Chapter 172 - The Beast's Special Education! (2)
“Oh, so you’re saying you’ll take it?”
“Yes. Now that my busy schedule has mostly cleared up, I figured something like this might be fine.”
The day after receiving the letter from the lord, I headed straight to meet him and let him know I’d take charge of Cecilia’s training. Sure, playing teacher to that pretty-faced little brat sounded like a headache... but right now, it was an offer I couldn’t be more grateful for.
Didn’t Celestia know about this? If she had, she wouldn’t have picked that fight with me, knowing it’d mean seeing my face all the time... Well, details aside—this was a golden opportunity. No way I was letting it slip.
Puhuhu... Celestia. Just hold on a sec. I’ve got a special punishment prepared just for you.
“...But why me specifically? I’m grateful and all, but someone of your standing must know way more skilled folks...”
“Um, well...”
When I tossed out the question that’d been bugging me since the letter arrived, the lord’s face twisted into something awkward, and he looked away.
...?
What’s with that? Now I’m getting worried.
“Is it something hard to talk about...?”
“No, no. It’s just... a bit rude toward you. Ahem...”
“It’s fine—speak freely. Not knowing just makes me more curious.”
“Hmm... If you insist, though it’s truly regrettable...”
The lord looked downright troubled, cleared his throat awkwardly, then spoke with genuine apology etched on his face.
“Sorry to say this after asking the favor, but... my daughter has a bit of a personality problem.”
Wow. For a parent to straight-up admit their kid’s messed up. How bad is she?
“We let her do whatever she wanted since she was little, and now she thinks it’s her right. She flat-out refuses anything boring or unpleasant.”
Total spoiled brat. You nailed everything else, Lord, but child-rearing? Epic fail.
“And what she’s deepest into is sword training and monster hunting. At first, her dedication impressed me, so I hired all sorts of teachers...”
“And then?”
“...Her personality drove them all off before long.”
Guess the Cecilia I met was on her best behavior then...
“I see... But I don’t even use a sword, and I’m no teacher. You sure about this?”
“Hm? No, that’s not what I want from you. Awkward as a parent to say it, but Cecilia’s got real talent—she soaked up everything even as teachers bailed.”
“Then?”
“...She loves monster hunting, probably picked it up from Celestia.”
Hmm. No way...
“...Sorry, but as a Divine Beast, you count as a monster by classification... Spar with her. Tire her out a little.”
“Ah...”
“Rude request, I know. No one for sparring or training, so she’s bursting with energy—keeps dragging soldiers out...”
“...So, not real training. Just play with her to burn stamina?”
“Exactly. She’s hounding poor busy Leo now; real headache. Leave her be, she’ll cause trouble someday.”
What a brat. Cecilia. Never figured I’d get asked to play with a grown woman to wear her down.
“If that’s it, no issue. Proper sword training? Might’ve passed.”
“You’ve been adventuring less than a year, still learning yourself. Wouldn’t want to burden you.”
Puhuhu. Guess Celestia didn’t spill that I beat her ass? Endurance win—no hits landed—but a W’s a W.
I chuckled inwardly, picturing her pissed-off face when she collapsed from exhaustion, as the lord handed me a sheet of paper.
Schedule: Starting next week, 3 sessions per week, 2 hours per day.
Compensation: 3 gold coins per month.
Conditions: No liability for injuries during sparring. Protective gear recommended (self-provided).
Termination: Either party may end with 7 days' notice.
Lordly commission, alright. Not bad at all. Hell, generous. No fault for injuries in spars too. Thoughtful touch.
Sign-worthy for sure.
“Yes. Looks good.”
“Mm. Thank you. Take good care of my girl.”
“Puhuhu. More like I’m the one learning here...”
I had my reasons for taking Cecilia’s training, but these terms? Hell yeah—thanks a bunch. Felt like sweet gig tutoring.
“...One thing, just in case—bring protective gear to sessions. Castle’s got none...”
“Hm? Protective gear out of nowhere?”
“...Truth is, the last teacher... got burst by my daughter...”
...Burst? Where? No fucking way there?
Hey, Lord. Look at me straight and say it. Where’d it burst?
Watched me sign, now you drop this? You bastard...
“...He got treatment, right?”
“...Regrettably, it hit saint selection season. Bishops and saints who could heal that level were away. Missed the window...”
“...Both sides?”
“Both...”
Oof... Brutal.
“Compensated him generously—dipped into my own pocket. But as a man... couldn’t face him.”
“I... see. Duly noted.”
Cecilia... damn, she’s a monster. Balls one guy into oblivion. My horse nuts’d survive...? Better gear up anyway.
“Albert. Sign these... p-papers...!?”
