Chapter 229: Fermaton Water Bomb (5)
Chapter 229: Fermaton Water Bomb (5)
"The day" had finally arrived.
It was the day of the first large-scale event held by Count Ruji Fermaton since his de facto inauguration.
Publicly known as the "Fermaton Waterbomb," the only requirement for the event was "clothes you don't mind getting wet."
Just what on earth were they doing that required getting wet?
And exactly which parts were supposed to get wet?
The general consensus among the people of Fermaton was that no amount of imagination could keep up with Ruji Fermaton’s ideas, so they simply decided to enjoy the festival as they had the last one.
Some set up street stalls.
Others sold festival merchandise.
Some sold disposable clothes that could be worn once and thrown away.
The mere fact that a festival was being held was enough to stimulate Fermaton’s economy.
If the festival turned out to be a disaster, everyone would be disappointed and close their wallets, but if it was a success, they were ready to spend every penny.
While merchants and commoners alike were eager to enjoy the festivities...
"It" finally made its appearance.
Thump, thump, thump.
A colossal palanquin carried by eight massive golems.
Rather than a palanquin, it looked more like a stage ripped straight out of a concert hall and hoisted up by the golems.
And the sculptures installed on that stage...
"Good heavens!"
They were something so lewd that even the people of Fermaton were struck with shock.
Naked humans were kneeling with their legs spread wide, their upper bodies leaning back slightly, and their hands cupping and squeezing their breasts from below.
And that was the most "wholesome" pose.
Some were standing, clutching their breasts from both sides; some were forming a heart shape over one breast with both hands; others had one arm draped over the opposite shoulder, putting their armpits on full display.
It was a veritable feast of sex appeal.
The sight possessed a level of indecency that even those who had tried to grow accustomed to Fermaton’s sexual culture bombs couldn't quite stomach.
"That’s not a public masturbation show, is it? What is that?!"
"Look closer! They’re not masturbating!"
"Then what is it?! Is a man supposed to come from behind and plow them?"
"Those aren't people!"
"...Huh?"
The people scrutinized the figures waiting in their suggestive poses.
Though they had looked away for a moment due to the sheer eroticism, upon closer inspection, the figures were frozen solid.
"Wait, are those..."
"Yeah. They’re stone. Statues. Like marble..."
"Did he cast a Petrified State curse on actual people?! Fermaton has finally crossed the line!"
"Are you blind? You think those are people? Don't be ridiculous! Where would you find people with such identical bodies?!"
Looking closely once more, the forty marble statues were indeed identical in every way.
Their faces, the size of their breasts, even the shape of the mounds below.
Regrettably, it seemed they couldn't fully expose the pussies, as the statues were wearing something akin to panties—though, depending on the pose, some marble statues had very distinct "cameltoes" visible.
"Oh, wow."
"Wait, isn't that Desmonica?"
"What? The number one top-selling porn star?"
One by one, people began to realize the identity of the statues.
The statues were none other than Desmonica, the actress responsible for the highest sales of Fermaton’s pornography videos.
She was decorating the stage in various poses.
Almost like... "extras."
And for good reason—the stage was built in a tiered, staircase structure.
The bottom tier featured the marble statues of Desmonica spread out to the left and right, with another level above them where people could be seen.
"Look, over there!"
Along with someone’s exclamation, the protagonist of the festival appeared.
"Citizens of Fermaton! Fair ladies and brave men who have gathered in the streets!"
Ruji Fermaton.
Wearing nothing but black sunglasses and a single pair of underwear, he stood at the very top of the three-tiered stage.
"Kyaaaaaah!!"
The women screamed.
No one knew if it was a scream of cheering, a scream of shock at seeing a well-built man’s naked body, or a scream of awe at the massive cock that the panties could barely contain.
"Everyone, thank you for coming out to enjoy today’s festival! I assume you all came prepared to get soaking wet!"
Ruji Fermaton held the Dark Jeanne chalice high in his hand.
Inside the Dark Jeanne was a transparent liquid, different from wine and different from Mana Milk.
"Before we start the swimsuit contest, let’s start by getting everyone drenched! Bam!"
As Ruji Fermaton raised the Dark Jeanne over his head and poured it out, the eyes of the Desmonica marble statues began to glow.
And then.
Pshhhhhhh!!
A massive amount of water began to spray from the breasts of the marble statues.
The people hit by the water spraying in all directions were startled at first, but they were soon dazed by the refreshing sensation, as if they were at a river or the sea.
However.
"Wo—Woooooo!!"
The people soon began to cheer toward the stage, regardless of whether their hair or clothes were getting soaked.
Bards carrying instruments climbed up around Ruji Fermaton. They weren't wearing their usual thick robes but were on stage in short-sleeved shirts and t-shirts.
