episode_0111

About 10 years ago.

There were two girls called the flowers of the kingdom.

First, there’s me.

A weed in a greenhouse, an ugly duckling, a little shit.

A black-haired, cute young girl so small you wouldn’t believe she’s of the Naifrantz bloodline.

Narita Flora Naifrantz.

The only flaw this multi-talented all-rounder possessed was that she knew she was amazing.

Furthermore, she was the long-awaited daughter of the legitimate queen, born after a decade. Royal officials from that time testify that she felt like a savior, ending the long-standing struggle for legitimacy without a legitimate queen.

I received everyone’s attention, and my nose only grew higher each day.

“You there! You just touched me!” “H-hiik- Your Highness, Princess Narita…!! I’m so sorry…!!” “Huh…? I can’t hear you— I said sorry!!”

My ego soared to the heavens, and only sang the Narita Requiem… Eventually, I seemed to be temporarily removed from the succession struggle, stripped of all power and battered by conspiracy theories.

Meanwhile.

Just as there are flowers that bloom in greenhouses, there are flowers that bloom in mud.

The second was the only girl who could have a friend-not-friend relationship with me, who was so perfect(?).

Having lost her parents and immigrated from the Holy Kingdom, she entered the temple and started a new life, recognized for her origins and beauty. And after blossoming with unexpected talent, she became known as a saint.

Tier Aither.

She inherited her surname from the temple, and all she had were two sets of robes and a small wooden cross. But she had a weapon comparable to the then highly valued Princess Narita.

That is… beauty that rivals the princess, and an incongruously well-developed figure for her age.

Commonly, the rumor circulated that a fallen angel, as punishment, had her wings torn off and fell to the lower world. Her purple hair and eyes made the absurd story seem all the more real.

Her light attribute magic skills were also outstanding, but there wasn’t a specific reason why Tier was revered as a saint.

“The reason people adore you… is because of those monstrous boobs, you saintly woman—!!” “I can’t hear what an ugly person says~”

Every time we met, we snarled and argued.

When I invited Tier to the royal palace, I had the chef prepare a mountain of her hated bell peppers. When I was invited to the temple, she practically stripped me naked to get donations.

Is this the level of princess-saint fighting really true? My chest feels so constricted…

Well, that’s a story of the past.

Tier’s true heyday began after I shut myself in my room.

The Aither Temple, having monopolized the idol market with the downfall of its competitors, experienced a boom, performing a miracle like the feeding of the five thousand. They say that even after feeding all the priests gold coins, there were twelve baskets left over.

Now, expanding their influence to other countries, having resolved all their bad blood with the Holy Kingdom, Saint Tier boasts worldwide recognition.

Anyway… the last image I have of her truly shone.

Beautiful, big breasts, a nice voice, skilled in magic… Honestly, to say that her influence had nothing to do with me leaving my room and seeking revenge on the world would be a lie.

It’s not something as grand as a life goal, but I can consider her as a modest role model? Except for her personality, she was a fine woman.

“Tier… your… your breasts…!!” “What about my breasts?”

My reunion with her, now flat-chested, was disastrous.

***

Tier had one misconception.

Putting aside the painful stories of the past that she can now laugh about, let’s just list the main points.

This is roughly the summary—

A superb physique stimulates physical pleasure and desire. Pleasure and desire are unholy.

Therefore, she, who possessed such large breasts that all male believers couldn’t take their eyes off her and secretly clutched their crotches, Is an unholy apostate who has turned her back on God’s will.

In short, Tier’s enormous breasts were her biggest complex.

For a priestess forbidden from sharing love with anyone other than God, her breasts were nothing more than useless lumps of flesh.

How heavy they were. She had suffered from back pain since childhood. Every time she looked in the mirror, she would fall into self-loathing.

The problem was also external.

She hated them so much, yet plenty of people loved them. It didn’t take her long to realize that men were nothing but beasts who went wild at the sight of breasts.

Seeing the way the believers who came for confession would leave even more excited after seeing Tier’s chest, Even without any sex education, it was odd if you couldn’t figure out what the problem was.

And like all humans, puberty came to her. Unable to overcome the overflowing sexual curiosity and instinctive desires of that age, Tier succumbed to pleasure.

Even she was surprised. Until now, she had firmly believed that as long as she had fervent faith, she could overcome it, since only her body was unholy. She had crossed the line with her own hands.

After that sticky night, spent exploring her body with her fingers while drenched in pleasure, all that remained for Tier was self-loathing.

So, she prayed.

“Goddess of Light… please forgive me for my unholy act…!!”

And she begged.

“Protect me from the whispers of evil spirits…!!”

Wishing with clasped hands that her breasts would shrink, the next morning.

Her breasts were a little smaller.

***

“That’s how I’ve obtained this pure body through repeated prayer.”

Bullshit. Complete and utter bullcrap.

It wasn’t the right thing to say to someone who seemed genuinely happy, but. With my acquired [All-Sensing], I can see everything.

Tier’s breasts hadn’t shrunk due to divine miracle answering her prayers, but Simply a type of magic she unconsciously activated.

I’ve heard of this a few times. Users of light or dark attribute mana can sometimes understand and activate magical structures instinctively, driven by their strong desires, without learning specific incantations.

In short, it’s having your thoughts become reality.

But Tier would never think that way. Her mind is saturated with faith. However… I was still not satisfied.

“Tier… are you really okay with this?” “Hee hee- Of course I am. I’m so happy.”

I can see it. Tier’s magic is flawed.

It’s magic only activated to try to suppress her shameful and uncomfortable chest. Rather than completely reducing the size of her breasts through a special method, it’s almost like a compression bandage, with the light mana enveloping her upper body constantly crushing her breasts.

This might cause physical problems for her.

“Hey, haven’t you had anything bad happen recently? Like, difficulty breathing?” “Uh… hmm… not really…” “There was.”

This girl definitely knows. She knows and still refuses to accept the truth because believing a lie is just so sweet.

This won’t do.

“You know, right? That’s seriously wrong.” “…I don’t want to hear it. This feeling of being free from my unholy body, this overflowing euphoria…! You’ll never understand.”

…Damn it. It’s come to this.

I reached for her washboard abs.

“…What are you doing?” “Stay still. I’ll undo that ridiculous miracle right now.” “…! Even for you, that’s definitely impossible…!”

Though she said that, as if afraid of waking up from a dream, she shrunk her upper body.

Grin- [Dispel]-!

I grabbed the light mana that enveloped Tier and roughly tangled it. That was my intention, but.

“…Why isn’t it working?” “O-of course it won’t work…! This is God’s miracle that granted my prayer…”

Whew… my patience has really run out.

Seeing her gritting her teeth and insisting it’s the effect of her prayers even after all this, Even keeping an erection was becoming difficult.

I decided to play along.

“So… if the effect of the prayer wears off, it’ll return to normal?” “There’s no way the effect will—” “It was a prayer you made, promising to stop doing unholy things. So…”

Then, doing unholy things will work, won’t it?

Swish- I lifted her skirt and revealed my penis.

“Saint… I, with my unholy body, have come for confession.”