Chapter 125: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (5)
Chapter 125: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (5)
The contest, begins!
Whether it started from someone’s insane idea...
Whether it was held for some ulterior motive...
Or whether it was a tournament brought to life by those who smelled profit and insisted on investing...
"Waaaaaaa—!"
Finally, the 1st Fermaton Breast Cup Contest had begun.
Miyu (Slang For beautiful breasts)!
A contest to select the most beautiful breasts in the world.
If you asked people to pick a "beauty," everyone’s taste would differ, but they would generally choose a "pretty" woman.
But what about Miyu?
What defines a beautiful breast?
Is it size?
Is it the ratio compared to the hips?
Or is it the texture?
—Hey! How are you supposed to check the texture in a contest! You just judge what you can see!
—I guess so?
—Look at the notice! It says they’re judging solely on form!
For this contest, it was said they would judge based only on "form."
Since it was a breast contest aimed at adults, there were various criteria, and everyone—whether they intended to participate or not—scrutinized the rules.
"Aw. No nipple slips."
The nipples would not be shown.
There would be no direct baring of the breasts, nor would they be revealed to the public.
"This is just a swimsuit contest."
Many people were a bit disappointed.
"Then shouldn't they just take off the bottom half too?"
"No, man. This is the Young Lord’s business venture to make glass cups based on beautiful breasts. Hey, think about it. If you had incredible breasts but got disqualified because your hips were straight as a board, wouldn't you feel cheated?"
"What does that even mean?"
"It’s like saying even if you have an 18cm dick, you’re still a virgin because you’re ugly as hell."
"You son of a..."
Once they understood what was being judged, everyone began to wonder about the specific criteria.
Judging criteria:
Size.
Form.
Shape.
Balance.
"So they’re really only looking at the breasts?"
"Seems like it."
"What about the face?"
"They said they’re making special booths that hide the face and the lower body."
"I see... Then who’s doing the judging?"
No one knew.
Who on earth would be the judges?
And today.
The judges finally revealed themselves.
"Whoa. It’s the winner."
"...If she entered, she’d win for sure. Damn."
Zenith Fermaton.
The Countess of Fermaton.
"Why is the Guild Leader up there?"
"He’s there because it’s a contest to look at women’s breasts. Tsk. Just there for the eye candy."
Bernhard.
The Guild Leader of the Adventurer's Guild.
"Then who’s that old lady?"
"Shh. That’s the Mage Tower Master. Be careful. And if that old lady stripped, she’d be incred—"
"Shut up!"
Barbas.
The Master of the Mage Tower and an Archmage.
The three of them.
The judging panel consisted of Zenith Fermaton, the host of the operation; Bernhard, the head of the Adventurer's Guild; and Barbas, the Master of the Mage Tower.
And then.
"Greetings, spectators. And to our distinguished guests who have graced us with their presence. I, Lambert Fermaton, will be your host for this contest."
Clutching a voice-amplifying magic tool, Lambert, the Captain of the Fermaton Knights, stepped onto the podium with a face that looked perfectly impartial to anyone watching.
"I, Lambert, swear here before God. I promise to proceed without any personal bias under any circumstances."
Who could believe a man saying that?
"I will show you a proceeding more truthful and fair than anyone else."
Despite his words, Lambert’s suit-clad demeanor and expression made him look exactly like a host for a prize cow contest, causing everyone to nod solemnly.
"Who will possess the most beautiful breasts in Fermaton! No, not just Fermaton—who will be the woman with the most beautiful breasts on this continent, in this world!"
The reason he couldn't bring himself to call it "The World's Greatest Breast Cup Contest" was likely due to the inexplicable vulgarity of the words.
"From this moment! The World's Greatest Miyu Contest! Shall! Begin!!"
Waaaaaaa—!
Amidst the roars and cheers of the massive crowd, the World's Greatest Miyu Contest began.
"Today is the first day of the contest! Who will be the women to step onto the judging stage today! We have even invited a very special judge for today!"
Lambert’s voice grew slightly brighter.
"Young Lord Ruji Fermaton will now give his opening remarks!!"
Silence.
Everyone went quiet.
They had expected it, but they didn't think he would actually...
No one expected him to appear on the very first day.
That man.
The practical ruler of Fermaton.
"Ruji Fermaton...!"
Step. Step.
Look at the man ascending the podium.
White shoes.
White suit pants.
Even the coat he wore over his shoulders was white.
The only other color visible on him was his golden hair.
Even that hair was cut distinctly short compared to others.
His bangs made it look almost like he had a mustache on his forehead, which seemed a bit ridiculous, but combined with his sharp features, he looked different from other nobles.
A noble and cold young lord.
But a man who was warm to his own women.
His appearance, dressed in a suit for an official occasion, was certainly that of a "young lord," but there were few in Fermaton who didn't know of his infamy and misdeeds.
"Ah, ah."
None other than the scoundrel Ruji Fermaton grabbed the voice-amplifying megaphone.
The crowd grew fearful of what this crazy man might say.
"Hey, you see that?"
"What?"
"There, on his inner thigh."
"What are you talking about... Gasp!"
Look.
At the long scabbard stretching down his inner thigh.
