After inserting Сock into my body, I pulled up my shorts to prepare.
Seemingly naked except for a slightly long pair of underwear, this tight-fitting shorts outfit was truly embarrassing.
Cecilia, already familiar with my body, glanced at my torso and then began to remove her shirt and trousers to prepare.
"...Oh? What? You changed your training clothes?"
"N-nothing... I've been doing a lot of combat training lately... I thought it would be better to wear something that's easy to move in..." Cecilia's change of clothing was completely unexpected.
Previously, she wore a tight-fitting cotton T-shirt and shorts in a tight-fitting sportswear style, but now she was wearing... a sports vest that clearly showed her cleavage and was almost as short as underwear.
She was wearing tight hot pants on her lower body, almost indistinguishable from underwear.
Thighs, abdomen, arms... Cecilia's snow-white skin was completely exposed, a sexy outfit that seemed to offer no cover whatsoever.
A beautiful woman who loves attracting attention would probably look like this if she went for a fitness look, right? She surprised me before even starting today's test… Impressive. Level 1 accumulated. Cecilia.
"Ha… So pretty. It suits you perfectly, Cecilia."
"I-Really? I thought it was a bit too daring, but thank goodness…"
Cecilia smiled happily and breathed a sigh of relief at my exaggerated praise.
This outfit might make Leo or a sober Albert faint if they saw it, but it's pleasing to the eye, so let's keep quiet.
"Well, well! The clothes are ready, let's get started…"
"Ah. Speaking of which, Cecilia."
I'm sorry you prepared all this for nothing, but today is the day for confirmation.
Regarding Cecilia, your desires that you still haven't realized.
"Let's see how my stance is today."
"Huh? Stance...? Aren't we going to spar?"
"Yeah. I'm just throwing punches randomly, right? I want to use the proper stance like you." Cecilia's expectant expression instantly turned somber, as if betrayed.
Pfft...that disappointed look. Cecilia's expression doubled.
"I want to attack with a proper stance...like this? Or like this?" Recalling Cecilia's stance as she charged at me, I threw a punch towards where her abdomen might be.
Cecilia stared intently at my arm waving in the air, her Adam's apple bobbing as if she were suppressing an itch.
Soon, she brushed aside her side hair and moved closer to me.
"Ugh, I just can't do anything with you… I've only studied the basics and don't really understand, but you're just swinging around randomly…"
"I've never seriously studied that kind of thing. I chose a blunt weapon purely because it's easier to use."
"No wonder they say you're a monster… But to be honest, I probably don't have much to teach you." Cecilia rested her chin on her hand, staring at me as I assumed a fighting stance for a moment.
"Although I don't know where you learned it, your starting stance is quite impressive…"
Really? I just thought unarmed fighting should be like boxing, so I just imitated it casually.
"Just a slight adjustment to your body angle, a correction of bad habits… I noticed during sparring that with your strength and physique, you could easily overpower me with brute force."
"That's true, but I can never stop your attacks during sparring."
"That's because you're a beginner. Your movements were alright at first, but they got increasingly wide and open. Once you correct this habit, unless you're a martial artist, no one can beat you hand-to-hand, right?"
After saying this, Cecilia moved closer to me, exuding a sweet, feminine scent, and began to correct my posture.
"Look, when you fight, you throw punches like this, your body completely open, right? Like someone fighting for the first time, full of openings."
"I'm a bit of a pacifist, so I haven't fought much."
"You look like a man-eating monster." Cecilia gave a speechless chuckle, then grabbed my body and guided me with a caress.
"Come on, tuck your knees in a little more…" As Cecilia adjusted my posture close to me, her movements gradually became infused with subtle sensations. Rather than correcting my posture, Cecilia's hands seemed to be roaming over my muscles, as if checking their elasticity.
Cecilia's expression, as I expected, had turned feminine.
"...What a sturdy body..."
"Pfft, rock hard, isn't it?"
"Y-yes... your arms are almost thicker than my thighs..."
"This is the kind of superior male physique that humans could never possess."
"...Superior... male..." Cecilia seemed to have forgotten to adjust her posture, her hands gripping my arms tightly, no longer moving.
She kneaded my muscles, checking their thickness and elasticity, her expression gradually sinking into some kind of thought.
...Three layers now. Cecilia.
"Hmm. I think I understand the posture a bit now. Shall we spar? Cecilia?"
"Ah, um!? Th-that..." Although this alone wouldn't change my habit, the posture was just an excuse anyway, so it didn't matter.
With three layers stacked, there's not much to see anymore, but I still need to do a final check.
"Well… come on in. Cecilia. I'll fight back."
