Chapter 127: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (7)
Chapter 127: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (7)
The World's Greatest Breast Cup Contest had already reached its sixth day of preliminaries.
The number of participants had gradually decreased until the third day, but from the fourth day onward, the numbers began to surge in earnest.
Why?
—If there isn't a daily passing quota anyway, isn't it better to advance to the finals as late as possible?
—If you lose belly fat, your breasts look even prettier...! I’m going to lose some weight for a few more days before I go up!
The power of 5 million Gold in cash (approx. 500 million won) was truly formidable.
Many women pricked up their ears at the news that all they had to do was bare their breasts—and even then, they didn't have to expose their nipples, just show themselves in a swimsuit.
—They’re going to make a glass cup named after me? Doesn't that mean I'll become famous?
—The woman with the most beautiful breasts in Fermaton. No, I’ll be known as the woman with the most beautiful breasts in the entire world.
—If you’re so jealous, you should’ve entered the contest too!
The title of possessing the most beautiful breasts in the world.
The 5 million Gold prize was one thing, but the 'honor' that could not be easily obtained under any other circumstances was impossible to ignore.
—If I have the most beautiful breasts in the world, rumors will surely reach the nobles, right?
—What if a noble comes and asks to marry me? I wouldn't even mind being a concubine. I’m marrying for the money anyway.
—Even if I don't win, if I just make it to the finals and reach the top four, the nobles will definitely take interest. For sure.
Furthermore, based on this honor, women could dream new dreams.
Even if they couldn't become a noble's primary wife, they could live in luxury just by entering as a concubine.
And if the primary wife happened to be lackluster in bed, they might even steal the noble's heart, usurp her position, and become the lady of a noble house.
There were many benefits in various ways.
If they failed, so be it, but the advantages of simply advancing to the finals were far too numerous.
Usually, in most contests, only the winner and perhaps the top four finishers get to shine.
However, since this contest offered incredible merits just for reaching the finals, most women confident in their breasts stepped forward.
And then.
Those who were eliminated early realized that one failure wasn't the end.
Some already knew, but others, fueled by anger and a sense of injustice, looked up the contest regulations and found they had one more chance.
The final day of the contest.
The last day of the preliminaries.
The 'Losers' Revival Round,' where even those who failed were given one more shot.
The name was a bit painful for the losers, but the important thing was that a second chance was being offered, whether it was called a revival round or something else.
And so, right now.
Fermaton was, unintentionally, suffering in various ways from the sounds of massive groups of women exercising and groaning.
—I, huff, have to lose, huff, more weight, huff, even if it's just for one more day, huff, and increase my size by even one more cup...!
The women pushed themselves to show off even slightly prettier breasts.
"Brother Jack, everywhere we go, women are going crazy with their workouts."
"If they’re going to exercise, they should go to the Labyrinth and get some real combat training. Tsk, tsk. Women, I tell ya."
"But wouldn't it be a disaster if they got a scar on their breasts?"
"That’s true. But goddammit, if they’re going to work out, they should do it properly. What’s with all the 'aaahing' and 'ooohing' while they’re at it!"
"Isn't it great, though?"
"What about the kids' education! My kid asked me yesterday! Why are those big sisters in so much pain? Dammit."
The men either averted their eyes, walked with hunched backs, or scowled as they watched the women's efforts.
"Ruji Fermaton, that son of a bitch."
"Hey, why the sudden cursing? Everyone’s making a killing right now thanks to the Young Lord and all the outsiders visiting."
"My sales have plummeted, goddammit. I had to throw away all the food I made yesterday."
"Wait, why?"
"The women aren't coming to eat macarons and cakes because they’re afraid of getting belly fat!"
"Ah."
"Damn it! These people used to shovel sugarcane flour into their mouths every single day, but as soon as a 500 million prize is on the line, they start panicking and stuffing grass into their mouths! Does that make any sense? Dammit, my money!"
"If you keep talking like that, you're going to lose all your customers later."
"I don't care what I say... Gasp, Young Lord...?!"
Those who sold bread or desserts to women were furious as their sales suddenly dropped by half.
"Hey. Did you see those breasts today? I swear, I thought I was going to die from how hard I got."
"Tell me about it. Sigh. There’s no one at home... Should we go get laid?"
"Sex? If you strip a whore, her nipples are just gonna be dark. Instead of that..."
"Let's go there. Good idea. Let's go. Today, it's the full Wet Dream Handjob course, starting with paizuri. Hehehe."
When the preliminaries ended, or even during them, men rushed to the Dream Factory to quench their lust through dreams while receiving Mana Milk services.
The contest—the breast festival—was sailing smoothly toward success.
And now.
The final day of the preliminaries.
Morning dawned.
* * *
Lord's Castle, Sex Room.
"Today is the last day of the preliminaries. And tomorrow is the finals. Tomorrow at dawn, you will all enter the Fermaton Infinite Labyrinth immediately to conduct the Succubus Queen Raid."
The knight order members, gathered in the Sex Room since morning, focused on the schedule.
"The finals last for three days. Excluding the final day, which is the final judging, we essentially have two days. We must take down the Succubus Queen within those two days."
