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The Scion of the Labyrinth City

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Chapter 125: Best Boobies Contest (5)

The competition is on!

No matter if it was started by obsession for boobs, or for financial gain, or simply a moment of insanity, the first Permarten Boobie Contest has started.

How does one define the ‘best’ pair of breasts?

Is bigger always better?

Is it the bust-to-waist ratio?

Or how they feel in the hand?

Hey, how are you supposed to check how they feel? It’s based on how they look, obviously!

Look at the announcement! It says it’s all about appearance!

Indeed, only the appearance of the boobs will be considered in this contest.

“Ugh, apparently no nipples will be shown.”

That’s right, no nips. Naturally, no flashing either.

“It’s basically a swimsuit contest.”

Many were disappointed.

“Why doesn’t the Scion make the contestants take everything off?”

“Listen, this is a part of a future business the Scion is planning. He wants to make wine glasses out of beautiful tits. Think about it—wouldn’t you feel like shit if you didn’t win because you had no nips, despite having the most beautiful pair of tits?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like how you’d still be a virgin even if you had a ten-inch cock because you’re so fucking ugly.”

“Fuck you.”

The criteria for the contest is as follows:

Size, shape, and overall harmony.

“So nothing other than the tits matter?”

“Seems like it.”

“What about the face?”

“They're building a special booth which’ll cover their faces and lower halves.”

“Who’s the judge?”

Well, no one knows… yet.

The judges will be revealed today.

“She would’ve won for sure if she participated.”

Countess Jennis Permarten is present.

“What’s the Guild Master doing over there?”

Bernhardt, the Guild Master of the Adventurer’s Guild, is here.

“He’s here because this is a contest where you can see the best tits.”

“Who’s that granny?”

“Shh! That’s the Master of the Magic Tower! I bet she’ll look phenomenal if she takes it off—”

“Shut up!”

Barvas, the Arch Mage and Master of the Magic Tower, sat down in her seat.

These three are the judges of Permarten Best Boobie Contest.

“Good evening, people of Permarten and honoured guests. I, Sir Lambert Permarten, will host this contest.”

The Head of the Permarten Knights, Lambert, spoke with a magic megaphone in his hand.

“I swear upon the Gods above that I shall not let any personal bias affect me this day.”

Who would believe him, or any man, in this situation?

“I shall be as fair as possible.”

Upon closer inspection however, Sir Lambert’s disinterest resembled that of a man who is hosting a contest for best stack of hay. Everyone nodded in unison.

“Who’s the woman with the most beautiful breasts in Permarten? No, not just in Permarten, but this continent—in the world?”

He can’t bring himself to say ‘Best Boobies Contest’ because of how crass it sounds.

“The contest starts… Now!”

“Yeeeeaahhh!”

With the thundering roar of the crowd, the Best Boobies Contest finally began.

“For the first day of the competition, we have a very special guest judge!”

Sir Lambert’s voice somehow sounded brighter.

“We have our honoured guest, the Scion, Louie Permarten!”

The deafening roar of the crowd turned silent in an instant.

I knew this might happen, but really?!

Clack, clack.

The sound of my shoes cut through the silence.

Look at this man walking up on the stage, wearing only white from head to toe.

His blonde hair was the only exception to his all-white outfit.

It was cut short, making him stand out from the others.

He had the look of a cold, rich son of a noble.

Cold to the world, but warm and soft to his women.

That’s what I’m going for anyway.

His appearance was certainly befitting that of nobility, but only few in Permarten were unaware of his infamy.

“Testing, testing.”

The madman of Permarten, Louie Permarten, took the magic megaphone from Sir Lambert.

The crowd was terrified of what crazy thing the lunatic in white might say.

“Hey, you see that?”

“What?”

“There, on his inner thigh.”

“What do you— Holy shit!”

Behold.

“There’s a long sheath in his inner thigh!”

“Does he keep a dagger in there just in case he gets attacked?”

