I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 32

As the blunt tip of his length pressed against her entrance, the hands on the mirror trembled violently. Teshiel gripped her hips, spreading her, and rubbed the head of his shaft along her swollen folds.

“Watch closely.”

He pushed into her. The heavy pressure of his thickness stretching her had her back arching, a scream tearing from her throat.

“Aah! No… ha, ahh… hngh, ah…!”

The mirror became a blur to her now, her focus lost. As Bonita’s body trembled and her head drooped, Teshiel grabbed her chin, forcing her to look back into the mirror, fixing her gaze. His length withdrew only to slam back in, over and over, making her reflection tremble with each thrust.

“Huaaah!”

This time, she couldn’t help but see herself in the mirror. Her parted red lips gasped out high-pitched moans, and her furrowed brow cast her eyes in a dazed, pleasure-drunk haze. Her b*****s swayed wildly with each movement, and the opal necklace resting on them danced erratically. Between her legs, an impossibly thick, large shaft slipped in and out, disappearing completely before being swallowed back up.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Thud.

“Aah!”

Thud.

“Ngh!”

Who is that woman letting out such lewd cries? In her hazy vision, all she could see was pale flesh, the gloves and stockings fading from her focus. Teshiel’s hand reached out, grabbing one of her b*****s so tightly that it distorted under his grip. The other b****t continued to bounce with every thrust of his hips.

Thud.

“Hngh…!”

With each plunge of his shadowy figure between her legs, her thighs shook, and the garter belt strained against the movement. Flesh slapped against flesh, the sounds filling the room, making everything feel even more raw and animalistic.

In the mirror, her reflection was vulgar, filthy, an image of raw carnality. She wasn’t a maid anymore. She didn’t deserve that title.

She was the Demon King’s toy. Whether or not the necklace suited her didn’t matter—it was simply a mark of her role, nothing more.

And so, like this…

“Hngh! Ah! Hah, ah! Ngh… ah! Ah! Hngh! Aah!”

Her body arched back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, her mind swimming in the dizzying heat. This—being lost in ecstasy—was her duty as the Demon King’s toy, and she had accepted it.

Bonita’s moans filled the room as her back curved, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him, as if trying to hold him inside. Teshiel smiled in satisfaction, burying his face into her soft neck.

The scent of her pale skin was intoxicating—sweeter and more mesmerizing than anything else. It made him feel more powerful than when he was in the deepest pits of the demon realm. It made him harder, his desire more ravenous.

Only Bonita had this effect on him. He wanted more. He wanted to push her further, to make her wetter, to consume her completely. With a growl, he bit down on her neck, thrusting harder into her. Bonita, still caught in the throes of her climax, was slammed against the mirror.

“Haaah! Ah… Aahh!”

Her b*****s and cheeks pressed against the cold surface of the mirror as she was pushed forward, forced to take everything he gave her. The heat between her legs blazed hotter, melting her from the inside out. Nothing else mattered anymore—whether she was a maid or a mere plaything. All that existed was this moment.

“Aah… ah, My… My Lord… Ahh!”

Together, they reached their peak. Bonita’s body clenched uncontrollably as Teshiel’s length throbbed deep inside her, filling her with his burning release. She felt every pulse, every drop of the scorching fluid he poured into her, while his low groan of pleasure rumbled in her ear. As her consciousness faded, Bonita found a strange sense of satisfaction in hearing it.

***

That day, Bonita was allowed to report for duty only in the afternoon. When one of the maids brought out a new outfit, Bonita couldn’t help but feel a small sense of awe. It was a flowing, deep navy dress embroidered with shimmering silver thread—like a piece of the night sky. The bodice clung tightly to her waist, following the curves of her hips and thighs, before flaring out dramatically from the knees, forming a silhouette reminiscent of a mermaid.

As soon as she put it on, however, the awe she had felt earlier evaporated, replaced by shame. A narrow slit ran right across the center of her chest, perfectly aligned with her n*****s. The fabric parted, revealing the shadowed valley between her b*****s and just enough of her pink n*****s to catch anyone’s attention. The stark contrast of her pale skin against the dark fabric was impossible to ignore.