Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Happiness Wells Up from the Chest (2)
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One of the classic tropes about breast enlargement is the meme that says, "If you touch 'em, they grow."
It's actually true to an extent—regular stimulation develops sensitivity, which naturally leads to larger breasts over time.
It's not a lie, per se, but here's the catch: it's not just any touching. It has to be intensely pleasurable and erotic.
That's why I can't resist spinning a cute, naughty tale about a girl using this to get her lover to fondle her nipples and areolas until her breasts grow bigger.
Speaking of nipple development, I remembered something. To keep that constant low-level stimulation going, people sometimes use shallow salivas or pastes applied directly to the nipples.
Or they slip on toothed rubber rings to provide ongoing irritation.
It's about training sensitivity with persistent, mildly stinging stimulation.
Of course, no such tools exist in this world, so I need to find a substitute.
I'd heard piercings used on nipples for similar purposes.
Come to think of it, in this world, piercings are enchanted so mages can wear them without piercing the skin.
Since the effect comes from the constant tugging on the nipple, a magical non-piercing version should work just fine.
"And if it doesn't damage the body at all, it's not a bad deal. Guess I should try nipple piercings myself."
It'd be a shame to limit such fine culture to just earrings.
Sometimes, you gotta let the nipples have a turn.
'I can split the episodes into about five total.'
My initial ideas—nipple masturbation, lactation, and breast growth—give me three episodes. Adding the two new ones I just thought of should hit the sweet spot.
I've made good progress on the first three manuscripts, so it's time to brainstorm the rest.
For the cover, I'll draw all five scenes and remake the one that turns me on the most.
The fourth episode could go with paizuri.
Introduce a heroine with absolute monster tits, have her eagerly service with her breasts until they both climax.
Then later, dress her in something like nyangjeri—with holes in the center cleavage or underboob, turning her chest into pussy-like openings.
Thrusting into those for sex should round it out nicely.
For the fifth and final one, feature a big-titted character with inverted nipples as the focus.
Combine all the prior elements into a full breast play set, overcoming the inversion to achieve full erection.
Yeah, that sounds solid.
It covers everything I wanted, stuffed to the brim with breast content just like planned. I'm satisfied.
The title should reflect that: Happiness Wells Up from the Chest.
Honestly, I've been channeling all my dirty thoughts from watching girls' breasts jiggle lately into this.
"Speaking of which, I need to recruit members soon."
While I've been lost in my comics, club recruitment for new students has been underway for ages.
Of course, I'm targeting the ones who hate clubs, but surprisingly, there aren't many.
I casually asked a few guys, but most turned me down.
Rozaria seems to prefer recruiting guys over girls, if possible.
It's like she's wary of more women around me.
So she's been picking males, but it's time to give up on that.
"What the hell is that?"
I'd pulled an all-nighter, roughly tidied my manuscripts, and headed straight out for breakfast.
On the way, I heard faint groans, so I stopped and checked the alley.
There, a group of girls was ganging up on another one.
'I thought stuff like this didn't happen at the academy.'
Then again, my circle just happens to be full of good kids. Noble ladies and lords are basically arrogant pricks by default.
If they spot someone weaker who shows even a hint of talent, they bully to cut them down.
With commoners rising from rags to riches less often these days, it's gotten worse.
"Look at her—not a tear, staring us down straight. This bitch is scary. Who knows what she'll do later?"
"......"
"Eww, check out the sweat under her tits. Can't even stay here with that stink."
"Is that a breast monster or a person? Seducing boys with those massive things, huh? That's your game too? Commoner slut aiming to hook a noble and coast through life? That's why you wormed into the academy?"
"No wonder she can't even use magic. How the hell did she get in?"
'It's Yuria.'
The victim had such striking features, I recognized her instantly without trying.
A beauty with light purple long hair, an ahoge sticking up, and tits bigger than her head. Unforgettable.
Seeing those red lights just makes me hard, instantly recalling that insanely hot, gorgeous first-place painting she did.
"You don't know how she got in? You girls really don't pay attention to your classmates."
"Ka-Kali Hu Gladys!?"
"No need to freak. Just call me Kali—no formalities. We're the same year."
"B-But..."
"You really have no idea what she's here for."
They were so sure they'd ace the entrance exam, they didn't even double-check the requirements.
If they had, they could've guessed why she got in.
By this world's standards, knowing that would've stopped them from bullying her directly.
Indirect snubs or ignores, maybe, but not this.
"She got in on the art chief seat. Top of the category. Don't underestimate her."
"...Huh?"
"Ch-Chief!?"
"She's never studied magic before, so it just takes time to adjust. Once she does, you wanna deal with what she brings? I'm asking 'cause I'm worried."
"......"
Finally, their faces went pale.
Art chief means she beat me and Nia in drawing.
Magic and art are different, but that level of talent isn't something to mess with lightly.
"You aren't close with the upperclassmen either, huh? Networking with seniors matters here—be careful. Word about her has spread among them already. They check our art and grades ahead of time."
"Th-Thank you for the advice."
"Sorry, what?"
"W-We apologize!"
Watching them scamper off in panic, they really had no clue.
I could've crushed them with my influence, but they'd just mess with her behind my back.
Now that they've touched her, she'll be under suspicion if anything happens, so if she's got any spine, they'll back off for a while.
"Th-Thank you."
"Nah, I just hate academy drama. Though you don't seem the type to start any."
"...I see."
Oh? She gets it right away—not your average kid.
Then again, true prodigies always have a screw loose somewhere.
A genius who draws that? Figures.
"You in a club?"
"Huh?"
"Loved your art. Wanna join my comics club?"
"Comics club...?"
"We draw and admire illustrations as a hobby. We'll go out a lot for exhibitions."
But she looked like even that was too much hassle.
She doesn't know much about galleries yet.
Makes sense—with her talent, she'd blow up at one, but if I've never seen her work there...
"Your paintings are beautiful, honestly. Makes me wanna show them to more people. What do you think? Not interested?"
"Never thought about it. I just wanted out of the house. Heard you could get into the academy by drawing well..."
"Who'd you learn from?"
"Manga covers at the bookstore. Couldn't afford them, so I just looked."
"Wait—what'd you use for paints and canvas!?"
Oil paints, even.
She scavenged discarded paints and layered them on trash canvas. My head spun.
She produced that under those conditions? Insane.
"Lots of oil practice?"
"No. No brushes, so I finger-painted. Turned out better than expected."
"........."
Her talent's beyond what I imagined.
Won't be easy to lure her the usual way.
She doesn't care about going out or art spaces.
"Alright, how about a deal?"
"Huh?"
"I'd love if you kept drawing for us. Join the club, draw, and I'll teach you magic."
That hits what she probably needs most right now. ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