Clearly, hiding a dagger shows the behaviour of a man who knows how much wrong he’s done.

“What, is that really a scabbard?”

“What could that thick bulge that runs down half way down his thigh possibly be—”

“Ahem.”

Everyone's ears perked up at the sound of Louie Permarten’s voice.

“Titty Morning.”

Silence.

Shit! He’s as much of a lunatic as everyone made him out to be! What a vulgar way to start his speech!

“I welcome you all to my Best Boobie Contest. I'm going to cut to the chase—the winner of this tournament will win five million gold.”

He was so quick and to the point that no one was able to keep the silence any longer.

It was simply too much money to ignore.

“And not only will you have a wine glass named after you, you will also have the honour of doing business with Permarten.”

I held up a wine glass, displaying its elegant curves to all.

It was truly a work of art.

It was the kind of design that made you want to fill it to the brim with mana milk and suck it down.

“This shall tentatively be called ‘the Goddess' Drop’.”

When Louie Permarten reached to his side, the blonde bunny girl who had been waiting behind him stepped forward and poured champagne into the glass.

“Wow…”

Everyone saw her and realised where the name came from.

While Louie was holding ‘the Goddess' Drop’, she had two goddess’ drops on her.

“She is my knight, my goddess of victory, and my fiancée. Come forward if your breasts are more beautiful than hers. I have a special gift waiting for you, in addition to the prize money.”

I swiftly chugged the champagne.

“Haa…”

I lifted up the empty glass.

“Your breasts shall be made into… this.”

My hand was not holding the stem of the glass like normal, but groping the bowl instead.

“Watch.”

My fingers traced the curves of the glass, as if it was a woman’s breasts.

“Wow…!”

That’s when everyone realised that the real glass was the pair of Goddess’ Drops hidden under the bunny girl suit, and that the glass will change its shape to resemble the winner's ‘drops’.

“The final will be held ten days from today. There will be seven days of preliminaries, and three days of the finals. I urge every confident woman to participate! Permarten welcomes you all!”

Snap.

A woman stepped forward with the snap of Louie’s fingers.

“Whoa, is that her...?”

“That’s the Sword Maiden!”

Serika, in full knight's uniform and coat, stood beside Louie Permaten. She scanned the crowd without any expression on her face and slowly took her coat off.

“!!!”

Everyone could see her collarbones.

She appeared to be wearing a dress from her shoulder straps, although, on a second look, it seems too tight for a dress.

“Serika.”

“Yes, Scion.”

As soon as Louie Permarten called her name, Serika Valencia flicked back her half-buttoned coat, and…

“Wow!”

Wearing a swimsuit, she showed off her breasts in front of everyone.

Her beautiful breasts were suffocating under her coat.

“Swimsuit judging is the preliminary round. You don't have to wear swimsuit bottoms. You can wear whatever swimsuit top you want, but know that you will be viewed negatively if you show up in a swimsuit that does not follow the rules stated. That is all.”

Clap, clap.

I clapped my hands and lifted the wine glass high above my head.

“The contest is free to enter, and free to watch. But, the prize pool is ten million gold.”

Holy shit! Is this real?

“Let’s get the party started.”

“Let’s gooooo!’

As soon as Louie Permarten stepped off the stage, the week-long preliminary round began.

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At the same time, at the entrance to Permarten Castle.

A woman in black robes slowly approached the guards.

“Halt. What brings you here?”

“I've been told there’s a tournament.”

“Ah, I see.”

The guard nodded and pointed to a line.

“Stand over there.”

“There?”

“That's where the participants line up. Write down your personal information. You can write ‘competition entry’ as the reason for your visit.”

There were already at least fifty women in line.

“Tsk. The news has spread to Serjoshia, so the Serjoshian whores are here too.”

Leaving the guard’s complaint behind her, the woman removed her hood, relieving her black hair and golden eyes.

The irises of her cold, golden eyes were…

“There seems to be many more participants than what Amy told me.”

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