Dictatorship of the Labyrinth City 227

Chapter 227 – Permaten Water Bomb (3)

Although I was a little distracted by the sea elves and my ascension to the earldom, the project I had been working hard on was also progressing steadily.

Swimsuit contest.

Using the swimsuits I put on Laura and Serica as samples, many people used their imaginations and submitted swimsuit designs.

The number of contest entries is approximately 1,000.

We succeeded in securing a large number of swimsuit designs, ranging from slightly crude and rough to quite detailed drawings.

At least a draft that can be ‘commercialized’.

“Knights, all seated.”

I sat down at the head of the table, then gathered all the knights and made them sit left and right.

“I need to seriously consider it. I have to choose a swimsuit thinking that it is something that I and my colleague next to me will wear.”

Laura on the left, and Janice on the right.

Since then, members of the Knights Templar have been occupying their seats.

“100 pieces for each person. After the first check is completed, pass 100 sheets to the next person and check again. After the check is completed, stamp the swimsuit design you like.”

What lies before us is a large pile of parchment.

And a small seal placed in front of each person.

“Don’t think it’s strange if it has someone else’s stamp on it. Ultimately, we have to see all 1,000 photos, and there will be no need to argue about who stamped more and who stamped less.”

Instead of the red ink, each person had a seal similar to their hair color, eye color, or other unique color, and we set out to prepare.

“It might take some time, so let’s check it out slowly.”

I wonder what I’m doing without eating at the table, but this is the point of this swimsuit contest.

“From now on, each person will check 100 sheets of parchment, and if there is a swimsuit that they want to wear, or have sex with, or that they think will sell well, they will stamp it one by one.”

Everyone put their stamp on my suggestion.

“Let’s begin, Nero. Turn over the hourglass.”

“I understand.”

Click.

As soon as Nero turned over the 30-minute hourglass, we all looked at the swimsuit design.

Hold, hold.

There are people who put their stamp on it from the beginning and judge it generously, and there are also people who, from a fairly conservative perspective, pass it on if they think it’s too pornographic.

“Celica. Does this swimsuit look very sexy?”

“Yurdi, it looks less sexy than the swimsuit I’m wearing… Wait, why is it like this in the back?”

“That’s right.”

“This is a bit harsh… It’s not like a swimsuit made just for anal play. What’s the strap on the back? It’s a strap. When it’s my turn, I’ll just hand it over without even looking.”

As each person has different tendencies, the standards for judging swimsuits are different.

I also flipped through the parchment and checked numerous drafts.

‘I can’t believe this was filtered out once.’

I flipped through the parchment, stamping some swimsuits with bad designs.

I really couldn’t believe that all these papers on the table were actually drafts that had been filtered, that is, inspected by succubi once.

‘Everyone is more serious about their swimsuits than I thought.’

Swimsuits are exclusive to nobles.

Perhaps because their ears pricked up at the idea that I could rent or buy such swimsuits with cheap Luge Coins, more people than I expected were racking their brains to design swimsuits.

The belief that what belongs to a noble family can become mine.

The joy of being able to wear the clothes of a nobleman.

At the root of this lies the sexual desire to ‘see women with pretty bodies in underwear-like swimsuits.’

Thanks to that, I am currently doing well in painting.

“Oh.”

There were so many different designs that I wondered if this could really be the case.

Swimsuits that I would never be able to wear on my girl, but would like to try on another girl.

‘Everyone knows these swimsuits.’

Most of them were swimsuits designed to sell characters in gacha games, which were significantly different from modern 3D swimsuits.

A plain black bikini.

A white swimsuit with frills underneath.

Did you see Celica’s swimsuit? It looked similar to Celica’s.

A swimsuit with different colors on the left and right.

A regular bikini with a pattern.

It’s not a swimsuit, but it has ‘waterproof’ written crudely on the side, and even a dress disguised as a swimsuit based on that.

When I said it was a swimsuit, there was even a swimsuit that only had nipple patches and a vagina cover that you would see in a station bunny.

“This is amazing.”

A picture resembling an incredibly funny picture appeared, making me wonder if I might be announcing the beginning of Twaiter or Twaiter.

Bang!

