Chapter 68: Demonstration
Edited by: Bunny, deathbricks, Arthur300000, and ArchmageNaoki
"Ms. Velvori it will take some time, so here’s something to read." Louis, the stylist who 'lightly' touched up my face, said and offered me a stack of magazines before moving on to covering my nails with something shiny. I used my free hand to pick up the one with the best-looking cleavage on its cover. It wasn’t an erotic magazine though.
The one I picked seemed to be a fashion magazine. It was filled with busty girls in lingerie. Ohh, this peek-a-boo bra and panties set look nice. Wait, isn't this kind of fashion magazine an excuse for women to look at porn in public? Holy moly! Look at these boobs, I want to rub them!
I was happily flipping through the book when I stumbled over the horoscope section. Before, I would’ve just thought that it was bullshit, but this was a fantasy world right? Maybe they had something like a science of divination.
I wasn’t sure when my birthday was according to this world’s calendar. From what I learned from Skynet, they have 7 days a week, Sunday to Saturday like my previous world had. However, each month here consisted of exactly 30 days, and to top the weirdness off, they have 13 months a year.
Hmm, considering that one day here consisted of 26 hours, maybe 15-year-old me here was about 18-year-old in my previous world, if time flows the same that is. However, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I doubted that statement would be true... Anyway, in the end, I decided to use the day I appeared in this world to search for my horoscope instead. Hmm, it's the date that ended with '.28', I think.
Your life and your dreams were messed up by the influence of the north star. To take your life back under your control, you need to control your dreams first. Try to put a story you like under your pillow at midnight, it'll give you a good dream within seven days.
... It was surprisingly accurate. I don't remember much about my dreams, but I believe they were full of weird things more than usual. Maybe I should buy some hentai manga and put it under my pillow. I thought that and flipped to another page.
During the entire period, none of the other actresses talked to me. I noticed their glance from time to time, but that was it. No further interaction from their side.
"He-hey-" I tried to start a conversation with the muscular girl next to me but I was interrupted.
"Five minutes left! Are you done yet girls?" Madam Jack asked.
"I'm done!" Stefany proclaimed as she removed a strange contraption from my head. To be honest, it turned out very cute, still I couldn’t help but wonder how to get my hair back to normal...
I jumped down from the barber seat and stretched while letting too cute of an "Ah~" to my liking slip out of my mouth. It was surprisingly tiresome to sit still for almost an hour. While I was basking in the pleasant feeling of expanding my body's sinews and muscles, I noticed the familiar sound of a shutter beside me.
"Oh, Pristia, how did you get in?" Surprised, I asked.
"Nothing can stop love!" She proclaimed while giving me a thumb up. It must’ve been difficult for her to get in because she was breathing heavily.
Before I could speak to her, the two pretty girls who sat at the far end of the barber seats shepherded me onto the stage. Along the way, I took a Vitamin C tablet from the doctor. Skynet said that it might be effective in a form of placebo effect. I didn't know what a placebo effect was, but if she said so, it might work somehow.
"Please sit here, Ms. Velvori." One of the girls told me to sit at a peculiar set of desk and chair. I looked at other people who came with me, but the muscle woman and zombie woman went to sit at a different desk that looked like it was made for a judge of a singing audition. There were two men already seated there. One them was burly while the other looked scary with a huge scar across his face. From the seating arrangement, I felt like I was the one who was being examined somehow.
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"Thank you for coming to my gameshow, Ms. Velvori. I'm Bahamut, the host of this program. May I called you Kuro?" A playboy-ish man approached me and introduced himself. I nodded absentmindedly while worrying about a lot of things at the same time.
His name was the first thing on that list. It reminded me of a dragon in a typical RPG game. I hoped he wasn't an actual dragon who was disguised as a human. Luckily my body didn't react to him. It looked like the vitamin C was working.
