Chapter 123: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (3)
Chapter 123: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (3)
After explaining the brief business plan to Zenith, I returned to the sex room and picked up the prototype glass.
"This is it."
It was, quite literally, a breast.
The shape of the wide breast was beautiful, and at the bottom, there was a small tube through which liquid could flow, much like an IV drip. Naturally, this tube was shaped like a 'nipple.' It was short, but that didn't matter. In a way, it was like a funnel, but who cared?
The important thing was that you could suck the life out of it.
Click.
I attached the 'nipple patch,' a plug to seal the bottom. It wasn't a heart-shaped sticker, but rather a patch that acted like a bottle cap, designed to keep the glass level when set down. Since it was made to exact specifications, it sat securely on the floor.
And then...
"Amy. Milk tea."
"Yes, My Lord."
I filled the breast cup to the brim with the milk tea Amy brought. Since she had already measured the amount perfectly, I felt a thrill just looking at the milk tea filling the glass.
"Drinking it from the bowl like a gentleman is fine, but... this really should be consumed like this."
Even if it’s inconvenient, sometimes you have to overcome that discomfort. Now was one of those times.
Pop.
As soon as I removed the nipple patch, the milk tea began to trickle down. I immediately hoisted the glass high and pressed my lips to the bottom.
Slurp.
Sluuuurp.
Schluuuuuck.
There was a certain joy in sucking it out. It wasn't just the taste; you actually had to inhale forcefully, as if nursing from a real breast, to get a significant amount to flow down. Since the narrow tube didn't allow much milk tea through on its own, the only way to drink a lot was to suck it out manually.
"Phew. Gasp."
Before I could even catch my breath, it kept leaking down. I quickly pressed my tongue against it and, timing it just right, snapped the nipple patch back on.
"It's definitely inconvenient. The nipple-suction part needs a bit of adjustment."
"I believe it will appeal quite well to the nobility, however."
"The nobility?"
"Yes. If you provide these to those who enjoy lounging about, they can drink their beverages through them while lying down, can they not?"
Amy’s point was valid. In fact, I had briefly thought, I wish someone would hold this and feed me.
But why was it that ever since I found out Amy was a member of the Revolutionary Army, everything she said sounded suspicious?
"Good grief. If someone slipped poison into this while I was drinking, I'd be on my way to the afterlife in an instant."
"I shall ensure such a thing never happens... Making them out of silver might be a good idea as well."
"That is a good idea."
As long as you're not the one trying to poison me with a titty-glass.
"By the way, Young Lord. You don't really need this, do you?"
"Why not?"
"You don't need a glass like this; you can just suck Mana Milk directly from the source."
"Well, that's true."
There were plenty of sources. Laura, for instance, could produce as much Mana Milk as this glass held through the power of sex magic.
Besides, this glass I was sucking on right now was modeled after Laura's breast. If asked whether I'd rather touch the real thing or a glass model, the answer was obviously the real thing.
"And Young Lord, this is just my personal opinion, but may I have permission to speak freely?"
"Go ahead."
"I wonder if a contest can truly lead the trend for this glass."
Amy pointed to the glass in my hand.
"There is a high probability it will end as a one-time event."
"Ho? And why is that?"
"If the contest is held only within Fermaton, its influence won't spread beyond these walls. Furthermore, this glass is likely to remain an exclusive luxury for the nobility."
"So, even if we promote it, it won't reach the actual buyers?"
"Precisely."
I understood. What's the use of promoting a hardcore gacha game at a senior center? What's the point of advertising million-dollar appliances in a university student union?
The primary consumers of breast-shaped glasses were, naturally, the nobility. If I wanted them to become a symbol of wealth and power, they had to spread far beyond Fermaton to the Kingdom and the Empire. Unless the contest was held in the capital, it would just be a flash-in-the-pan event in Fermaton.
"Your point is accurate. In terms of business promotion, holding the contest only within Fermaton definitely poses a critical problem."
"Yes. If I may venture an opinion, I believe this contest should be promoted all the way to the Royal Capital and the Imperial City."
"I hear your opinion. However, I have no intention of using this contest to promote a business item."
"...Pardon?"
It was a contradiction. I said I'd use it as a business item, yet the advertising method wasn't for the sake of the business.
"Then what is the purpose?"
"Tits."
"......"
"My purpose is the breasts themselves."
The reason I was spending my own money. The reason I was going out of my way to hold such a festival.
"To hold a festival everyone can enjoy. That is the biggest reason I am doing this."
But the fundamental reason lay in the breasts.
"I don't know who the winner will be, but there are so many women in Fermaton. If they participate in the contest, they'll naturally have to reveal their breasts. Even if I can't see them all in person, I'll be able to see them like this."
