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11. “You called for me, my master?”
2Erika spoke nervously within the dimly lit bedroom, having been summoned there following a long day of logic battling and crushing illusions. The one who had summoned her was none other than her master, the great witch of miracles, lady Bernkastel. Erika trembled anxiously. It wasn’t often that her master wanted to speak with her in private like this, and not even a great detective such as herself could fathom what sort of intentions her master had for her today. The woman in question could be seen lazing on the large canopy bed in the corner of the room, her cat tail swaying languidly as she lay sprawled on her stomach. Upon hearing her subordinate’s call, the figure suddenly vanished into thin air, appearing in front of the other girl as if she’d been there the whole time.
3“Ah, there you are Erika.”
4“Yes! How may I be of service today?”
5Bern walked slowly up to Erika. Stretching out her hand, she gently ran her fingers up the twintailed girl’s throat, tickling the underside of her chin like she was a small kitten. Erika trembled at her master’s touch, the unexpected show of affection exciting her, yet also making her fearful of some kind of trap. Picking up on her piece’s wariness, Bern gave a low chuckle.
6“There’s no need to be so tense. I called you here to reward you for your successful victory against Battler earlier today.”
7Erika instantly perked up at that. A reward? From her master!? This was certainly unexpected. The hard-to-please witch was not one to easily hand out favors. Erika couldn’t help but get excited wondering what she had in store for her.
8“A-A reward?! You’re too kind!”
9“Perhaps. I don’t know what compelled me to give you something so suddenly. It must be because of how boring things have gotten around here lately. Anyway. Your reward is…”
10
112. Erika’s heart hammered in her chest as she listened with baited breath. Bern seemed to enjoy keeping her in suspense, pausing much longer than was necessary. Rather than announce it verbally, she decided to let her body speak for itself. Sliding both hands up the front of her dark dress, Bern firmly clasped the twin globes protruding from her chest, hoisting them up for Erika to see.
12“…these.”
13It took Erika’s brain a few seconds to process what had just been said, the finely tuned logic machine having suffered a momentary short circuit. ‘these’? As in, her breasts!?!? Erika’s heart leapt for joy. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined being given something so fantastic.
14“S-S-Such a splendid reward!! Th-Thank you very much, my mas-!”
15“-However.”
16Bern’s cool words cut Erika off mid-sentence, making her freeze on the spot. Of course, there had to be a catch.
17“It’d be boring to just give you your reward that easily. That’s why I decided to have you entertain me a little as you work for it.”
18With a flick of her tail, Bernkastel indicated a small table set up beside the bed. On it sat a familiar looking chess board lined with pieces, the white and black facing off at their starting positions as if eagerly awaiting battle.
19“I challenge you to a game Erika. Your performance against me will determine the level of your reward.”
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213. Erika gulped. Her intellectual curiosity would’ve normally had her jumping at the opportunity to serve as her master’s chess partner. But now, with such a fabulous prize hanging in the balance, the genius detective found herself somewhat wary of charging right in without first getting some further explanation.
22“O-Of course! I would love to play against my master! But, um, ‘the level’…? Would you mind elaborating on that?"
23Bern returned Erika’s cautious inquiry with a blank stare. It was painfully obvious to the great witch what sort of perverse fantasies were brewing behind that courteous facade. Such things had long since stopped bothering her, and now served as yet another source of amusement with which she could tease her piece. With her hands still glued to the undersides of her breasts, she began to explain in a monotonous tone.
24“For each of my pawns that you manage to capture, I shall allow you to fondle one of my breasts for a single minute. You may use only your hands, and attempting to enter my clothes is strictly forbidden. Other than that, you are free to do as you wish within the allotted time.”
25Erika’s eyes widened in shock. While there were some strict limitations in place, it was nevertheless an extremely exorbitant reward for capturing a single pawn. All in all, there was potential for 8 minutes of groping, 4 per breast. Erika wondered at what sort of prizes the more valuable pieces could yield, listening eagerly as her master continued her explanation.
