Chapter 138: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (2)
Chapter 138: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (2)
After somehow ending up creating a Cock Glass for the tournament winner...
I carefully reviewed the profiles of the finalists one by one.
Only two people truly caught my eye.
Irmiter Sirjosia.
This woman drew my attention simply because she was massive. The sheer size of her breasts was enough to pull my gaze, and since they weren't just large but also beautifully shaped, many were betting on her as the favorite to win.
The one threatening Irmiter’s lead was none other than 'Yoanna.'
A character I had failed to pull through the gacha was now standing in the finals, threatening Yoanna’s—wait, threatening the top spot.
Was this a good thing?
I wasn't sure.
Competition is always a good thing, but the problem was that I would have to maintain a long-term relationship with whichever of the two won.
"I have to give the winner a guarantee, and we have to turn her into a product..."
First of all, there was the prize money.
It bothered me a little that my money was going to someone who wasn't 'mine.'
If I had known it would come to this, maybe I should have secretly slipped Serica into the mix.
Regardless of what people might say about collusion, I could have snuck one of my own knights in and made her the winner. After all, I was the one who decided the victor.
Or I could have recruited someone who seemed like a good fit for a companion beforehand.
A predetermined winner.
Among the participants, there were definitely names I recognized.
So-called 'Standard Characters.'
Their names appeared on the pickup lists periodically, but since they weren't Limited Characters, they were units you could pull at any time.
—Standards always spook you eventually!
The so-called "Standard Spook."
I saw a few of those characters.
I culled them from the list and made sure they failed the preliminaries.
There wasn't any character I felt I absolutely needed to survive, nor was there one my heart—or my chest—was calling out for.
Still, it would be troublesome if they started standing out now.
I preferred it if they stayed quiet for now rather than becoming famous. That way, I could approach them more easily and take them for myself without a fuss.
Increasing the Knight Order's strength is always a good thing.
It didn't necessarily have to involve sex.
If they wanted it, we could. If the sexual tension was right, I’d plow them right then and there, but for the most part, I wanted to accept gacha characters as my companions and vassals.
Yurdias is making contact in secret right now, so I’m sure she’ll bring back good results.
Gacha characters are trustworthy.
Especially a virgin gacha character—a woman who has gone as far as having sex with me in the Sex Room is someone I can truly trust.
Take Yurdias, for example.
She was originally a woman who was practically the icon of betrayal, but thanks to the brilliant future, wealth, and sex techniques I showed her, she became a splendid vassal who trusts and follows me.
Thanks to her, I gained control of the Thief Guild and have been using them as informants to secure information about this reality.
Expanding my influence bit by bit.
That was my basic strategy.
That’s why I had dropped everyone else in the finals and was making contact under the table, but...
"An overwhelming favorite to win, huh?"
Yoanna had made it to the finals.
Unlike Irmiter, who had advanced with the advantage of being a 'noble' along with her nearly meter-wide breast size and proportions, Yoanna had made it up there through pure skill(?).
—Put her in the finals! I want to see that woman’s bare breasts!
—I want to see her in underwear—no, in a swimsuit! Pop those shirt buttons!
—If she wins, won't we be able to see those breasts as a glass cup? I can't take it anymore, grrr!
Overwhelming popularity.
The crowd cheered so much for Yoanna that the tournament would have likely fallen apart if she hadn't made it to the finals.
Everyone was dying to see Yoanna’s real breasts, her white skin.
So was I.
I had been summoned to this world before I even got to see Yoanna’s lewd fanart.
Since today was the final day of the tournament, if she wanted to win, she would show up in a swimsuit on her own.
If she didn't wear a swimsuit, she would betray everyone's expectations and fail to win.
Either way...
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded from outside.
"Young Lord. It is Countess Zenith Fermaton."
"Tell her to come in."
I organized my documents and put them in the drawer, and soon Zenith entered the office.
"Am I interrupting?"
"No. It's just that tomorrow is the final day, so I was looking over the participants."
"...That's actually why I'm here."
Zenith approached me with a serious expression.
"The Kingdom is keeping a close eye on this tournament."
"...The Kingdom?"
I glanced toward the door, but Zenith nodded as if to say it was fine.
"Why would the Kingdom care about a tournament like this?"
"Because it's being held in Fermaton. It seems the Kingdom's Intelligence Department wants to have Irmiter win and then use her to infiltrate this place."
"...Aha. Because we have to keep producing the Breast Glasses? They sure find it easy to come up with excuses."
To think they would try to use a sacred breast tournament for their own operations.
It was deeply unpleasant.
"They didn't seem interested before. What annoying bastards."
"While you were busy having sex with the girls, I was dealing with the Sirjosia family."
"...You should have called me."
"I didn't think there was any need for you to go. I spoke well enough to send them away. And..."
Zenith pulled a gem from her bodice.
"They gave this as a gift. For Ruji Fermaton."
"What is this?"
