Chapter 125 – World’s Best Tits Showdown (5)
Competition begins!
Whether it was started by someone’s crazy idea.
Or maybe there was some reason why this conversation was held.
Or maybe it’s a competition where people who smell the money are willing to invest money because something profitable happens.
Wow!
Geary, the 1st Permaten Cup Miyu Selection Contest has begun.
Beautiful breasts!
A contest to select the most beautiful breasts in the world.
If you had to choose a beautiful woman, it would be different for each person, but basically everyone would choose a ‘pretty’ woman.
But what about Miyu?
What kind of breasts are beautiful breasts?
Big breasts?
Or the ratio with the hips?
Or is it the sense of touch?
-Hey! How do you check the feel at the competition? Just checking what you can see!
-I guess so?
-Look at the announcement! They say you understand only by form!
First of all, they said that in this competition, only ‘form’ is understood.
Since it was a breast contest aimed at adults, there were various standards, and the standards were closely examined whether one wanted to participate in the contest or not.
“Ah. I don’t really watch it.”
The top is not shown.
There was no direct milking, and there was no disclosure of it to everyone.
“This is just a swimsuit contest.”
Many people were a little disappointed.
“Then shouldn’t I just take off the bottom?”
“No. This is Youngju So’s business to make cups with beautiful breasts. Hey, think about it. You have amazing breasts, but you couldn’t win because your hips is 1-shaped. Wouldn’t that be unfair?”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s the same thing as saying that even if you have an 18cm dick, you’re a virgin because you’re so fucking ugly.”
“This bastard…”
Now that we know what is being reviewed.
Now everyone is starting to be curious about the screening criteria.
Judging criteria.
Size.
Form.
Appearance.
Balance.
“So you only look at breasts?”
“I think so?”
“What about the face?”
“They say they are building a special booth that covers the face and lower body.”
“Indeed… Then who is doing the judging?”
No one knows.
Who on earth will do the review?
And today.
Finally, the people doing the judging showed up.
“Wow. You’re the winner.”
“…If I had come out, I would have definitely won. Wow.”
Zenith Permaten.
Countess Permaten.
“Why is the guild leader over there?”
“It came out because it was a contest to look at women’s breasts. Tsk. Just to be eye candy.”
Bernhard.
Adventurer’s Guild Guild Leader.
“Then who is that old lady?”
“Shh. Magic tower lord. Be careful. And if that old lady takes off too, it’ll be awesome-“
“Shut up!”
Barbas.
The owner and archmage of the magic tower (Arch Mage).
Above, 3 people.
The judging team included Zenith Permaten, the organizer of the operation, Bernhard, the head of the Adventurer’s Guild, and Barbas, the owner of the Magic Tower.
And.
“Hello, audience. And guests who graced the occasion. I, Lambert Permaten, will be in charge of hosting the competition.”
A man holding a magic tool for voice amplification in his hand, Lambert, leader of the Permaten Knights, stood on the podium with a fair look on his face.
“I, Lambert, swear to God here. I promise that I will not proceed out of selfish interest under any circumstances.”
Who can believe what a man says?
“We will show you a process that is more truthful and fair than anyone else.”
Lambert’s attitude and expression in his suit looked like he was the host of a dairy cow contest, and everyone appreciated heavily.
“Who will have the most beautiful breasts in Permaten? No, who will be the woman with the most beautiful breasts not only in Permaten, but on this continent, in the world!”
The reason we can’t even call it the world’s best tit competition is probably because of the inexplicable vulgarity that comes from the word.
“From now on! The world’s best beauty contest begins! Let’s begin!!”
Wow!
Amongst the shouts and cheers of countless spectators, the best beauty competition in the world.
“Today is the first day of the competition! Who will be the women who will be on the judging panel today? We have a very special judge today!”
Lambert’s voice brightened slightly.
“Lord Rouge Permaten will give a greeting!!”
Static.
Everyone was silent.
I expected it, but it couldn’t be real.
No one expected that to appear from day one.
That man.
The actual owner of Fermaten.
“Luge Permaton…!”
Jerk. Jeopuk.
Look at the man coming up to the podium.
White shoes.
White suit pants.
Even the coat worn as an overcoat is white.
The only other color revealed to him is his golden hair.
He even had short hair that was significantly different from the others.
It looked a bit comical, as if he had a mustache on his forehead, but with his cool face, he looked different from other nobles.
A noble and cold nobleman.
But a man who is warm to my woman.
When he appeared in a suit at an official event, he clearly looked like a ‘noble man’, but there were few people in Fermatten who did not know his notoriety and evil deeds.
“Ah.”
No one else, but the bastard Rouge Permaton grabbed the loudspeaker for voice amplification.
The audience was afraid of what that crazy man would say.
“Hey, do you see that?”
“What?”
“There, inside the thigh.”
“I can see something…Hee!”
Look.
A long sheath extending on the inside of the thigh.
“Wow, are you wearing your sword there for fear of being assassinated?”
