Chapter 120: Yours Is Too Big!
[Protagonist's POV]
The price matched my exact 400 points, flagged with a "NEW!" label and starred twice for emphasis.
It was practically holding a knife to my throat, demanding I buy it.
["Exactly what it says! Get this, and you'll see my face, Hero! No more voice-only heroine role—I can start seducing you for real…"]
"Cutting the channel."
["Wait!! Hold on!!! W-What's wrong?! Is there something you don't like?!"]
"There's not enough bang for my buck. 400 points just to see your face? Too steep."
["'Just' my face?! I'm the empire's top beauty! They've called me a goddess-crafted masterpiece since I was a kid—Erdel Saintris! People used to camp outside the sanctuary for a month just to glimpse me…"]
"Oh, spam call. Gotta hang up."
["Okay!! I'll stop bragging! No more boasting, I swear!! Just don't do that!!"]
Her panicked voice made me lower the hand I'd raised.
"Discount it."
["N-No way… I already bent every rule to slash it this far… any lower's impossible…"]
"Hmm…"
I rested my chin in my hand, mulling it over.
Was seeing her face worth 400 points?
Even if half came from Yeo Socheon's efforts, normally that'd take a year to earn.
Spending it recklessly gave me pause.
["I'll work harder from now on… Please, just invest in me this once? With that world's saintess, you'll rake in points way faster…"]
"Ugh…"
As my hesitation dragged on, her gloom seeped through, and I reluctantly tapped the purchase button.
["Thank you for your purch—er, Hero!"]
I thought I caught another title slip, but before I could dwell on it, the voice interface flared with light.
Crackle… zzt zzt.
A sound like space tearing apart replaced the usual blank glow—
["Yes! It worked! Can you see me, Hero?!"]
A woman appeared beyond the screen.
The moment I saw her, my body froze involuntarily.
A radiant halo shimmered above her head, illuminating her stunning white hair.
Gray eyes held an enigmatic allure.
Her outfit—noble yet daringly revealing—drew the eye whether I wanted it to or not.
["Hehe. Well? Worth 400 points now?"]
Objectively and subjectively, she was top-tier.
Even my eyes, trained on Master's beauty, couldn't ignore her.
The "empire's top beauty" claim wasn't hot air.
["No need to be shy! Go on, praise me more! Pretty! Lovely! Sexy! I'm ready to soak up any compliment!"]
"…Uh, I've got a question, though."
["Yes! What is it?!"]
"Do saintesses… usually wear stuff like that?"
I pointed at her clothes.
It wasn't all exposed, but the key parts sure were. Bare shoulders, a chest cutout that begged the question "why even bother," and slits flashing her thighs—it looked less like coverage and more like seduction gear.
Not exactly fitting for a holy woman serving a god.
At my question, she burst out in an agitated tone.
["No!! I don't normally wear this!! I swear no other man has seen me like this—only you, Hero!"]
"…So you made it to seduce me?"
["A-And it's unfair if you put it like that!"]
Her next words, tinged with indignation—
["I analyzed your tastes from your Earth days and tailored it stitch by stitch…"]
Made me wonder, yet again, what the hell I'd been into back on Earth.
"…Let's skip that topic."
["No need to be embarrassed! That level of taste is cute—"]
"Please, just drop it."
["…Yes!"]
I turned away from her, hiding my burning face.
I couldn't bring myself to stare at that outfit she'd crafted to my supposed tastes.
That those specific highlights were my thing?
'Ugh…'
Having my dark history exposed by someone else flooded me with shame.
A 2D character design would've been one thing—but a real person wearing it?
["You don't have to feel bad! I'm happy as long as it pleases you!"]
Reading my mood, she straightened up proudly, thrusting her chest out.
The outfit's design amplified her already eye-catching exposure, seizing my attention.
In the Central Plains, "risqué" meant cleavage, thighs, or tight fits showing off curves—stuff I'd seen for a decade. But this? This new-world assault hit different.
Even accustomed to Master's looks, this was a distinct kind of charm.
["Ahem. That world's women are a bit stiff, aren't they? Shallow on intimacy too. So ditch that prudish place and come to our world already! Our hearts are always open for you, Hero!"]
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I could tell she was trying to win me over, but there was a crack in her armor.
"So, Saintess, are you well-versed in bedroom matters?"
It was a rare opening—a critical counterstrike. But—
["…If it's for you, Hero, I'm confident I wouldn't lose to a succubus."]
Her blushing response hit me harder than I'd hit her.
Stunned into silence, I couldn't muster a reply before she pressed on.
["Now I'm curious! A gorgeous, stylish woman like me vows to devote her life to you, granting your every wish—why do you keep pushing me away?!"]
"Ugh…"
Unless I was a eunuch, I couldn't deny that her offer sounded tempting on its own—but—
"That means living as a stud horse forever!"
There's no pleasure without responsibility, and this came with a heavy price.
Or maybe it was pure pleasure with nothing else attached?
Either way, it'd strip my freedom, turning me into a seed-sowing machine for life.
A week like the last one, stretched out forever—with multiple partners?
Hard pass.
["…What if it's just me, then?"]
Flinch.
Her tone shifted subtly.
["No other women… Just me, living with you forever—would you still say no?"]
She placed a hand on her chest, her fingers trembling slightly.
"…"
Caught off guard, I scrambled for an answer—
["A-And I'm way better than the women in that world, right? Tell me! What's lacking in me?! I've got a great personality! A pretty face! A killer body! My abilities aren't second-rate either!"]
Her voice brimmed with confidence.
And she had every right to it.
She wasn't wrong—her self-praise only grated because it came from her own mouth, but it was all true.
["So why…!"]
I felt bad for her, but there was only one thing I could say.
"Your chest is smaller than Master's."
[…]
Her face froze, tinged with dismay.
I felt guilty even as I said it.
Ten years with Master had taught me just how monstrous her assets were—an insurmountable peak for most women, if not all.
Sure, I'd seen others with impressive sizes—Dang Ayeong, the Sword Empress, Yeo Socheon.
But having experienced it firsthand, I knew:
No one topped Master.
And the Saintess was no exception.
["…T-That's cheating! How am I supposed to beat that size?!"]