Chapter 63: The Great Chest Competition Battle (CCB).
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When it came to anything involving Kihara, Hestia never backed down. She was extremely confident in her own figure. She had seen Tatsumaki before — while her chest wasn't completely flat like a steel plate with screws, it was still only lemon-sized at best.
Now it had suddenly ballooned to the exaggerated size of papayas. There had to be something suspicious going on.
My pure, natural assets can't possibly lose to your technological or magical cheating!
Hestia puffed out her chest and walked straight up to Tatsumaki. She lifted her own equally impressive pair of white rabbits and responded with equal momentum, "Fine, let's compete! I'm not scared of you at all!"
The other girls, having been thoroughly influenced by Kihara over time, didn't try to stop the fight. Instead, they instinctively made space, grabbed drinks and snacks, and settled in to watch the show.
Shinobu, true to her role as a chaos lover, went straight to the kitchen, dragged Kihara out by the collar while he was still holding a spatula, and pushed him right between Hestia and Tatsumaki.
"Stop cooking! Hurry up and let these two fight it out!"
"What fight… Holy shit!? Tatsumaki, what happened to your chest!?"
Kihara's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He never imagined that after being apart for such a short time, her chest would swell up like two inflated balloons.
Although Tatsumaki didn't know Hestia very well, she had heard from her little sister Fubuki that Hestia's relationship with Kihara was still only at the kissing stage. A newbie like that could never beat an experienced veteran like her.
She shot Hestia a provocative glance, then wrapped her slender arm around Kihara's like a vine. She pressed his hand firmly into the deep, soft valley between her breasts.
The cloud-like softness made Kihara realize that Tatsumaki's new size was completely real — not an illusion or fake padding.
Having successfully silenced the one person who might stop the competition, Tatsumaki smirked. "I heard your progress with Kihara has been rather slow. As your senior, would you like me to give you some advice?"
In the past, just facing Hestia's overwhelming, pressure-inducing chest would have left her feeling insecure. But times had changed. She was now standing on the same starting line as Hestia.
No… she was actually ahead in both height and bust size. Naturally, she was full of confidence and completely at ease.
Hestia knew she was at a disadvantage due to her slow progress, but she wasn't some clueless pure-hearted goddess. She understood exactly what couples were supposed to do.
The key to turning the situation around was whether she could throw away her usual shyness and show the same bold attitude she had when alone with Kihara in front of everyone.
"N-No need. Everyone has their own pace, so you don't have to worry about me and Kihara, senpai~"
"Pfft!"
Lili nearly sprayed her cola. She barely managed to cover her mouth in time.
After all, Hestia — a goddess who had lived for who-knows-how-many tens of thousands of years — had just called Tatsumaki "senpai." Wasn't that basically mocking her for being an old woman?
At times like this, Tatsumaki's youthful appearance worked in her favor. She didn't care about age at all and actually quite liked being called mature.
She tucked her green curls behind her ear and spoke in a sweet, syrupy voice, "Don't be so quick to refuse. As your senior, I'm actually quite worried about how slow your progress is. The reason we call Kihara 'blockhead' is because if you don't take the initiative in these matters, he'll just keep standing still with you."
"It's just hugging him… I-I can do that too!"
Hestia realized that if she kept talking, she would likely stay suppressed until the end. She decisively cast aside her shame, took the spatula from Kihara's hand, and copied Tatsumaki's action by pressing his palm deep into her own soft valley.
Gulp!
The girls watching the show were stunned by the visually overwhelming scene. Just from the way Kihara's mouth kept rising uncontrollably, they could tell exactly how happy he was right now.
"This is just the appetizer~"
Tatsumaki smiled sweetly. She boldly pulled Kihara over to the sofa, made him lie down with his head resting on her lap, then bent over in front of Hestia's shocked,
earthquake-like gaze.
His vision and face were completely covered by the soft, warm dress and massive mounds, plunging him into darkness. Kihara felt a small hand gently massaging his temples. Tatsumaki's voice rang out again, "Kihara usually thinks about a lot of things, so as his girlfriend, I have to help him relax with a head massage."
The conservative Ryuu couldn't watch anymore. She raised a hand to shield her peripheral vision and stood up, heading toward the kitchen. "I… I'll go cook something. It's getting late. We can't let everyone go hungry."
Ais watched Ryuu's retreating back, her brows slightly furrowed. She felt like she had forgotten something important, but the commotion between Hestia and Kihara quickly pulled her attention back.
"What's a head massage? Kihara and I usually relax like this!"
Hestia yanked Kihara out of Tatsumaki's gentle embrace. Before he could even catch a breath of fresh air, his face was once again buried in another soft, deep valley.
"I didn't expect you to be surprisingly capable…"
"Same to you. I didn't expect you to have grown this much!"
Sparks flew between their locked gazes. Shinobu was practically ready to wave flags and cheer "Fight! Fight!" For her, Tatsumaki — who had suddenly become big-chested — was a traitor to the Little Thunder Sound Temple, while Hestia was her natural enemy.
She was happy to watch either of them fight. The biggest beneficiary, besides herself, was Kihara — her soul companion. Even without being in the shadow space, she could feel his hidden delight through the throbbing in her soul.
"I'm tired of all these formalities… Let's settle this with the next event, Hestia. I wonder if you dare to keep up."
"I'll follow you to the end! Pure natural will definitely defeat your heretical technology!"
"Good! Then come with me to the bathroom. Stepping on the back is also an important part of couple interaction."
"Stepping on the back?"
Hestia had rubbed Kihara's back before, but stepping had never come up. Still, she had already thrown down the gauntlet — even if she didn't know how, she would force herself to do it.
The three of them walked into the bathroom under the watchful eyes of the snack-munching girls. Shinjou Akane asked Takarada Rikka in confusion, "When Tatsumaki said 'stepping'… she doesn't mean C…"
"Shh! Akane, girls shouldn't say such vulgar words!"
Minami Yume's nose twitched slightly. "By the way… does anyone smell something burning?"
"Oh no!"
Ais's usually calm face suddenly changed. She rushed into the kitchen. "Everyone, come help! Ryuu can't cook at all — she probably set the kitchen on fire!"
When a refreshed Kihara walked out holding the victorious Tatsumaki, with a red-faced and dazed Hestia following behind, they found the other girls kneeling in front of the bathroom door, all looking like coal miners.
"Kihara… the dinner you prepared… we accidentally ruined it all…"
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