The chair I sat on was made of a nice and soft material but its design reminded me of the chair in the Outsider Management Institute's interrogation room. I hoped there was no strange contraption that would spring out and bind me to the seat.
The desk also looked sturdier than it needed to be. At closer inspection, it looked more like a block of metal with a hole to put my legs under it than a desk in my opinion.
My sister also magically appeared in the front rows of the audience seats that were packed. How could she book a prime seat like that? It seemed that she was more resourceful than I thought.
Hmm, thinking about my family I realized that I forgot to tell them that Cocoa was a futanari. It should be fine because normally, 'that' thing was well hidden inside her body. It was only when I made her feel aroused that her Nessie surfaced. Still, for some reason I couldn't help but feel worried for her.
In my previous life, I had a heated debate about futanari with my net-friend. She, or as per internet rule - everyone is he, said that a girl with dick is just a man. On that point, I argued like my life was on the line. Something that cute shouldn't be categorized as the same thing as us, a lowly man, right?
I didn't know whether or not my family would be short-sighted like that G.I.R.L. friend of mine. So I found it hard to break it to them... Also, I wondered which toilet Cocoa would use. Hmm, why did I never try to find that out?
"Kuro, Kuro? Are you still with me?" Mr. Bahamut looked at me worriedly, so I just smiled at him to cover it up and told him that I'm fine.
"Beautiful smile, just keep it up." He smiled back and went back to his position while a guy who sat in the director chair announced: "The show will begin in 3... 2... 1!"
The show I was on was called 'Saturday night with Bahamut' He began with introducing my background, the fact about me being an Outsider included. Then he moved on to introduce the others at the referee table. All of them were Class B adventurers, except the zombie-like girl who surprisingly was a Class A adventurer.
"Now! Let's begin with her first ability, Sarah, Sasha, spin the wheel." Mr. Bahamut announced and told the two pretty girls. On the wheel, there were a lot of words written on it. Then the wheel stopped at the word "Grip strength"
"The topic is grip strength, what do you think Ms. Irene." He asked the zombie girl first.
"Hmm, the maximum force that a human muscle can exert on an external object comes from the masseter or jaw muscle. The one I use can exert force up to 500 kilograms for a short period of time. From the look of her hand structure and the fact that she killed a unique monster, I would guess that it should be about... 300 kilograms." ... I felt troubled by the word 'the one I use'. More so when other nonchalantly accepted it as fact. I was curious about what kind of creature she was.
"Thank you for your in-depth analysis. Ms. Hannah, how about your assessment?" Mr. Bahamut asked the muscular woman next.
"Not everyone is a monster like you, Irene." She mocked the zombie-like girl but the girl in question seemed to be unperturbed. "A normal human doesn't have a masser- something muscle in their hand. Anyway, the best a human can do on a grip test is about 150 kg, so I would say 130 kg, give or take" The other two guys also give high numbers, 80 and 150 kg respectively.
Everyone was expecting too much, I think. I never tested it beforehand, but there was no way that I could squeeze something with that much strength, right? Otherwise, my boobs would’ve exploded already. That's what I thought when a pretty girl handed me something that looked like an analog scale with a handle. She told me to squeeze the grip together with my dominant hand. I thanked her, but I didn't know whether she was Sarah or Sasha though.
"Hmmph!" I squeezed it with all my might. Then I heard and felt something snapping inside it. The resistance from the handles was gone immediately, then it came together, and cracked. The front plate with the needle fell off and a large spring inside flew off to somewhere behind the referee counter...
The room turned silent for a while as the device in my hand broke apart and fell to the ground with a loud clunk. I hoped they wouldn’t push for me to pay for the device reparation.
"Ahem, because the device's max load is 400 kg, let's call it that. Ms. Irene is the winner of this round and won 10 points!" Mr. Bahamut broke the silence. He also excused himself with something like there was no sturdier device for my hand size in the market.
Still, 400 kg, huh? I looked to and fro between what was left of the device and my boobs. Maybe I should be gentler tonight.