IV. Picnic

For a while, relatively peaceful days have passed. Bonita, as always, wore outfits that never seemed to cover her completely, serving tea, and Teshiel, after teasing the exposed parts, would eventually take her and ruin her. As the days went by, there were fewer and fewer places in the Demon King’s castle where Bonita hadn’t yet spread her legs. She would return to her room exhausted and fall into deep sleep until morning.

Surprisingly, despite having her bedroom right next to his, Teshiel had never once entered her room. After about ten uneventful days, Bonita gradually began to sleep peacefully at night. The night became her sole time to truly rest.

In addition, ever since her failed escape, there was one significant change. Teshiel no longer touched her body in front of others. Although she was still required to wear revealing outfits, the fact that she wasn’t harassed in front of other people gave her a sense of relief.

Incredibly, Bonita slowly began to adjust to this lifestyle. Then, one day, something different happened.

Her outfit that day was a dress divided into two parts: a top and a skirt. The skirt was a deep, rose-red color, fanning out elegantly below her waist like the petals of a rose. The top was white, but so short that it barely covered her n*****s and the upper part of her b*****s, leaving the lower curves of her chest exposed.

The most ridiculous thing was the embroidery on the top. Right over her n*****s, red roses, the same shade as the skirt, were stitched into the fabric, drawing the eye to her chest like a target.

Blushing as red as her dress, Bonita gathered the tea set. With every step, her b*****s bounced slightly, and the pale pink of her areolas peeked out from under the short top, only to disappear again.

Teshiel was in a meeting with the knights of the castle. When Bonita entered the meeting room with the tea, the knights’ gazes immediately landed on her face, then trailed down to her slim, exposed waist, and finally settled on the roses embroidered over her chest. Bonita bit her lip, feeling their eyes on her.

By now, there wasn’t a single person in the Demon King’s castle who didn’t know of Bonita’s presence. Everyone, even the lowest of servants, knew exactly what her role was. The knights in the meeting room were no exception—they glanced at her for just a brief moment before turning their attention elsewhere.

Though no one made it obvious, inwardly, who knew what they were thinking? Only a newly appointed young knight, unfamiliar with the atmosphere, blushed and stole shy glances at her.

As Bonita set the teacup down in front of Teshiel and poured his tea, the meeting resumed.

“So, that greedy dragon has demanded the Emerald Mine in the west.”

“We can’t just give it away. The damage is already significant, with half of the region left in ruins.”

“I’ve heard about the damage. We’ll discuss the countermeasures in a moment. First, is there anything we could offer in exchange for the mine?”

“In my opinion…”

By now, she had grown used to waiting for the cups to empty. Half listening to the discussions and half letting the words drift away, Bonita moved swiftly to refill Teshiel’s cup whenever it was empty. The constant exposure of her areolas as she walked was mortifying.

‘He keeps me by his side because my shame amuses him,’ she thought, refilling the tea and stepping back.

Even standing there, in this revealing outfit, feeling the knights’ occasional glances, she found it much easier to bear than before.

‘In the past, I would’ve already been sitting on His Majesty’s lap,’ she thought.

His fingers would be twisting her n*****s beneath the embroidered roses on her dress, and despite her best efforts to hold back, she would inevitably let out a soft moan. All the while, the knights would be watching her as she was fondled and humiliated. She could imagine how the fabric of her dress would be wet between her thighs from the shame.

Perhaps he would’ve slid his hand under her skirt, knowing full well she was already drenched. He’d surely torment her more, and she, with tears in her eyes, would have been left trembling, hoping for the meeting to end soon. And afterward…

Bonita quickly shook her head, snapping herself out of the spiraling daydream. Her face was flushed with heat, and even her n*****s had hardened from the mere thought. Thankfully, the thick red rose embroidery managed to hide them.

‘This meeting is just too long,’ she thought to herself.