Chapter 128: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (8)
Chapter 128: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (8)
The Young Lord arrives in haste.
Accompanied by Laura and Amy, I headed straight for the preliminary judging area.
"Ah! The Young Lord has arrived!"
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
While not everyone joined in, about seventy percent of the crowd broke into applause at my appearance.
Given how popular the contest had become, it was only natural for the man who organized it to receive a warm welcome.
"Amy."
I took my seat in the special VIP section reserved for me and gave Amy a subtle nudge.
"Where is she?"
"I've checked the entry list. She’s scheduled to come up shortly."
"Can't we stop her?"
"How could I possibly do that?"
Was it because Amy was just a subordinate? Or was it because Yoanna was simply unstoppable?
"Ahem."
I couldn't speak too freely with so many eyes on us, but I still had to ask.
"I could have just invited her for a glass of wine..."
"I'll relay that later, but it seems she’s developed some sort of strange pride regarding this."
"Strange pride?"
"Yes. You know, that feeling of 'I absolutely have to win this'..."
"But why...?"
I couldn't wrap my head around it. Was it really appropriate for the leader of the Revolutionary Army to come here and bare her chest?
"I think I understand," Laura whispered softly in my ear. "If someone held a 'World's Greatest Cock Contest,' what would you do, Young Lord?"
"I get it immediately. Yeah, if that's the case, I respect it."
A debate over the world's greatest dick? How could such a contest even be held without including the member of Ruji Fermaton?
"Let's just wait and see. Whether she actually comes out, or if she's just trying to make contact separately..."
"Contestant number 1003! A very distinguished guest from our neighboring territory!"
Sway.
The crowd fell into a collective hush. I kept my mouth shut too, fearing my voice would carry too far in the silence.
Sway.
The size was overwhelming. They were so massive they couldn't be held with even one hand.
"Whoa, holy shit. Her tits are bigger than her head."
Someone's entranced comment rippled through the stands, and the woman on the stage offered a bashful smile. Yet, despite her apparent shyness, she subtly pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward.
"She hails from the neighboring territory. Irmiter Sirjosia!!"
"Sirjosia?"
"She came all the way from the next territory for this?"
"Hey, even for a noble, five million gold is no joke. Damn. She’s a lock for the win."
The spectators were all nodding in agreement. Even I was left speechless by that sheer, staggering volume.
"...The world is a vast place."
They were beyond 'large'; they were 'hyper-breasts.' I never imagined I’d see a pair larger than Zenith’s in person.
"This alone made the contest worth it. Yes."
I didn't even care about the finals anymore. Irmiter Sirjosia was the de facto winner. To beat her, Laura would probably have to step out wearing nothing but heart-shaped nipple patches over her areolas.
"Laura. You..."
"Do you like them that big, Young Lord?"
Laura’s voice was low and heavy.
"You prefer them huge, don't you?"
"If they're too big, it's a bit much."
I meant it.
"R-really?"
"Of course."
I didn't specify exactly how big 'too big' was, so I was safe.
You know. I remember seeing something like it once. It was an American talent show or something; a woman with massive breasts came out and used them to crush beer cans.
Even that size is actually fine. Even as big as the Succubus Queen is fine.
'The important thing is balance.'
The ratio of shoulders to chest. The line from the breasts to the waist. And the hip line that complements the bust. Only when all three elements harmonize can one truly be called a goddess of beauty.
"Laura."
"Yes."
"You're more erotic, so don't worry."
"...I should take that as a compliment, right?"
Laura turned her head away, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Then—"
"Next contestant! Wow, this one is quite the contender as well! Allow me to introduce her! Contestant number 1004! [Ark's Chalice]!"
"Pfft."
I barely managed to keep from spraying the mana milk I had just sipped as I watched the person following Irmiter onto the stage.
"...Amy."
"She actually did it."
Amy turned pale, while I tried my best to maintain my composure as I scrutinized the woman on the stage.
'That's right.'
I could tell just by the size of her chest.
'That is what you call a human rights character.'
Yoanna.
The 3-star meta-essential character. The one I couldn't pull, the one I spent every last gacha stone trying to get but failed—the motherless—no, the 'no-ceiling' character was standing right there in the contest arena.
Her face was hidden behind a medieval knight's full-face helmet, but her clothes were plain, looking like something a country girl would wear. The kind of outfit you'd expect to see on someone carrying a flower basket in the Alps.
What was it called? A dirndl? It was something like that.
The notable feature was the shameless, corset-like design where the straps ran down past the sides of her breasts and gathered at the abdomen, clearly meant to emphasize her bust.
However.
"Contestant number 1004. We cannot accurately judge the shape of your breasts while you are wearing those clothes."
