I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 51

His voice held a reprimanding tone as he stopped in front of her, and Bonita stared at him, mesmerized. The water, which reached her chest, barely touched his waist. His caramel-toned upper body gleamed wetly, with droplets falling from his jet-black hair and dangerous, animal-like horns. With a smooth motion, he brushed her lips with his thumb.

“Your lips have turned blue.”

Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he moved closer.

“Let me help.”

“Ahh…”

Teshiel’s warm hands caressed her body gently. In the freezing cold water, his touch was impossible to resist. His hands slid over her neck, her chest, her stomach, and down her sides until they reached between her legs. By then, Bonita was gasping for breath, practically clinging to him.

“Ahh… Ahh…”

He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck and teased her softly.

“No matter how much I rub, you still feel so slippery.”

“Ahh… Ngh, ah!”

“I suppose I’ll have to do something to stop you from leaking so much.”

It didn’t need to be said what Teshiel used to block Bonita’s entrance. What followed was inevitable. Bonita soon realized that even in icy water, her body could heat up under his touch. She also learned that entering the water to wash had been a completely useless endeavor. Once in the water, and then once again after they emerged, Bonita had satisfied his unyielding desire, leaving her utterly exhausted, unable to even lift her body.

Lying on the picnic blanket, eyes closed and breath shallow, she felt something soft brush her lips.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, and a strawberry was gently pushed inside. The fragrant, tart sweetness filled her mouth, and Bonita let out a soft moan as she accepted it. Watching her take the strawberry so compliantly, Teshiel chuckled softly.

The strawberries were quite large, too big for Bonita to eat in one bite. Teshiel watched intently as she bit into the fruit, her red lips and tongue enveloping it, and after she had a bite, he would eat the remaining half himself. Despite being slightly under-ripe, the strawberries tasted as sweet as honey after passing through Bonita’s lips.

Once she had regained a bit of energy, and her eyes began to focus again, Teshiel pulled her into his arms, resting her back against his chest. Suppressing the growing heaviness below his waist, he fed her a sandwich as if he were a doting parent bird.

“Is it good?”

Bonita nodded, resigned to her situation. Despite her compliance, the way she obediently ate whatever he gave her was unbearably endearing. He couldn’t resist pushing further and poured her some wine, bringing the glass to her lips. Although Bonita flinched, remembering the time she had been drenched in wine, she quietly accepted it. The warmth of the alcohol quickly spread through her tired body, making the wine taste sweeter with each sip.

Seeing the flush rise in Bonita’s cheeks, Teshiel removed the glass from her lips.

“That’s enough. You’ve had enough wine for now. We still have to head back.”

Every time Teshiel spoke, Bonita could feel the vibrations of his chest reverberating against her back. The warmth from his body felt so comforting that she wanted to turn around and nestle into his embrace. But she didn’t dare. If she did, she knew she would be forced to spread her legs again. So, she remained still, simply feeling her heart race inside her chest.

Teshiel lifted the wine glass to his lips, drinking from the spot where Bonita’s lips had touched. After resting with her in his arms for a while, he stood up. It was time to return. While he adjusted his clothing and packed the boxes onto the horse, Bonita quickly tried to find whatever scraps of her torn clothing she could still wear.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

When she turned around, Teshiel stood with his arms crossed, watching her with an amused grin. Bonita hesitated.

“Cl-clothing…”

Before she could finish, Teshiel strode toward her and pressed his palm against her forehead, teasingly. After a few seconds, she felt something like a thin film covering her body. There was no visible change, but it was clear that something had happened.

“Now, no one but me will be able to see you or hear you.”

In other words, there was no need for clothing. But the thought of crossing through the outer and inner parts of the castle, passing countless people, made Bonita glance nervously down at her torn clothes.

“What’s the matter? Don’t trust me?”

“…Of course I trust you, My Lord.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized she would have to abandon her clothes.