The plan was simple.
While everyone’s eyes were glued to the women's breasts during the festival, we would capture the Succubus Queen and bring her back to the Lord's Castle away from public view.
The end.
"The situation is perfect. The adventurers, who could have been obstacles to the Succubus Queen Raid, have all been dealt with."
I took out the Image Magic Stone that Serica had recorded.
"The young adventurers who would usually be roaming between the 11th and 20th floors are currently losing their minds over gambling and breasts."
Madness was unfolding on the screen.
[I’m betting everything on breast number 103!]
[You idiot! Number 228 is the winner! I saw it!]
[Step right up! This isn't a legal gambling opportunity that comes every day! Who will become the Breast Queen of Fermaton? Entry fee, maximum one thousand Gold!]
Men go crazy for women.
Men go crazy for breasts.
Add gambling to that—especially a legal gambling den—and it was only natural that it would draw the attention of many men.
"As you can see, Guild Leader Bernhard is drawing aggro by setting up a gambling ring within the Adventurer's Guild itself."
"No one will suspect a thing. They're too busy with the distraction to notice anything else."
"Exactly. A five-meter-tall spawning Succubus Queen appearing? Oof, that’s a major incident that even a 'titty party' couldn't cover up."
I had two major issues.
One.
The breast-obsessed Young Lord is throwing a 'titty party' and offering 500 million to look at women's breasts!
That was one.
And the other.
The Young Lord's knight order kidnapped and brought back a Succubus Queen from the Infinite Labyrinth!
Naturally, the latter would draw overwhelmingly more aggro.
"Our primary objective is only one. To handle 'Desmonica of Spawning' quietly so that not a word of it reaches anyone's ears."
Securing the Succubus Queen.
If this were to become public knowledge, the repercussions would be impossible to predict.
"If it leaks, there will be utter chaos. Some will view the Succubus Queen like a chicken in a poultry farm, others will try to farm magic stones by killing the succubi as they hatch from their eggs, and some might even try to capture the newborn succubi to turn them into sex slaves."
It wasn't for nothing that Countess Zenith and Adventurer's Guild Leader Bernhard were helping, along with Magic Tower Master Barbas and Charlotte, the head of the Nine-Tail slave guild.
"Therefore, everyone, please make the best preparations for the raid tomorrow at dawn. So that we can capture the Succubus Queen and handle everything in secret."
The day of the decisive battle was tomorrow.
All that was left was to watch the final day of the preliminaries.
"Well then, let's go."
I opened the door to the Sex Room and stepped out, bracing myself.
"Young Lord. We have a problem."
The person who found me as soon as I stepped out was none other than Amy.
Unlike her usual self, she bowed to me with a flustered, complicated expression.
"A problem?"
"Yes. If I could ask the others to step aside for a moment."
Amy, looking pale, glanced at the others in the Sex Room. Sensing what she wanted to say, I looked back inside.
"Everyone, give us a moment."
I stepped back into the Sex Room, and everyone except Laura went outside.
Creeeeak.
Thud.
"What is it? Is it about that side?"
"It's a situation that's hard to say is about that side, but also hard to say it isn't."
"You're flustered. For you to be acting like this, Amy."
"Yes. I am flustered. It's..."
"I'll calm you down."
I crouched in front of Amy and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up.
"It's red today."
"......."
"How is it? Are you calm now?"
"Yes...."
Amy let out a deep sigh at my actions.
"Really, Young Lord, you are truly... Sigh."
"You've definitely calmed down."
"I'm just dumbfounded."
Though she likely found it pathetic and absurd, Amy had regained her composure, unlike before when she was too flustered to speak properly.
"So, Miss Amy, who came wearing passionate red panties today. For what reason did you ask to see me privately?"
"That person has come to the festival."
"......What?"
"The thing is."
Amy continued in a voice that sounded like she could hardly believe what she was saying.
"She said a festival like this sounded interesting and that she would participate in it."
"...It's a good thing to enjoy the festival. Does she want me to arrange a seat for her? If so, she's more than welcome. Especially if she's a beauty."
"...She said she would create the opportunity herself."
"What?"
Even if she was something like the leader of the revolutionary army, she was going to 'create an opportunity herself' against me, the absolute ruler of Fermaton?
"Nonsense. Is she going to occupy the entrance of the Infinite Labyrinth and shout, 'Ruji, come out!'?"
"No. I almost wish she would."
"Then?"
"...She is participating in the festival. As a contestant."
"...What?"
Did I hear that right?
"Participating in the festival? Her? Personally? As a contestant?"
"Yes. From the preliminaries to the finals, and after winning, she said she would proudly arrange a private meeting with the Young Lord as the winner of this Breast Festival..."
"No, is there any need for that!"
I let out a hollow laugh in frustration.
"If she just showed up and said, 'I'm here to have sex,' I'd open the front gates immediately!"
"Um, Young Lord."
"What?"
"It's a bit embarrassing when you get angry like that right in front of my panties."
"......."
I lowered Amy's skirt.
"...Laura."
"Yes, Young Lord."
"We're going to the preliminary judging area right now!"
The Human Rights Character is baring her breasts at the judging area.
Looking for me.