Love Feud (1)

“Ugh, ugh…”

“…Lily, are you okay?”

Ethan gently patted my back as I retched upon seeing the face of a real slut for the first time.

‘My head’s spinning. I should’ve just averted my gaze the moment I saw her face.’

No matter how much my body had changed into a woman’s, it seemed some innate traits just wouldn’t change.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but reflect on my past self from my previous life who had caused chaos on Lua Gallery by calling Lilith a slut. While her status as a main heroine who wasn’t a virgin had triggered my unicorn senses, facing her in person made me realize Ivelin was far more disgusting.

“It’s understandable to be nervous. Are you feeling okay? Should I get you some water?”

“…No. I felt a bit queasy for a moment, but I’m fine now.”

Just breathing the same air nearly made me vomit stomach acid, but somehow managing to hold it back made me feel proud of myself.

Fortunately, Ethan thought my reaction was due to nerves about the upcoming battle with Machart, which was a relief. If he had asked for the real reason, I wouldn’t have had any excuse.

Still, in exchange for my nausea, I’d confirmed that Machart would be attending today’s noble gathering, so now all that was left was to wait patiently.

As people began to gather, I gradually reduced my conversation with Ethan and deliberately created an awkward atmosphere. Machart hadn’t appeared yet, but I needed to lay the groundwork for deceiving him later.

While spending time alone with Ethan in a corner of the banquet hall, the other members of our plan began to arrive one by one as scheduled.

“Agnes, is it uncomfortable walking in sync? Should I slow down a bit?”

“…Don’t treat me like a child.”

“Your dress is pretty. It’s different from what you usually wear, isn’t it?”

“…I didn’t wear it for you. Mind your own business.”

Agnes, who had surprisingly appeared in a flowing dress, and the hero Gyeotmwa Josyegigot walking beside her, matching her short strides.

“……”

“Miss, if you don’t mind, would you dance with me when the banquet begins…?”

“Ah, ah, no…! I-I have a dance allergy…!!”

“Huh?”

Celista, who had to keep her attendance at such events a secret, arrived wearing an eye mask (which made her stand out even more).

Due to the unexpected variable of Agnes not receiving an invitation, Celista had to attend alone, and she looked pitiful in many ways. True to her timid nature, she usually stuck close to Gyeotmwa Josyegigot at such events, never leaving his side, but now she looked like a hamster thrown into a snake pit.

I did feel a bit guilty. But Celista’s presence was essential for this operation, so it couldn’t be helped.

Still, once this was over, I’d make her a real saintess, which would be a decent apology and reward for the fake saintess Celista.

Lastly, the slut Ivelin, who had left earlier and returned after about 30 minutes. By now, everyone who needed to be here had arrived except Machart.

After a brief greeting from the anonymous host, the gathering began. About ten minutes in, a man entered the hall amidst a sudden buzz of voices.

…Naturally, he was leading a dozen women behind him.

“Have you been well, Prince Machart?”

“Yes, I’ve been well. I apologize if my memory fails me, but are you the daughter of the Verco family?”

“My father is a count, not a baron… but I’m honored you remember me at all!”

“I’m glad I got half of it right. Do you have plans for tonight? The time we spent together last time was quite memorable. If you’d do what you did then again, I’ll call for you tonight.”

“R-really?! I’d be honored, Prince Machart!”

“I-I’d do anything for you, Prince Machart! Please, grant me the honor too…”

“Me too, Prince Machart!”

“Today’s my safe day…”

…It would be better for my mental health not to look in that direction for a while.

With Machart’s arrival, the concentration of non-virgins skyrocketed, making my stomach churn again. But having been vaccinated by Ivelin, I could manage it somewhat.

As Machart appeared, the hero and Agnes began to signal their readiness for the operation, so I subtly communicated with them through eye blinks.

…Now, the operation begins.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Once Machart entered the imperial palace, Ethan began executing the plan as I had instructed.

