If faces were the only relevant criteria, Epsilon didn’t have anything to be worried about, but she had to consider the future. The fact of the matter was, the women from her family had categorically been cursed with small, flat chests.
Just as men lament their forefathers’ hairlines, so, too, did Epsilon lament her chest lineage. She knew if things kept going as they were, the day would inevitably come when she suffered a crushing defeat.
And so, when Epsilon encountered a certain thing for the first time, she felt like she’d been struck by lightning.
The slime bodysuit.
It took but a glance for her to realize the possibilities contained within it, and her heart instantly belonged to the suit.
Although she normally hung on Shadow’s every word, she didn’t pay a lick of attention when he was explaining the slime bodysuit to her. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
She realized something.
She could push those puppies up.
It only took her three days before she could control the slime bodysuit as she pleased.
From that day forth, she wore the slime bodysuit everywhere under the pretext of practicing her control over it, and bit by bit, she added volume to her chest.
The progress went little by little, so as not to arouse suspicion, but a smidgen audaciously, because she was, after all, a growing girl.
Once they’d gotten reasonably large, though, she noticed something.
They felt wrong to the touch.
At the end of the day, slime was still slime. Her boobs felt different from the real thing, and the way they moved wasn’t quite right, either. From that day forward, Epsilon observed Beta as though performing reconnaissance on an enemy, and a few days later, she was able to perfectly control her slime to replicate the jiggle and feel of the real deal.
By this point, Epsilon’s control over her magic had far surpassed even Alpha’s.
Though the others acknowledged her superiority and dubbed her Epsilon the Faithful, she had long since stopped caring about that.
Instead, she observed Beta with a discerning eye, trembling all the while.
How did hers keep growing?!
This called for war: a battle without honor or humanity between the natural and the artificial.
In the end, Epsilon padded some more and eventually emerged victorious. Mankind is a beast that consistently triumphs over the horrors of nature.
However, the price for that victory was steep.
On that day, as Epsilon saw her reflection in a mirror and lost the small shred of pride she’d regained, she realized something.
Her proportions were off.
Much to her dismay, her build was petite and dainty.
However, Epsilon set her mind to work and eventually came up with a solution.
All she needed to do to balance her figure was to make her butt bigger, too.
In the end, though, she didn’t just stop at the butt, which she used slime to reshape. She tightened up and corseted her belly. She used slime insoles to lengthen her legs and attain the best proportions. She… It would take forever to list out all the little things.
In short, she used the slime bodysuit to obtain the perfect figure.
It had taken incalculable effort, being constantly on guard without anyone knowing, and in the process, she developed the presence of a detestably worthy rival.
More than anything, though, it had been a display of her feelings for her beloved master.
Epsilon’s precision was nothing more than a byproduct of that labor. Her true power was the amazing physical protection her many layers of slime padding provided.
The flashback ends.
The swooping shadow brings down its blade.
When it does, the crystallization of all of Epsilon’s hard work is lopped off.
The two softest lumps of the slime bodysuit fly into the air.
In that moment, Epsilon awakens.
This can’t be happening here…
No…!
She refuses to be exposed for her shiiiiiiiiiit!!
By manipulating the dregs of magic left in the two flying lumps, Epsilon forces them to retain their shape.
To the trained eye, her ability to manipulate magic once it’s left her body is enough to take one’s breath away.
At the same time, she yanks that magic back to her, instantly adhering the blobs back to their original position.
Maintaining that level of inch-perfect control in the blink of an eye—it’s nothing short of superhuman.
As a final touch, she makes them jiggle just the way real breasts would. Such is the power of Epsilon the Faithful.
“Excellent work, Executioner Venom… Hmm?” Nelson takes another look at Epsilon.
She was supposed to have been in bloody pieces, yet she’s standing there without a scratch on her.
In fact, quite the contrary.
“See anything…?!”