The Bitch Who Underestimates the Beast, Cecilia! (3)
“Heh... Not bad, Cecilia.”
“Indeed, something like that...”
Once we got back to Maou Castle, my bitches saw my defeated state and asked what the hell had happened. Never mind the torn underwear peeking through my armor—the look on my face must've been completely spaced out...
Well, can you blame me? I couldn't land a single hit and just got pummeled the whole time! God, what a humiliation! By a girl younger than me, no less! Sure, this was a fantasy world with levels and skills and all that shit, but I'm a Divine Beast, damn it! To end up like this...
I explained every little detail to the two of them as I recalled it all, but hearing myself say it out loud just made me feel even more pathetic!
“...She was aiming for that, right?”
“Probably? I thought it was just her being a bitch, but she's pretty good.”
“...Huh? Aiming for what?”
Despite swallowing my pride to explain it all, the two who'd been listening with serious faces suddenly nodded like they'd figured it out. What was she aiming for? Pretty good how?
“Cecilia probably picked that sword for you just to mess with you, Master.”
“In a sparring match, no one hands their opponent a dangerous blade.”
“Plus, she couldn't risk seriously injuring you...”
“And above all, you're wearing armor and swinging around these massive blunt weapons. She planned to thoroughly toy with you.”
“Pretending to tease while steering the whole situation.”
...Hearing it laid out like that? All the swords there—except that needle-thin one—looked too risky for sparring.
“And limiting skills was clever too.”
“Without skills, it's just raw physical ability and technique. In that case...”
“The one with formal training has the edge. Bonus: it conserves stamina, so you can drag it out longer.”
Oh, I get it now. I figured she was just screwing with me and didn't think deeper. Makes sense, though—even a level 52 like Celestia, out of practice, only lasted about an hour. There's a difference between a brainy mage and a sword-swinging fighter, but with that level gap, lasting twice as long felt off.
“And Master, it was a weapon spar, right? But you only used weapons?”
“Huh? Yeah... Cecilia just swung her sword too...”
“That restricted hand-to-hand too.”
“Yeah. Bare-handed, you probably would've crushed Cecilia.”
Damn, it really adds up. Why'd I play fair and stick to weapons?
...Well, with that smug, infuriating sway in her hips, anyone would've.
“...Fine. Cecilia. Next time, I'll smash her flat...”
“Hold on, Master. Is that necessary?”
Eh? What the—right here, right now?
“Master, what'd you think of Cecilia's looks?”
“Huh? Uh... she's pretty hot, yeah?”
Cecilia's face was like a younger Celestia—stunning, totally at odds with her personality. If she shut up and acted proper, she'd look every bit the noble lady. And unlike my other bitches, her lean, toned body from all that training gave a fresh vibe.
...Wonder if she missed out on Celestia's tits because of all that muscle-building. Eh, not flat-chested or anything—those apple-sized ones are just right...
Damn, my tastes have changed. Thinking small tits are 'just right' now.
“So, how about making Cecilia one of Master's bitches?”
“Hmm... Cecilia, huh...”
Cecilia... They didn't seem thrilled at first. But suggesting her now? She's the hero's fiancée, and mother-daughter with Celestia sounds tempting. Her attitude's a pain, though...
Hmm. What do you think, my dick?
...Okay? You're cool with anyone, huh.
Alright.
“If she was just some brainless slut, we'd say she's punching above her weight. But she's sharp—we confirmed that.”
“Yeah. She'll be useful. And she's Celestia's daughter? Mother and daughter as Master's bitches?”
Hmm... With my bitches pushing so hard, I'm starting to like the idea. Cecilia... Yeah, a feisty new bitch wouldn't hurt.
“...Sure. She's the hero's fiancée anyway. Might as well go for it.”
“Hehe. If Master likes...♡”
“Master's decided, so now we plan how to corrupt Cecilia into his bitch♡”
The moment I answered, my bitches dove into scheming how to break Cecilia, no hesitation whatsoever.
“Oh, but take it slow with Cecilia. Focus on Celestia first.”
““Yes♡ As Master wishes♡””
Hearing their adorable replies, I dove into a night of mating with my joyful bitches.
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“Hmm... She's not here...”