26“As for the knights, bishops, and rooks; each of them corresponds to a layer of clothing I’m currently wearing over my chest. Capturing one of them will result in the removal of said layer for the remainder of the game. Also, since they come in pairs, each individual piece will correspond to a single breast’s clothing, depending on which side of the board they start on.”
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284. Erika’s mind was racing as the new rules were laid out. How many layers was her master currently wearing? She couldn’t imagine there being more than 3. And if that was the case, then did that mean there was a possibility to get her master completely topless!? Such a marvelous thing-! And if you factored in the pawn’s reward on top of that, then she’d be able to touch her master’s bare breasts! Erika could feel her own nipples tingling with excitement within her bra at the mere thought. Already she had begun formulating strategies in her head, her little grey cells working overtime to come up with the best pattern of attack. Ignoring her intense deliberations, Bern continued without pause.
29“Then there’s the queen. Capturing that will yield a fittingly special prize. Do so, and you will be given permission to nuzzle my chest with your face for 10, no, make that 15 minutes.”
30Erika gulped heavily, her mouth watering in anticipation.
31“A-And if I capture your king?”
32Bern’s eyes narrowed slightly at Erika’s query.
33“How presumptuous. You act as if your victory has already been assured. Do you consider me such an easy opponent?”
34Snapping out of her lustful daze, Erika rapidly shook her head in alarm. It seemed she gotten ahead of herself in her eagerness and had earned her master’s annoyance.
35“N-No, No! That’s not it at all! Of course, I don’t honestly expect to be able to win against the great witch of miracles herself! I was just curious as to what would happen in such a hypothetical situation!”
36Seeing her piece flounder about brought Bern mild amusement.
37“Well, it’s not like it matters either way. If by some miracle you manage to defeat me and claim my king as your own, then as a reward I’ll allow you to suckle my breasts for an entire hour.”
38
395. “Suckleeeeee!? A-As in, taking master’s n-n-nipples into my mouth and, and… Aaah~”
40Erika looked like she was about to faint from excitement at the idea. Bern however remained unphased.
41“Yes, that’s correct. You would be given free reign to employ your mouth on my chest however you wish. Of course, that’s assuming you can actually win. Well, do you think your little grey cells are up to the task, miss ‘great detective’?”
42Erika twitched at the provocation. She knew she was being led on, but she couldn’t help but rise to the challenge when given by her beloved master.
43“Yes ma’am! I’ll do my very best so as not to let this golden opportunity you’ve so graciously given me go to waste.”
44In response to the other girl’s heated affirmation, Bern gestured towards the chess set, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at her lips.
45“In that case, let’s begin without further ado.”
46Sidling up to the table, Bern lowered herself into one of the chairs. Erika followed suit, taking her seat across from her master. Sitting behind the row of white pieces, Erika took it upon herself to announce the start of the match.
47“Well then, I’ll be in your care, my master!”
48And so, the match to decide the fate of the witch of miracle’s bosom went underway. Bern observed in silence as Erika contemplated her moves, coolly countering every maneuver the smaller girl made. In contrast with her apparent excitement, Erika’s moves were surprisingly calm and calculated. It seemed the promise of lavish rewards had done little to hamper the genius girl’s strategizing skills. Or rather, maybe it was BECAUSE of said promise that she was giving it her all, making absolutely certain to plan out each and every move with utmost care. Even Bernkastel had to admit that when it came to pure intellectual ability, her piece was more than satisfactory. If only she could do something about that depraved personality of hers, she’d make for an ideal subordinate.
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506. Then again, perfect performance only grew boring that much faster, so in a sense maybe it was better for Erika to remain flawed in order to spice things up. Plus it did make her more fun to tease.
