Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: The Queen's Enlargement
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Ekyon's unique magic was expansion.
Simply put, it was the power to widen or enlarge something.
So she could expand the scale of her magic.
Or boost her own physical abilities.
A good example was how, not long ago, she'd repelled Actaeon's ambush with her bare fists.
"Has another night passed, so you've come to toy with me again?"
The suspended queen asked in a hoarse voice.
She'd screamed her favorite bitch noises until she was spent, so that was hardly surprising.
"That's right, but today I want to do things a little differently."
The moment I finished speaking, Ekyon stepped up in front of the queen.
The room was spotless, as if she'd cleaned it well yesterday, and the queen looked tidy too.
"What in the world are... Mmph?!"
The queen's eyes bulged mid-sentence.
Ekyon had stuffed a cloth gag into her mouth and tied it tightly around her face.
"Ah, I'll take it off in a bit. She might bite her tongue if she screams from the pain."
I stepped back a pace, and Ekyon positioned herself in front of the queen.
That wrapped up the preparations.
"Your Highness, how much should I enlarge her?"
Ekyon asked, looking my way.
She could expand with her magic, but shrinking wasn't an option.
It only made sense to decide carefully.
I liked big tits—even the kind others called grotesque—but too big was no good.
They crossed from awe-inspiring into ridiculous.
'Maybe just to the girls' size? Or go even bigger?'
What to do?
I stood there arms crossed, pondering for a good while before finally deciding.
"Base it on your body for now. That's what makes it attractive."
"Yes, understood."
Ekyon's eyes sparkled as she nodded.
She seemed thrilled to hear me call her attractive.
Others might call it grotesque, but I found it perfectly acceptable.
Breasts big enough to easily feed a litter of babies struck me as just right.
Smaller than that? The kid would starve.
"Then I'll start with the hips."
Ekyon placed both hands on the queen's hips, blue mana rising from her palms.
She looked just like a surgeon entering the operating room.
'Well, she kind of is a surgeon.'
Now that I thought about it, "surgeon" was spot on.
Enlargement surgery was a form of plastic surgery, after all.
"Mmph... mmph?!"
The moment the rising mana seeped inside...
The queen's eyes flew wide as she let out a muffled scream.
Her body swung like a pendulum, bound legs kicking wildly in frenzy.
She looked like a fish flopping on a market stall.
Or something like it.
Crack, crunch!
Amid the muffled screams came the sounds of bones breaking and twisting.
Her skeleton reshaping in real time.
'Brings back memories.'
Two years before she became an adult, Ekyon had endured similar agony.
To match my tastes.
I'd watched a person change through expansion magic and knew how excruciating it was.
That's why I had no intention of asking her to do it.
I wasn't scum enough to make a cherished retainer suffer just to alter her body.
Besides, she hadn't been lacking before.
At least a G-cup, roughly speaking.
Yet Ekyon had taken a day off and come back transformed anyway.
"Mmph...! Mmmph!!"
I blinked at the queen's muffled screams.
Lost in memories too long—I hadn't even noticed her thrashing.
"Mmph... mmph......"
The queen's head finally lolled limply.
Her eyes rolled back; she'd passed out from the pain.
Even better.
"Looks like she fainted. No more screaming, so it's all good."
Ekyon murmured, stroking the queen's hips.
They swelled steadily beneath her screams, her dress straining in protest.
Riiip...!
Suddenly, the dress's sides tore cleanly open.
It had screamed itself to death, in the end.
"Want to check it out?"
Ekyon glanced back and asked.
The ripped sides exposed her hips and thighs fully.
"Yeah. Hold on."
I approached the unconscious queen and inspected her lower body closely.
Hips, thighs, ass.
All grown deliciously plump, no flaws to pick at.
"This is perfect. Just enlarge the chest now."
"Yes. Right away."
Ekyon wiped sweat from her brow with her sleeve, then grasped the queen's chest.
Less "grasp" and more "rub," since there wasn't much to hold.
'Tough work.'
I sighed, watching her sweat.
It was obvious how hard she worked fine-tuning her unique magic.
I'd have to reward her later.
"Hoo......"
Hot breath escaped Ekyon's lips.
She steadied her ragged breathing, regathering her weary focus.
And so, the queen's once-flat A-cup chest began to swell dramatically.
Shape and firmness were obvious even without touching.
'Perfect.'
The bigger the breasts, the more prone they were to sag.
Common sense, but in this game world, even that flaw could be overcome.
Soon, once her chest had ballooned far beyond her hips...
Ekyon released her hands.
"How is it?"
"Great. You really worked hard."
I pulled the exhausted Ekyon into my arms and stroked her back.
Her breathing was rough from the focus, her body slick with sweat.
"Thank you."
"You must be beat. Go wash up and rest. That's an order, so obey."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After sending Ekyon to her room, I lay on the bed.
Seeing her body ripened to my tastes—unlike before—blood rushed to my cock.
'Gotta fuck her later.'
It was about time to head sign the agreement anyway, and sleepy sex was meh.
Lacked visual appeal too.
My favorite was vulgar harem orgies, but humiliation had its own fun.
