I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 55

On a barren land, blood and suffering flowed in abundance. Most of the dying belonged to the dragon’s kin. The remnants of the deadly breath crackled as it crawled along the ground, while the flames of the demon realm burned everything to ash.

Teshiel pressed his foot firmly into the ground where his banner was planted. The blue dragon, Kaplites, groaned beneath his foot. Its wings were torn in several places, and one of its eyes was consumed by black flames. Teshiel looked down at the dragon’s eye and spoke.

“I’ll consider the price of your arrogance paid with that eye. Next time, it will cost you your life.”

Kaplites stubbornly kept its mouth shut, refusing to answer. Teshiel raised his right arm, and the flames burning the dragon’s eye flared as if to engulf its entire head.

“…I understand, Demon Lord.”

Only after hearing that did Teshiel lightly step off the dragon’s head. With a snap of his fingers, the flames consuming its eye died down. Kaplites, with its tattered wings, fled beyond the mountains, and the dragon’s surviving kin followed laboriously behind it.

Teshiel approached Rento, who was commanding the soldiers, and asked,

“What’s the casualty report?”

“We don’t have many in critical condition or dead, but the number of injured is significant. I’ve requested help from a nearby temple, so they should arrive soon.”

Teshiel pressed his throbbing head with one hand as he listened to the rest of Rento’s report. Rento furrowed his brows.

“See? I told you I could brew it for you.”

“Are you telling me to drink tea brewed by a man?”

“You used to drink it just fine before.”

“Enough.”

Teshiel waved his other hand dismissively, indicating he didn’t want to hear more. Blood droplets flicked off his fingertips, trailing from a wound on his shoulder down his arm.

“Treat your wound first.”

“It’s not that deep, so leave it. I need to get back and have some tea as soon as possible.”

Teshiel strode away and swiftly mounted his horse. Rento shook his head in disbelief. Watching Teshiel ride off, he let out a sigh.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take care of all the cleanup myself.”

Teshiel returned to the Demon Lord’s castle on the eighth day since his departure. Upon hearing the news, Bonita, who had been holed up in the library, hurriedly ran out to the entrance. She arrived just as Teshiel was dismounting his horse. The horse, having been pushed hard, was foaming at the mouth and stumbling. A waiting servant quickly took hold of the reins.

“Lord… Teshiel?”

Bonita gasped, covering her mouth with both hands when she saw the blood-soaked state of his shoulder. Tears welled up instantly.

“W-What happened? Are you hurt? Why are you alone? Where are the others? Shouldn’t you… get treatment?”

“Bonita.”

Without warning, Teshiel pulled her into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

“You’ve dressed up, I see, now that I’m gone.”

He rubbed the stiff corset beneath her clothes as he licked her neck. The sensation, which she hadn’t felt in so long, made her knees weaken slightly.

“Ah, w-wait… you should get treated first… Your Majesty. Please, contact the priest quickly…”

With a low chuckle, Teshiel’s lips traveled from her neck down to her collarbone.

“A priest? For a demon? Are you trying to kill me, or do you want the priest dead?”

“Then how… how will you get treated… Ah!”

Teshiel lifted Bonita easily, draping her over his uninjured shoulder as he strode into the castle.

“Tea. Bathwater.”

The servants scattered in response to his orders. Bonita, feeling as if she were being kidnapped, was carried straight to the bedroom. Teshiel’s mouth found her upper chest, pressing against the flesh that had been pushed up by the corset as he pulled up the hem of her dress. His hand slipped beneath the layers of undergarments, brushing against the bare skin of her thigh, causing her to shudder.

She couldn’t deny how much she had longed for his touch, but the blood soaking his shoulder worried her too much for her to fully give in.

“Please, get treated first… Ah, Your Majesty, please… please get treated…”

Teshiel wasn’t listening. Instead, he looked ready to tear her clothes apart entirely.