51Deciding to stir things up a bit before she started to get bored, Bern folded her arms beneath her chest, subtly accentuating her bust by lifting it up into view. The action did not go unnoticed to Erika, whose eyes immediately flickered towards her master’s chest before pretending not to have looked. Smirking inwardly at the transparent reaction, Bern took her teasing even further. Angling her already slender shoulders inwards, the witch squeezed her breasts between her forearms. As the soft orbs squashed against one another, the blouse’s white fabric was bunched up at the center, sinking inwards to highlight the concealed cleavage.
52That certainly did the trick. Erika didn’t say anything, but it was plain as day that she was hopelessly distracted by the tantalizing sight staring at her from across the board. That distraction would soon cost her, as Bern grasped one of her ebony knights. With a casual finesse, the catlike witch hopped into Erika’s territory and captured one of her pawns, claiming the first piece of the game. While it wasn’t a crucial piece by any means, a loss was still a loss, and it hit Erika hard. She knew full well that she’d need every piece she could get if she was to have any hope of triumphing over her master. She couldn’t afford to be making stupid errors now of all times! Bern gave a small chuckle as she watched her disciple squirm about in anguish, readjusting her arms so that her chest went back to its normal state.
53“What’s wrong Erika? It’s not like you to make such a clumsy move. Can you really call yourself my double like this?”
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557. Erika gripped her head in both hands, clawing at her hair in frustration and sending her cobalt twintails aflutter. Truly, it was a disgrace to be distracted so easily. She’d have to be more focused, otherwise else she’d have no right to call herself her master’s piece. Said master took immense pleasure in watching as the self-proclaimed intellectual rapist writhed about in self-derision. To think she was able to cause such emotional distress simply by offering up her chest. What an entertaining game this had turned out to be.
56After another minute or so Erika finally calmed down and the game was able to resume. Once more Bern found herself impressed by her piece’s level of forethought and skill. It wasn’t long before Erika had regained her foothold and resumed her assault on the other side’s defenses. Then after a few more moves opportunity struck. With an excited gleam in her eyes, Erika slid her bishop across the board and toppled one of her master’s pawns. It was a natural outcome. Not even Bern, with all her centuries worth of experience, could win a game of chess without sacrificing any pieces. She had seen the move coming and knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. The power of miracles held no sway over pure logic battles where no chance was involved, which was part of the reason she took such interest in them in the first place.
57“Well done, Erika.”
58“Thank you master!”
59Erika beamed as she picked up the fallen piece and removed it from the board. Then she stared meaningfully at Bern, her eyes brimming with expectation. The witch of miracles knew what those eyes meant. She briefly considered playing dumb to tease further the young detective but decided against it. With a small sigh, she addressed the obvious point of interest.
60“Haah… I suppose you’ll be wanting your reward then?”
61“Yes please!”
62
638. Erika replied immediately with undisguised enthusiasm, her lustful appetite overiding any sense of shame. Heaving yet another sigh, Bern waved a hand signaling for her to come to her.
64“Well, come here then.”
65“Y, YES!!”
66Erika bounded up from her seat and circled around the table, crouching down in front of Bern’s chair.
67“You remember the rules correct?”
68“Of course! One minute, one breast, hands only, and no entering the clothes.”
69Erika easily recited the constraints in perfect detail. Satisfied that she understood, Bern uncrossed her arms and folded her hands on over her lap, presenting her defenseless chest.
70“Get going then.”
71Erika stared unabashedly at her master’s chest, ogling the twin spheres filling the blouse as if they were priceless treasures. With quivering hands, she reached out towards Bern’s left breast, pausing less than an inch away.
72“I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m actually about to touch one of my master’s boobs!”
73Bern merely stared down coldly at Erika, her impatience clear.
74“Hurry it up already. I want to get back to the game.”
75“O-Of course! As you wish master! *gulp* O, Okay… Here I gooo…”
76Urged on by Bern, Erika gathered her resolve and closed the distance between them, laying her hand atop the breast. Erika’s heart skipped several beats as she felt her palm meet the warm, curved surface. The elusive orb which had always seemed so far beyond her reach was now nestled snuggly within her grasp. Unable to process anything else, Erika simply sat there in awe at what she was doing.
