I Got a Job as the Demon King's Toy - Chapter 98
Finally, the tears spilled over, and Teshiel, kissing her tear-streaked neck, held her as if he would never let her go. Bonita whispered softly into his ear.
“But I’m going to refuse the empire.”
“Why? I was looking forward to being the Empress’s husband.”
“The Empress is probably too busy to spend time playing with her husband.”
“Well, that won’t do. I suppose there’s no other choice. I can barely stand not playing with you right now.”
He didn’t need to say that—Bonita had already felt the heat and weight pressing against her from beneath.
“Ah, but before we do… there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?” Teshiel asked as he moved toward the bed, still holding her.
“Um, I… might be pregnant.”
Her voice trailed off, growing quieter toward the end. Teshiel, who had been about to place her on the bed, froze in place. His golden eyes wavered.
“What did you just say?”
“I’m not sure, but I think I might—ah!”
Before she could finish, Teshiel pulled her back into his arms, pressing his face against her neck. His hands gripped the back of her head, trembling slightly. His chest expanded as he took deep, slow breaths, the pressure from his torso pushing against Bonita’s chest. His shoulders rose and fell dramatically.
As they stayed there, wrapped in silence, Bonita felt as if she might suffocate. But she also understood his reaction. Pregnancy had a special significance for them—something far more meaningful than for most.
Bonita reached out, gently stroking Teshiel’s hair. His shoulders flinched for a moment, but then he casually brushed his lips along her neck.
“Of course you are. I gave you so much… it wouldn’t be possible that you are not.”
He kissed her deeply, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise on the soft skin beneath her ear, causing Bonita to shudder. Before she realized it, she had been laid back down on the bed, and the sheet that had been covering her had somehow disappeared, tossed aside.
“Ah, mmh… It’s not certain yet. But I thought I should tell you, hngh, because one of the people who kidnapped me was a priestess, and she, ah, ah…”
“A priestess?”
Teshiel, who had been covering her body with kisses, paused, his voice filled with surprise. Three of the four kidnappers had already perished—surely the priestess wasn’t among them.
“Mmngh, yes, a woman… ah, ahh…”
Fortunately, it seemed the priestess was still the one imprisoned in the dungeon. Teshiel thought he was lucky to have spared her as he bit down deeply on the heart-shaped mark, sending another wave of shivers through Bonita.
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Bonita was startled when she saw Sophitia being led in by the demon soldiers. Her light brown hair had turned completely white. Sophitia glanced briefly at Teshiel and Bonita before quickly lowering her head. Teshiel was the first to speak.
“You said Bonita was pregnant, didn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“But when asked again later, you didn’t respond?”
“Yes.”
“So, is she pregnant or not?”
Sophitia, who had answered promptly to the other questions, kept her lips tightly sealed this time. She stood perfectly still, unmoving, as Teshiel frowned.
“Should I rephrase the question? Why did you say she was pregnant in the first place?”
Sophitia, who had been staring at her feet, finally lifted her head, as if she had made a decision.
“You’ve probably already heard the situation in which I said that. Lucas was truly the kind of person who would have done such a thing to her.”
Bonita clenched her skirt tightly, the memory of that inn’s stifling atmosphere still fresh in her mind. A chill ran down her spine. So, was it all just a lie? Had Sophitia said that out of pity for her?
“No one wants to watch the person they love be with someone else.”
Without sparing Bonita a glance, Sophitia continued speaking directly to Teshiel.
“It was unrequited love. That’s why, even though I knew he was going down the wrong path, and even though I knew I’d never be loved in return, I still followed him. It’s all meaningless now, of course.”
As Sophitia let out a hollow laugh with vacant eyes, Bonita bit her lip. While it was tragic that Sophitia’s unrequited love had abandoned her and died, it didn’t matter to Bonita. What she had wanted to know was whether or not she was pregnant, and to find out it had been a lie unsettled her.
Yet, that very lie had likely saved her life. Pushing down her complicated feelings, Bonita forced herself to speak calmly.
“So you didn’t know for sure if I was pregnant. Wouldn’t that risk making things worse if it turned out to be untrue later on?”
Sophitia glanced at Bonita with a dry expression before replying.
“Would you like me to check again now?”
“What makes you think we can trust you?”
Teshiel’s voice lowered, clearly ready to get angry, but Bonita stopped him.
“I do want to check. She did, in a way, save me.”
Teshiel frowned but nodded reluctantly. Sophitia approached Bonita, placing her hand gently on Bonita’s forehead as she began to pray. A soft, white glow of divine power emanated from her hand, causing Teshiel to narrow his eyes in distaste.
The prayer didn’t take long. When Sophitia removed her hand from Bonita’s forehead, she spoke.
“You are indeed pregnant.”
