Small breasts are a status!
Second chapter of today's session
Demon Lord's perspective
It's clearer if read after the previous and current chapters, both titled "B2 Demon Lord Flustered."
Evacuating Shiro while carrying her unconscious.
Not evacuating Shiro herself, but evacuating the female Second Division Commander from Shiro.
If Shiro regains consciousness, she might impulsively kill someone she sees.
The grudge of food is terrifying.
Return to the office before Shiro regains consciousness.
Phew.
That was dangerous.
If Shiro had thrown a tantrum here, the worst case would have been three high-ranking demon officials dead.
The Second and Third Division Commanders don't matter, but Balt's death would be unacceptable.
The Second and Third Division Commanders appear to have been in contact with the elves, discussing plans for a coup.
They were attempting to recruit Balt.
Careless.
To speak so casually about such matters in the very presence of the Demon Lord.
They underestimate me.
Every corner of this Demon Lord’s castle is threaded with my network.
Through these threads, I can gather sound from every location within the castle.
I clearly hear the Second Division Commander’s attempt to recruit Balt and expose their plot to kill me.
"Heard it, heard it. Elves, huh. About time they became a nuisance."
Thanks to Shiro’s active suppression, the conditions allowing elves to act freely in the outside world are gradually vanishing.
Yet, they remain a nuisance nonetheless.
If some of the demons are showing unrest, we might have to accelerate the plan and move sooner.
As I thought, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
"Excuse me."
The door opened, as expected, revealing Balt.
He had come here right after refusing Balt’s invitation to join the Second Legion.
"Ah? What’s this about?"
I know what he wants, but I’ll pretend not to.
Balt hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself.
"I’ve come to request mercy."
A corner of my mouth lifted.
To Balt, this must look like a cruel smile.
"What’s this about? Oh! You mean the mistake of handing the Cricta to the Second Legion Commander? That’s not my doing—talk to Shiro instead. After all, I only asked Shiro to handle it."
I understand what Balt wants, but I’ll avoid answering directly.
Food’s grudges are terrifying, you know. You might not get forgiven unless you sincerely apologize—no joke, I’m serious.
Said with a mocking tone, but the words grew less like jest as they were spoken.
Shiro might actually do something drastic if she lets anger take over.
"Lord Demon."
"Hmm?"
"Lord Demon, please."
Balt said nothing more. He simply bowed his head.
Balt understands.
That I overheard the conversation a moment ago.
And yet, he defends the Second Division Commander.
He does not say it outright—perhaps because he is strictly adhering to his own earlier words in their conversation: "I didn’t hear anything."
"Balto. The next target is the elven village."
I revealed the next battlefield, out of respect for Balt’s earnest effort to protect his childhood friend.
The location of the next assault target—previously concealed from all except a select few who knew the circumstances—was revealed.
Balto’s eyes widened when he heard it.
“I won’t hear this time. If you’re asking me to hold back, show me restraint. If you can’t contain it, I’ll eliminate you without question. Understood?”
“…Yes.”
“Hmph. Step back.”
“Excuse me.”
Balto bowed deeply and exited the room.
If the Second and Third Armies go berserk now, there’s nothing to be done.
“Mogou.”
A faint, strange sound slipped out.
Damn it—I forgot.
Whirling around, I saw Shiro rising like a specter.
No.
This one’s serious.
“Shiro, stop! Stop! Stop!”
I clung to Shiro’s waist as she staggered toward the door, halting her movement.
Just moments after declaring to spare Balt, this will end with Shiro being killed!
“Let go! Let me go! I’ll tear off those swollen breasts! I’ll eat them as a replacement for Clucta!”
Shiro’s gone mad!
“Shiro! That’s not sweet! It’s not tasty! I’ll prepare something sweet and delicious for you another time!”
“I hate those breasts! You, breast alien!”
Shiro flailing wildly.
Breasts—girls must not say such things!
Then again...
“Shiro, you’ve got quite the pair yourself, haven’t you?”
You can’t tell at first glance—her clothes are loose, and the cut makes her look slender—but Shiro’s actually quite large.
In my estimation, she may not match the Second Division Commander, but she’s still well above average.
She’s already stopped growing physically before reaching adulthood—effectively nonexistent in that regard.
“If you’re so eager to take it, why don’t you just take your own?”
The grip on Shiro’s waist tightens.
Pressing tightly.
“Huh? Or should I just take it myself if you don’t have one?”
I believe I have the right to do so.
Large things are enemies.
Thus, Shiro is a proper enemy.
Shiro has no right to complain about this matter!
“No—uh, my inner voice is screaming that anything larger than myself is an enemy, yes.”
Shiro sweats lightly, drenched in cold sweat.
“Right. That’s correct. Anything larger than oneself is an enemy. So, Shiro, you’re my enemy, okay?”
“NO—!!”
The hand shifts from waist to chest, clenching firmly.
The sensation of something soft being crushed.
Evil has been eradicated.
Breast-related background details.
Reincarnated individuals tend to be handsome or beautiful due to D's physical adjustments, but their breast size often remains lower than that of the original D. Why? Because if D grows larger than oneself, it becomes uninteresting. Thus, reincarnated individuals with larger breasts than Shiro are rare. Sophia and, by a narrow margin, Cathia are the only two who surpass Shiro in this regard. This is merely a tendency toward smaller size; variations can occur based on upbringing and nutritional balance. Perhaps Sophia's breasts developed fully due to her being an idiot—nutrition went straight to her chest. (Speculative.) Cathia, originally male, might have experienced a hormonal rebound, leading to excessive female hormone production. (Speculative.)