"Whoa, is he wearing a blade there because he's afraid of being assassinated?"
The posture of someone who hides a dagger on their inner thigh to prepare for any unforeseen event, ready to deal with a concealed weapon that could fly in from anywhere at any time.
Such a sight was surely proof that he committed evil deeds daily and lived in fear of revenge.
"What? You're saying that's not a scabbard for a dagger?"
"Then what is that thick mass reaching down to the middle of his thigh—"
"Ah, ah. Everyone."
Everyone pricked up their ears at Ruji Fermaton’s low, resonant voice.
"Breast-morning."
...
Look!
At this scoundrel.
"They call it a 'breast-like' festival, but it's a festival nonetheless. I sincerely welcome you all for coming here."
Starting an opening speech with such vulgar puns—speech that showed absolutely no trace of noble dignity.
"I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point. The 'True Breast Queen' who wins this contest will receive a grand prize of five million gold."
The crowd began to buzz at the incredibly blunt point and the vulgar terminology.
But the amount was far too large to simply dismiss as vulgar.
"And she will have the honor of having a glass cup made in her name to conduct business alongside Fermaton."
Ruji Fermaton held up a single glass cup.
"Oh, ohhh...!"
It had such beautiful curves.
It was a glass cup that wouldn't be out of place if called a work of art.
It was a design that made one want to fill it with Mana Milk immediately and suck it down from the bottom.
"This is tentatively named 'The Goddess's Teardrop'."
As Ruji Fermaton reached out to the side, a blond bunny girl who had been waiting behind him stepped forward and poured champagne into the glass.
"Oh, ohhh..."
Everyone saw it.
The sight of that bunny girl.
And where the name "Goddess's Teardrop" came from.
Ruji was holding one glass cup.
But the bunny girl was wearing—no, carrying—two Goddess's Teardrops of her own.
"My knight, my goddess of victory, my fiancée. If there is a woman with breasts more beautiful than hers, step forward with confidence. For that woman, I will give a special gift separate from the grand prize."
Ruji Fermaton swallowed the champagne in the glass.
Not a sip.
But a one-shot.
"Phew."
After draining the champagne in one go, Ruji Fermaton picked up the empty glass.
"It will be made into a cup like this."
His hand wasn't holding it like a normal wine glass; he was gripping the entire bowl of the glass.
"Look."
Squeak.
Ruji’s fingers moved along the curves of the glass.
As if...
He were squeezing a woman’s breast.
"Ahhh...!"
Everyone realized it.
That glass cup was the elegant teardrop hidden beneath the bunny girl’s black outfit.
And the shape of that glass would be changed to match the "winner."
"The finals will be ten days from today! Seven days for preliminaries, three days for the main event! Any woman with confidence, participate! Fermaton welcomes any challenge!"
Snap.
As Ruji Fermaton snapped his fingers, a woman walked forward from behind him.
"Wait, could that woman be...?"
"The Sword Maiden!"
Serica, the silver-haired swordswoman wearing a knight’s uniform coat, stood beside Ruji Fermaton.
With an expressionless face, she scanned the crowd and slowly took off her coat.
Like the touch of a virgin blushing yet gathering courage, she slowly pushed the coat off her shoulders.
"!!"
Her collarbones were revealed.
The straps of a dress appeared, looking as if she were wearing nothing else.
However, the design was a bit too form-fitting to be just a dress strap.
"Serica."
"...Yes."
When Ruji Fermaton called her name, Serica Valencia threw back her half-unbuttoned coat.
And then.
"Whoa..."
In front of everyone, she boldly revealed her chest.
Breasts clad in a black swimsuit.
Beautiful breasts that had been hidden beneath the coat.
"The preliminaries are like this. A swimsuit screening. You don't need to wear the bottom half. The design of the swimsuit is up to you. However, be aware that wearing a swimsuit outside of regulations will negatively impact your score. That is all."
Clap, clap, clap.
Ruji Fermaton clapped his hands and held the wine glass high.
"Entry is free. Spectating is... free. Total prize money: ten million gold."
"Oh, ohhh...!"
"Let the festival begin."
Waaaaaaaaaaaa—!!
As Ruji Fermaton descended from the podium with the women.
"Then, from now! We shall begin the judging! First contestant, the Adventurer's Guild receptionist—!"
The preliminaries, which would span an entire week, had begun.
* * *
At that same time.
The entrance to Fermaton Castle.
A woman in a black robe slowly approached the guard.
"Halt. What is your purpose here?"
"I heard there was a contest, so I came."
"Ah, I see."
The guard nodded and pointed to another line.
"Stand over there."
"Over there...?"
"That long line of women over there. Record your personal information and write 'Contest Participation' as your purpose of visit."
The line the guard pointed to already had over fifty women waiting in a long queue.
"Tsk. Word has spread all the way to Sirjosia, so even the whores are showing up..."
Leaving the guard’s muttering behind, the woman pulled back her hood.
Rustle.
Black hair and golden eyes.
The golden eyes of the woman, who had a somewhat cold impression...
"...For something Amy mentioned, it seems there are quite a lot of participants."
Were slit.
Vertically.