Chapter 126: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (6)
Chapter 126: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (6)
A short while later, in the breakroom.
"Good work, Serica. You too, Laura."
Returning to the breakroom, the first thing I did was praise the two for their hard work.
"Everyone must have realized by now. That glass I drank the Mana Milk from—it was modeled after your breasts, Laura."
"They’d be even more surprised if they knew whose Mana Milk it was, wouldn't they? Tee-hee."
"Fortunately, it seems no one’s caught on to that yet."
There was no point in hiding it.
Both the glass and the Mana Milk itself belonged to Laura.
"You did well. People must have been staring at you with lewd eyes."
"That’s just how men are."
"And the women were probably jealous of your body."
"They’re just jealous because I’m Ruji Fermaton’s woman."
"You certainly have a way with words. Is there anything you want?"
"Since I gave the Young Lord my milk, I’d like to receive something equivalent in return, you knooow~"
Laura sent me a signal in a sultry, melodic voice.
It seemed that since we hadn't had sex yet today due to the contest preparations, her body had grown restless in the interim.
Or perhaps she’d gotten a little wet while the Mana Milk was being extracted.
"I’ll bury my cock in you the moment we get back to the Sex Room."
"Yay!"
Laura was overjoyed. She deserved that much of a reward.
It’s one thing for me to step out there, but it’s a different story for them.
Standing before a crowd is no small feat, especially in a situation that emphasizes such provocative elements. I couldn't praise them enough.
"And Serica, you worked hard as well."
Laura usually walks around in a bunny girl outfit anyway, so that was one thing. But for Serica, this was effectively the first time she had exposed herself in front of everyone.
"It wasn't at the beach or by a river in the Infinite Labyrinth; showing yourself in just a swimsuit must have been a burden. Thank you for stepping up."
"As a member of the knights and a resident of Fermaton, it was my duty."
Serica had put her coat back on, but she hadn't taken off the swimsuit yet.
"Of course, I was a little embarrassed to be the only one wearing a swimsuit on top."
Serica scratched her cheek, her face slightly flushed.
"But then I heard that countless other women would be participating in the preliminaries in swimsuits, so I felt better. Apparently, there were over 300 applicants on the first day alone."
Originally, Serica hadn't been keen on the idea of putting her breasts on display.
—No, who in their right mind would agree to participate in such a crazy contest?
—Serica. Money is always right. It’s a chance to win five million Gold just for showing your tits. Who wouldn't take that challenge?
—And why are the preliminaries lasting seven days? That’s ridiculous. Even if you crammed it into one day, you’d barely get fifty participants.
—Let’s make a bet. I predict a hundred people on the first day.
—Fine. If more than a hundred show up, I’ll walk out at the opening ceremony wearing a swimsuit.
And then 300 people applied on the first day.
Inevitably, Serica had to agree to reveal at least her upper half.
—So I’m just supposed to stand in front of people in nothing but a swimsuit?
—No. I have no intention of showing your entire swimsuit-clad body to others.
—Then what?
—You just have to show your breasts. That’s how the contest is being run anyway.
I didn't particularly want to reveal Serica’s hips to the public, so I only had her reveal up to her chest.
—Isn't it fine to just walk around with your breasts pushed up by a swimsuit?
—Is it?
—Yeah. Everyone else will be doing the same thing. What’s the big deal?
The important thing was to instill the perception that "swimsuits are fine."
This is how you slowly fill the moat.
While we were at it with the Breast Cup Contest, I was gradually breaking down Serica’s sense of modesty.
—Oh? Everyone’s wearing swimsuits?
—Is it okay for me to just walk around in a swimsuit now too?
Eventually, I’d make it so she could confidently go shopping from the Lord’s Castle to the Adventurer’s Guild wearing nothing but a swimsuit.
Now this is gaslighting.
Someday.
I hoped an era would come where things like sports bras were distributed throughout the entire County of Fermaton, where wearing sports bras and leggings became universal, and women could proudly show themselves off.
Then Serica could walk around confidently in a swimsuit, and everyone else would do the same.
If something considered strange becomes the average, it’s no longer strange.
I fervently hoped that the current appearances of Laura and Serica—which were erotic even without full exposure—would one day become everyday attire.
"Young Lord. The preliminaries are about to start. It’s time to head to the judging area."
"Right."
I packed my things and headed out.
My "things" consisted of nothing more than Laura’s glass and a list of the participants' names.
"Oh? Young Lord?"
"What is it?"
"What are these names highlighted in color?"
"Ah, these."
Laura, with her sharp eyes, noticed the people I had already checked off on the list.
There were only five of them.
And.
"The people I’m going to fail for now...?"
"????"
Laura was plunged into confusion. Based on the names alone, they all sounded like they would be beautiful women.
That’s right.
These people.
I guess five hundred million is worth showing your tits for.
They were gacha characters.
The ones destined to fail.
The women on this list would be disqualified without exception.
