I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 15

“You’ve been staring out the window for a while,” Teshiel remarked, his voice low and teasing. He leaned down toward the b****t he was gripping, his tongue flicking out to slowly lick her n****e as he met her gaze.

“Instead of just watching, why not give them something to see?”

With that, he abruptly spun Bonita around, pressing her against the cold glass of the window.

“N-No, Your Majesty…! Ah, ahh…!”

Please. Please, not this… please…

Her chest was squashed against the icy windowpane, the coolness sending shivers through her body. From behind, Teshiel’s hand slipped between her legs, his fingers spreading her apart and teasing her c******s.

“Ah… ahhh…”

Her still-dry, sensitive flesh stung with the rough touch, and Bonita whimpered in discomfort. She tried to press her legs together, but his hand on her back held her firmly in place while his knee forced her legs apart. Unrelenting, he thrust his fingers into her dry entrance, making her cry out.

“Ah!”

The cry slipped from her lips before she could stop herself. Panicking, she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. The sound might carry outside. What if the gardener looked up? What if the people below noticed her cries and turned their gaze toward the office window?

She swallowed her screams, forcing them down into her throat.

As his fingers continued their relentless motions, her body gradually gave in. Despite the pain at first, her body began to respond, and soon she was wet. The stinging eased, replaced by the wet, slick sounds of his hand moving in and out.

Even in this humiliating situation, her body betrayed her. Tears welled in her eyes, filled with shame. It was then that Teshiel’s voice, soft and almost tender, whispered in her ear.

“You don’t need to hold back—go ahead and make as much noise as you like,” Teshiel said softly, pulling Bonita’s hand away from her mouth and pinning it behind her back. He smiled gently at her, kissing the nape of her neck, then immediately added a third finger.

“Hah, ngh… ah…”

Bonita clenched her teeth, trying to endure the sensations and hold back her voice. But Teshiel, having teased her many times before, knew exactly how to make her body react. His fingers drove deeper, scraping against the sensitive part of her inner walls.

“Haaah!”

Her hips jerked as a moan escaped her lips. In her dazed state, she caught sight of the gardener outside turning to look toward the window.

“Ah, ah…”

As Teshiel’s fingers pushed inside again, her gaze locked with the gardener’s. Her half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, b*****s flattened against the glass, her pink n*****s pressed against the cold surface, and the movement between her legs—everything was laid bare for him to see. The gardener’s mouth fell open in shock before he quickly turned and hurried down the ladder. Tears welled up in Bonita’s eyes.

“Hah, hngh… ah…”

Someone she didn’t even know had seen her in this humiliating state. Yet despite the shame, her body only grew hotter, and her lips continued to let out soft moans, now mixed with pleasure.

There was no escaping it. She was the maid who served the Demon King, after all. Her duty was to obey his every desire… so she wouldn’t be punished.

“Ah, haa… ngh, ah! Ahh…”

Bonita’s thoughts blurred as her body surrendered to the sensations. Her fluids dripped from between her legs, landing on the floor below with soft splashes. Her breath fogged up the window as she panted, and her legs trembled, gradually losing strength. The weaker she became, the more her chest was pressed and rubbed against the glass for support.

Somewhere in the haze, she thought she could hear Teshiel chuckling softly. As the sensation between her legs intensified, the stimulation seemed to pull her mind upward, culminating in a sharp, undeniable climax.

“Haa… Ahh…!”

Her body quivered against the glass, the rush of her release washing over her. Even though Teshiel could clearly tell she had reached her peak, he didn’t stop. She could still feel her inner walls contracting and squeezing around his fingers, every movement sending shudders through her body.

Her cheek slid across the fogged window, clearing a patch and offering her a glimpse outside.

And that’s when she saw it—the gardener, who had descended the ladder earlier, had climbed up again on the opposite side of the tree. He now hid behind the branches, silently watching her.

Tears welled up and spilled from her eyes, streaking down her face. After a moment, Teshiel’s fingers withdrew from her, leaving her legs sticky as the remnants of her fluids trickled down her thighs. The sensation was strange and overwhelming.