Chapter 139: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (3)
Chapter 139: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (3)
The Breast Festival that had set Fermaton ablaze finally came to an end.
The festivities were over, but the people couldn't help but gossip about the results of the "contest."
"In the end, we never even got to see that woman's breasts."
No. 1004.
The winner had competed with her face and body completely covered, relying solely on a water-soaked shirt over a black swimsuit.
"She must have taken the shirt off when they applied the slime mucus to make the glass mold, right?"
"Obviously. You saw the glass. Kaaa, now those were some true breast containers."
A glass made from breasts.
A vessel crafted in the exact shape of a human breast.
While they couldn't touch the actual breasts, they could experience the sensation of holding them, just as Ruji Fermaton had.
"Hah. I want to feel those breasts too."
"Who wouldn't? Everyone probably went to the Dream Factory to bury their cocks in those breasts and jerk off, right?"
"In their dreams, anyway."
During the festival, the Dream Factory—where succubi sold dreams—was packed with visitors.
Aside from the Dream Factory, the brothel village, where actual physical acts took place, was also swarming with people.
Commonly, everyone focused intensely on breasts, burying their faces or dicks in them, or squeezing them until they were raw.
At the flower shop, women with large breasts were the most requested, and the Dream Factory was overflowing with dreams of bouncing bosoms.
Everyone was obsessed with breasts, yet in the end, no one had actually seen the "winner's" pair.
"Isn't that thing in Fermaton Castle? The mold for No. 1004."
"The breast model mold? Didn't they say they'd destroy them all after the contest?"
"They're using it to make the glass cups. If I could just get my hands on that and fill it with plaster... hehehe."
"I'm going to summon a slime familiar and have it mimic that shape. Then I'll use it as a pillow. ...If only I could get it."
What wicked and turgid imaginations!
The men could only lament over the breasts they couldn't touch, couldn't suck, and hadn't even seen.
And what about the women?
"What a total bitch. Everyone else bared their chests, but she's the only one who stayed covered?"
"It's because her face is so trashed she can't show it. I hope Ruji Fermaton sees her face, gets horrified, and revokes the award."
"Is she really ugly?"
"I don't know. Probably. If she were pretty, she would've proudly shown both her face and her breasts at the same time."
They say a woman's worst enemy is another woman.
Part of it was the lingering resentment of those who had failed the contest, but the anger grew as rumors began to circulate.
"The Young Lord picked her just because he had a hard-on? Does that mean any woman the Young Lord wants to knock up will win every contest from now on?"
"Exactly. Fuck, I heard he keeps pretty women around him like Ruji's Dick Houses, and now things are just getting out of hand."
"Sex-crazed bastard. He needs to get fucked over once to snap out of it."
Many people hurled curses at Ruji Fermaton for arbitrarily deciding the winner.
Since it was a competition, it was natural for the organizer to take some heat, but because the process and result were so dubious, gossip was inevitable.
"Hey, what do you think? Do you think it makes sense for Ruji Fermaton to pick a winner just based on his own whims?"
"Yeah."
"What?!"
"So what? He spent 5 million gold of his own money to bury his face in whatever breasts he liked. Is there really a problem with that?"
"That winner isn't even from the Kingdom, is she?"
"Nope. I heard she came from the Empire."
"What? Then isn't that just throwing money away? If we buy the glasses, doesn't the money go to the Empire?"
"It goes to a citizen of the Empire."
"It's the same thing! Tsk. To think our money is going to those Imperial bastards..."
The issues ranged from whether it was right for a non-Kingdom citizen to win...
"Wow. Irmiter is screwed. She used her noble name and still didn't win. How humiliating is that?"
"Maybe she didn't slide him anything under the table? Isn't it a bit much to treat a fellow Kingdom noble like that?"
"Who knows? Maybe it wasn't his brain doing the judging."
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"What if his dick is pointing toward the Empire instead of the Kingdom? What if he's telling the Kingdom to suck it and is planning to defect to the Empire?"
"Hey, isn't that a bit much just because he didn't pick a Kingdom girl as the winner?"
...to accusations that he had been cold-hearted toward a fellow Kingdom noble.
"Since the Sirjosia family was humiliated, a territorial war is practically guaranteed if this continues."
"Are you crazy? A territorial war against Fermaton? What kind of insane talk is that?"
"No, I mean, if it were anyone but Fermaton, a territorial war would be on the horizon. You have to admit that."
"That's true. To lose in such a low-brow contest, of all things... there's no greater disgrace."
