Cecilia's Secret 3: "...Amazing...!" What on Earth Is This Feeling?
...Amazing...!
What the hell was this emotion?
Every time she landed a blow on the monster right in front of her, a strange pleasure welled up inside Cecilia's heart, growing stronger and stronger.
Of course, she still hadn't fully accepted this monster that was taking her hits without complaint. She'd only held off on judging it because its pleas and expressions seemed so convincing—she wanted to verify the facts first.
And even if what the monster said turned out to be true, she couldn't imagine getting close to something that had wedged itself so disgustingly between her parents.
But why? The sticky disgust she'd felt toward the monster had vanished before she knew it, replaced now by pure admiration and joy bubbling up from her chest.
She'd hurled all sorts of insults at it, sure, but if you ignored the face, that monster's body was undeniably captivating to any woman's eyes—a magnificent physique. Muscles so masculine they inspired awe, something no human could match.
At first, she'd just wanted to knock out the cocky bastard who'd refused to fight back seriously. But now, without realizing it, Cecilia was only throwing punches that let her test and confirm those muscles.
Ha, haha...! Incredible! Truly incredible!
Its absurd body taking her Fighting Spirit-infused attacks with nothing but bare flesh.
No one—not even Leo, the hero and her fiancé—had ever given her an experience like this. Even bare-handed, her strikes should have ruptured the internals of any weak monster.
How could this monster's body be so incredibly tough and resilient?
"Hah...! Hah...! Ah...!"
Cecilia, who'd been forcing her exhausted body to summon more Fighting Spirit, finally hit her limit and staggered.
The red haze pouring from her body faded, and she collapsed without swinging her raised fist.
"Wha—ugh!"
-Thud.
Sema, who'd been crouching and absorbing Cecilia's attacks, tried to catch her but mistimed it, tumbling to the floor with her instead.
The monster sprawled on the ground, and Cecilia collapsed onto its body like she was embracing it. Utterly drained, not even able to twitch a finger, she buried her face in the monster's chest, gasping for breath.
"Heok...! Heuk... Haa...!"
Her hair soaked through, her body drenched in sweat. Hot steam rose between them like a testament to their shared body heat.
The monster's springy muscles pressed against Cecilia's damp skin. Their sweat mingled where their bodies overlapped, the beastly scent and fluids seeping into her pores.
A thick, beastly odor that filled her head. The smell she'd once found repulsive now made her body heat up strangely every time she inhaled it.
Cecilia sank into a refreshing exhaustion, a delightful fatigue she'd never known.
"Haa... Haa..."
"Uh... C-Cecilia...?"
"...You're really something. For a monster..."
She chuckled softly, tilting her head up to look at the monster's face. Her words dripped with condescension, but her expression and tone held no malice—pure, genuine admiration shining through.
Confirming that, the monster grinned and stroked her back.
"Puhuhu. Right? Hey. But that Fighting Spirit shit hurt like hell. No joke."
"That's not a compliment, you know? Ugh, my pride... My Fighting Spirit only hurts that much...?"
"...Kukuku. You get it now, right? That I'm a superior male."
"Pfft. Superior male, my ass..."
A weak denial slipped from Cecilia's lips, unwilling to admit it. But... even if her words refused, her instincts had already accepted it.
Even with Fighting Spirit, she hadn't left a single bruise. A sword might draw blood, but she couldn't cleave its body apart.
If she fought this monster for real, she'd lose no matter what—a strange sense of defeat settled in her gut.
Her instincts as a female had arbitrarily concluded she could never beat it.
This feeling... Normally, she'd be pissed. So why? This sense of defeat, of submitting to the monster as a female... It didn't feel bad at all.
"Puhuhu... Still, it relieved some stress, yeah?"
"...Yeah. Way more refreshing than I expected."
"Oh? Lady Cecilia's feeling better? Guess taking those hits was worth it."
Had this really vented some grudge? Forget refreshment—the monster's grinning face didn't piss her off at all.
"...Haa, I can't move..."
A pleasant languor pinned her down, not even a finger stirring. She tried to rise, but her exhausted body refused, only sliding slickly against the monster's heated form.
In that vague wriggle, her breasts and taut skin rubbed against it. Then, something squirmed below her crotch, bursting through the monster's shorts to assert itself between them.
A thick, springy horse cock, hotter than her own fevered body heat.
The moment she realized what pressed against her mound and belly, Cecilia's face flushed crimson, twisting in shock.
"...! What the—! Hey! You pervert fuck!"
