I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 57

Through the towel, she could feel the firmness of his pectoral muscles. His rock-hard abs went without saying, and his surprisingly slender waist was even more attractive than she remembered. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, taking in his face with its relaxed expression. It was so soft, so unlike his usual self. The sharp lines of his nose, the masculine cut of his jaw, and his thick eyebrows. His long, black eyelashes seemed even longer than hers. And then there were those lips—those lips that always tormented her…

Her hands paused, and Teshiel opened his eyes.

“Are you finished?”

“Ah…”

Except for his still-healing shoulder, there were no other wounds. Bonita nodded.

“If I apply some ointment and wrap it with a bandage…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Teshiel suddenly lifted her up. The scent Bonita had been unconsciously giving off had been growing stronger, and his already short patience had run out.

Bonita’s clothes were stripped off in an instant as she was dragged into the bathroom, her corset tossed to the floor. Teshiel set her down in the large bathtub before removing his own clothes. Seeing how his excitement was now in full view, Bonita blushed and lowered her head, but since he quickly joined her in the tub, she couldn’t avoid seeing it again.

Teshiel’s eyes lazily roamed over Bonita’s body. It had been a while since he’d seen her flawless figure. Now that her tightly compressed upper body was freed, her skin began to flush pink as the blood flowed back. Her soft, round b*****s gently floated in the warm water, creating a perfect curve, and her rosy n*****s stiffened under his gaze, as if begging to be touched.

Bonita, still too flustered to cover herself as she’d been taught before, instead turned her head to the side in embarrassment. Yet, with her flushed cheeks and shy glances toward him, she murmured in a small voice,

“Be careful not to let the water touch your shoulder.”

That was all the provocation he needed. Teshiel grabbed her waist and hauled her toward him, sinking his teeth into her sweetly fragrant neck. A soft gasp escaped her lips, brushing against his ears. His hand slid down her waist, gripping her soft, supple rear tightly, leaving imprints as he pulled her closer.

The throbbing, swollen length of him pressed against her lower belly, causing Bonita to tremble. Teshiel traced his tongue along the curve of her ear, whispering,

“Seems like you were quite comfortable while I was away.”

Comfortable? She hadn’t had a single peaceful night’s sleep. All day, her thoughts had been consumed by Teshiel. When she did finally fall asleep, she dreamt of spreading her legs for him, and upon waking, she’d felt hollow, heading straight to the library to bury herself in books about demons or dragons. Worrying about him, resenting him, and missing him—that was all Bonita had done in his absence.

“Ah… ha… That’s not true…”

“Lying deserves punishment.”

Teshiel gripped her b****t tightly enough to hurt, his lips closing over her n****e as he sucked deeply.

“Ah! I’m not… Ah!”

“Then what did you do?”

“I-I was in the library… Ha….”

“Out of everywhere you could’ve gone, you chose the library?”

Teshiel let out a low laugh. As he scorched the dragon’s wings with fire, he had wondered if Bonita might have fled. If she had, he thought he might scour the ends of the earth to find her and drag her back, imagining the sight of her sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of a public square. Then again, he’d thought, perhaps it would be better to simply let her go if she had managed to endure this long.

Lost in those thoughts, Teshiel had only come back to his senses when the intense pain in his shoulder reminded him to finish the battle by igniting flames in Kaplites’s eye.

But here she was, having waited obediently for him.

“In that case, I suppose you deserve a reward.”

Rewards and punishments, in the end, were the same thing. Teshiel slipped his fingers into her slick entrance. After only a week without him, her passage had already tightened again, gripping his fingers snugly. As his thick fingers curled and twisted inside her, Bonita let out sweet moans, her hips shaking.