How To Train Your Monster Girl

"Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me..."

The situation dragged on for several minutes. Even without receiving a response and with the young man showing no emotion on his face, the woman desperately clung to him, kneeling and pleading for forgiveness.

Her tears streamed down her face, soaking the young man's clothes. Still, she held onto his waist, oblivious that her claws were digging into his clothes, almost tearing through them.

"Sigh Don't tear my clothes, Monique. Step back a little so we can clarify things."

Breaking his silence, the young man spoke with a serious expression, commanding her to retract her claws and move away.

"!!!"

She obeyed immediately, wiping her tear-filled eyes as she quickly stood and took two steps back. Standing there awkwardly, she avoided his gaze but remained firm, ready to face the consequences.

"Do you understand what just happened, Monique?"

"I lost control, Gregory. I wasn't aware of my actions and ended up committing a serious offense by threatening your life... But I would never do that—"

"Just answer what I asked. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Good. Now, why is your Estronitus level so high, Monique? I recall giving you a large dose of Testonitus eight days ago. I advised that I would not give you another dose for now and to tell you to take your Neutritus capsules. What happened?"

"I... I didn't take the Neutritus capsules."

"Heh." Hearing her answer, the young man smiled for the first time, but it was a cynical, ironic smile—like someone amused at being proven right.

Then, with a sharp look, the young man calmly rose from his chair and took two steps toward her.

Though tall compared to average, the young man was slightly shorter than the woman. She stood at 206 cm and had a much broader physique than him.

Her broad, strong shoulders supported a well-defined torso that highlighted the seductive curve of her waist. Her hips were even wider and more prominent, with firm, shapely thighs that combined strength and beauty.

Despite her imposing build and strength, she shrank under the young man's piercing gaze.

"Why am I not surprised, Monique?" he asked, circling her like a cat toying with a mouse.

"..."

"Give me an honest explanation," He said, as he walked around and calmly observed her reactions.

"Since we became partners two years ago, I have never needed Neutritus capsules again. You told me that I would not need to take them as long as our partnership lasted. I think... I believe starting the Neutritus means our partnership will end soon."

Struggling miserably to suppress her reactions, the woman gave an honest answer as she felt the young man's piercing gaze.

"Greg, forgive me. I-"

"On your knees..." the young man ordered, devoid of any emotion in his voice.

She didn't hesitate to obey, dropping to her knees immediately. Despite this, her anxiety and nervousness were evident. The uncertainty about the future tormented her mind, and the fear of everything ending soon caused deep dread within her soul.

"Sigh Do you remember what I promised you when we became partners? Remember how I said I would treat you as well as I could? Do you remember that?" Sensing the headache this situation was becoming, he sighed.

"Sir... I thought—"

Doubt and nervousness consumed her as she responded, her hands unconsciously scratching at her leg. Luckily, the fabric of her pants was highly reinforced and remained intact.

The young man noticed this easily—a sign that Monique's emotions were at their peak due to her elevated Estronitus levels.

"Do you remember?" He repeated, this time stepping closer and grabbing her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Yes, sir."

"And how have I been to you?"

"The best partner I could have..." she said calmly and sincerely, looking into his eyes.

"Very good, good girl... Now, take off your clothes," he said, releasing her chin and stepping back.

"!!???"

Her expression changed entirely at those words, lighting up with joy like a child receiving a Christmas gift.

She immediately lifted her head and looked at him, as if seeking confirmation that she'd heard correctly.

Seeing his nod, it was as if all the melancholy and fear had vanished from her mind, leaving only that command.

She began removing her protective gear, placing it neatly on the ground beside her: knee pads, shoulder guards, tactical vest, gloves, belt, gun holsters, and knife sheaths—including two sheathed wakizashis that hung horizontally at his waist.

In her haste, the protective gear piled up quickly. She then started taking off her military uniform: first her jacket with its extra layer of rigid protection, then her pants with similar reinforcement, boots, socks, and badge.

"Beautiful as always, M. I never tire of this. Keep going," he encouraged, praising her.

The woman became even more frantic in her movements, removing the last layers of clothing—thin cotton pants and a tank top.

All that remained were her undergarments, which she was about to remove when—

"Stop, M. That's enough for now... On your knees." Before she could begin removing her underwear, the young man stopped her and again ordered her to kneel.

He then began to admire her body with even greater intensity than before, like a predator hungrily watching its prey.

He observed her smooth, tanned skin, her alluring neck, and her breasts, partially concealed by a black sports bra with a modest neckline.

Her toned, slim and defined abdomen showcased prominent abdominal muscles. Her wide, seductive hips, well-trained yet soft enough to serve as a pillow, were mesmerizing.

Each thick, strong thigh had a circumference exceeding 90 cm but fit perfectly with her impressive height of 206 cm.

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

As he said this, the young man slowly approached her and began caressing her ears, which twitched with every touch and squeeze.

"You said that you already had someone for your Lifelong Pact, Sir."

"And?"He asked as he firmly grasped her silky short hair, forcing her to bend her neck and look up into his eyes. Leaning closer, he inhaled deeply at her neck, savoring the sweet, enticing scent she exuded.

"And... Sniff-Hoooff you said you had... other plans for our partnership. Sniff-Hoooff" At the same time, the woman began to inhale his scent deeply.

Her highly sensitive sense of smell overwhelmed her mind with the aroma she so craved, leaving her nearly in a trance.

"Those plans, M, were to request permission from the Academy for you to sign a Temporary Pact with me after securing my Lifelong Pact... But for that, you needed to pass the autonomy and self-control tests. But i see, clearly, you're not ready for that."

"Sir, forgive me... I didn't know. I thought you would end our partnership and send me back to the Training Center. I've seen it happen before with other Hounds—countless times, we're replaced by younger Hounds with more potential."

"Sshhh... I know, M, I understand... But how many times have I told you that you're an excellent partner? Was it not enough to dispel your doubts about our partnership? Am I not trustworthy?"

From the beginning of their conversation, he understood the misunderstanding she had, but that didn't make it any easier to handle. There was no reason for her to worry, but he had left gaps for her to interpret it that way.

The truth was, he needed her to stop receiving Testonitus to clear her system and undergo the clinical exams required for the autonomy and self-control tests mandated by the Academy to grant licenses to Training Hounds.

He had planned this months ago, ever since Monique started personally preparing for his graduation. It was her gift to him, as they had been together for two years and shared a deep connection.

He was certain she would be thrilled and share the news with all her colleagues. For this reason, he hadn't told her his plans; he needed her to stay "clean." If she experienced extreme joy, her Estronitus levels would spike, leading to situations like this one.

Now he found himself intervening and using his own Testonitus to resolve the situation. This was about to happen. The alternative was administering a high dose of Neutritus, which would have even worse side effects.

In short, she couldn't undergo the Academy tests if she experienced any emotional spikes... a cycle he had hoped to avoid by keeping his plans from her and acting normally. Yet, here they were.

"You were supposed to control yourself better, M. What kind of S-Class Hound are you if you can't even manage your own emotions? Luckily, we would have had to postpone your tests anyway since I was rejected..."

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