"A small token of sincerity from the Sirjosias. If you sell it in the capital, you'll get at least 5 million gold for it."
"...Ha. So it's the prize money?"
It was absurd.
"They're offering a bribe for the sacred Breast Festival?"
"It's a matter of the Sirjosia family's honor."
"Honor?"
"The youngest of the Sirjosia family entered the fray carrying her family's name. Imagine if a noble lost in a tournament like this. How humiliating would that be?"
"Hmm..."
"Normally, it would lead straight to a Territorial War."
"They won't start a Territorial War because of Fermaton's unique status, but they'll grit their teeth and make us pay an equivalent price?"
"Exactly."
It was a threat that wasn't quite a threat.
If you looked at it positively, it was an aristocratic proposal for a win-win coexistence; if you looked at it negatively, it was a bribe to make Irmiter Sirjosia the winner.
By the standards of the nobility of this era, the former was correct, and it seemed the other party had given it with that in mind, but I didn't have a good feeling about it.
"And they're watching closely to see if someone from the Empire wins."
"There isn't really anyone who looks like they'll win..."
Ah.
"Are you talking about Yoanna?"
"Yes. It turns out she's from the Empire."
I had the fact that Yoanna belonged to the 'Revolutionary Army' so firmly planted in my head that I hadn't thought about the origin listed in her profile.
"No, what's wrong with someone from the Empire?"
"Well, some people are saying it would be a bit awkward if someone from the Empire came to a Kingdom tournament and took the win. Even Sir Bernhard has been hinting at that."
"That old man..."
The Empire?
What did that matter?
Everyone is equal before breasts.
"That's ridiculous. A tournament is a tournament."
"What do you want to do?"
"...The tournament must be fair. We can't let someone win for political reasons."
"I think so too. And I will follow your opinion entirely."
Zenith approached me, her eyes shining.
"Whatever decision you make, I will respect it."
The day dawned.
* * *
The final day of the tournament.
I intentionally arrived late at the venue.
I didn't even watch the finals; I just stayed in the waiting room and went straight to the arena as soon as it was time.
"Ah, Young Lord Ruji Fermaton is entering!"
Effortlessly ignoring the applause pouring toward me, I took my seat as the special judge.
"Young Lord. You've arrived just in time."
"Sir Bernhard."
"The judges' total evaluation has just finished. Here are the results."
The judging sheet was handed to me.
As expected of an event that many people had gathered to prepare for, even if it was for a short period, I was able to check the results before anyone else through a systematic scoring sheet.
"Sir Bernhard. What is this 'Future Potential' category?"
"It's an evaluation of how closely they can maintain a relationship with the Count of Fermaton and the Fermaton territory in the future."
"It seems the results were split based on this section."
"It's the common consensus of the judges. The Countess, rather than future potential..."
"I understand."
My response came out stiffly.
Among the numerous glass cups before my eyes, the one that stood out the most was Irmiter’s.
It was overwhelmingly larger than the others.
The shape was pretty and beautiful, so it wouldn't be strange to put the winner's name next to it.
The next largest was, of course, Yoanna’s—No. 1004.
The participants were watching me from a distance.
"Then, the results..."
"I will announce them myself."
Thump, thump.
My footsteps felt heavy.
Holding the evaluation sheet along with the paper containing the final winner's name, I stepped onto the podium.
Numerous women were on the stage, waiting for their names to be called.
Since they had made glass cups modeled after their own breasts using Pink Slime, everyone was hoping they would win, no matter how strong the favorites were.
Except for one person, Yoanna.
Yoanna just stood there with a beaming smile, observing me as if she had just come out to have fun.
"The winner is..."
I unfolded the evaluation sheet.
Irmiter Sirjosia.
"......."
I gripped the paper with the winner's name on both sides.
Riiip.
I tore it right down the middle.
I saw countless people staring at me with shocked eyes.
Some thought it was just a performance, while others, who thought 'the talk was already finished,' widened their eyes in surprise.
In particular, the people from the Sirjosia family, whom Zenith said she met yesterday, jumped out of their seats.
Look at these guys who look like they have tiny dicks.
How dare they try to rub their dicks on the sacred Breast Festival with a mere 500 million?
Not a chance.
"The winner is participant number 1004."
Everyone fell silent.
Even those who were about to cheer held back, sensing the atmosphere.
—Hey, even if a noble from our own country showed her face in the tournament, he's going to let a foreigner win?
I could see those looks in their eyes.
"If you're curious about the reason, I'll give it to you."
I held up Yoanna’s glass from the bottom and lightly rubbed it with my finger.
"The moment I saw this glass, the moment I saw these breasts, my heart told me."
Clearing my throat, I declared before everyone.
"She wins because they look like the kind of breasts I want to back-hug, reach between the cleavage to rip the buttons off, peel the shirt back, and fondle the hell out of them until the nipples stand up so I can suck on them."
The judging.
"Well... to put it simply in a one-line review."
To hell with everything else.
"These breasts made me hard."