Cecilia's Secret 1
“I'm home! Father!”
A few hours after Celestia slipped out of the Lord's Castle with Sema. Cecilia, fresh from scouting demon beasts, rushed straight to Albert's room without even changing her clothes to announce her return. It was the last day of the year, the start of family time. For Cecilia, raised as a spoiled daddy's girl, it was a little boring—but still an undeniably fun holiday.
“...Huh? F-Father...?”
“...Ah... y-you're back, Cecilia...”
Her beloved father, whom she hadn't seen in days. She'd expected him to greet her with a smile, but his face looked utterly haggard, shockingly so. Sunken eye sockets, cheeks that seemed shriveled and dry. His slumped body in the chair radiated no energy at all, and the hand he raised toward her trembled visibly.
“F-Father!? Are you sick!?”
The air in what should have been a warm lord's room felt freezing cold, and her father inside it looked like a patient on death's door. She hadn't been gone long—just out scouting—so how had he changed so drastically in mere days?
“N-No... I'm fine...”
“Fine my ass! Look at your face! Why haven't you even turned on the heating...!”
She activated the magical heating device, then hurried over to peer closely at Albert's face. He didn't seem to have lost weight, but an overwhelming exhaustion drained the color from his pallid skin. Her father had always handled heavy workloads without complaint—he managed his stamina just fine. She'd taken pride in being the daughter of a man who powered through endless duties without a hint of fatigue.
But this? What the hell had happened?
“Gods. Look how hollow your eyes are. You sure you're okay?”
“Y-Yeah... my body's fine. The body is...”
“Then you're exhausted? How buried in work have you been...?”
“...Ah. Y-Yeah... work...”
“Even so, you have to take care of yourself! What did Mother say?”
The moment she mentioned Mother, Albert's eyes flickered with fear, unable to meet hers as they darted away. Shaking pupils. A terrified expression. Shoulders trembling like he was freezing...
Puzzled by his demeanor, Cecilia suddenly realized something odd: Celestia wasn't in the room.
“...Come to think of it, where's Mother? I figured she'd be here with you...”
“Ah, ah... C-Celestia, well, you see...”
Something was wrong. Why was her father so terrified? She'd only asked where Mother was.
His face twisted like he was forcing himself to recall something awful, mouth flapping uselessly without words. What the hell had happened while she was gone...?
“...Y-Your mother... Celestia... hngh, huff...!”
“Father...?”
“...Sh-She's... at Sema's... party...”
“...Huh? Sema...? That monster? At his party...?”
“Y-Yeah... pr-probably... staying there a few days...”
It made no sense. They'd planned a family New Year's together—why go to that monster's party? And stay over? It wasn't even far away...
“What do you mean...? It's New Year's—why go to that monster's party of all places? What were you thinking...?”
“...I... permitted it... He's a Divine Beast. Better to build ties...”
“Even if he's a Divine Beast! Leaving you here when you're not well! On a day like this!”
“...It's fine... really...”
No, this was all wrong. Her mother despised monsters—even if it was a Divine Beast, she'd never get chummy with one. Hell, it was a miracle she hadn't tried to kill it. With all the overflowing love between her parents, Mother wouldn't ditch Father for some party.
Yet here she was, heading to that monster's place on this day...?
“Heh, heh... yeah... it's fine... this is good...”
And Father's weird, almost gleeful expression—what the fuck?
“...You're tired. Go change and rest. Don't worry about your mother.”
“Huh? No, but...! ...Haa. Fine. You rest too, Father. You look wrecked.”
As her father closed his eyes, she left without another word. It was impossible to press him further in that state—the most exhausted she'd ever seen him. What on earth had gone down while she was away...?
“...Hm?”
Heading to her room, still mulling over her parents' bizarre behavior, she spotted two maids about her age trembling in the hallway. The door to a room ahead stood wide open.
Their... bedroom. Mother and Father's.
“...What's this? You two. What happened?”
“Ah, ah... L-Lady Cecilia...”
A room she'd never dared enter since childhood innocence faded. Her parents had separate bedrooms, but when schedules aligned, they shared this one. As an adult noblewoman, she got the implications... Not just sleeping, obviously. It was for their intimate nights—a space even a daughter shouldn't invade.
The maids must be here to clean. So why leave the door open without going in?
“W-Well... this morning, Lady Celestia told us to clean here...”
“Mother? This morning?”
So she had been at the castle until morning? Gave cleaning orders, then left. Meaning she'd spent last night with Father...
