Dwarf Beauty Standards
To cut to the chase on dwarf beauty standards, the drinking contest was my victory. From midway through, I'd stopped actually drinking the beer—instead, I pretended to pour it while secretly replicating fresh beer into the mug. The moment it hit my throat, I'd cancel the replication, and poof, the alcohol and everything else vanished clean away. No hangover for me.
That said, canceling it before it fully reached my stomach was a bit tricky. I'd tried letting it settle all the way down first, but then my gut started hurting for some reason. Even if the beer disappeared, the stretched stomach lining and secreted acids apparently didn't, or something like that? Whatever...
"I win."
"Th-this... can't... guh...!!"
I flashed a bright grin at Brina, her eyes half-glazed over in denial. I'd chugged plenty myself up to the middle, so my head was spinning a little, but I could still stand on my own two feet. Brina, on the other hand, was wobbling like crazy, barely holding herself up, one hand clamped over her mouth as nausea clearly built.
"I'll settle the bill."
"...Hah. Never thought I'd live to see a human outdrink a dwarf."
The tavern owner, who'd been staring in shock while fetching our refills, gave me a thumbs-up with a dumbfounded look. He even cut the tab generously, calling it a rare sight.
'Lucky. I was broke.'
We'd agreed the loser pays, but Brina looked in no shape. I covered it with the leftover coin from wiping out those Evolved Being cultists in the mine. Then I hoisted up her staggering form.
"C'mon, Brina. Let's go."
"Naaah... I diiiidn't looose... guh..."
She was blackout drunk by any measure—had even spat out half her last swig—and yet here she was, clinging to her pride. I slung one of her arms over my shoulder to support her, but...
'...She's tiny.'
With the height difference between me and the dwarf, no good angle for a side carry. No choice—I piggybacked her. I dragged her flailing arm around my neck and slipped my hands under her thighs...
-Squish♥
'Oh damn.'
My buzzed brain snapped awake. I gripped harder without thinking, squeezing those thighs tighter.
'Always staring at her tits... but these thighs are no joke.'
Did she need sturdy thighs to brace for hammering? Plump and thicker than mine, they bounced back against my fingers with insane elasticity every time I shifted my hold from below.
"Ughhh..."
-Smoosh♥
"......!!"
Then, succumbing to the booze, she whined and yanked me into a hug. Two massive mounds plastered against my back. Dizziness hit hard, but I stepped forward. Her body swayed, tits jiggling and shoving at me relentlessly. They were so huge she kept slipping off behind me, so I clamped down harder on those plump thighs to hold her steady.
'God almighty.'
If the god who made dwarves existed, I'd love to see their face. Tiny stature across the board, but dwarf women blessed with overflowing tits, thighs, and asses? Wait—could it be the Forge of All Things? That deity the dwarves worship? If so, I might just convert...
-Smoosh♥
...Though even among dwarves, Brina's rack seemed especially huge.
'How the hell does a race like this have such low birth rates?'
Thinking about dwarf traits amid the alcohol, a random question bubbled up. Their nation, the Steel Fortress, was a city-state with the fortress as its capital—just like the name implied. Dwarves all crammed into one city, population tiny. Not from wars or anything; they'd always been sparse, from way back.
'If I were a dwarf, with women like this—curvy as hell—I'd be banging daily.'
Sure, short stature was a downside, but dwarf guys were short too, so what? No issue.
'Probably genetic or something...'
The booze was stirring weird thoughts. Shaking off the nonsense, I trudged down the darkening streets toward her workshop.
The place I'd crashed at for a week came into view. I shook her gently.
"Brina. Wake up. We're at the workshop."
"Gueh..."
"........."
No dice. I carried her inside to her bedroom.
-Whoosh!!
'...Hot as balls.'
The door swung open to a wave of heat. Shouldn't they kill the fire when empty? But no—the forge's embers never went out, flames still dancing. Fire safety was handled, though, so whatever.
'Saw a separate bedroom last time... Ah, there.'
A small door led to a worktable cluttered with ornate tools. And a surprisingly big bed for her size.
'Room for me too.'
