In an unknown world at an unknown location where a vast, grassy plains can be seen as far as the eyes could normally see - a rift in space opened up, disrupting the surrounding mana flow within a hundred mile radius.
Just a few seconds after the rift opened, something... or someone came out of it - as if Gordon Ramsey spitting out disgusting food at your face or like a mother giving birth to her first child - and accompanying the thing that emerged was a scream.
"-doooooooooom!"
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The identity of the thing that came out of it was a questionably human female of about 14 years in age.
Questionably human, because despite being thrown out of the rift at a high speed that she left skid marks on the ground as her body lifelessly rolled and tumbled - her body still managed stand up seemingly unscathed with almost no evidence of her previous accident aside from a few blades of grass that got stuck in her hair and some dust on her clothes which was easily removed as she patted it off.
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Looking at my surroundings, unlike the the endless space of darkness from before, what welcomed me was a vast expanse of grass.
"Well, at least they didn't took my organs, is what should be the correct response... right?"
(Although I am grateful that they left me alive, what should I do now?)
This could be considered a peaceful scenery if not for me being here at all.
As far as my eyes can see, there's nothing but grass here... except for what should be those seemingly desolate mountains, miles away in to the east and a huge forest all the way to the west.
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"First things first..."
Observing myself from top to bottom - which is totally imposible because I can only see myself starting from my chest all the way down to my foot, I can't even see my face because I don't have a mirror while it is a fact that I cant see my back at all due to the limited range that my neck could allow for my head to turn.
I still wear a semblance of the clothes that I wear during the interview except it was a bit more of a casual look right now.
Black, off-shoulder dress with its sleeves covering my arms up to my wrists. Its pleated skirt is cut about six inches above my knees.
A wide, white sash wraps itself around my waist and is secured as it is tied in a bow.
Compared to the cheap stockings that I wore before, my legs are now covered in luxurious looking thin black lace top stockings.
Instead of shoes, now I wear black leather ankle boots with three studded belt straps on each sides - although they are still both six-inch platform pumps.
My hair is still tied in a pony tail even after rolling in the grass earlier.
The only thing that changed in my glasses is that it seemed a bit heavy and sturdier than before.
And the only addition to my attire is a silver ring on my left index finger with intricate engravings and a black stone embedded on top.
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(Hmmm?!)
Feeling as if there's something wrong with my body, I started cupping myself from top to bottom.
Although it may seem a bit indecent doing it in an open place like this - as there are no one else nearby, I am currently free to do as I wished.
As my hands moved in from my neck to my chest...
I felt it...
Or should I say that I didn't.
Not just the paddings are gone...
M-my breasts...
All those years of drinking milk despite being lactose intolerant.
Every morning and night doing those rigorously exhausting chest exercises.
Seeing all of my efforts go to waste - the tears just couldn't stop forming at the corner of my eyes.
And here I thought I was supposed to forget all unnecessary memories... it seems that they weren't all that worthless at all.
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Although I can't remember every detail of it, I know that I was born a poor child.
Lacking in proper nutrition as a child, my breasts also grew poor in size.
I started my training regimen when I was 16 years old.
Despite lacking in funds, I still kept some in reserve so that I can have a dose of milk every morning.
I researched about other ways, and that's the time I started doing those chest exercises.
Although there were people who told me that having someone you like - massage them for you will definitely make them big - as I don't have anyone like that, I just did it myself.
And then after nine years, I finally graduated from double A's to only a single A on the borderline of becoming a B.
Those were my gloriest days in life where I had proven that given the effort - despite having the talent for it - one can still achieve success.
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"And now they are gone... all gone."
(This is all that Mr. Smith and his contract's fault! If I ever see them again, I will-)
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I didn't know how much time I spent on lamenting on my life before my inner monologue was disturbed by a frighteningly loud roar.
I looked around me to see where it came from but instead I found nothing.
(That's not how I sound when I'm hungry so that's probably not me... yeah, not me...)
The grass underneath my feet began to sway wildly like those scenes I saw on television where helicopters are about to land.
Realizing that, I looked up and saw...
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"A Dinosaur?"
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"FOOL WHO DARES ENTER UPON THIS KING'S NEST, JUST HOW MUCH AUDACITY DO YOU HAVE TO TRESPASS ON THIS PLACE?!"
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"Correction - a talking dinosaur."
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End of V1C3