I was glaring daggers at the shifty-eyed lord over the signed contract when Celestia—here for her own business—burst in clutching documents.
Perfect. Celestia. Real reason I showed today!
“Ah, Celestia. Good timing. About Cecilia’s trainer we discussed—Sema here agreed...”
“W-what!? Trainer!?”
“Yes? You suggested it too?”
“Y-yeah!? I, I did... uh...”
She dropped her papers spotting me, face draining pale at the lord’s words.
Hmm... Unknowingly greenlit it, huh? Puhuhu... Shit finally clicks.
“Huh? You said so at dinner too...”
“A-ah! R-right... I... did... ugh...”
That reaction screamed Confusion skill meddling. Thought it minor, but damn—potent.
Sweet. Was gonna hunt you down anyway. Time to chat, Celestia.
“Wow, Lady Celestia. Long time no see.”
“E-eh!? Ah... y-yes... long time...”
“As you know, thrilled to take Cecilia’s training gig. Castle visits three days a week starting next.”
“Th-three days...”
“We’ll be seeing lots of each other. Oh, quick question—why that duel day...”
“Aaaaaah!!!”
“Duel” slipped out, and she flailed her arms like a kid, trying to shut me up.
Puhaha. Gorgeous 40s wife in full panic mode. Adorable.
“Hm? Duel just now?”
“N-no!? M-misheard! Albert!”
“...Puhuhu. Bad pronunciation on my part. Anyway, got another question... mind a sec?”
“U-ugh... s-sure...”
“Then, Lord—next week.”
“Mm? Ah, yes. See you...”
“Right... Lady Celestia.”
“......Y-you. Sign these, please.”
Greeted the lord, coaxed Celestia out, slipped from the office.
She handed papers to him, shut the door, followed—glaring, cheeks flushed.
“Y-you...!”
“Wow, Lady Celestia. Was gonna drop by after your business. Spot-on timing.”
“Cecilia’s trainer!? What the hell!?”
“Hm? You okayed it? What’s the issue?”
Prime reaction. Face a sight to behold.
Closed in, slung arm over her shoulder, kneaded those massive tits spilling into my hand.
“...!!! C-crazy!? What’re you—this monster...!!”
Outside lord’s office. Empty hall, but she panicked at a strange male groping her chest—hissed curses low.
“Pretty ballsy stunt you pulled, Celestia?”
“...!!”
I whispered; she jolted, froze solid.
“Told you—mess with my property, gotta feed the claimants... or something like that.”
“W-what’re you... I didn’t...”
“...Puhu. Walk? Monster hearing’s sharp. Drop if footsteps near—no worries.”
“U-ugh...”
Quiet, spacious castle corridor. Arm ’round her shoulder, hand full of bouncy tit-meat, strolling side by side.
She quivered but walked obediently, no fight.
“Lemme see—Celestia’s room this way?”
“...Y-yes... B-but I really didn’t...”
“C’mon. We’ve seen it all. After that scorching fuck.”
“Y-you monster, insulting me...!”
“Hey. Celestia.”
Squeezed her tit hard, voice low; her face stiffened, body shook.
“Really disappointed... Screw me over, then play dumb?”
“Eek, ugh...!”
“Bullied like this—pissed as hell. Need to vent... Ah! Lord’s offer’s perfect timing.”
“...!!! Y-you wouldn’t...!!”
“Stress builds to next week, might rough up someone’s little girl. Hands twitching bad.”
“U-ugh...!!”
Pissed, Celestia? Payback for your bullshit. Take it.
Protect the daughter? Easy fix.
“Hmm... Someone relieves this stress... daughter stays safe.”
GUIDED her hand to my pants—bulging from the flared horse cock.
She just trembled, no resistance—palm atop my dick, frozen stiff.
“...Your call? Keep denying, your girl gets it next week...”
“A-alright! Leave Cecilia alone!”
“Puhuhu... Smart choice... Ah, this your room?”
O... Not lord’s office huge, but fancy door screams elite.
“H-here’s my office... B-but not here...”
“Nah. Just walking you home.”
Pale as a ghost, shaking pitifully.
Released the tits, stroked her shimmering sky-blue locks, whispered close.
“Tonight. My place. Time for punishment for your stunt.”
“P-punish... ment...?”
“Puhuhu. What—thought I’d go easy like last time?”
Anticipate it. Me and my bitches prepped something special for you.
Won’t end in mere confusion this round, Celestia.
“That daughter-protecting resolve? I’ll break it. Brace yourself.”
She bowed her head—hiding her face—clutched her dress hem, body quaking.
Somehow, that tremble looked laced with excitement, not just fear, in my eyes.