Chapter 175 - The Bitch Who Underestimates the Beast, Cecilia!
Celestia had stormed off like she was about to drag me to the dueling grounds any second, but after that, for several days, I didn't see hide nor hair of her—not the arena, not even her face. It felt like she'd come charging in the very next day to throw down, so was she plotting something? Hmm... Up until now, Celestia had thrown some pretty reckless moves my way, but I didn't think she'd stoop to dirty tricks at this point... Well, if she tried any funny business, I'd have no choice but to give her punishment she couldn't take back. ...She wasn't hoping for that, was she?
"Master. It's about time..."
"Huh, has it been that long already?"
With Celestia staying away, my days had been filled with adventurer quests and managing the business. After a few busy days like that, Cecilia's first training session—the one we'd contracted with the lord for—had snuck up on me.
Lizbet and Klea, who had come to let me know, were holding lingerie prepared by Lianna's women's clothing shop on the first floor.
"...It's called training, but it's basically just playing around with wooden swords. Isn't this a bit much?"
"We'll use it later anyway. Might as well prepare now. Plus, Cecilia's personality is so unpredictable..."
"The more we learn about her, the more shocking it gets... If you can't take it, just beat the crap out of her, Master—lord's daughter or not."
Even so, that was going too far. If she'd become one of my bitches like Celestia, maybe, but... And she didn't seem aware of it herself... Lizbet, you were pretty wild when we first met too, you know? ...Well, from what we've gathered, Cecilia's personality is even worse than the old you.
From what we'd learned, Cecilia's temperament was like a total bratty kid among Radia's nobility. Sure, she'd been trained in noble etiquette and could act the proper lady when she was calm... but the problem was, if someone caught her eye, she'd shed that noble facade and relentlessly torment them. Getting on her bad side was a nightmare.
Apparently, she tormented everyone equally except her fiancé Leo the hero and her parents... Man.
And it wasn't overt bullying—it was that sneaky, irritating kind that made victims want to punch her. Once my bitches heard she had decent sword skills too, they commissioned lingerie from Lianna's shop made of material resistant to slashing attacks.
Training should just mean wooden swords. They must've been preparing for the chance Cecilia went berserk with a real blade.
"Hmm... Well, the lord did say to prepare protective gear... But can those clothes really protect me?"
The lingerie the two were holding looked like ordinary seven-eighths tights that hugged the body. Resistant to slashes, sure, but they probably couldn't absorb impacts. Against Cecilia, who'd already turned one guy into a living eunuch... maybe we needed protection from blunt force instead?
"Ahaha♡ Don't worry, Master. No mere human bitch can harm your balls♡"
"We touch Master's balls every day, so you can trust us♡"
"Cecilia might even fall for Master right then, once she feels how superior and springy they are?"
True... the bounce on my twin balls was no joke. No matter how hard my bitches squeezed and kneaded, they sprang right back. I hadn't tested the bounce myself—it'd be awkward—but if my bitches who handled my horse cock and balls daily said so, maybe I could trust them.
"Alright then, Master. Let us help you get ready—over here..."
"I can dress myself in this much..."
"Come on, we're doing it for fun. Think of it as getting used to it early♡"
As they led me to the center of the room, my bitches slowly started stripping me. When did this start? At some point, they'd insisted on dressing me themselves. On normal days, they did it personally, but with our staff—the beast slaves who served me and my bitches like loyal dogs—they'd direct them to assist with changing.
At first, it felt weird having help with clothes... but now? It was like being a king. Pretty damn nice.
I had no idea what "getting used to" meant... but the feel of women changing my clothes and softly stroking my body was a pleasure no ordinary guy could experience.
"...Thanks, both of you."
I stroked their asses as they helped me into the chair, the lingerie, and armor. They beamed happily, nestling into my arms with smiles.
"Alright, I'm off. Just a light workout, so you two handle security for Maou Castle."
Maou Castle. The name I'd settled on after much thought. Puhuhu... I'd joked inside that I was the king among horses, but who knew I'd name a mere building Maou Castle and live there? I'd tried for something grander, but Lizbet, Klea, and even our slaves loved it, so whatever—stuck with it.
