The First Beautiful Vagina Contest
For the first time in a long while, I put on commoner's clothes and set out to inspect the slave villages.
Slave Village No. 8.
Built roughly two months ago, this village housed a total of 3,058 slaves. There had originally been more, but a fair number had been conscripted as slave soldiers and dragged off a month prior.
The weather was fine. The sky was a deep, clear blue, clouds drifting lazily across it. A gentle breeze brushed past, pleasant against the skin.
The atmosphere inside the slave village was the complete opposite of the weather. Gloomy. Despair sat heavy on every face. There were no young people — most were middle-aged or elderly. Children were scarce, and women were barely to be seen at all.
The stench is foul enough to choke on. A smell that suits a slave village perfectly.
Slaves sat slumped and listless in the dirt roads. Behind them, shacks of rough-hewn planks stood in uneven rows.
Outside the village, commoners passed by in clusters. They frowned at the slaves and spat on the ground. They despised the place.
Just as expected.
I had no intention whatsoever of improving the slave villages. Commoners loathed them — and yet found comfort in them. The knowledge that someone lower than themselves existed gave them a sense of superiority. And because no one wanted to end up a slave, they tended not to cause trouble.
There were a few ways out of slavery. Become a maid in the manor, or distinguish yourself on the battlefield and rise to commoner status.
The former could turn a whole family's fortunes around if even one member made it as a maid. The latter was vanishingly rare. Slave soldiers died first, after all. Survival rates were not high.
Still, these bastards find ways to keep living.
Even a slave village had its own hierarchy.
Hm?
My steps stopped. I had found something I never expected. Unlike the other plank shacks, a proper house built of timber stood before me — a structure that had no business existing in a slave village.
I'd heard reports that power structures form even among the slaves… so this is what they meant.
As I stood staring blankly at the building, the wooden door slammed open and a middle-aged man strode out. His face was twisted into a vicious snarl, and his bare upper body was covered in tattoos and old knife scars.
"Come to gawk, you little shit?"
"A slave with a stiff neck, I see."
"Fuck. Some piss-ant commoner looking down on me? Hey. You know who I am? I was Thorn Shoulder of the Melman Mercenary Corps. You hear me? Get on your knees and apologize. Snuffing out one of you is nothing to me."
"Unbelievable. If you're a slave, live like a miserable slave…"
I let out a sigh. A slave who climbed too high would eventually start a rebellion. If I didn't clean this up here, it would only become a bigger headache later.
"You little bastard…. Lost all sense of your place, have you?"
The slave came at me, hand reaching for my collar. I summoned Hwaryeonbido from my inventory and swung. Shhk! His arm dropped to the ground.
"Ghk?! AAAAAAGH! My arm!!!"
He staggered, screaming. At the sound of his howls, his companions came pouring out of the house.
"What the hell's going on?"
"Fuck. Who's that guy."
"Judging by the clothes, a commoner? So we've got a crazy commoner who came all the way here to pick a fight."
"Drop him!"
It wasn't only them who came running. The soldiers waiting behind me surged forward as well. The moment the armored men with spears appeared, the slaves' faces went rigid — and they dropped to their knees at once, pressing their foreheads to the dirt. The second they saw soldiers, they tucked their tails between their legs.
"My Lord! Are you unharmed?!"
"Th-these insane slave bastards!!"
I raised a hand and calmed the raging soldiers.
"I am unharmed, so stop making noise. I have no intention of holding you responsible. Don't overdo it."
The soldiers' tension eased.
"But these insolent slave bastards are another matter."
I pointed a finger forward.
"From here to over there — kill every last one of those slaves. Leave the corpses. Let the other vermin see them and learn not to climb above their station."
"…That's roughly over a thousand people, my Lord…"
"I said kill them. Or would you rather die in their place?"
"As my Lord commands!"
The soldier answered in a rush. I was famous for my cruelty. Commoner or soldier, if someone displeased me, I took their head. Of course, unlike with slaves, I usually slapped a rough charge on them first.
Slaves are my property. I can do whatever I want with them. The only thing that spreads is the rumor that I'm cruel.
I was about to turn away when the slaves cried out as one.
"My Lord! We failed to recognize your august face! Please, show us mercy! We will never climb above our place again! My Lord! Please spare us! My Lord!!"
"Slaves making such a racket. These days they have no sense of their place at all."
I shook my head and moved on to inspect the other slave villages.
That day, roughly four thousand slaves were executed.
On Rairase Island, which resembled the modern Maldives, the Maid Academy building was finally complete. The original construction schedule had been one month, but as the academy grew larger than planned, another full month was added. Its scale rivaled that of a Korean university.
Under normal circumstances, even two months would have been impossible — but a dwarf tribe and over six thousand slaves had thrown themselves into the work day and night without rest.
And today was the entrance ceremony for the Maid Academy's first class.
The ceremony was held in the auditorium. I hid myself inside and watched in secret. On the platform, Fatima — newly appointed headmistress of the Maid Academy — was delivering a speech.
Professors and students alike wore maid uniforms, though the designs differed. The professors' uniforms had long skirts in a deep reddish-brown; the students' were black, with skirts short enough to bare the thighs and necklines that left the shoulders exposed.
I swallowed hard as I looked over the academy student maids standing in neat ranks. Of the more than one thousand maids present, thirty percent were women I had never seen before. In other words — virgins.
That one looks pretty hot… Maybe I'll summon her later and take her.