77“…”
78“…”
79Silence fell between the two girls, stretching on for several seconds. Then, realizing that the timer had already started, Erika hastily snapped back to her senses. She didn’t have the luxury of savoring this new sensation at her leisure. Instead, she quickly set about doing what she had in mind.
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819. With a graceful flourish, Erika swiveled her wrist 180 degrees, letting her hand pass delicately over the sloped surface of Bern’s breast. Her slender fingers spiraled clockwise off the tit’s upper half, coiling over the outer side and finishing at the underboob. Erika repeated the motion several more times, never applying any pressure to the malleable flesh as she traced faint outlines over the surface.
82“Ooh~! Such splendid curvature! Master’s breasts are perfectly shaped.”
83Bern was less than impressed however.
84“Fool. Anyone’s breasts will seem well-shaped when fitted properly inside a bra.”
85“Not at all. A bra is only as good as the one fitting it. To have achieved such perfectly precise proportions, your bra’s adjustments must have been fine-tuned to the point of turning it into a work of art. And speaking of which-”
86Erika suddenly brought her free hand forward to join its partner atop the pristine globe. There was no rule against using both hands after all, Erika reasoned, her theory verified as Bern raised no objections. While continuing to catalog the bosom’s subtle curves with her right hand, Erika slid her left hand up top and began searching for something through the white fabric.
87“Aha! Found it!”
88Erika’s fingers had halted about halfway up the slope of the breast, having discovered a faint crease.
89“There’s no mistake. This is the edge of Master’s bra cup! Oooh~ I can even feel a subtle difference in temperature between the areas above and below the cup.”
90With renewed vigor, Erika began tracing along the rim of the bra cup, enjoying the idea of her master’s undergarment lying just beneath the thin fabric of the dress. In the back of her mind she found herself speculating as to the garment’s measurements, mumbling to herself as she thought.
91“It must be fairly large cup size, seeing as how I can spread both my hands across the surface area and still have room to spare. If I estimate the underbust to be-"
92
9310. After a few seconds of quick mental calculations, Erika shot an intense gaze up at Bern, her eyes shimmering in excitement.
94“I’ve got it! Master, your boobs are somewhere between 85-88 centimeters! And your cup size is an E-cup! Well, am I right? I am aren’t I!?”
95But Bern merely turned her head away, ignoring the other girl’s
96“Who knows? I have no obligation to give you such information.”
97“If that’s how you’re going to be then I’ll just-“
98Erika made as if to tighten her grip on her master’s bust, ready to squeeze down on the tender mountain. But the instant she tried to do so her fingers passed through open air. Where once sat Bernkastel now stood an empty chair. Erika remained dumbfounded with her arms outstretched, hands grasping at empty space. The comforting volume that had filled her palms until just now was nowhere to be found, and even the lingering warmth on her fingers was quickly fading away.
99“Time’s up.”
100Whirling around, Erika saw her master lounging on the large, ornate bed once more, her head propped up on one arm as she stared lazily back at her piece.
101“O-Oh, I see. Of course. But, um… Master…”
102Erika seemed to be having difficulty moving on from the previous issue. She was still eager to find out her master’s bust measurements, both to satisfy her pure curiosity as a detective, and for her own carnal desires as a woman. She briefly considered attacking with a blue truth in the hopes of gaining confirmation but thought better of it. Instead, she reached both hands up and cupped her own modest mounds, lifting them for Bern to see.
103“I-In that case, how about we trade info? For instance, my bust measures in at 80cm, C-cup. As for my bra, right now I’m wearing a cute pi-”
104Erika gave her mounds a small squeeze as if to try and convey their appeal. But as she went to untie the bow of her blouse she was cut short by Bern’s stern voice.
