Chapter 162: What the rabbit from the sky says (3)

As time passed and the sky began to tilt slightly westward…

By the time the atmosphere of the sports festival had reached its peak in the second half, there was only one person in the audience who was feeling bored.

That person was none other than Nelia.

“Yaaawn… Now that my adorable little ones have finished their turn… this is getting really boring.”

Leaning against the wall, she let out a big yawn.

To be honest, Nelia didn’t care at all whether the blue team or the white team won.

Her interest was solely focused on the performance of her two adorable granddaughters.

However, the events they participated in had all ended about ten minutes ago. There was no longer any reason for her to stay.

‘I only stuck around because watching the Demon Lord do a sexy dance was entertaining, but even that is starting to lose its charm…’

Muttering to herself, Nelia cast a glance toward the stage, where a performance was still in full swing.

It was already a little different from what she had expected.

What she had envisioned was the male-minded Demon Lord enduring overwhelming embarrassment while resolutely performing a dance.

But in reality, the Sion on stage didn’t seem the slightest bit ashamed.

Far from it—instead, she boldly took center stage, dancing with the most passion and provocation.

To an outsider, she could easily be mistaken for a bard-in-training.

‘Well, now that I think about it, she’s always been like this. If she decides something is necessary, she’ll go through with any ridiculous act without hesitation.

That’s exactly why she single-handedly carried out that insane plan to infiltrate the Hero’s party.’

She had no idea why Sion ended up in a bunny girl outfit this time, but she must have had her reasons.

Maybe she lost a bet or something—at least that would be a logical explanation.

Otherwise, there was no way she would willingly wear an outfit suited for a succubus or a submissive pet. No way, absolutely not.

‘Hmm, well, it’s not bad as it is now… but it’d be so much better with just a bit more embarrassment sprinkled in. It’s missing that crucial 2%.’

Licking her lips, Nelia watched Sion on stage.

When wearing such an embarrassing outfit, one must not be too brazen, nor too timid. The key is to balance those two emotions in just the right proportion.

“I have no choice but to do this,” while hints of hesitation show in their fingertips and expression—that is the ultimate golden ratio.

After all, when it comes to seduction, nothing works better than the innocent-yet-alluring act.

Nelia was the top authority in this field, so she knew best.

From her perspective, the one currently maintaining the ideal state was the blue-haired girl (Dorothy) standing beside Sion.

She was more or less managing to follow the choreography, but her sheer embarrassment was making her tremble so visibly that Nelia could feel it from where she stood.

It was so cute that she almost felt like pushing Dorothy over and teasing her with just two fingers.

At this rate, even considering the “Hero” title bonus, Sion would probably lose by a small margin. The difference in chest size was also quite significant.

As someone who was once a loyal subordinate of the Demon Lord, she couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

“Oh well… Guess I’ll lend a tiny bit of help for old times’ sake~♬“

A sly smile spread across Nelia’s lips as she gathered magic within herself.

A sharp red glow flickered in her eyes.

Meanwhile, on the stage—

-“Alright. I just came up with the perfect idea.”

As expected of a demon commander, Sion also wore a wicked grin, just like Nelia. Her gaze was locked onto the ground beneath Dorothy’s feet.

-“If direct magic doesn’t work on the body, then I just have to cast a spell on the outfit instead.

If I snap off that ridiculously high heel mid-jump, even she won’t be able to keep her balance when she lands!*”

The shoes they were wearing were high-heeled stilettos, commonly known as “high heels.”

Visually, it was obvious they weren’t ideal for dancing.

However, Charlotte had insisted that “Bunny girls and high heels go together like castella cake and milk!” so they had been chosen as the standard footwear.

Of course, to prevent the heels from snapping mid-performance, they had been reinforced to be twice as sturdy as regular ones.

But no matter how strong they were, they weren’t made of adamantine or mithril. There was no way they could withstand Sion’s telekinetic power.

With just a bit of focus and a slight application of force, the delicate heel would snap clean off.

And once Dorothy landed in that state, she would experience an entirely different footing—causing her to fall flat on her back.

That would not only ruin her performance but also keep her from rejoining the stage until she found a new pair of shoes.

A flawless plan.

-“Seriously? You still haven’t given up, Sion?”

-“Of course not! If I back down now, the past two weeks of effort will all be for nothing!

If I’m going to do something, I see it through to the end! ‘Giving up halfway’ does not exist in my vocabulary!”

-“Sigh…”

Letting out a deep sigh, Exia’s voice was filled with mixed emotions.

Whether it worked or not, Sion gathered her magical power and secretly took aim at Dorothy’s shoe heel. She planned to snap it completely during the next jump and send her flying to disrupt her dance.

