I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 52 - Part I End (Illustrations)

As they rode back to the castle, Bonita hunched over, trying to cover her bare chest with both arms. Even though the magic was supposed to keep her hidden, the thought of riding through the entire castle naked brought tears spilling down her cheeks.

Teshiel grabbed her arms, pulling them away from her chest. Her large, exposed b*****s bounced with each gallop of the horse.

“Sit up straight. You need to show off how beautiful you are here. No one else will see, but I can.”

He gently lifted her b*****s, fondling them as if to remind her of the marks he’d left. Despite everything, the touch of his hand felt so good that quiet moans kept escaping from her lips.

Though she knew no one else was in the private estate besides them, Bonita couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching from behind the countless leaves rustling in the breeze. As she sat bare on the horse, leaning against Teshiel, being teased and aroused, she felt as though unseen eyes were on her. The shame was overwhelming, but despite it, the wetness between her legs grew, and Bonita was caught in a spiral of self-loathing.

The forest gradually thinned, and as they approached the farmlands and the castle walls came into view, Bonita instinctively hunched over, trying to hide herself again. Just before they left the estate, Teshiel removed his riding coat.

“No one can see this either,” he said, draping it over Bonita’s shoulders.

As she pulled the front closed, the oversized coat enveloped her, shielding her body. Inside, the warmth from her body mixed with the lingering heat of the coat. Teshiel tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer as he spurred the horse forward, galloping swiftly toward the castle.

When they arrived, Rento was waiting at the gate. Teshiel dismounted first and spoke.

“Everything ready?”

“Yes, everything is in place. We can depart whenever you wish.”

“Proceed as planned.”

“Yes, Teshiel.”

Rento’s gaze flickered briefly toward the horse. Bonita, sitting in nothing but Teshiel’s coat, swallowed hard.

‘He said no one could see me…’

She had passed through the castle without anyone noticing her, without anyone hearing her faint moans. And yet, in that fleeting glance from Rento, she felt as though she’d been seen. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she clutched the coat tighter around her. Rento bowed respectfully to Teshiel before disappearing.

Teshiel reached up, lifting Bonita off the horse and carrying her effortlessly. He took her all the way to her room before dispelling the magic. The thin, invisible barrier that had enveloped her was gone. Unsure, Bonita hesitated, then slowly took off the coat, feeling she should return it.

“Here… thank you, hngh.”

The coat slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. Teshiel’s grip on her chest tightened painfully as he sank his teeth into her neck, pushing her down onto the bed.

“Ma-Master… please, I can’t take any more—ahhh!”

Before she could finish her plea, something massive pierced through her entrance and slammed deep inside. Having been toyed with on the way back, Bonita’s body was more than ready for him. Her swollen walls, used and sore from countless ravages, still clamped down on him as if craving more.

“Ah! Ah! Hngh, ah, ahhh!”

Pinned beneath his large frame, Bonita let out ragged, broken cries as her body responded instinctively, her hips rolling to meet his every thrust. Teshiel, slamming into her with a loud, resounding sound, whispered into her ear.

“You said you couldn’t take any more, didn’t you? But it seems your lower half thinks otherwise, Bonita.”

“N-No… ah, no, please!”

Her tear-filled eyes shook as she desperately shook her head, but the only thing spilling from her open mouth were sounds of ecstasy. She had lost count of how many times she’d climaxed today. Every nerve in her body grew more sensitive with each wave of pleasure, and each o****m hit her harder, pushing her further beyond her limits.

Gazing down at her lovingly as her body trembled and squeezed around him, Teshiel came again, spilling hotly inside her.

Utterly spent, Bonita couldn’t even muster the strength to move, nor did she notice when Teshiel finally left. She lay collapsed on the bed, falling straight into a deep, exhausted sleep.

***

In the dead of night, the door to Bonita’s room opened silently, and a shadow stepped inside. Golden eyes, capable of seeing clearly even in the dark, easily found Bonita’s form.

She was deep in sleep, her lips softly moving as if caught in a dream. Teshiel stood beside her bed, gazing at those lips for a long moment.

“…Bonita.”

He whispered her name softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. With care, he pulled the blanket up to her neck, tucking her in before quietly leaving the room.

– To be continued –

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