Living in Maou Castle as the Maou [Horse King]... Awkward at first, but now it felt like I really was some fantasy demon lord. Starting to grow on me.
"Hehe, leave it to us♡"
"Have fun~ Master♡"
"Yeah. See you..."
I waved to my bitches and headed to the Lord's Castle, grabbing my bat.
The moment Sema left the room, a wicked gleam shadowed the eyes of the two women who'd been waving with smiles. Lizbet and Klea narrowed their eyes with that malice, giggling toward the already-closed door.
"“...Have a safe trip. Our Maou [Demon King]♡”"
The laughter of the two bitches, steadily molding their master Sema into a true demon king, didn't reach him outside.
"Eww! Ugly monster!?"
That was Cecilia's greeting the moment I arrived at the training grounds—supposedly for her use—after greeting the lord. She was warming up, looking down at me with that infuriating smirk. God, it pissed me off.
"Ha, haha... Hello, milady."
"What? You're my sandbag this time?"
Check out this attitude. Sandbag right off the bat. ...Wait, did she treat her previous instructors like that too? Jeez...
"Hng... I've been itching to hunt monsters lately... Heh, big build—you'll feel good to slash."
She sauntered over with a smile that made me want to smack her, eyed my body, and spouted nonsense. Man... how could her face be so punchable? Such a waste. If Celestia were young, she'd look just like this. Same features, but how was the vibe so different? Celestia had a sharp, icy impression; this one had the exact same face but radiated pure annoyance.
...Was it the tights-like training gear and simple armor?
"Don't talk scary... It's sparring, but still training. Wooden swords."
"You think I came to swing a wooden stick? I'd rather hunt monsters than boring training like that."
"Milady, are you really the lord's and Celestia's daughter? So rough?"
"Hey. Quit whining and grab a weapon over there. Let's see what you got."
"This crazy... Fine. Don't regret it."
Crazy... She was seriously planning to swing a real sword. Good thing we prepped the lingerie. Thanks, my bitches.
But why so cocky? Was she that strong? Let's check her level.
Name: Cecilia Laidir Neve
Race: Human
Level: 28 (9620 / 14800)
Title: Talented Swordsman Who Loves Tormenting Others
Age: 19
Yeah. Loves tormenting people, huh. Impressive. A title for that? Level 28... Impressive for her age, but not enough to be that arrogant.
After building the place, I'd taken occasional quests hunting monsters, hitting level 24. Considering my stats outpaced my level, I'd pass for over 30 among adventurers.
And above all... I'd beaten level 52 Celestia despite her being a mage. This? No sweat.
"Which one? Lots of swords..."
"Pick the one that hurts less when I slash you? You're the one getting cut—choose wisely."
Wow. Confidence on a level 28. All these swords had different shapes. She knew how to use them all? She must think I'm a total scrub... Fine. Here's a needle-thin toothpick that wouldn't scratch me.
"...Pfft. Big body, total wuss."
"It's just training—don't overdo it. We watch each other's backs."
"Oh, right. Monster scared of getting killed. Don't worry—I'll spare your life."
...God, I wanna deck her. Toss me another sword already?
"Jeez... Milady, I'm pretty strong myself. Heard I took down a Hero Eater?"
"Nope. You monsters probably rigged it, huh?"
Every word tests my patience. Celestia, how'd you raise her?
"Man... Sigh. Any other weapons?"
"Grab that stick you brought. Personal training ground—no swords but these."
"That'll hurt if it lands."
"Dodge it then? What, you planning to beat me? Oh my~ Monster getting cocky~ Your job's to die and give XP, right?"
Grr...! This bitch... Full swing pulverizing strike, pretend I don't know?
"Alright. Stance. No skills since it's training."
"...No skills? Beat these muscles without?"
"Just me going easy. Scared? Use yours."
...Scared? Scaaaared!?
"...No skills. No regrets, Cecilia."
"Pfft. Monster talking big? First day, so I'll go easy. Come at me, scrub monster♡"
Fine, you bitch. Today I'll full-swing this bat right into that skinny waist. Lord's daughter or not—first hit, then think! No, I'll educate her for the lord who let her loose! I'll make that punchable face cry rivers, Cecilia!
Blood boiling at her annoying expression, I shoved my bat forward and charged.