"Fast tempo!"
Strum, strum, strum.
As if possessed, the bards began to play music at a speed entirely different from the lyrical songs they usually sang in taverns.
"Get wet!!"
As Ruji Fermaton thrust the empty Dark Jeanne chalice into the air, another group appeared on the upper level of the stage.
"Woooooooooo!!"
It was...
Forty different types of swimsuits.
Correction. It was Sea Elves wearing forty different types of swimsuits.
Each wearing a different swimsuit and an eye mask covering their forehead, eyes, and the bridge of their nose, the Sea Elves looked down at the humans with cold, yet fatal expressions.
"Waaaaaaaah!!"
"This is it, holy shit! Damn! I want to grab those Sea Elf tits and shake 'em like crazy!"
"I think my panties are getting wet right now!"
As the blue-haired elves, adorned with silver jewelry on their necks, wrists, and ankles, revealed themselves in nothing but swimsuits, all the men let out a collective roar of excitement.
"That—that one! That’s the swimsuit I designed!!"
"Wow, fuck. First Succubi, and now he’s controlling Sea Elves? Is Ruji Fermaton a Monster Tamer?"
Adventurers knew well how difficult it was to encounter the race known as Sea Elves.
They also knew that the moment one of them grabbed your ankle and dragged you into the sea, you would never come back up for air.
And yet, those very Sea Elves weren't showing hostility toward humans; they were posing like that?
"Ruji Fermaton... is he a god who commands female Demonkind?!"
From Succubi to Sea Elf Sirens.
The shock of Ruji Fermaton’s ability to specifically capture only the most fuckable female Demonkind was one thing, but...
"Dance, on!"
As soon as Ruji Fermaton clapped his hands, the bards began to play a new song, and the Sirens started to dance to the rhythm and beat.
It was intense.
Like the water pressure spraying from the Desmonica statues below, they began to perform a passionate and violent dance.
Swoosh!
Another stream of water erupted like a fountain from behind the Sirens, and a massive mass of magic power soared toward the sky.
Bang!!
A water bomb exploded.
Reminiscent of fireworks, magic power like an aurora exploded in the sky, embroidering it beautifully.
The Sirens danced accordingly, and the people began to enjoy the music, letting the water falling from the sky soak their bodies.
"Wait?"
And then, someone realized.
"Is this... mana...?"
Lick.
Thinking the taste of the water touching their body was strange, they felt the distinct, refreshing energy of mana.
"Don't tell me... did he pour Mana Potions into this? Is that it?"
Splash.
Water falling from the sky.
It was different from rain, yet it fell similarly, and the people began to go wild for the music and the "rain."
"Get soaked!!"
With his wet shirt clinging to his muscles, a blond Bunny Girl appeared beside Ruji Fermaton.
It was a leotard swimsuit made of a material similar to a swimsuit, different from the usual Bunny Girl outfit.
"Next song! Change the beat!"
As soon as the Bunny Girl appeared, Ruji Fermaton ordered a change in the music, and the bards immediately adjusted their posture and gripped the strings of their lutes again.
And then.
Accompanied by music as sticky as the sensation of wet clothes, the Count and the Knight Captain began to dance in the center of the stage.
That dance was something never seen in social circles—a dance so sultry and sticky.
"They—they aren't about to have sex, are they?"
"Surely they wouldn't have sex openly with this many people watching? They aren't crazy..."
"......."
Their lips almost touched, then pulled away.
Their hands were already caressing various parts of each other's bodies, dancing as if they were engaged in foreplay.
"Heh... haha..."
In the distance.
Those watching the festival all shook their heads in disbelief.
"If we wear swimsuits, can we grind like that too...?"
In an instant.
The men looked at each other, their mouths agape.
What if... the clothes getting hit by the rain down there were eventually replaced by "swimsuits"?
What if not just the men, but the women also came out to enjoy the music?
"......."
Could they grind against each other, just like Ruji Fermaton and Knight Captain Laura over there?
"...Damn, surely this isn't just a one-time thing, right?"
A festival like this—there absolutely had to be a next time.
Absolutely.
* * *
The wholesome and bright Sex Bomb—no, Fermaton Waterbomb—had ended.
And today.
I am facing what I originally planned for the sticky, erotic, 29-rated Waterbomb.
"I should have put the Sirens in front of people in exactly this pose. Don't you think?"
"W-well, for starters, that wasn't me, was it...?"
"Of course not."
I reached out toward Yurdias, who was right in front of me with her legs spread.
"You're the only one who can take it in this pose while being held up. Right?"
"Ngh..."
"Then, shall we..."
Lick.
"Shall we start plowing?"