Her drained body wouldn't budge, forcing her to feel every inch of the horse cock pinned beneath her. A mix of shock and inexplicable emotion surged up; her hand flew to slap the monster's chest.
"What the hell is this—! Hey! First my mom, now me? What're you after!?"
"Puh—! Ow, that hurts! No, you were grinding on me, what could I do...!"
"What do you mean 'what could you do'!?! Get it off now!!"
"It's not like I can just make it go away! Puhiiing! Hey, squirming like that just stimulates it more...!"
"Kyaa! It twitched! Gross!"
"The more you thrash, the worse it gets, Lady Cecilia~"
"Aaaah! Nooooo!!!"
The monster smirked with a sleazy grin while Cecilia pounded it and screamed. Their oddly playful tussle dragged on for a good while.
"...I understand."
Too exhausted to move, Cecilia had been carried to her room by the monster. Only after it left the Lord's Castle, promising to meet tomorrow, could she finally sit up.
The instant she did, without even washing, she stormed into the lord's office to grill Albert about what the monster had claimed.
Deep down, she'd hoped it was a lie. But shattering that wish, Albert laughed and confirmed it.
"Ooh! Yeah! Anything else you wanna ask!? Cecilia!?"
"...No. I'm fine. Sorry for interrupting your work..."
"Hahaha! No worries! Go rest!"
He acted strangely exaggerated, almost manic. What was it? That oddly excited look on her father's face.
Were his eyes more hollow than before? Or was that her imagination? Albert seemed almost fearful.
Having confirmed it, Cecilia fled the office.
"...Haa."
Back in her room, she flung her still-weary body onto the bed. Feeling betrayed by her own father, she buried her face in the pillow before flipping over with effort.
The unbelievable tale her father himself affirmed. Her mother's relationship with that monster had his blessing.
He'd even laughed delightedly at her question, utterly satisfied.
The parties involved accepted it; they seemed thrilled. She had no grounds to object now. Her parents were such shameless people.
Yet why? A strange relief bloomed in her heart.
"......"
That monster she could never beat. Sema.
No more reasons to hate it now.
Brutal, rough, vicious, creepy, perverted monster... If it'd been violent like before, she'd have hated it out of fear. But today, it'd apologized and let her pummel it.
A monster she'd found so terrifying and repulsive. Just beating it up had cleared her head like this.
The truth reshaped her impression of Sema, leaving her utterly refreshed.
...Well, yeah. Even if I beat up people I hate, I've never gone all-out like today until I was exhausted...
No one had ever taken her violence like that before. Even hero Leo had less stamina; their spars always ended unsatisfyingly.
But most thrilling was the rebound of those muscles with every strike. The satisfying snap as they bounced her fists away.
...And that thing of his...
She caressed her belly, recalling the scorching heat from hours ago. Hotter than her own aroused body—that monster's cock.
The sensation lingered vividly on her skin.
Those balls brushing my feet too... So huge... Hot... Throbbing...
What was this feeling? Her lower belly tingled; visions of the monster's brutal muscles danced before her eyes.
A monster with bulging muscles and a massive cock. Naked... erect... flexing viciously...
...If it slammed my belly, trampled me... tried to rape me...
Images flashed: her getting beaten by the monster, submitting... bowing her head.
Absurd fantasy. Yet her heart raced.
"...Hah! Wh-what... What am I even thinking...?"
She shook her head, banishing the vision of herself groveling nude before its tattooed body.
What the fuck...?
...It's all because I haven't washed. That monster's scent is still clinging to me.
She needed a bath. But as she tried to move, inhaling the beastly odor soaked into her skin, her body rebelled.
As if refusing to wash it away... Her sweat-dried, sticky body wouldn't rise.
...That size, probably... about this big...?
Unable to stand despite knowing she should, the beast scent conjured the monster's cock again.
Hand on her belly, gauging how far it'd reach inside. Fingering below her breasts, she swallowed hard, lost in imagination.
This deep...? No, farther...? F-fuck. Could it even fit...? How the hell did Mom take something like that...?
Impossible to accept that massive cock. And so thick—unthinkable.
Sh-shit... I'd die, right...? If that... that thing went in...
Human-monster sex she couldn't fathom. Terrifying to imagine.
Yet still.
"Eut, uheut... Uheuut...♡"
Imagining the monster savagely plowing her womb, Cecilia fell into masturbation.
Wreathed in its scent, fantasizing brutal rape that'd kill her. Oblivious even to Leo's visit, she spent the night intoxicated by the beast.