"…Okay. Let's see if you can block it." After taking a deep breath, Cecilia returned with a slightly serious expression, her steps light.
But after the sparring started, she seemed to have calmed down a bit… What will happen?
What are Cecilia's instincts…?
"…Hmph!" As she charged forward, Cecilia threw a light punch at my abdomen.
I tensed my abdomen and deflected the punch. Cecilia slightly shifted her body and swept a low kick at me.
I gently raised my leg to block the low kick and then threw a punch at Cecilia's wide-open torso.
Just as my fist, which was aimed at that gleaming, slender abdomen—a huge fist held back under the guise of sparring—was about to strike,
I stopped my fist in front of her abdomen the instant I saw the corners of Cecilia's mouth suddenly turn up.
"…Huh? W-why did you stop?"
"…Cecilia."
4 layers stacked. This is hardly something to see.
It's unbelievable… that arrogant and mean-spirited noblewoman, Cecilia, actually… has a penchant for being beaten.
"W-what? Why…"
"You want me to give you a good beating in the stomach, right?"
"…!?" Cecilia, who was trying to figure out what was going on, suddenly turned pale, her face showing a panicked expression.
That was the expression of a secret that could never be exposed being revealed, a mixture of various emotions.
Stiff, Cecilia stammered, trying to find an excuse.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you talking about…!!! Don't joke around! How could I…!"
"No~ It's weird no matter how you look at it~" I've been suspicious for days, and four layers of suspicion are enough to confirm it.
I've seen through your peculiar fetish, Cecilia.
"You deliberately exposed your abdomen to receive my low kick? It's practically begging me to hit you."
"Th-th-that was a coincidence! It was just that my stance was perfect…!"
"Cecilia, when you first used a sword, your swift, sweeping movements were truly agile. But from a certain moment on, your openings started to multiply?"
"Swordsmanship and physical techniques are certainly different! Physical techniques are learned as part of basic soldier training, and I'm not that good at them…!"
"Thinking back over the past few days, it's strange that so many attacks have landed on your abdomen. It's almost like my fist is being sucked into your stomach." "What?!"
"Oh, it was just a coincidence! Why would I deliberately get beaten up?!"
"At first, I thought it was a coincidence too. But when you sparred with Leo, you were very agile in dodging, weren't you?"
"Wh-what!? Who, who said that! Did you see it!? Did you see it!?"
"Plus, the outfit you wore today… while it's convenient, it's practically inviting someone to beat you up… isn't it?"
"No! How… how could that be!" Cecilia stammered in denial, sounding almost like a spoiled child.
Her panicked appearance only made me more certain.
This was Cecilia's violent behavior, something she always did, always verbally abusing and violently treating others.
Cecilia had been searching.
For a powerful and superior male who could control her.
She would commit violence against males who didn't meet her standards, yet when faced with a powerful male, she wanted to submit to that power.
"Pfft…Cecilia."
"…Ugh…" As I stealthily approached Cecilia, she only showed a flustered expression but didn't back down.
After all, my horse semen, seeping into Cecilia's body, had eliminated her fear of me and amplified her desire.
She had no reason to run away or be afraid. Because the monster fluid seeping into her body was making her perceive me as the superior male she had long awaited.
"Don't be afraid. Everyone has different fetishes."
Even as I grabbed her shoulders, Cecilia waited quietly.
"Surprised? Sadomasochistic fetishes are actually quite mainstream, you know?"
Cecilia's expression, mixed with anticipation, proved my guess was entirely correct.
"It seems I've awakened Cecilia's desire…then, shouldn't I take responsibility?"
Even as I uncomfortably caressed her shoulders, Cecilia didn't resist.
"Don't worry. It won't be like last time, a one-sided violence. It'll just be a force that makes you feel comfortable, bringing you a pleasurable sense of submission." As my hand slowly moved down, kneading her breasts, Cecilia simply kept her head down.
"It's no different from the previous sparring. It's just a game. Let Cecilia be my punching bag, a fun game." As my hand slid down from her breasts, caressing Cecilia's smooth abdomen, a sensation like a heartbeat traveled from the inside to my palm.
"…How about it? If you want, you can play a punching bag game with this thick, monstrous fist…" After withdrawing my hand from her abdomen, I clenched my fist in front of her, and Cecilia stared intently at it.
As if searching for someone to swing at, the fierce arm throbbed, veins bulging.
Cecilia silently stared at the fist and arm that seemed fierce to me as well…
"…Hmph, hmph! If you want to try, then try it! That punching bag game!" Her face flushed red, she turned her head away haughtily, deliberately thrusting out her abdomen.