I kept stealing glances at the maids.
The Maid Academy had a total of twenty-two departments.
Combat, Culinary, Mechanical, Medical, Magical, Administrative, and so on. Maids received three years of education suited to their department. After three years, they would be assigned accordingly.
The future looks promising!
Fatima's speech ended. Most of it had been praise directed at me, which left me thoroughly satisfied.
"Thank you for this day, Master! We exist only to serve Master!"
Fatima bowed toward the statue of me installed at the front of the auditorium and called out. Immediately, every maid in the hall followed her lead, bowing their heads to my statue and chanting in unison.
"Thank you for this day, Master! We exist only to serve Master!"
The maids' voices thundered through the hall, and the corner of my mouth curled upward. It was hard to hide my delight.
For reference, this greeting was mandatory at least three times a day. It was a way of hammering loyalty to me into the maids at a near-brainwashing level.
I like it very much.
The maids even sang. It was a rewritten version of the modern song A Teacher's Grace.
Master's grace is like the heavens~~
The more we look up, the higher it soars~~
The maids were thoroughly endearing.
I thought for a moment. It was the entrance ceremony, after all. Something like an event would be nice.
Over ninety percent of the maids who enrolled today are of slave origin…. They and their families may no longer be slaves, but they're just as broke. …Time to spend some money.
I announced a contest for the students of the Maid Academy.
The name of the contest: the Maid Academy Beautiful Vagina Contest.
Like a beauty pageant — except the prize went to the most beautiful pussy.
I put up five million ner as the participation reward. Five million ner was four months of living expenses for a family of four. Spent carefully, it could stretch to half a year. Families who had been slaves would need that money.
The grand prize is one billion ner…. And I made sure the atmosphere pushed everyone to enter.
Thanks to various schemes, every student in the Maid Academy ended up participating.
The contest schedule was set at two weeks.
There were 1,060 entrants, after all.
The first week was the preliminaries. Of the 1,060, only one hundred would advance to the main rounds.
The preliminary judges were Fatima, Melissa, and me.
"Another goddamn contest like this…. Has Master forgotten we're in the middle of a war?"
"The war's going fine."
"Melissa. Your language is far too rough. You ought to show Master proper respect."
"Fatima. You can say what you really think. A contest to pick the most beautiful pussy…. This is the most deranged, idiotic contest imaginable."
"Whatever the contest, it is one Master has chosen to hold. The academy student maids are enjoying it."
"Of course they are — just entering nets them five million ner…"
The preliminary judging was simple. Show your pussy to the judges. We scored on color, shape, and so on. Judging by pussy shape alone felt too limited, so we also scored the anus, the shape of the ass, and the breasts. Faces were already a given once someone had been accepted as a maid, so we didn't bother scoring those.
The contestants threw themselves into the preliminaries with enthusiasm. Advancing to the main rounds alone meant fifty million ner.
I examined over a hundred pussies a day.
This one's a good shape. The labia minora are symmetrical. The clitoris is well-defined, and the entrance is tight. The anus is pink, too…. Pass. Main rounds.
My cock stayed hard from start to finish. Fatima and Melissa took turns servicing it.
"The ratio of shaved pussies is pretty high, though."
"You don't know? Word's been spreading quietly that Master prefers them bare."
"…Where the hell did that baseless rumor come from? I don't discriminate based on pubic hair. Pubic hair is personality — personality. You've got some yourself."
"Isn't the chief maid currently bare? That's probably why."
She meant Yuria. It was true — Yuria was currently keeping herself shaved.
"I don't like that rumor."
This time, I decided to advance a few with a bit of hair. Not at random, of course. Well-groomed pubic hair earned bonus points.
In the main rounds, taste, scent, and tightness were added to the scoring. I was the sole judge.
Half the main-round contestants were virgins. Unintentionally, the first main round became a bloody one.
Sixty advanced to the second main round. They wore lewd panties — thong styles, crotchless, and the like. The theme of the second round was which pussy best suited sexy underwear. Half were eliminated.
The third main round was masturbation. We selected for sensitivity. Pussies that got especially wet earned bonus points.
The finals came down to twelve. Twelve out of 1,060. Every one of them had a beautiful pussy — the kind that made you want to bury your face in it just looking at it.
The finals were held in the auditorium, before the entire student body. I pushed my cock into each of the twelve pussies in turn and began comparing them.
…This one's a bit loose on the grip, but the body heat is high. She's so wet I want to keep thrusting. …No. Focus. The contest is still going.
I thrust into every contestant's pussy thirty times each, comparing the feel. Then, after thirty full minutes of agonizing deliberation, I chose the winner.
"The winner of the First Maid Academy Beautiful Vagina Contest is… Albera of the Combat Department!"
I called it out. Applause erupted from every direction.
The red-haired woman, Albera, climbed the platform in wide-eyed surprise. She wore the short student maid uniform, the front of the skirt left open. Her pussy was a clean, soft pink, with a neat inverted triangle of red pubic hair above it. A pussy that closed in a perfect straight line.
"Th-thank you, Master!"
I handed her the golden pussy trophy.
"This trophy and the one-billion-ner grand prize are yours. Any words?"
"Th-thank you. It is a true honor to have won. My pussy will serve Master forever!"
"Good. Then come find me tonight. I want to see just how well you serve."
"I will satisfy you without fail, Master!"
It had been a thoroughly satisfying contest.