The crowd cheered at Guild Leader Bernhard's words, while the women on either side of him frowned.
"She's not in a swimsuit?"
"The regulations are fine with it, as long as the contestant is confident they can pass."
"But she's covered up. How do we know they aren't padded?"
I felt the same way. Who wouldn't want to see what was beneath that dirndl, where those two prominent mounds were straining against the vest-like corset?
Even through the fabric, you could tell. She was a match for Laura—no, in terms of pure bust size, she might be even larger and more beautiful.
If Laura was a goddess who descended to this earth from the heavens...
Then Yoanna was a saint born on this earth, her body brimming with divinity.
"Contestant number 1004. Do you have anything to say?"
"May I use a prop?"
Oooooh.
The crowd roared just from the sound of her voice. I couldn't help but join them; her voice belonged to a voice actress who could make any character a top-tier hit just by being cast. It was a voice that sat at the pinnacle of the industry. A voice that commanded a massive fandom by name alone. A voice that made people pull on a gacha just because she was the lead character.
"Wow. I feel like I'm gonna cum just from hearing her voice."
I didn't say that. The men in the audience did. Her voice was so sultry it felt like it could make you finish just by listening, and everyone seemed to be feeling a certain tightness in their pants.
"Um, Young Lord."
"...Ah."
The voice of my goddess behind me snapped me back to reality.
"...I lost myself for a moment."
"Should I dress like that too?"
"I'll look for an outfit later. Anyway, a prop? What is she planning?"
I didn't know what she had prepared. Unfortunately, the person before her had been so overwhelming that she was at a relative disadvantage.
Irmiter Sirjosia. She wasn't a gacha character I knew, but it wouldn't be surprising if she were added as a pickup character later. A woman with breasts that vastly outclassed Zenith's.
Even if this festival wasn't strictly about picking the biggest breasts, being both huge and beautiful was a winning combination. It was only the preliminaries, but the winner was practically decided.
Yoanna's breasts were impressive enough to make people reconsider that for a moment, but her timing was terrible.
'If Yoanna had come out first, Irmiter would have been overshadowed.'
If Yoanna had been given an earlier slot? Then Irmiter would have been downgraded to 'just a pair of oversized tits.'
If she had come out in a swimsuit, surely—
Splash.
"...Hah?!"
In that instant, a memory of something someone once said flashed through my mind.
—Oppa, what's the best way to make a white T-shirt erotic?
—Hmm. An oversized shirt and no panties?
—Wrong. The answer is... this.
"She's wet...!"
Water cascaded down. Water was drenching Yoanna's chest. The white cotton fabric clung tightly to her breasts, and the skin hidden behind the white began to stand out.
And then.
"Gasp...!"
The men all swallowed hard.
Beneath the shirt, she was wearing a standard black bikini.
"Whoa. Holy shit. See-through..."
Seeing her like that through the white, wet fabric made everyone start salivating.
'That is a true human rights character.'
The woman who nearly bankrupted me. Though she wasn't the actual character, Yoanna's breasts looked so touchable, so suckable—they made me want to bury my face in them.
But.
That was that.
"Laura."
"Yes?"
"Let's go back."
I put my arm around Laura's waist and pointed toward the castle.
"Huh? You're not going to watch more?"
"I've seen enough. And..."
While everyone's eyes were glued to Yoanna, I let Laura's hand brush against my front.
"I have an erection."
"...Isn't that because of contestant number 1004?"
Her voice was slightly pouting—no, she was flat-out grumbling. Laura was annoyed that I had gotten hard over another woman.
"Laura."
However.
"I can get an erection anytime I see a beautiful woman, but who is the only person who can soothe this hard cock?"
The woman who would soothe this dick, which would otherwise keep leaking pre-ejaculate incessantly...
"...Is it me?"
Laura gave a sly grin and pressed her body against mine.
"I guess I have no choice. I'll go and help you empty it—every last drop."
Ah. This is good.
Yes. This is the truth.
No matter how much of a limited character she is. No matter how god-tier she is. No matter how much of a human rights character she is.
'What does it matter if I don't have her?'
What's the point of a meta-essential character who isn't in my knight order? Unless she can have sex with me as part of my order, that is.
"...Hm?"
In the distance, I saw a signal from someone calling for me. It seemed a conversation was absolutely necessary, so I checked the time.
"Laura. Go on ahead. Go to the sex room, take a shower, and change into the bunny girl outfit."
I patted Laura's butt and whispered in her ear.
"Wait for me on the bed wearing nothing but my white shirt."
"...And underneath?"
"You decide."
Laura gave a wide smile and whispered back into my ear.
"As you command. I'll be waiting, wearing only your shirt."