I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 34

“It’s the finest wine among humans, so of course, you’d find it enjoyable.”

Still smiling, he took the empty glass from her hand and placed it down before pouring champagne into another glass.

“Now, drink this too.”

Why is he being so kind today? Bonita’s hands trembled with nervousness as she lifted the champagne to her lips.

Bonita could barely tell if the wine was passing through her mouth or her nose, but she dutifully obeyed, taking a sip, then pausing to breathe before taking another. Teshiel had said to drink slowly, but how slow was slow enough for the Lord of Demons? As she fumbled through her sips, he leisurely enjoyed his first glass of wine, yet was already pouring the third and fourth glasses of different varieties. It seemed like today, his intention was to drown her in wine.

By the time she had finished her third glass and held the fourth, a light dizziness began to spread through her. Teshiel, watching her cheeks flush and her eyes grow a bit hazy, filled her fifth glass. After downing the fourth glass, Bonita finally protested.

“My Lord, if I drink any more, I’m really going to get drunk…”

Her words were starting to slur after finishing four glasses of wine in such a short time.

“If you get drunk, all you’ll do is spill tea everywhere. You always spill it anyway.”

That’s only because you never let me focus on pouring properly… But of course, she could never say that out loud. Silently, she accepted the fifth glass, then the sixth, drinking them without complaint. Her tongue felt sweet and heavy. After she tasted seven different wines, Teshiel unexpectedly smiled, his expression filled with anticipation.

“Which one did you like best?”

“Mm…”

Bonita raised her hand sluggishly and pointed to the fourth bottle, a deep red wine. Her movements were slow and uncoordinated.

“This one was my favorite.”

Teshiel picked up the bottle and read the label.

“A vintage from Imperial Year 72.”

That’s the year I was born, Bonita thought hazily.

Teshiel stood up and approached her. He kissed her lightly on the n****e, then slid his hand through the slit in her dress, grabbing the fabric and tearing it open further, revealing her fully exposed chest.

“Ah…”

Having just recently been treated by the priestess, her body showed only a few traces of his previous markings. With one hand, Teshiel cupped her b****t, then poured the wine she had chosen over it.

The blood-red wine trickled down her pale chest. A moment later, the cold sensation registered. “Ah,” Bonita gasped, her mouth slightly open. In her intoxicated state, it took her a moment to realize what was happening to her. Teshiel bit down hard on her b****t, sucking it deeply.

“Ah, ngh… Uh…”

Teshiel slowly licked and sucked every inch of her b****t. The heat between Bonita’s legs began to rise, and as she swayed unsteadily, his hand gripped her waist firmly. With a lingering lick of the wine drop resting on her n****e, he spoke.

“Delicious. You chose well.”

Teshiel then grabbed the knife resting on the table. Bonita turned her head slowly, her eyes widening in fear when she saw it.

“My… my Lord…”

“Don’t move.”

With a swift motion, the blade sliced through her dress. The fabric was shredded to pieces. The remaining cloth barely covered her legs in the front, while the back was almost entirely exposed, leaving her b******s fully revealed. Teshiel pushed her down onto the table, and more wine was poured across her body. The liquid flowed between her cheeks, tickling her most sensitive parts.

“Ah, ngh… my Lord, p-please, please not here, ah… hngh, uh…”

Teshiel bit her b******s and licked the wine, inching closer between her legs. Bonita, now lying face down on the table, breathed heavily in panic as she glanced around. Beyond the greenhouse’s vast array of flowers and trees stood the clear glass walls, and beyond them, the garden. The view from the garden into the greenhouse was unobstructed, making it clear that anyone outside could see inside. Bonita could make out the distant figures of servants walking past. A few had even entered earlier. She was terrified.

When his tongue reached her c******s, slick with red wine, Bonita broke into tears, raising her upper body from the table.

“Please, my Lord, please… let’s go somewhere else, please, ah… ahhh…”

Teshiel’s hand mercilessly pressed her back down onto the table, his grip tightening on her hips as he brought his lips close to her ear.

“Why? Don’t you like it here? Hmm? I think the gardeners would be disappointed. They’ve worked so hard to make it beautiful.”