The thrill of breaking her down into depravity.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince. Her Imperial Majesty summons you. Come out and show your face."
Right on cue, Manes knocked—the one here to fetch me.
Perfect timing.
"Yes, Aunt. Coming."
I got right up from the bed and headed out.
It was so absurd I had to laugh.
"Slept well? Not too tired?"
"I'm fine. But why the servant girl act? Bored?"
"Just wanted to try calling you that once. Anyway......"
Manes trailed off, eyes widening.
She'd spotted the suspended, fainted queen.
"My god? That flat, bony body is totally your type now? Packed with naughty curves."
"Ekyon worked hard."
"Impressive. Worth fucking at that size, right?"
Passersby flinched in shock as they overheard us.
The city lord and imperial kin spouting vulgarity—it was shocking.
"...Yes. Anyway, heading out right away?"
"Yeah. I wrote the whole agreement, so just skim and sign. Trust me?"
"Of course."
I met Manes's gaze and smiled.
Her lines were pure con artist, yet she seemed utterly trustworthy. Absurd.
"Good. I'll get clothes for that toy. Shall we?"
"Yes, Aunt. Let's go."
Thanks to her, we passed through the open space with ease.
We arrived straight at the stream where we'd captured the queen.
"Welcome."
Our feet sank into the damp earth as the young man opposite us bowed politely.
He'd arrived early.
"You beat us here? Sorry to keep you waiting."
"We just arrived too, so no issue. Shall we review the agreement right away?"
"The sooner the better for me. Hold on."
Manes, following behind, unzipped her top to bare her cleavage.
She reached in to pull out the document.
Wait, why there?
"No, why is that in......"
The watching youth and his men gaped, eyes round.
Shocked and baffled.
"Same content either way—read and confirm. One's ours, one's yours."
"Yes, I'll check."
The youth took the agreement from Manes and scanned it meticulously.
His eyes on the text were razor-sharp.
"Thank you for your consideration. I'll sign right away."
After about five minutes, he broke the silence.
Long for a short document, but he'd chewed every word carefully.
"Sure about this? Abdicating your queen. Erasing her from the rolls of royalty—you didn't miss that?"
"If her claims had sparked war, she'd have been dethroned anyway. Buried under even fiercer, hotter backlash."
"Fair point."
Manes nodded readily.
I agreed completely.
"In exchange, may we preserve a minimum of honor?"
"No can do. Make it honorable, and anti-Ion sentiment strengthens. Harder to openly toy with a slave too."
Manes smiled with half-lidded eyes.
A sharp glint flashed in that seemingly languid gaze.
"Understood."
The youth nodded, regret plain.
Calling out thorny issues without flinching—he had a ruler's poise.
"Using enmity to unify the nation is smart, but don't drag us into the fallout. Be satisfied with this."
"Very well."
"Good. No objections? Sign away. This is guaranteed by my nephew the Crown Prince, not me—so relax."
Manes chuckled and handed me the agreement.
Time to sign.
I signed the one she passed me, then swapped with the youth.
Both signatures made it binding.
'Done.'
Raoul Pierre.
I gripped the document tight after noting the name, just in case.
"That's it. Head back safe, and best if we never cross paths again. Nothing good comes from it."
Manes opened a space the moment we finished.
Seemed reckless at a glance, but safety was assured.
No signs of ambush nearby—and even if they tried with just four, it'd be suicide.
Space-piercing strikes were perfect kill numbers.
"Yes. I hope so too."
"Not my place, but live in peace. No sarcasm—sincere."
"Thank you."
I bade farewell to the sighing youth and stepped through the space.
From stream to castle corridor felt surreal.
"Aunt, here's the agreement."
I handed it over the instant the space closed.
Time to give it to its owner.
"Right. All wrapped up for real now—what's next? Stay longer? Or head out?"
Manes asked as she took it.
We'd lingered too long at the northern edge; time to go.
"Sorry. Gotta leave soon."
"Yeah. Pilgrimage must be honored. No helping it."
A bitter smile tugged at Manes's lips.
She clearly hated sending me off.
"No choice. You've got duties too, so you stay in the north."
"Quit the imperial life altogether?"
"Then no more fun games with me. Sure?"
"Can't give that up."
She burst into laughter at my joke.
Good, mood lifted.
"If you miss me that much, I'll open a space and visit. Allow that?"
"I'd love it. But please safeguard the north. Having someone like you here is reassuring and grateful."
"Whoa...... My own daughter never said that, and now my nephew does."
I placed a hand on Manes's shoulder and brought my lips to her ear.
I had a secret to whisper.
"My aunt and son's baby... I'll make sure you have it."
She shuddered violently at my quiet murmur.
Deeply shocked.
"When did my nephew learn such cheeky provocations? Can't take it anymore."
She stepped back a few paces, smiling with her eyes.
True feeling laced her playful tone.
"Imperial blood, you know."
"Want me to tag along and keep porting you? Pilgrimage over quick."
"Too easy, and it's not a pilgrimage. I'll take the thought."
"Joking too."
I shook my head lightly, and Manes chuckled with a nod.
Joking... right?