I'd figured dwarves used tiny beds. Nah—makes sense they'd craft their own furniture.
"Nngh... hot!"
I eased her onto the bed, sneaking one last squeeze of those thighs with a twinge of regret.
...I'd groped plenty carrying her; this was fine.
"Mmm..."
'...! Whoa.'
Glancing to check her state, I spotted pink peeking through her healthy, sun-kissed skin and coughed. Her clothes had shifted in her drunken flailing—already thin to beat the heat—and an areola slipped free.
'Fuck, I wanna see it all...'
Pink areola peeking, nipple tenting the fabric—it took everything not to rip her top off. I forced my eyes away.
'There we go.'
Brown strands by the bedhead. With a week's worth of Brina intel and fresh contact from the carry, her hair should work for replication. I'd vent this urge differently.
I scoured the bedside, gathering strands.
"Mmm..."
-Bolt upright!!
"Shit, you scared me."
Mid-scoop, she shot up. Still drunk, she scanned blearily and muttered low.
"So... hot..."
"Yeah, forge is still blazing—?!"
Complaining about the perpetual swelter, she shoved a hand under her top and—
-Whoosh!!
—yanked it off in one go.
".....!!!!"
I gawked, speechless, burning the sight into my retinas. The pink nipples I'd barely glimpsed now stood proud and unmissable.
-Drip...
Sweat beading on her prominent tits trailed down, lingering at the tip before scattering into the air with a jiggle. I seared that ecstasy into my eyes for the instant it lasted, then whipped my gaze away.
"Brina! I'm right here!"
"Mmm... ah, Yuseong..."
She'd gone berserk chugging after falling behind. How plastered was she? Spotting me, her blank face showed no urge to cover up—she just writhed lazily.
"Damn human... how... so much booze... ugh."
"Forget that—put some clothes on."
"Rematch...! I... didn't lose..."
Testing my limits, she ignored my pleas to cover, tits bouncing as she staggered closer. She feebly raised an arm, poking my chest like her pride stung.
"...Drink some water."
No talking sense out of her. I fished a bottle from my subspace pouch and held it out, eyes shut.
"Water..."
Thirsty, at least—she groped blindly toward it, but—
-Thwack!!
Her swaying body sent a bounding tit smashing the bottle first. It clattered to the floor.
"........."
"........."
'Wow.'
Pretending closed eyes, I'd peeked. I barely swallowed a whistle.
Ignoring the spill, she scowled, then clutched her ample chest hard.
"Th-these... useless tits...!"
Yanking like she hated them, nearly ripping them off. Peeking at the nosebleed-worthy sight, I muttered without thinking.
"They're pretty, so not useless."
"Huh?"
'Oh shit.'
Buzzed myself, I'd blurted a brain-fart. Bracing for her rage at me ogling, I opened my mouth to apologize—but...
"Pretty my ass...! These huge fat lumps—what about 'em? Just get in the way of hammering! The other girls call 'em freaky too!"
"...Wait, what? Freaky?"
I swallowed my words at her self-trash-talk. Freaky? Who the hell says that?
"Yeah! Big tits and ass are just freaky. But these keep growing...!"
'What the—.'
Big tits and ass = freaky? Saggy ones, maybe, but Brina's were firm from daily forging, elastic and toned. Thighs and ass radiated healthy allure, magnetic to any man.
'...Dwarves got different beauty standards?'
Her grumbling revealed it: Dwarf women born busty and bootylicious, yet among them, smaller was prettier.
'No way.'
Everyone huge, so small stands out? Or artisan pride favoring non-obstructive petites? Either way, absurd. Brina was a stunner by any measure, yet she'd heard "unattractive" her whole life thanks to her curves.
"And you call this pretty..."
She dismissed my slip as empty flattery. No body confidence, maybe? Didn't even care stripping topless in front of me.
"No, really pretty."
Booze? Or just fondness after a week, hating her self-hate? I doubled down.
"What the—"
She'd flashed 'em defiantly despite my protests, so I locked eyes on target. Staring hard to prove my sincerity.
"...Ah, um..."
Meeting my burning gaze, she froze, then hesitated and murmured low.
"...Really?"