Some even speculated about a duel to the death over the stain on noble honor.
While various predictions flew back and forth, one result was clear.
"Hey! Someone from the Sirjosia family just entered the Count's castle! They're definitely there to protest!"
Representing the Sirjosia family, Irsenti Sirjosia visited the Lord's Castle.
Accompanied by the knights of the Sirjosia family.
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"It has been a while, Young Lord Ruji Fermaton."
"Mm."
How should I deal with this man in front of me?
"Why are you here?"
"I have come because I cannot accept the results of the contest."
His younger sister, Irmiter Sirjosia, was standing right next to him. She had come running to pick a fight with me just because she lost. What should I do with them?
"You can't accept them?"
"That is correct. My sister, Irmiter, possesses the largest and most beautiful breasts by anyone's standards."
That was true.
She certainly lived up to her reputation, and since her dress was designed to expose her upper chest, it was impossible not to look.
"Look at them. These breasts. Even without the Sirjosia name, she should have easily won."
"Well, I'll admit her breasts are large and pretty."
Since she knew they were large and was actively flaunting them, it would be rude not to look. Looking was a matter of etiquette.
"But the results are out. The winner is No. 1004. Irmiter Sirjosia is the runner-up. Irmiter is the runner-up."
I said it twice because it was important.
Since they couldn't seem to accept the fact that she was the runner-up, I repeated it to hammer it into their ears.
"You're here to ask why Irmiter is the runner-up, right? To ask what it means for Ruji Fermaton to ignore the judges' scores and make a unilateral decision? That's why you're here, isn't it?"
"It is. I request an explanation."
"An explanation? How absurd."
I leaned back in my chair and leisurely crossed my legs.
"I don't feel the slightest need to explain myself. There's nothing to explain, and it's not an issue that requires one. I have done nothing wrong."
Adopting the "arrogant brat" posture unique to Ruji Fermaton, I tilted my head slightly to the side.
"I think the bigger problem is you coming here and being so clingy because you can't accept the results."
"What did you say...?!"
"I received the 'token of sincerity' you sent to the Countess. It was appraised at exactly 5 million gold—the same value as the grand prize."
It was a message.
A bribe equal to the prize money, asking me to make Irmiter the winner.
"I'll return it if you want. To begin with, I have no interest in such gems."
While it was publicly known that Ruji Fermaton was looking for strange gems, did they really think I'd take a bribe?
"And considering how much money I make here in Fermaton, did you really think you could sway me with something like this?"
If a bribe doesn't work, one should consider if the amount was simply too low.
‘If it had been 50 billion, Irmiter would’ve won instantly.’
If someone had offered 50 billion gold to win the Breast Festival, even Yoanna would have approved.
"It was nice of you to bring it as a sign of sincerity, but it wasn't enough to move my heart."
"Just how much do you want?"
"An amount that exceeds the royalty and projected future revenue that the winner's breasts will generate?"
Irsenti's expression darkened.
"Are you saying... that Irmiter is completely inferior to that woman? That it's not just because you had a hard-on, but because a glass made from Irmiter's breasts has lower commercial value...?"
"Yes."
At my blunt confirmation, Irsenti's eyes became bloodshot, and Irmiter's eyes began to well up with tears.
"How could you say such a thing...!"
"What? I'm a noble, but I'm fundamentally a businessman. I live to develop the Fermaton County. And as a businessman, I judged that your breasts were not the most suitable for this breast glass business."
"Why?!"
"Why? Because size isn't the only thing that matters. ...But then again, why do I even have to convince you?"
Now that I thought about it.
There was no reason to entertain them like this.
"I picked her because I felt like it. You can be unhappy with that decision, but coming here to demand an explanation is clearly crossing the line."
"How is this crossing the line? Ignoring all the judging results and deciding the winner solely on the Young Lord's whim—"
"If you don't like it, host your own contest."
This was the fundamental reason why their protest was so ridiculous.
"I held a contest with my own money, so why are you making a fuss? Did you contribute to the prize money?"
It was my money, my contest. Why did I have to deal with this from the Sirjosias?
"If it pisses you off that much, host a contest in Sirjosia. Since we already bared breasts over here, over there, you should..."
I always have to say what's on my mind to feel satisfied.
"Show your dick instead."
I had burned 500 million from my own allowance.
Half of the total prize money came out of my pocket.
"Wh-what...?!"
"Ah."
I pointed toward Irsenti's crotch.
"Or do you not even have a dick to show?"