Chapter 208 - The Demon King's Education Carved into the Flesh! (2)
"I showed you mercy, and this is how you repay me—with a knife to the gut..."
I tossed my shirt aside, and the terror in Cecilia's eyes deepened.
"To trample my kindness like this... How tragic, Cecilia."
I slid my pants down, and my lower body—barely contained by tight shorts—throbbed as if ready to pounce on her right then and there.
"Time for your punishment. And this time, I won't hold back like yesterday."
"H-Hic...! N-No...!"
I clenched my fist, veins bulging like they might burst. A thrilling excitement bubbled up from my chest, my body heating up as preparations began for educating this bitch. The training hall was heated by magic tools, but that was nothing compared to the scorching heat rippling off my monstrous frame like a mirage.
That blistering aura carried the beast's aroused emotions. Sensing it, Cecilia's instincts surrendered her will to resist, baring her belly in submission to the beast before her.
"D-Don't...! Stop it...!"
Only her rationality fought on, desperately seeking an escape. But her instincts had already bowed to the beast, her body pounding with strange anticipation that ignored reason's commands.
That was why, even as my massive hand gripped her throat and hoisted her up, she could only accept it helplessly.
"Guh, guh-hurk...!"
"Time to strip away the trash..."
I lifted her so high her toes barely scraped the floor, ripping open her light armor like it was paper. Now only her clinging tank top and shorts remained, exposing her smooth belly to me.
Even as her breath choked off, a weird throbbing pulsed deeper inside her exposed abdomen, growing stronger by the second.
"Puhuhu. Guess I really held back well—no marks at all?"
"Guh, hack...! N-No...! Guh...!"
"But not this time. Today, I'm gonna beat some sense into you proper."
I balled my fist—the size of a child's head—and shoved its brutality right in her face. The moment she saw it, her lower belly visibly writhed.
"Now tense up that gut, Cecilia."
"N-No...! P-Please, forgive me..."
"Kukukuku... Shut your trap and be my punching bag, you bitch!"
- THUD!!
"Gaaahk...!!! Guh, hurk...!"
"A mere punching bag trying to shank me?!"
- THWACK!!
"Kuh-hek!! Ugh, guroooh...!!"
"You bitch with no sense of place! Born a noble, think you own the world?!"
- SMACK!!
"Gehuk...!!! S-Spare...! Guh...!"
"Even Seres, over level 50, couldn't take me down! Who the fuck are you?!"
- SMACK!! THUD!!
"...!!! Aagik, guh, ugeeek...!!"
"Time to straighten out that attitude! Feel it good, Cecilia—exactly what kind of stud made your mom submit!"
- THRASH!!!!
"...Gehuk...! Guh, ahheee..."
Foam bubbled at her lips as her eyes rolled back, body convulsing. Purple bruises bloomed across her battered belly, proof of how much fiercer my punches were today.
"Kuhk, guh-hurk...! Ugrit, guh...!"
Punches that could kill a normal human in one bad hit. Yet Cecilia's level-hardened body endured them by a hair's breadth.
Red and blue marks etched into that tempered flesh. As her bruised belly twitched like a heartbeat,
clear fluid leaked from between her legs, soaking dark stains into her black tights.
"...Kukukuku. What a maso bitch."
"Guh, gurohk, hurk...! F-Forgive... guh..."
Blind to her body's arousal amid the pain, Cecilia wept, begging forgiveness without noticing the wet patch on her tights.
But I'd already clocked her twisted wiring. No stopping now.
This was education to fix her attitude.
"We're just getting started, Cecilia."
"Guh, heek...! P-Pleasee...! Cough, stop... now...!"
"Tense that gut tight and reflect on every hit."
"Ahik, hurk, krehk...!"
Far from done, I poured more power into my arms. Her labored groans and gut-rattling impacts echoed on for a good while.
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"Ahhi... Ah... Gruuut...♡"
Four times she pissed herself. Five blackouts. Twenty-nine major and minor peaks she never registered.
Cecilia's scorecard after 169 hits over an hour of "lessons."
- Thud
"Cough, guh...! Ah, aaahhh...♡"
Throat still gripped in my hand, she'd gone limp, gaze lost in the haze. I released her once her instincts signaled her bitch limits, and she crumpled to the floor, shuddering violently.
"Ahhi, ah...♡ Guh-hurk, hiiiii...♡"
Legs splayed vulgarly, face somehow blissful as she passed out.
