Pawahara Seijo no Osananajimi to Zetsuen Shitara, Nanimokamo ga Umaku Iku Yō ni Natte Saikyō no Bōken-sha ni Natta ~ Tsuideni Yasashikute Kawaii Yome mo Takusan Dekita ~ (WN) - Chapter 133

[The Have-Not]

I knew it from the beginning.

I couldn’t make the goddess happy.

But I still wanted the goddess to be my wife.

I wanted her to always be by my side.

I mean, was there any man in this world who wouldn’t be attracted to a big-breasted, gentle, and beautiful woman like her?

That was why I pulled out all my stops to try courting her.

In the first place, Exa-sama already had other women with attractive boobs such as Arcadia-sama, Ophir-sama, and Shiva-sama, didn’t he?

Not to mention, he’d also put his hands on Igniver-sama and Fluga-sama. Honestly, I wished he could restrain himself a little (angry).

Naturally, Zana-sama and Kaya-sama were also beautiful, while Tirna-sama was… cute in various ways, I thought.

Well, my point was, ‘monopolizing was not good’.

……Huh, what about Saintess-sama, you asked?

It was true that Saintess-sama was beautiful, yes.

Although she was now only a shadow of her former self, she was also a gentle and kind woman—completely my type, I’d say.

Plus, she was interested in me. I just knew it.

However, she had no boobs!?

Her chest was so flat that I had wondered if she had forgotten it somewhere~!?

――Thwack!

“Gefu!?”

At that moment, I felt severe pain on my face.

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“H-hey, calm down, Elma!? What happened!?”

“Nothing at all!? I’m just feeling like beating this pig to death!?”

After Elma had thrown a heavy punch at Porco-san’s face out of the blue, I hurriedly restrained her arms behind her back.

She had been anxiously examining Porco-san’s condition just a second ago, but then she suddenly sprung up and hit him with all her might.

I naturally got startled, wondering what had happened.

More importantly, it looked like her fist sunk down to her wrist, was Porco-san okay…?

“No, not to mention beating him to death, you already put him in his dying breath, though!?”

“In that case, I’m gonna make sure to stop his breathing for good!? I have the right!?”

“J-just calm down for now, okay!? I don’t know what right you are talking about, but at least tell me why would you murder him!?”

“It’s because that pig body-shamed me, obviously!? He was muttering something under his breath as if he was sleep-talking, so I tried to lean in to listen to what he was saying, but guess what? This pig said that my chest was ‘flat’!?”

“Dahahahaha! Well said!” Ophir burst into laughter, holding her belly.

Naturally, that triggered Elma. With a bright red face, she screamed, “Stop laughing, you boobs monster!? You want me take those off and transplant them to my chest!?”

“Calm down, Elma. That’s not going to solve anything.”

Despite Tirna’s attempt to soothe her, Elma’s anger didn’t subside, and for some reason, her target switched to me, “In the first place, this is all happens because you gather only big-breasted women!? You must take responsibility!?”

“What, me!?”

What kind of reasoning was that!?

“That’s right!? There wouldn’t have been a conflict if everyone was like Tirna!?”

“No no no no…”

What is this girl talking about, honestly…

Right then,

“Hang on a second. Your chest is smaller than mine, so if you have to give an example, use yourself.”

“…Huh?”

Elma was stunned at Tirna’s retort.

She then silently approached Tirna and began to rub her chest.

――Stroke stroke, stroke stroke.

In the middle, she also rubbed her own chest, as if to compare their volume.

And then, seemingly having finished her verification, Elma smiled like she had attained enlightenment, and then—

“H-hurry, massage my breasts~!?”

“Ehh?”

She pounced and clung to me with tears in her eyes.

No, if a massage could make them grow, you wouldn’t have such a problem in the first place…