Cecilia's Desires Forged by the Beast! (2)
After shoving my horse cock inside her, I pulled up my shorts, getting ready. It looked a bit embarrassing, like wearing slightly long panties over my naked body—tight shorts clinging close.
Cecilia, already used to my appearance, glanced at me before stripping off her shirt and pants to prepare herself.
"...Oh? What's this? Your training clothes changed?"
"W-What... Lately, there's been a lot of hand-to-hand training, so... I thought something more comfortable to move in would be good..."
A change in Cecilia's outfit I hadn't even imagined. Before, it had been those skin-tight cotton tee and shorts that screamed gym wear, but what she wore now... A bra top so short it was basically a brassiere, with her cleavage fully on display. The tight hot pants below were practically panties. Her thighs, abs, arms—every inch of Cecilia's snow-white skin was exposed, leaving nothing to the imagination in that sexy getup. If a beauty who loved attention went for the fitness girl concept, this is exactly what she'd look like, right?
She'd already surprised me before we even started today's test... Impressive. That's 1 stack for you, Cecilia.
"Kya... You look really pretty. It suits you perfectly, Cecilia."
"R-Really? I thought it might be a bit too bold, but... good, I'm relieved..."
She beamed bashfully at my exaggerated praise, sighing in relief. If Albert—or Leo, back when he was sane—saw her like this, they'd faint, but my eyes were feasting, so I kept quiet.
"A-Alright then! You've got new clothes too, so let's get started—"
"Oh, about that, Cecilia."
Sorry to burst your bubble after all that prep, but today was for checking something out. Your desires that even you don't know about yet.
"First, can you take a look at my stance?"
"H-Huh? St... Stance? No sparring?"
"Yeah. I'm just swinging my fists wildly, right? I want to try moving with proper form like you do."
Cecilia's expectant face darkened, like she'd been betrayed. Puhuhu... That disappointed look. 2 stacks, Cecilia.
"I wanna throw attacks with some real style too... Like this? Or this?"
Recalling how Cecilia had charged at me, I swung a fist right at where her abs would be. She stared at my arm slicing empty air, swallowing hard like it itched at her.
Soon, she swept back her hair and approached me.
"W-Well, can't be helped... I only know the basics myself, but you're just flailing around wildly..."
"I've never properly learned this stuff. I picked a blunt weapon 'cause it's easy to swing."
"Figures for a monster... But honestly, there's not much I can point out anyway."
She propped her chin on her hand, eyeing my fighting pose.
"Dunno where you saw it, but your starting stance looks decent enough..."
Really? I just mimicked boxing since that's what you do barehanded.
"Just tweak the angle a bit and fix those bad habits... From sparring with you, with your strength and size, you could bulldoze through anyone who's not a martial artist."
"True, but I can't block you coming at me during spars."
"'Cause you're a beginner. You start okay but your movements get sloppy later. Fix that habit, and no one but a real fighter beats you barehanded."
With that, Cecilia closed in, her sweet female scent wafting over me as she adjusted my stance.
"See, when you swing like this in a fight, your body's wide open? You're fighting like a total noob."
"I'm kind of a pacifist, so I haven't fought much."
"You look like a man-eating beast."
She smirked in disbelief, then guided my body with caressing hands.
"Now, narrow your knees a bit more..."
Her touch lingered as she corrected me up close, growing more sensual over time. Less like fixing a stance, more like testing my muscles' springiness. As expected, Cecilia's face had shifted to that of a bitch in heat.
"...Your body's so firm..."
"Puhuhu. Ripped, huh?"
"Y-Yeah... Your forearms are thicker than my thighs..."
"A superior male body no human could have."
"...Superior... male..."
Forgetting the stance entirely, she gripped my arm with both hands, kneading the thickness and bounce. Her expression drifted into deep thought.
... 3 stacks. Cecilia.
"Hmm. I think I've got the stance now. Wanna spar right away, Cecilia?"
"Uh, y-yeah!? S-Sure..."
No way it'd fix my habits that quick, but the stance was just an excuse anyway. At 3 stacks, it's obvious, but one last check wouldn't hurt.
"Alright... Come at me first, Cecilia. I'll counter."
"...Fine. Try blocking this."
She took a deep breath, her face serious again as she stepped lightly. Sparring started, so she calmed a bit... but let's see how her instincts hold up, Cecilia.
"...Hup!"
She came straight in with a light jab to my abs. I tensed and flicked it off, then she sidestepped for a low kick. I lifted my leg to block, countering with a punch at her open torso.
The moment my pulled-back fist flew toward her glossy, toned abs—that instant, I caught her lips twitching upward. I stopped right before her stomach.
"...Huh? W-Why stop?"
"...Cecilia."
4 stacks. That's all the proof I need.
I'd half-doubted it, but... haughty, sharp-tongued noble lady Cecilia... gets off on getting hit.
"W-What? Why..."
"You wanna get punched in the gut by me, right?"
"...!!?"
Her curious face paled in panic, emotions swirling. Caught in her deepest secret.
Stiffening, she stammered excuses.
"W-W-W-W-What nonsense...!! Don't be ridiculous! Why would I...!"
"Nah, no matter how I think about it, it's weird~."
Suspicious for days now, and 4 stacks confirms it. Your unique kink? Totally figured out, Cecilia.
"Opening your abs for that low kick? Like begging to get hit."
"Th-That was just! The stance ended up...!"
"When you first used a sword, you slashed lightning-fast. But lately, you're full of openings?"
"S-Swordplay and hand-to-hand are different! I only know basic soldier training, I'm not that good...!"
"Lately, way too many hits land on your abs. Like my fist gets sucked right in."
"C-Coincidence! I wouldn't take hits on purpose!"
"At first I thought coincidence too. With Leo, it happened once or twice, but you dodged fine."
"W-What!? W-Who said that! You saw!?"
"And today's new outfit... 'Easier to move'? Looks like you're asking for it..."
"No! No way!"
She whined like a kid, voice stumbling in denial. That flustered panic just convinced me more.
All her rough words and violence toward others? She was searching. For a strong, superior male to dominate her.
Ferocious to weaklings, but craving submission to the strong.
"Puhuhu... Cecilia."
"...Eek...!"
As I approached, she panicked but didn't retreat. My horse semen soaked into her had erased fear, amplifying desire. No reason to run.
The monster fluids made her see me as the superior male she'd awaited.
"No need to freak. Everyone's got their kinks."
She stood still as I gripped her shoulder.
"Getting hit's more common than you think?"
Her expectant face confirmed I was right.
"Looks like I awakened your desires... So I'll take responsibility."
She didn't resist as I stroked her shoulder creepily.
"Don't worry. Not one-sided violence like last time—just enough force for fun submission."
She just bowed her head as I slid down to knead her breasts.
"Same as our spars. Just play. You as my sandbag, for fun."
Stroking her smooth abs, I felt a throb from inside against my palm.
"...How's that? If you want, this thick monster fist for sandbag play..."
I pulled away and clenched my fist before her eyes. She stared, my brutal forearm bulging with veins, like hunting prey.
Even I thought it looked vicious. After silently eyeing it...
"...Hmph! If you wanna, go ahead! That sandbag game!"
Face flushed, she turned haughtily and thrust out her belly.