Cecilia's Secret 2
"Squad return... complete... Good. Now go get some rest, Squad Leader Leo."
"Yes, sir. Understood, Captain."
It was late, with most shops shuttering their doors. Leo and his squad, having finished their patrol, reported to the captain before heading to the barracks. Some had families, others decent homes, but none had the luxury of returning just yet. To handle patrols that started at dawn and ended deep into the night, they needed every minute of sleep they could steal.
Leo, whose family lived a short distance from the Lord's Castle, was no different.
"...Captain."
"...I know what you want to say, but Lord Celestia must have her reasons. Just follow orders."
"...Yes, sir..."
But Leo didn't mind switching dorms. Even off-duty, he spent more nights in the barracks to maximize time with Cecilia. What bothered him was the sudden change in patrol duties. His squad—among Radia's elite soldiers—why were they stuck scouting only the immediate outskirts? With a Hero Eater-suspected demon beast on the loose, quests had gone out to adventurers, and all soldiers were mobilized for searches. Sure, Radia lacked knights and had few troops, but his squad could hold its own against most adventurers.
Assigning them to basic perimeter sweeps without explanation felt off.
...And Cecilia...
On top of that, Cecilia had abruptly vanished from duties. He'd heard Celestia ordered special etiquette lessons to correct her behavior. Cecilia's status made her an exception, but she'd never skipped out like this before.
...Actually, it might be for the best.
Cecilia's talent had shot her up ranks fast, but as the lord's only daughter, her reckless dashes always had him on edge. If anything happened to her—the sole heir to Celestia's multi-generational Radia lineage—it would end the bloodline. In Reinhardt Kingdom, where titles didn't pass without heirs, Celestia's ancient claim held immense weight. It had to be protected.
Plus, Leo himself had been thinking Cecilia's hot temper needed fixing. Timing her etiquette overhaul now seemed smart.
Their wedding wasn't far off, after all.
...She's probably stomping around right now, dying to join the patrols.
Imagining Cecilia's pout brought a soft smile to Leo's lips. He'd known her since she was little; she felt more like a bratty sister than a lover. Never dreamed he'd end up engaged to the lord's wild daughter, but somehow, his heart had turned to her.
That pull made him veer from the barracks toward Cecilia's room.
"Hic... Sniff... Fuck, that bastard..."
In her room, Cecilia clutched her throbbing gut and spat curses. She'd taken countless gut punches from that monster today; tears she couldn't hold back streamed down her face.
It wasn't just the pain. Unlike before, when she'd kicked its balls and paid for it, today's punches felt oddly restrained. Full force would've left more than bruises.
It barely even hurt that much, yet the tears wouldn't stop. Complicated emotions churned inside her.
"Fuck... Fuck...! Why the hell...!"
She couldn't pin down the mess. That grotesque monster defiling her mother. The moment its brutal muscles flexed, something throbbed deep in her chest and wouldn't quit.
Strutting in tight shorts barely containing balls bigger than her fist, upper body bare—obscene. She'd seen shirtless men in training countless times, but...
Arms thick as her thighs, veins bulging viciously. Pecs and abs split with steel-spring tension. Thighs like swelling boulders on the move. Towering over 2 meters, veins popping everywhere, intricate muscle fibers blending into perfect proportions.
A monster's body, hideously superior. No soldier she'd seen compared—not even her hero fiancé, Leo. Superior to any male in Essentia.
The instant her fist hit that muscle, her body accepted it on its own. This male... unbeatable.
"Why...! Why the fuck...! Like this...!"
Grabbed by the ankle, weird anticipation flooded her. Seeing that thick fist, chills raced through her. The impact on her belly...
"Fuuuuck...! What the hell...! For real!"
Unknown pleasure surged from the hit spot. What was that anticipation? That ecstasy?
Each smash made her insides squeal like a pig, craving harder blows—paralyzing any counterattack. Feeling good from punches by a monster she despised? What the hell?
First time feeling this sick, shameful disgust. Embarrassing. Humiliating. Her mind reeled, uncomprehending. Tears flowed despite her efforts; tremors shook her uncontrollably.
As if... she felt something else for that monster. Terrifying. Shameful.
"Fuuuuuck...! Why'd Mom have to pick that monster...!"
No clue how to handle it. Couldn't imagine beating it barehanded. Training weapons confiscated by her mother's order; her prized sword locked in the armory. No captain's permission without parental override—which was already in place.
If she could sneak out, she'd buy a weapon somewhere. But Celestia, knowing everything, banned outings. Today, her mother felt like pure evil.
Bare fists against that monster...? Every day...?
Instinct screamed warnings, body quaking in fear. Keep taking hits like this, and she'd change.
How to escape? Mid-sob, pondering...
- Ting! Ting!
Something hit the window twice. Tears and shakes stopped. Leo's signal—she knew it well.
She flung open the window and leaped...
"Whoa!? Cecilia!?"
"Leo brooo!!!"
Crashing into waiting Leo below. He caught her from the second-floor drop, tumbling to the ground. Her rare escape dive lately.
"Hah, Cecilia. So dangerous..."
"Leo bro... Leo brooo..."
Sobbing, nuzzling his chest. Unaware of her ordeal, Leo chalked it up to class tantrums and stroked her hair.
"Hate classes that much...? Haven't seen clingy Cecilia in ages."
"I dunno! Fucking hate it... that monster bastard..."
"Huh? Divine Beast's class?"
"That ain't no Divine Beast—it's just a monster! Ugh... so annoying..."
She wanted to spill: what it did, beg Leo to kill it. Tell him she got punched, and he'd charge in now. But Leo, untitled noble, causing trouble? Disaster.
Knowing that, she swallowed fury, just rubbing against him.
"Hmm... Divine Beast teaching etiquette...? Well, learn it anyway. You're grown—cut the swearing."
"...Ugh. Not that..."
"Haha... C'mon, up."
Leo rose, helping her stand. She grumbled but detached—then spotted the sword at his waist.
She grabbed it, eyes on Leo.
"Bro! This sword...!?"
"Oh? Yeah... just got back. Was gonna store it before barracks."
"Bro! Lend me this—just for a day!?"
"What? The sword...?"
His personal blade, not army-issued—could store it himself pre-check-in. Easy to borrow.
"Please!? Pretty please! I'll use it good and return it!"
"Uh, uh...? S-sure, no problem..."
Her desperate face flustered him into nodding. Taking the unsheathed sword, Cecilia grinned wickedly.
You fucker... you're dead now...
No choice—go nuclear. Show up bare tomorrow, hide it well, drop that monster. As nobility, she could cover mishaps.
Oblivious, Leo scratched his head, thinking he'd borrow squad gear for tomorrow's patrol.