She has a dagger hidden inside her thigh in preparation for an unexpected situation, and is trying to deal with a memorization that may come at any time and from anywhere.
An appearance like that would be proof that he usually commits evil deeds and is afraid of being revenged for those evil deeds.
“What? It’s not a sheath for a dagger?”
“Then that thick lump that goes down to the middle of my calf is-“
“Ah. Everyone.”
Everyone’s ears perked up at the low voice of Rouge Permaten.
“Wet morning.”
…
Look!
This idiot.
“They say it’s a milky festival, but it’s still a festival. We sincerely welcome everyone here.”
Starting the opening speech with a vulgar word, speech that does not feel like the dignity of an aristocrat at all.
“I will quickly and consistently get to the point. The winner of this competition will receive a prize of 5 million gold.”
Everyone started muttering because the main topic was too fast and the vulgar words were used.
It was an amount too large to be considered frivolous.
“And you will have the honor of creating a glass named after yourself and conducting business with Permaten.”
Rouge Permaten held up a glass.
“Oh, oh…!”
It was such a beautiful curve.
It was a glass that would not be strange to say it was a work of art.
It was a design that made you want to fill it with Manamilk right away and suck it down.
“This is a temporary name, ‘Droplets of the Goddess.'”
As Rouge Permaton stretched out her hand her to her side her her her, the blonde bunny girl who had been waiting behind her stepped forward and filled a glass with champagne.
“Oh, oh…”
Everyone saw it.
The appearance of that bunny girl.
Where did the name ‘Goddess’ Water Drops’ come from?
Luge was holding a glass.
The bunny girl had two water drops from the goddess, no, she was holding them.
“My knight, my goddess of victory, my fiancé. If she has more beautiful breasts than this woman, then she comes out proudly. I will give her a special gift in addition to the prize money.”
Rouge Permaten swallowed the champagne in the glass.
One sip.
Not this, one shot.
“Whoa.”
Rouge Permaten, who had downed the champagne in one go, picked up the empty glass.
“It will be made into a cup like this.”
The shape of her hand was not the usual one holding a wine glass, but the entire wine glass.
“Look.”
Pout.
Rouge’s fingers move along the curve of the glass.
Like.
As if she were clutching a woman’s breast.
“Ah… !”
Everyone knew.
That glass is actually a flowing drop of water hidden under the bunny girl’s black clothes.
And the shape of that glass will change to that of the ‘winner’.
“The finals are 10 days from today! 7 days for the preliminaries, 3 days for the finals! Any woman with confidence can participate! Any challenge is welcome at Fermaten!”
Just.
Rouge Permaton snapped her fingers, and a woman stepped forward from behind her.
“Seo, could it be that woman…” ” ?”
“Sword Maiden!”
Celica, a silver-haired female swordsman wearing a knight’s uniform and coat, stood next to Rouge Permaton.
She slowly took off her coat, scanning her audience with her expressionless face.
Like the touch of a virgin who is shy but gives her courage, she slowly throws her coat behind her shoulder.
“!!”
Her collarbone was exposed.
The straps of the dress appeared, as if she was not wearing anything.
However, for a dress strap, the design seemed to cling a little to the body.
“Cerica.”
“…Yes.”
When Rouge Permaton called her her name her her, Cerica Valencia flipped open her her half-buttoned coat her her her.
And.
“Wow…”
In front of everyone, she proudly exposed her breasts.
Her breasts wearing a black swimsuit.
Beautiful breasts hidden under the coat.
“The preliminaries are like this. Swimsuit judging. You don’t have to wear the lower half of your body. The design of the swimsuit is free. But just know that if you wear a swimsuit other than the regulations, it will have a negative impact on the judging. That’s it.”
Clap clap clap.
Rouge Permaten clapped her hands and raised her wine glass high.
“Participation fee is free. Viewing fee is also… Free. Total prize money, 10 million gold.”
“Oh, oh…!”
“Let the festival begin.”
Wow!!
At the same time as Rouge Permaten came down from the platform with the women.
“Then now! Let’s start the judging! The first participant, the Adventurer’s Guild receptionist!”
The preliminary round, which will last for a week, has begun.
* * *
That time.
Entrance to Fermatten Castle.
A woman dressed in black robes slowly approached her guard
“Stop. “What purpose did you come here?”
“I came because I heard there was a competition.”
“Oh, is that why?”
The guard nodded her head and pointed to another row.
“Stand over there.”
“If it’s over there…”
“There’s a long line of women over there. Record your personal information and write ‘participation in the competition’ as the purpose of your visit.”
The line pointed to by the guard already had over 50 women waiting in a long line.
“Tsk. The news has spread all the way to Sirzosia, and prostitutes are coming…”
Leaving the guard’s muttering behind her, the woman took off her hood.
Sarak.
Black hair and blonde eyes.
The golden eyes of a woman with a somewhat cold impression.
“…Based on what Amy said, it seems like there is quite a lot of participation.”
Vertically.
It was torn long.