I pressed a hoofed foot lightly on her lower belly, and her hips bucked, squirting clear fluid through her tights. Her thirtieth unwitting climax.
"...Kuku... Guess that's enough corporal punishment for the body..."
Sizing her up, I lifted my foot and headed for the water jug on the bench.
My Demon Eye had activated unnoticed, blackening my vision. Through it, I gauged her body at its breaking point.
Seemed my eye was specialized for reading bitches, unlike Klea's all-purpose scan. I'd only used its basics till now.
Hard to explain—like info beaming straight to my brain—but it let me fine-tune my power, pushing her to the brink without breaking her.
Without it, no way I'd pull off that precision.
...Is this why I got the Demon Eye?
A strange emotion welled up as I deactivated it, a faint smile crossing my face.
Body now branded with pain-as-pleasure, time to etch her mind.
I chugged from the jug, then dumped the rest on her face.
"...Guhk, guh-hurk! Cough! Guh!"
"Wake up, Cecilia."
"Cough, guh, cough...! Huh, haaah...! N-No more...! Forgive me, please...!"
She jolted awake, trembling at my face, begging mercy.
I chucked the jug aside and straddled the bench, looming over her.
Her belly was a mess of bruises from my precise punches—looked bad, but no real damage. Healing magic from rare priests would fix it, and her churning guts would settle if left alone.
Her body teetered at that exquisite edge, drowning pain in ecstasy.
I could've called it—plenty of fear carved in. But more needed etching.
"...That your idea of begging forgiveness?"
"Haa, ha... Y-Yes...?"
"Strip naked and bow your head, and maybe I'll consider it?"
A proposal utterly humiliating for a noble's daughter. But with fear branded deep, Cecilia's body moved before her mind—peeling off her tights.
This monster was unbeatable. Terrifying. Vicious beast. Superior stud. Alpha male. Bitch ruler.
Not words—pain had seared it into her flesh. The thing before her was no toy anymore.
C-Can't... win... ever... Must... obey... This monster's... probably...
Stronger than any male she'd seen. Even her fiancé, hero Leo... probably couldn't beat him.
"Huk, haak, hng, hrrut...!"
Terror made him loom impossibly huge. No defying. No resisting. Hurry—strip and atone to this monster...!
"Huk, hngg...! S-Sorry...! L-Lord... Sema...!"
Clothes gone, she knelt demurely, forehead to the floor. Baring what she'd never shown Leo didn't matter now.
Nothing mattered more than his forgiveness.
"...Puhuhu. Sorry for what?"
"Ah, ugh...! I-I...! Hid a sword...! And attacked you, Lord Sema...! S-So truly, sorry...!"
"Hmm... Just the sneak attack? All the other shit you've pulled on me?"
"Ah, uu...! Th-That...!"
She bowed deeper to dodge my wrath, racking her brain.
"Ah, uh...! Treated... Lord Sema like my toy...! Sorry, and...! Acted so rude all this time...!"
Her throbbing pain fogged her head, thoughts sluggish. She groped through her memories, confessing each sin one by one.
Unaware her pussy squirted clear fluid with every apology.
"...And...! And...! Ah, uu...!"
"Puhuhu... Forgot something big, Cecilia."
"S-Something... big...?"
"Misjudging and badmouthing me and Seres?"
"...Ah, uh... Th-That..."
She hadn't seen it, but this monster defiling her mom was fact. She had a defense there—but her fear-branded body refused to speak.
"Uh, uu... Y-Yes. Right..."
"Puhuhu. No need to force it. Our 'relationship' was real, after all."
"Eh...?"
"Just some details wrong, so lemme correct 'em... Heave-ho."
With that, the freakish monster dropped his clinging pants.
"Kyaa, kyaaak...! N-No way...!"
"Puhuhu. Not what you're thinking—don't worry. 'Today' your body's at its limit, so no touching."
He resumed his perch on the chair, those viciously huge balls stealing her gaze.
"Just gonna show you why your mom Seres fell for me..."
From the slit hidden atop them emerged a jet-black, gargantuan meat rod from god-knows-where.
A monstrous, otherworldly thing beyond words. Nothing like what she'd learned, but instinct told Cecilia exactly what it was.
"Why she betrayed your dad. Watch and learn."
A man's cock. But no human's—a beast's... savage horse dick.
The instant she saw it, terror flooded her mind alongside...
"Ah, aaa...!"
...awe for that colossal horse cock.
"What makes a superior stud different from humans—study up, Cecilia."
That marked the shift: Cecilia's education from corporal punishment to sex ed.