The Bitch Who Underestimates the Beast, Cecilia! (2)
"......No way..."
Hearing the bell-like alarm signaling the end of training, I trembled, overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness. No way. How the hell did it come to this?
"Haa, haa... You kept up better than I thought. But..."
Catching her breath, Cecilia lifted her head proudly and looked down at me with a mocking sneer.
The training session with Cecilia had dragged on for about two hours. I'd taken it on thinking it wouldn't be a big deal...
"This is basically my win, right? You didn't land a single hit on me."
I hadn't been able to slam my horse cock into Cecilia's body even once. It wasn't a clear victory or defeat, but practically speaking, it was my loss. My body was covered in the traces of her minor attacks, while Cecilia was unscathed beyond a bit of sweat.
At first, I'd charged in half-excited, but midway through, sensing something off, I'd gotten serious about the spar—and still ended up like this.
...How the fuck is this possible? This makes no sense!
"Heehee♡ Dickbait♡ Loser♡ Pathetic monster♡ Your skills suck♡"
"...I haven't lost yet?"
"It's as good as a loss. I went easy on you, and you still didn't hit me once?"
Irritated, I shot back, but she was right. With Celestia, she'd worn out first for my judgment win, but this was different. A two-hour time limit spar, followed by the stark difference in our conditions afterward—no one had collapsed from exhaustion.
If there'd been a referee, anyone judging it would've declared Cecilia the winner.
...Fuck. Even without skills, how does she last two hours? Not even a hero could do that.
"Phew... Well, you're better than those nagging old teachers who bitched endlessly. Pathetic, but pretty tough. It was kinda fun♡"
She sheathed her sword back in its place, wiped her sweat with a towel, and headed for the door. At the threshold, Cecilia grinned annoyingly and giggled at me.
"Anyway, loser pathetic monster, clean up the training hall before you go. Next session's in two days, right? Don't be late—come get beat again~♡"
Ugh, that bitch's attitude... Even her words are...
...But this time, I didn't feel like charging at her. I'd been toyed with by a mere level 28, 19-year-old brat without landing a single hit.
Just before coming today, I'd been appraising her face and figure, planning to smack her if she got too cocky...
Smack her my ass—I'd just been her fucking sandbag.
...Fuck... This sucks balls.
"......Haa, haa..."
Leaving the training hall looking unscathed, Cecilia started trembling and panting the moment she stepped into the corridor.
I hadn't expected it. That monster I'd mocked as a joke was this tough.
If the training time had been even a bit longer, or if skills were allowed, her own body—reaching its limit—would've collapsed first.
"...He hits hard, that monster..."
She'd provoked him plenty, letting him do as he pleased, but the training had gone exactly as Cecilia planned.
Cecilia's specialty was nimble footwork paired with quick, light thrusts of her rapier. When she ordered her instructors to bring swords for training against a noble like her, they'd reluctantly bring lighter blades over heavy ones.
Taking a sword that suited her perfectly, she'd loved tormenting them—watching them suffer as she toyed with them.
But against that monster, she hadn't had that leisure.
As talented as she was, Cecilia could freely wield her sword in any situation. She was confident even mid-level adventurers could be decent opponents.
But one solid hit from that monster's heavy strikes, and she'd be done—instant loss. She couldn't relax for a second.
She'd suspected as much seeing those magnificent muscles... but she never imagined a lower-level monster like him would have that kind of raw power.
One hit and it's over. That gave her a thrilling, exhilarating rush she'd never felt before.
"...Heehee. Got myself a good toy..."
All her previous instructors had been annoying humans yapping about form and skills. The one right before this monster was an ugly old fart she hated, so she'd just kicked him to the curb.
But this monster was different. No lectures—just pure, fun sparring with the thrill of one hit ending it.
And after training, those glimpses of his splendid, muscular body marked with her shallow cuts... Seeing that rugged form stirred a strange excitement in her, making her crave twisting his face in agony even more.
"...Heehee, next time he comes, how should I..."
"Cecilia?"
Leaning against the wall, lost in thoughts of the monster's body despite her fatigue, a familiar voice approached.
Just hearing it lifted her mood—her fiancé. Leo, the hero and Radia soldier, spotted her from across the hall and walked over.
"Ah. Out of training already? How was it? Training with the divine beast?"
"...Hee. No big deal. I tormented him plenty."
"Again with that... If you make this divine beast quit like the others, the lord'll be pissed?"
"Aww, more nagging. But this one's tough, so he should be fine?"
"...The lord seemed deep in thought about having a divine beast in the city. Go easy on him..."
Leo approached with a troubled smile. The moment he lightly touched her shoulder, he looked at her in surprise.
"...Damn, the divine beast really is something. To wear you out this much..."
The private training had started to sap some of Cecilia's strength, who tormented the soldiers. No instructor had ever handled her stubborn, overflowing power.
If she didn't like them, she'd bully them with words and actions—leaving the instructors exhausted while she was still full of energy.
Then, on training days, Leo's routine included hanging out with the still-vigorous Cecilia.
But the heat and sweat from her body under his hand told him there was no need today.
"Ah, I'm not tired, okay? From just sparring with a monster like that..."
"Even if you say that, I've never seen you this wiped out..."
Cecilia threw herself obsessively into her interests until exhaustion. Lately, that was swinging her sword to slay monsters.
She'd grown so fast she now matched even him, a hero... yet this divine beast had drained her stamina in a spar?
He, her hero fiancé, couldn't keep up with her—not because of skill, but because he tired first...
Leo inwardly marveled once more at the divine beast who'd sapped her strength like this.
"Looks like no extra sparring today, huh?"
"...Haa. Yeah... whatever."
She pouted sullenly, but Cecilia meekly admitting it was rare. She must really be out of gas.
Leo sighed in relief inwardly, figuring he'd see her head to bed early tonight.
"...Still! We're eating dinner together tonight! I'll wash up, so get ready to head out!"
"Haha, got it, got it. Hurry and clean up. I'll wait out front by the castle."
"Yeah! See ya, Leo oppa!"
Soldier and lord's daughter though they were, when alone, she'd call him "oppa." That endearing gesture, waving as she said it—like a cute troublemaker little sister—naturally brought a smile to Leo's face.
...Impressive divine beast. Hope he sticks around and keeps handling Cecilia from now on.
Intrigued by the divine beast's skill in satisfying her so thoroughly, he'd thought those muscles meant he wasn't ordinary—but hearing he was just over level 20, he'd figured there'd be a gap with Cecilia or himself.
Marveling once more at the divine beast, Leo headed out to wait for Cecilia, wishing he'd take charge of her training long-term.