“Y-Yes... but when we came to clean... the room's in such a state...”
“...? What do you mean...?”
They worked in the Lord's Castle—show some composure. Really...
...Not that I have room to talk.
Room condition? Did they fight or something?
...Ah. So Mother stormed off using the party as an excuse? Man, they're still so young and passionate...
“...Ugh!?”
She'd sighed in relief assuming it was nothing major—until she peeked inside. All such thoughts evaporated.
“Th-This... what the...?”
Their parents' bedroom, unchanged from her childhood memories. But the state of it? Nothing like she remembered.
Unmade bed. Dress tossed on the floor. But more than that...
What were these yellowish liquids coating everything?
Like some advanced water magic had conjured a flood of it...?
“......Ah.”
No. White liquid in a bedroom? She had no experience, but as an adult noble lady with proper sex ed, she knew what it was.
That sticky texture. Yellowish tint—not quite white. And above all...
This smell.
...Probably a man's semen... right? But that color and thickness? Nothing like what she'd learned. And the volume—insane.
The bed looked blanketed in liquid. Yellow puddles dotted the floor. Did Father...?
Is that why he's so drained...?
...No way. No human could produce this much. What the hell...?
“...Ugh!!”
Stepping inside amplified the musky male scent assaulting her nostrils, choking her. Inhaling it dizzied her head, heated her body. What kind of... this rancid, bizarre smell...
Is this what semen smells like? No, wait...
...It reminded her of a beast she'd smelled somewhere...
“......!!!”
Pinpointing it, a certain monster's face flashed in her mind. A beast with bulging ferocious muscles, its stench oddly addictive.
Sema. The Divine Beast training her.
Yeah... that monster's scent...
Why in her parents' bedroom...?
...No way...'
An awful thought crossed her mind. Absurd, yet it made her tremble.
No, Mother wouldn't... Mother would never...'
The bedroom drenched in yellow filth. No way one man did this.
Multiple men. Or non-human males...
That line of thinking summoned the memory of heavy, unyielding balls shrugging off her kicks.
If it was that monster...
“Y-You two! Clean this room now!”
“Ah... L-Lady Cecilia...!”
“Hurry! Finish up and you're off for the day!”
“U-Ugh... Y-Yes!”
No, no. Mother hated monsters—she'd never. The state of this room was unbelievable, but Mother wouldn't do something so profane!
...Fuck. This smell, no matter how you slice it...'
That monster... But it didn't seem the type for crazy shit like this...
...Ugh. No clue. It defies logic. Sure, impressive body and skills, but still...
Was it really that monster? And Mother meeting any man but Father? With their overflowing love?
...Someone must've trashed the place to mock them.
...So Mother went to hunt the culprit?
...Fuck. Whoever it was, they came buckets, seriously!'
Staring at a floor puddle, she cursed inwardly.
Suspect unknown. That monster topped the list, but it seemed reasonably sane. Level too low for suicide-by-noble anyway.
...Though those muscles packed real power. The gut punch still gave her chills...
...Ugh. Snap out of it, Cecilia.'
The piercing male-beast stench made her head spin unbearably. Disgusting, yet each breath made her body throb.
The maids cleaning now must be suffering worse...
...Haa. Thirsty...'
That slime-like viscosity. The yellowish hue drawing her eyes. A strange dryness in her throat since entering.
And so Cecilia watched her parents' bedroom get cleaned.
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“...Got it? I'll give you the day off—go rest. And don't breathe a word of today's work to anyone. If rumors spread, firing's the least of your worries.”
“Y-Yes... Lady Cecilia...”
“Good. You did well.”
“Y-Yes... Haa... we'll be going then...”
The maids turned with flushed faces, bowing deeply. Hands still sticky with yellow residue, unwashed, clasped together.
Odd... gonna wash inside maybe?
“Haa...”
Father's haggard face. Mother's sudden absence.
This bedroom mess was surely connected.
“...Tch. Can't just leave Father like that...”
She wanted answers now, but his exhausted visage lingered.
'Mother knows something—or she'll find out. I can ask then...'
The mother who gently yet firmly reined in her impulsive nature. Celestia. Cecilia's absolute trust that her revered mother wouldn't cheat with a monster turned her focus to her weary father.
“Agh!! Why'd this embarrassing shit have to happen now! Driving me nuts!”
In this awkward mess too delicate to ask about, Cecilia stomped off to her room.