The plan was to ignore me and deliberately shift his gaze to other noble ladies.

Since Ethan and I appeared too close for Machart to make a move, we needed to create a visible conflict. The more obvious, the better.

Following my suggestion that focusing on women with revealing outfits would be more effective, Ethan fixed his gaze on a woman who was practically exposing half her chest, making his intentions seem lecherous to anyone watching.

…Well, Ethan knew my chest was still bigger, even if she was flaunting hers.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, Ed.”

“…Sure, Lily.”

As Ethan’s gaze made the lady think he was flirting with her, I deliberately left a slight opening. To spark a love feud, we needed to show some vulnerability.

After fetching two glasses from the drink bar, I returned to find a pitiful victim had taken my seat, chatting happily with Ethan as if she were his fiancée.

“I never thought the Blackwood Prince would be such a lecherous person.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you staring earlier. If you keep ogling someone’s chest like that, they’ll feel it.”

“……”

“Does your partner not let you touch hers? Or are you just getting tired of those uselessly large breasts?”

The nameless noblewoman, oblivious to my approach behind her, continued her excited conversation with Ethan, who maintained his composure as best he could.

“I’m sorry to compare, but I don’t see how your body is better than Lily’s in any way.”

“You’re making me spell it out? Fine.”

“If you’re so confident, why don’t you explain?”

“First of all, your fiancée’s breasts are pointlessly huge, aren’t they? Those kinds of breasts are only good for looking at-they’re no fun to touch~.”

What nonsense. Any healthy young man would agree that bigger breasts are better-90% of them, at least.

Sure, there are guys with extreme preferences like Agnes’s petite frame, but they’re exceptions that shouldn’t count in the statistics.

Among men who like larger breasts, the general consensus is the bigger, the better. Since I was one of them in my past life, I know this for a fact.

“They just sag without any bounce, and when you squeeze them, there’s no satisfying feel. What’s so great about that? In contrast, mine are just the right size-firm and fun to touch. And I don’t have to worry about them sagging with age.”

Magic solves all that in this world, you idiot. Breasts don’t sag with age here. I should just smash this glass into her filthy mouth…

‘No, no…’

Come to think of it, there’s no reason to get worked up over this. I almost lost my cool over something trivial.

This woman was just a pitiful noble who didn’t realize Ethan and I were setting her up to lure out someone like her.

In a way, she was even helping with my Machart subjugation plan, so there was no reason to get angry at her.

This wasn’t enough for me to intervene and start a fight yet. I’d wait a bit longer, then step in at the right moment to argue with Ethan.

“And another thing-big breasts have duller sensitivity. A quiet woman in bed isn’t attractive at all, don’t you think, Blackwood Prince?”

“…Is that so? I wouldn’t know. Lily’s reactions are anything but dull.”

“That’s all acting, acting. How could someone with breasts that big feel anything? She probably wouldn’t even notice if a mouse crawled between them!”

Wrong. I feel everything intensely. My body is far more sensitive than you imagine.

Every time Ethan touches my breasts, I feel it. Listening to her spout nonsense like this is infuriating.

The nameless noblewoman, who dressed like a prostitute with half her chest exposed, continued to belittle me while promoting herself to Ethan.

…At some point, she crossed a line without even realizing it.

“If you don’t believe me, why don’t we compare?”

“…Compare?”

“You came here with your fiancée today, didn’t you? That means she’d do anything you ask, right? So just say it outright-tonight, you want to have both me and your fiancée in bed.”

“…That’s absurd…”

“You’ll see for yourself then. Whose body is more lewd and attractive, who’s faking their moans. After that, you can choose, Prince Blackwood.”

“……”

“First, how about we start here? You’ve kissed your fiancée before, right? Why not compare whose lips are softer right now-“

-Splash.

“…L-Lily?”

As she leaned in with her pig-like snout toward Ethan’s face, I poured the liquid from my glass onto her head.

“Get your greasy pig snout away from Ed, you bitch.”