I held up Laura's breast glass with one hand.
"This alone is a great harvest for me."
"...Young Lord. I'm only saying this because it's just the two of us—well, and Miss Laura."
For the record, I was currently having sex with Laura while talking to Amy. Amy had given me a look earlier when I was sucking milk tea from Laura's breast glass, but I had simply ignored her and focused on the glass.
"When I informed the Captain about the contest, she made a certain prediction."
"What prediction? That Ruji Fermaton is wasting money?"
"That Ruji Fermaton is looking for women."
Twitch.
She hit the bullseye. For a moment, my spine went cold, and my hips even stopped thrusting into Laura.
"...Me, looking for women?"
"She said that new members are always welcome in the knight order. She interpreted that as: new virgins and new pussies are always welcome."
"No, how is that the same... well, it kind of is! But still!"
"In other words, the Captain believes this festival is a contest for the Young Lord to find women to have sex with."
"......She's not wrong. In fact, she's spot on."
As expected of the Saintess of the People. The Saintess of Revolution and Human Rights. She truly was a woman who held clues related to the Fermaton Infinite Labyrinth.
"Yes. I am looking for new women. Beautiful women who might be fit to join the knight order. Women who might even be able to bear my children."
A toast to the Captain, who saw right through my intentions.
"If a woman is willing to bare her breasts, doesn't that mean she's confident in her body?"
The ultimate goal of this breast festival, which I couldn't tell anyone—not even Laura.
It was this:
I'll probably snag at least one gacha character.
The recruitment of a new virgin—no, a new talent.
Breast size and name.
Come to me, oh Meta Characters. Participate, oh Human Rights Characters. I don't care if you're a 1-star or a standard unit.
Just appear before me. Open your bodices and let me know of your existence.
"While others hold cliché events like martial arts tournaments, we hold something exotic and unconventional."
"And that is the Breast Festival?"
"Exactly."
Just by looking at the breasts. Just by seeing the name. I would know exactly what kind of character she was.
"The more I hear the Young Lord's obsession with breasts, the more lightheaded I feel. Are you planning to become a Breast Sommelier now?"
"Isn't... isn't the term 'Breast Sommelier' a bit too vulgar?"
"......."
Amy bit her lower lip at me. If Laura hadn't been there, she might have tried to hit me.
"Just kidding. I'm not something like a Breast Sommelier."
If I had to put a label on it...
"I'm a Pussy Sommelier."
* * *
At that same time, in the Adventurer's Guild.
"That sex-crazed, crazy Young Lord is at it again."
The adventurers shook their heads as they looked at the notice posted on the wall.
"Selling glasses molded after breasts? Is there really a market for that?"
"Who knows? Maybe the high and mighty will have glasses made from their wives' and concubines' breasts and drink from them every day."
"Pah, spit. He sure is doing 'great' things."
The adventurers let out hollow laughs.
"He should just hurry up and open a second branch of the Dream Factory. Why bother with this?"
"Exactly. I wish the second branch would open soon. The first one is way too crowded."
"A titty party is all well and good, but isn't there something more important? Sigh."
The adventurers' reactions weren't entirely negative. It was just that what they truly desired wasn't breasts they couldn't touch, but rather an environment where they could have deep, immersive sex in their dreams.
Creeeeak.
The door opened. Every adventurer swallowed hard as they saw the woman who entered the guild.
"Shh, it's Ruji's slut, Serica."
"......."
Serica, the adventurer who had now completely become one of Fermaton's people, caused a stir as she appeared.
"Well, well, Serica. It's been a while."
"It has, Guild Leader Bernhard."
Bernhard immediately led Serica to the reception room. Although the others continued to whisper behind them, Bernhard ignored them and took Serica inside.
"So. What's the plan this time?"
"I need people. Women I can trust with a task. Preferably virgins."
"What are you planning? Are the rumors true? Are you going to line them up in front of Ruji Fermaton wearing rainbow panties one by one for his viewing pleasure?"
"...The Young Lord isn't that much of a pervert."
"He is a pervert, though."
"......."
Serica frowned deeply and pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from her bodice.
"Take a look at this."
"This is... hmm. I see."
Bernhard examined the contents of the paper with a serious expression.
"This is quite a surprise. Everyone will be so distracted by the breasts that they won't notice the important thing."
"Yes. I want to move without anyone knowing."
While the titty party was happening on the surface...
"Subjugating the Succubus Queen, [Desmonica of Spawning]."
Ruji Fermaton's knight order would be hunting a succubus—a 'Named' one.
"If we capture the Succubus Queen who spawns other succubi, we won't have to go through the trouble of hunting them down one by one, will we?"