II. Shame and Pleasure

Since the first time Teshiel had fully penetrated her in the reception room next to the meeting hall, he had continued to take her repeatedly. Each time she fainted, he would wait until she regained consciousness and then begin again, sometimes waking her by slapping her chest or cheek. Bonita could recall at least four times that he had spilled himself inside her. The bruises and bite marks covering her body had only increased.

Exhausted from the relentless torment, Bonita melted into the bathwater, eventually dozing off. Some time later, she awoke to the sound of the door opening. The bathwater had long since cooled. Thinking the maid had come to collect the tub, she hurriedly rose and put on her bathrobe.

As Bonita stepped out of the bathroom, expecting to see someone, the room appeared empty. She thought she must have misheard, but just as she turned to leave, someone suddenly pounced on her from behind, forcing her onto the bed. The intruder pressed his knee into her back, preventing her from moving, and quickly gagged her mouth.

“Mmff…!”

Bonita struggled to break free, but her strength was no match for his. The intruder swiftly pulled out a rope he had prepared and bound her wrists, securing them to the headboard. Once the bindings were finished, he flipped her over.

“…!”

She recognized the face. It was the guard who had often tormented her. He sneered as he yanked open her bathrobe.

“Hah… Do you even know how long I’ve wanted to f**k you? Every day you walk around in those flimsy clothes, getting f****d and screaming inside while I have to stand outside, listening to all of it. Do you have any idea how that feels?”

Bonita’s cries were muffled by the gag, and when she tried to twist away, the guard climbed on top of her, pinning her body down.

“What a sight, what a sight,” he muttered, his eyes trailing over the marks Teshiel had left on her body.

“The Demon King’s not around, so let me have just one taste. You’re going to be used up soon anyway.”

What is he talking about? Bonita’s eyes widened in shock. Seeing her reaction, the guard smirked and spoke with a mocking tone.

“Every woman brought to the Demon King never lasted a week. The first one got lucky and managed to escape the castle, but the others? They either went mad or died in his bed. Didn’t you know?”

No, I didn’t know. No one had ever told her that. When she signed the contract, they said she only had to endure until December 30th—just ten more months. A week? Bonita’s body froze in disbelief. The guard, grinning, began groping her b*****s.

“F**k, this is it. Feels amazing.”

Bonita struggled again, but the guard easily overpowered her and began undoing his trousers. Bonita, trembling in fear, shook her head desperately.

“Heh heh…”

The guard pulled out his member.

When Bonita saw it, her trembling stopped. She was so shocked she almost laughed. If she hadn’t been gagged, a derisive chuckle might have escaped her. Compared to the Demon King’s… What was this? Like a toothpick next to a pillar, a grain of sand beside a boulder, a single bean next to a watermelon… she could think of endless comparisons. Her expression said it all, and the guard, noticing her unimpressed look, snarled, “You b***h!” and lunged at her.

“Mmph!”

But Bonita didn’t miss her chance. As soon as he stood up, she brought her knee up hard between his legs, striking him right in the g***n. The guard screamed, clutching himself in pain. And in that very moment, his body lifted off the ground.

“Enough.”

Without anyone noticing, Rento had entered and was standing by the doorway. Slowly, with his hands extended, he approached.