"Overkill..."

"Huh?"

Before I knew it, Lucia was standing beside me.

"The wild pussy playing on the other side of the city is going to burn too, you know?"

"Eh?"

Lucia waved her hand, and the massive black flames that had been covering the entire city vanished in an instant.

Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone around me was frozen in the exact same posture as before I cast the magic. No sound could be heard. The only thing audible was a dog barking somewhere far away.

Up on the castle wall, Ana Lunametia, the leader of the Red Iron Corps, was covering her face with her right arm. It looked like she had instantly taken a defensive stance. Among the examinees, Marvela, the vice-leader of the mercenary band ’Light of the Three Spears,’ was in the middle of dropping into a low stance. She was probably trying to dive down. It seemed only these two had managed to react to my magic.

"Masaharu, you imagined a huge flame because you wanted a good score, right?"

"Yeah."

"Imagine a small flame instead. This target stone they’re using for the test probably measures magic power regardless of the spell’s scale, so even a small flame should give a proper reading. A normal *Fire* should be fine."

"G-got it."

I had assumed that since my Physical Attack Power was 150, my Magic Attack Power would be around the same, but it looked like it was actually much higher. I never expected it to be this big—probably around double Marvela’s current highest record of the day.

Come to think of it...

The beautiful Marvela, who looked like a Greek sculpture, was wearing a pure white dress resembling a statue of Athena. She was currently frozen mid-motion, lowering her hips to drop down.

I moved in front of her. Because her collar was hanging low, I could see her breasts. Her skin was pure white and flawless.

I couldn’t see her nipples though.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I thought they’d be visible. I shifted my position, but the fabric kept getting in the way.

There was a slightly darker area... Was that the edge of her areola? It was hard to tell if it was just a shadow.

The fact that I couldn’t clearly see her areola from this position suggested she had light pigmentation. Maybe only her nipples stood out perkily in the center of her breasts? My imagination was running wild.

Her breast size was bigger than Ifera Sky’s but smaller than what I imagined Ana’s to be under her armor. Probably about the same as Anal-Weak Knight Iria.

A very palmable size.

Even though they were a modest size, they looked full and round from internal pressure, perfectly spherical and bouncy.

Since time was stopped, I really wanted to do something lewd, but touching a complete stranger’s breasts felt wrong.

"Masaharu, do you like big breasts?"

Lucia let out a slightly disappointed voice.

"No. Breast size doesn’t matter. It’s about whether I can touch them or not. No matter how big and soft they are, breasts I can’t touch have no value."

"Then my breasts, which you can touch anytime, have value, right?"

"Can I touch them?"

"Yeah..."

...

Come to think of it, I’ve seen flat chests before, but I’ve never touched one.

Let’s touch them.

No — I should get behind her and stroke them from below upward, repeatedly. Not top to bottom. Bottom to top. I’ll enjoy the subtle ridges of her ribs while gently caressing her flat chest like licking it.

I moved behind Lucia, but...

"Ah. If I stop time for too long, the gods related to time will start complaining..."

"I-I see."

Damn it. What the hell is a "time-related god"? Let me touch some boobs.

"Well, I’ll head back now."

"Y-yeah. Thanks."

"Mhm."

Lucia disappeared. And with her, the flow of time returned.

The world regained its color.

Immediately, the top of the castle gate was enveloped in red light. Ana must have used a defensive spell.

On the ground, Marvela had finally dropped down, causing the surrounding examinees to panic.

Only Ana and Marvela had noticed my magic and reacted to it.

Both of them stood rigid with pale faces, staring only at me. Unfortunately, everyone else had no idea what had happened, so it probably just looked like these two beautiful women suddenly started acting strangely. The pair drew suspicious glances from all around.

"Hey, what’s wrong, Saharu? Did you get zero points on the magic test too?"

The examiner, who apparently hadn’t realized what happened, whispered to me.

"Um... I’ll use *Fire*, so please lend me a magic staff."

"I see. Got it."

I took the borrowed staff, aimed the tip at the target, and imagined a small fireball.

I’m confident in my imagination.

Something around the size of Ifera Sky’s breasts should be perfect.

"Fireball, burst forth!"

Perfect.

A flame roughly the size of Ifera’s breasts shot out from the tip of the staff. This much power shouldn’t be a big deal.

*Whoosh.*

The fire hit the target and disappeared instantly.

*Crack.*

A sound like stepping on and cracking ice in a garden rang out.

Then—

*Shatter!*

With a sound like breaking glass, the target shattered into pieces.

"Hot!"

The staff I had been holding turned to ash and crumbled away.

....

....

The numerical value was unknown, but it was clearly abnormal just from looking at the result.

As murmurs began to spread through the venue, the blue-robed priest calmed the crowd.

"I-it appears that due to repeated use during the magic tests, both the staff and target have reached their durability limits. We will prepare new ones, so please wait a moment."

....

....

I see. Durability limit, huh? RPGs where weapons break after exceeding a certain number of uses are always hated.

I received a new staff and fired magic at the newly prepared target.

Maybe Ifera’s size was still too big.

Let’s go with something around Rafilia-san’s areola.

"Areola, burst forth!"

Good.

A flame about the size of Rafilia-san’s areola emerged from the staff.

*Whoosh.*

*Rattle rattle rattle rattle!*

The target didn’t break, but it began shaking violently. The staff still turned to ash and vanished.

The exam venue grew noisy.

The target continued rattling.

The examiner cautiously approached the target.

After looking at it, he glanced at me once, rubbed his eyes, then looked back at the target.

"...!?"

The examiner, eyes wide in shock, looked at me again. What’s with that funny face?

**Did I do something again?**