Much to my chagrin about targeting Celestia first, she still hadn't come looking for a rematch by the time Cecilia showed for our spar. I figured she'd send a challenge right away. What the hell?
Thinking it weird, I headed to the Lord's Castle early today and checked Celestia's office, but no sign of her there either. She wasn't avoiding me, was she?
“Huh? What? You shitty monster. You're early today? Why're you hanging around here?”
As I headed to Cecilia's private training ground, feeling bummed, her voice rang out from behind.
Well... guess I'll make do with advancing things with Cecilia.
“Good day, milady. I had business with Lady Celestia, but she's not in. Was just heading to the training ground.”
“Mom's been holed up in her lab saying she's busy. Hasn't come out.”
“Her lab?”
“Yeah. Her magic training and research room. She hasn't gone in there lately.”
Magic training or research, huh... Interesting...
“...Can't just go looking for her?”
“It's in the lord's family quarters—no entering without permission. Besides, once she goes in, even Dad or I can't get her out... What? Why do you care?”
“Nah... Nothing. Not that important.”
Fine. At least she's not distancing herself. Looks like she's prepping something...
Hmm. Guess I need to prep more thoroughly too. I could outlast Cecilia's taunts, but a serious high-level Celestia would be way tougher.
“Hey, dickbait. Hurry up.”
“Hey, pretty please with that mouth. What kind of noble lady calls someone dickbait?”
“Why do you act like such a boomer monster?”
“Boomer...? Look, I'm in my twenties.”
“How old?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Boomer confirmed. Uncle monster. Dickbait monster uncle♡”
God, I wanna smack her.
“But twenty-nine...? I heard Divine Beasts live over a hundred—younger than I thought.”
“Yeah, I'm a bit special. That's why my humanization's half-assed.”
“You'd probably look dickish even fully human.”
“Dick—! Hey, as a noble, show some respect for your elders!”
“What elder? You're just exp fodder.”
...Is making her my bitch really worth it? Lizbet, Klea—is this right?
That slim waist and perky ass are tempting, but that attitude...
Ugh, hold it together. Body's prime minus the personality...
“Hmph~ I checked your level yesterday. It'll hurt more today.”
At the training ground, Cecilia pulled that thin sword from the rack—just like before.
Yep, picking that on purpose. And steering to weapons naturally.
Today, watching her every move, it's clear: not mindless taunts—she's manipulating toward what she wants.
She drew it quick, grinned at me.
...If only that personality was sweeter, she'd be perfect...
Well, that temper? I'll fix it bit by bit.
With Celestia out, time for some light first correction?
“Think I'll win today. Don't cry when you lose.”
“Ha? Cocky much? A monster beating me?”
“Not a judgment call like last time—clean win. Bet on it?”
“Pfft, confident! Wanna bet? What's the stake?”
Hook, line, and sinker. Simple bitch.
Today starts the slow attitude adjustment, you little shit.
“Hmm... If I lose, I'll be your personal mount for a month.”
“Mount?”
“Yeah. Monster form's crazy fast. Royal Capital in a half-day plus.”
“What!? Half a day!?”
“Yup. Got skills for riders too—smooth, no bumps.”
As Lizbet and Klea predicted, her eyes lit up—dreams of joyrides everywhere.
With transport like ox carts at best in this world, even a brat like her hasn't traveled far.
Heh... Tempted, Cecilia? Gonna tool around?
“Sh-Show me! Transform!”
“Nude after, so no. Ask the soldiers who saw—plenty. Or win and make me yours.”
“Ha! Full of yourself! Cocky bastard!”
Damn right. Planned with my bitches.
Won't be your horse that easy, though.
“And if I win... call me by name. No more dickbait monster shit.”
“Name? What's it?”
!? This bitch never even memorized it!?
“...Sema. Jeong Sema.”
“Dick name... Fine. Beat one dickbait, gain a slave mount for a month. Deal.”
Hoo... Hoo... Breathe... We'll fix that mouth.
Getting her to say my name right? First step in breaking that attitude.
No point rushing—she won't listen. Slowly mold her into a bitch who can't live without me!
“Bet's on—no holding back today?”
“Bring it. I'll win anyway.”
“Dickbait acting big! Don't whine when it hurts!”
“That's my line!”
And so began the personality-correction spar to make Cecilia my bitch.