As soon as I made a strong stamp, Laura and Janice’s eyes turned to me.

“Why?”

“Wow, it’s a fairly detailed drawing. The pose seems a bit extreme…?”

“It seems like I’ve been drawing a sexy picture rather than a swimsuit, but it’s pretty good. If I hadn’t been around women, I would have kicked myself just by looking at this picture.”

“…”

When I told the truth, everyone’s expressions became a little uncomfortable.

“Why? What?”

“Are you telling me you’re masturbating while we’re here?”

“What? No. I assumed it would be without you guys.”

“Thank goodness. I…What should I say? I thought you got an erection when I saw a woman with eyes as big as a demon.”

“Huh.”

A chill went down my spine.

‘Is this what people in the pretty girl gacha collection game world would say?’

No matter how much reality correction was done from 2D to 3D, these people here were all pretty girls with Japanese anime style.

“My lord. Do you like swimsuits, or do you like people with eyes like that?”

“Of course, swimsuits are my favorite.”

Even though it was annoying, I feigned composure and stamped it.

Regardless of the drawing style, the swimsuit definitely had an ugly design.

“Asty. What should I do with the drawing of the pussy mound?”

“Take pictures as you wish. …Wait, isn’t this body painting and not clothes?”

“It’s not clothes…?”

In many ways, everyone is both amazed and shocked by the human imagination, but among these, only 40 swimsuits advance to the finals.

“I should put up a picture of the swimsuits that are in the top 40 this time, as a sampling to make something like this the next time we hold a swimsuit contest.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to give a prize for that?”

“You can give it to me. Just give me some luge coins and gold and buy the copyright.”

Fortunately, the concept of copyright exists in this world.

All of these swimsuit designs are things I can think of, but sometimes there are designs that remind me, ‘Oh, there was something like this too.’

In other words, this can be said to be a kind of ‘outsourcing’.

Through the swimsuit design contest, we only need to select 40 designs that are suitable to be made into products without having to worry about it.

– No, this is not from my head! Making money with this is like a lawsuit!

-You should have read the terms and conditions carefully. Didn’t you write a contract?

-Oh my…!

Later, I plan to write a contract and buy the copyright for the items that make it to the finals of the contest.

What if there is no such process?

-Luge Permaten, that evil lord stole my idea! Please punish me…!

-What! You steal the backbone of good Young Ji-min, you villainous Lord! I will not forgive! It’s territory warfare!

Crazy people like that may appear.

Of course, they may be talking crazy on the outside and carrying out all kinds of political maneuvers behind the scenes.

“You just have to choose the worst design possible… Huh?”

The moment I flipped through the parchment, I noticed a strange design.

“Nero.”

“…Yes.”

Nero, who was standing behind me, cautiously approached me.

“I think this needs explaining.”

I pointed to the swimsuit design with Nero’s name on it.

“Didn’t I say that a swimsuit isn’t something that covers the entire body?”

“So I wanted to expose my arms and legs.”

“Huh.”

This is just short sleeves and shorts.

The words were up to my chin, but I couldn’t say anything easily.

“This is…!”

When I saw a design in the corner of the parchment, my hands and feet started shaking.

“Why are you doing that?”

“…Nero. As expected, you are a perfect maid.”

I held the seal as if fascinated.

“Look at this. People have to think and try again. After making one for the first time and having it rejected, they end up creating such beautiful and well-designed swimsuits.”

“What is it, my lord?”

“God’s miracle.”

Laura’s expression hardened for a moment.

As I held up the parchment as if praising some god, the other knights glanced at me one by one and seemed curious about the number one pick I had chosen.

“Personally, I want to create this separately. No, I will definitely create it. Even if I don’t advance to the finals, I will definitely create this.”

“A product has already been created. “What will you name it?”

“…Siren pants.”

Originally they should have been called ‘dolphin pants’, but now they will be called siren pants.

I gave it that name, and those who wear these clothes will become Sirens.

Wouldn’t it be a true parade with 40 sirens wearing different swimsuits and walking through the square?

An event where water is sprinkled on people at the same time.

Preparations for Permaten Water Bomb are progressing steadily.

Ah.

Where did 2 of the 42 people go?

That’s right…