Even if they appeared in a form so charming it made me get an erection.
* * *
The Preliminary Judging Area.
"It’s been a while, Guild Leader Bernhard. You too, Guild Leader Barbas."
"Haha. Thank you for giving me such a feast for the eyes in my old age, Young Lord."
Bernhard let out a boisterous laugh, while Barbas frowned slightly at him.
"You aren't going to judge from the start?"
"It’s fine, Tower Master. As the special judge, I simply have the power to personally rescue someone even if all three of you fail them. Or I can give a 'Free Pass' to anyone I want."
"Honestly... to think you’ve created such a systematic set of criteria for something like this."
"Does judging breasts not sit well with you?"
"...The Magic Tower is simply doing the task it was assigned."
On the surface, it looked like the jealousy of an old woman.
In reality, she was just dumbfounded.
There were three judges.
Each of the three could mark an 'O' or an 'X,' and those who received three 'O's would be the first to advance to the finals.
After narrowing them down like that, there were also 'Super Passes' that the judges could use a limited number of times.
The judging criteria and methods, which even I thought were quite well-structured, were naturally borrowed from K-Contests.
"The next participant's breasts are...! We will reveal them in sixty seconds!"
"Tsk, what a shame. The lady just now had breasts that sagged too much; I was looking forward to the next pair."
"Guild Leader. Have some dignity."
"I am sitting here as a red-blooded man, Tower Master."
"Hah."
As women who were relatively young—or at least young at heart, regardless of their outward appearance—Barbas and Zenith clearly didn't appreciate Bernhard’s lecherous attitude.
Me?
As for me, since I’d already become trash, I didn't have any image left to lose.
"Excuse me, Young Lord."
"Yes, Countess?"
Since we were in public, we had to use formal titles, which felt a bit awkward, but Zenith spoke up cautiously.
"Isn't this contest... a failure?"
Zenith’s words were perfectly valid, at least so far.
"Of course. It’s a total flop."
On the first day.
Nearly a hundred women had already bared their breasts, but not a single one had received three 'O's.
"Countess, Guild Leader, Tower Master. For a pair of breasts to earn the recognition of you three, wouldn't they have to be at least on the level of Laura, Serica, or perhaps the Countess herself?"
The judging criteria were too strict.
Goddess-tier playable characters.
3-star limited pickup human rights characters.
One of the 'Big Three of Busts.'
Since they had to be on par with these three to advance to the finals, everyone kept getting disqualified—
"Preparations are complete. Now, the next participant!"
"...Hm?"
Somehow.
Those breasts looked familiar.
Wooooooo!
The crowd erupted in cheers.
The woman who stepped onto the platform came out confidently in a swimsuit—in fact, she had even discarded the bottom half and stood before everyone in a full bikini.
With a bread bag over her head.
"That woman... she’s the one."
"Young Lord. Are those... breasts you recognize?"
"She’s a maid from our Lord’s Castle."
"Participant number 104, 'Megane Queen'!"
For the record.
Since they came out with their faces covered and their lower bodies mostly obscured, some used pseudonyms.
Usually, it was those who were embarrassed to be seen by others, and this woman was no different.
"Fail."
Before the judging could even begin, I raised my hand and disqualified Number 104.
"Ohhh! Young Lord Ruji Fermaton has exercised his right to an immediate disqualification for the first time. May we hear the reason? Is it because she isn't wearing a skirt or pants? Is it because it’s too obscene?"
"It is far too obscene."
I pointed at the face of Number 104, the self-proclaimed Megane Queen, Emma.
"I can see the frames of her glasses inside that bread bag. Fail."
"Wh-What?!"
The crowd began to murmur. They weren't surprised because I was disqualifying her over glasses; they were murmuring because everyone already knew.
That I was a glasses-hater who despised spectacles.
"I-It can't be helped. Number 104 is disqualified. Next, Number 105..."
Step, step.
The next participant made her appearance.
Following Emma’s lead, she wore only a swimsuit, but she appeared before everyone with her face fully exposed.
"Uh, uh..."
The audience, the judges, and the host were all conscious of me.
There was only one reason.
"Participant Number 105. [Professor]..."
"Hello."
A brown-haired woman greeted everyone in a soft, gentle voice.
She had her hair tied up and bowed lightly in greeting.
Boing.
Gulp.
I could hear the sound of people swallowing their spit from here.
Along with the sound of tension, everyone’s eyes were on me.
They were certainly beautiful breasts.
However.
She was wearing glasses.
"Hmm."
Is it a fail?
Or not?
This was a breast festival, but even so, I couldn't just shed my image as the glasses-hating Ruji...
Click.
The woman pushed up her glasses with her index finger.
And then, with utter composure.
Flick.
She took off her glasses and rested them on top of her head.
"......Hmm."
Perfect improvisation.
I stood up from my seat.
"Elegant."
Clap, clap, clap.
"Fail."