on her very first day of work.

“You’re not allowed to wear the clothes you brought in front of His Majesty. Take everything off and change into these.”

Without hesitation, two maids stripped Bonita of all her clothes and disappeared with them. The clothes they left for her to change into could hardly be called clothing. In her twenty years of life, Bonita had never seen, heard of, or even imagined such a thing.

The fabric was so thin and sheer that it was almost see-through, fluttering delicately with the slightest movement. A single strip of fabric barely covered the back of her neck, draping down over her chest, but it was cut so deeply in the front that it exposed her cleavage and ran all the way down to her navel, leaving her back completely bare. If she raised her arms even a little, the fabric would shift, revealing the sides of her b*****s. The skirt had slits up both sides that reached her hips, leaving her legs—and possibly even the sides of her hips—exposed.

And they expect me to serve tea in this? Bonita wrapped her arms tightly around her chest in a desperate attempt to cover herself.

Despite the shame burning on her cheeks, it was time to work. Once again, a tray with a tea set was placed in Bonita’s hands. With every step she took, her large b*****s jiggled. Having worn a corset since her chest began developing, she never realized how much her b*****s could move when left unsupported.

She was on edge, terrified that the thin fabric would slip and leave her bare chest exposed.

There were guards stationed at the door, guards who hadn’t been there the day before. Their eyes roamed over Bonita with a sticky gaze, and she instantly knew where their attention was focused. On one side of her chest was a small, heart-shaped red mark, no bigger than a fingernail. Normally, her usual attire would cover it, leaving it hidden from view.

She desperately wanted to cover it, but her hands were occupied, holding the tray. Helpless, she kept her head lowered as she stood before the door. One of the guards let out a low chuckle.

“Looks quite appetizing.”

Before Bonita could respond, the guard knocked on the door for her. Soon, a voice replied from within. It was the same voice she had heard yesterday.

“Come in.”

Bonita stepped inside the door the guard had opened for her. It was a different room from yesterday, but the Demon King sat just as he had before, his hand resting on his forehead.

“I… I brought tea, Your Majesty.”

Bonita spoke in a faint, trembling voice. The Demon King neither responded nor moved. She forced her reluctant feet to take small steps forward, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest.

Even as she approached him, the Demon King remained still. It seemed, just like yesterday, all she had to do was serve the tea. Bonita set the tray down and began arranging the tea set on the table. As she was about to pour the tea into the cup, she suddenly gasped.

A hand had appeared from behind, gripping her left b****t without warning. She nearly dropped the teapot.

“Where did they manage to find such a fine one this time?”

A low, chilling voice crept into her right ear, accompanied by a warm breath. A shiver ran down her spine. Bonita lifted her gaze, only to realize that the chair where the Demon King had been sitting moments ago was now empty.

“What’s the matter? You should be pouring the tea. Weren’t you hired as a tea-serving maid?”

The mocking command echoed in her ear. At the same time, the hand slowly slid down, cupping the underside of her b****t as if weighing it. Frozen in place, Bonita barely managed to tilt the teapot over the teacup. But then, his thumb brushed over her n****e through the thin fabric.

“Ah… ah…”

The unfamiliar sensation caused Bonita to let out an involuntary moan. Half of the tea made it into the cup, while the rest spilled across the table.

Kukuku, A low chuckle escaped the Demon King as he buried his face in the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply. After a moment, he muttered,

“No… This is remarkable. They’ve brought me something truly special this time.”

His tongue dragged slowly up the length of Bonita’s neck, making her shiver. Paralyzed with tension and fear, Bonita finally lost her grip on the teapot.

With a loud crash, the delicate porcelain shattered against the floor. Bonita flinched at the sound. That teapot, adorned with such intricate patterns, was a rare and expensive item imported from a distant land. The thought of being in debt on her first day, rather than earning money, made her head spin with dizziness.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I…”