Moments later, everyone leaped high into the air once again.

‘Alright, now!’

Sion immediately snapped her fingers, casting a spell toward the shoe heel with a confident smile, convinced that it had worked.

But at that very moment—

“!??!!!?!!!?!”

Sion’s hair stood on end as she spotted something beyond her target.

That all-too-familiar brown exoskeleton, six pairs of legs, and a hardened shell that seemed to embody all the evil in the world—

“AAAHHHH!!!! B!!!! IT’S A B!!!!”

Panicking, Sion instinctively hurled her telekinetic force at the cockroach. It was a completely reflexive action.

However, because she had switched targets so abruptly, her spell didn’t hit the cockroach directly.

Instead, it slightly missed and struck the floor beneath it.

As a result, rather than being obliterated, the cockroach was launched into the air like a missile.

And unfortunately, it landed right onto the body of one unlucky cheerleader.

More precisely—onto Dorothy.

“…Huh?”

Meanwhile, Dorothy, who had been focused on her dance, suddenly felt something strange on her shoulder.

She turned her head.

And when she saw the cockroach waving its antennae at her—her face instantly turned deathly pale.

Despite having lived for centuries, Dorothy’s mental age was still relatively young—about that of a teenage girl.

And as everyone knows, with very few exceptions, teenage girls despise cockroaches.

Let alone having one stuck to their body.

As expected, Dorothy’s mind immediately blanked out, and she erupted into sheer hysteria. A piercing scream burst from her throat.

“KYAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!! SOMEBODY GET IT OFF!!!”

“D-Dorothy?!”

Charlotte, who had been dancing beside her, turned in alarm.

Then she spotted the cockroach clinging to Dorothy’s body and her eyes went wide.

“W-What?! Why is there a cockroach—”

“GET IT OFF!!!!!!!”

“O-Okay! Hold on! Stop flailing your arms so much!”

Or maybe it was just her imagination, but every time Dorothy moved her arms, Charlotte felt a whoosh of air pressure.

It seemed like if she got hit by one of those swings, the impact would be enough to obliterate her on the spot.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte forced herself to suppress her disgust and reached toward the bug.

By now, all eyes—those of the other cheerleaders, the audience, and even the hero who had retreated behind a tree—were locked onto her.

Fueled by her responsibility as team captain, she stretched her hand toward the cockroach.

“Alright, got it—”

—WHOOSH!

“!?!”

But just as her fingers were about to touch it, the cockroach sensed danger and scurried away at lightning speed.

And, driven purely by instinct, it sought refuge in the kind of dark, damp, and narrow place it loved best.

Which, unfortunately, meant diving straight into Dorothy’s cleavage.

“!!?!?!?!? H-HIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAHHHH?!?!?!?!”

At that moment, Dorothy let out a shriek more beast-like than human and leaped into the air.

And before Charlotte could stop her—

She plunged her hand straight into her own chest and swung outward with all her might.

Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—her attack landed.

The cockroach was instantly sent flying, soaring far into the distance before smashing headfirst into the asphalt and perishing on impact.

Thus, the cockroach crisis was resolved.

But the problem was…

“Hhh… Hhhh… Hahh…?”

Dorothy, still panting heavily, suddenly felt an odd sense of emptiness. She looked down.

Now, let’s remember—Dorothy is a dragon.

Which means she possesses inhuman levels of strength.

How strong, you ask?

Let’s just say that if her arm happened to collide with a boulder, the rock would be reduced to fine dust.

And that same arm—was what she had just shoved into her own cleavage before swinging outward with full force.

Completely forgetting that in its path—was the chest piece of her bunny-girl leotard.

Naturally, there was no way a flimsy piece of fabric could withstand the force of a dragon’s strength.

And so…

“D-Dorothy…?”

Charlotte blinked in confusion.

The leotard, now ripped straight down the middle, had slipped off, obeying the call of gravity. And in its wake—

Dorothy’s soft, bouncy breasts were now fully exposed to the world, topped with two small, adorable cherry-colored tips.

“~!?!!!!!?!”

Dorothy, who had been deathly pale just moments ago, now turned bright red.

To make matters worse, everyone’s eyes had been glued to the stage thanks to the commotion with the cockroach.

Meaning that, at minimum, hundreds of people had just witnessed her completely topless.

Dorothy’s pupils narrowed into reptilian slits.

And then—

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her earth-shattering scream echoed through Anatolia, shaking buildings and rattling the very ground as if a massive earthquake had struck.

Meanwhile, watching all of this unfold from afar, Sion mumbled in a shaken voice:

“Wait… Hold on, this is… completely screwed, isn’t it?”

Her gaze was helplessly locked onto Dorothy’s magnificent F-cup breasts, now on full display.