105
10611. Realizing that pushing any further would only earn her master’s ire, Erika reluctantly let the matter drop and returned to her seat. The game continued without delay as Bern promptly made her next move, having had plenty of time to consider it during Erika’s ministrations. Erika did her best to respond to her master’s counterattack but was having some difficulty focusing. The thought of Bern’s chest kept popping up in the back of her mind, her fingers recalling the sensation of the soft curvature.
107Erika wasn’t the only one experiencing distracting thoughts however. Unbeknownst to her, Bern’s mind was also sorting through its own series of issues regarding the prior fondling. To be blunt, she had found it rather anticlimactic after all the buildup Erika had given towards touching her. The touch had been so light that Bern hadn’t been able to feel anything through her clothes. While she wasn’t expecting to derive any pleasure from Erika’s grubby hands, the thought of her having other plans was annoying. After playing a few more moves in silence, she abruptly raised the issue aloud.
108“Why did you stick to such featherlike caressing? Surely you wanted to fondle them more intensely?”
109Erika seemed somewhat hesitant to reply, as if knowing the answer might not sit well with her master.
110“Well… To be honest, I figured I’d save that for future captures.”
111“Hooh? You talk as if such captures are already guaranteed.”
112Bern raised an eyebrow, a hint of menace slipping into her tone.
113“N-No, not at all! It's just that, any fool who would attempt to summarize everything there is to enjoy about your bosom into a single minute doesn’t deserve to partake in them at all. I plan on taking my time and showing them my full appreciation, because anything less would be disrespectful. If that means I end up missing out on some parts, then so be it. I’d rather get an in-depth look at a single aspect than a vague outline of the entire thing.”
114
11512. “Is that so? And what exactly were you seeking to analyze with all that light tracing of yours?”
116Erika perked up a bit, relieved that her master hadn’t shown any outright disgust at her explanation. Getting ahead of herself, she answered enthusiastically.
117“Of course! The first thing I needed to determine was the proportions! That’s why I used my prodigious photographic memory to take down every little detail of your breast’s size and shape. Now I can recall that knowledge whenever I wish! Why, I could even derive an exact mathematical formula for the shape of your boob.”
118Bern grimaced at this sudden show of enthusiasm. Now it all made sense. THIS was the real reason for Erika’s light touches, all so that she could save the information for later. The thought of Erika crafting an exact replica of her chest to fondle while pleasuring herself played through Bern’s mind. Meanwhile Erika continued to ramble on excitedly about this and that without head for her master’s temperament.
119“Ah, hold on. How come was master so curious about my fondling in the first place? Could it be that master actually wanted me to rub her breasts more thoroughly!?”
120“Do you want me to stomp on yours?”
121Bern’s cold retort and icy glare quickly quelled Erika’s runaway excitement. The stoic witch let out a small sigh. There was really no point in letting such thoughts bother her, she decided. All she needed to do was show this presumptuous piece of hers what would happen if she took her lightly. Bern’s moves grew more aggressive as she went on the offensive. Erika fumbled about as she tried to maintain her piece’s formation. But it was all for naught, and before long Bern’s bishop sliced deep into her encampment, toppling one of her knights.
122“Gyaaah!”
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12413. Losing such a useful piece was quite a heavy blow to Erika, whose attack strategies were now thrown into disarray. Bern was satisfied at having wrested it from her grasp. However, it wasn’t a complete victory. Bern’s offense had left a small opening in her formation, and one of her pawns was now on it’s own. It was a small consolation, but Erika was grateful to at least get something out of the exchange. At the very least, this meant she’d get to fondle her master’s breast for another minute before having to worry about her future plans. The thought brought Erika some comfort as she captured the piece, to no surprise of Bern.
125“Alright, come on. Let’s get this over with.”
126Bern nonchalantly beckoned for Erika to come claim her reward for the captured pawn, sticking her chest out in offering. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Erika once again crouched down before her master and reached out her hand towards those majestic mounds. This time her target was Bern’s right breast; Erika wanted to see how it compared to its twin. Erika felt her worries evaporate like mist the instant her hand met with the familiar curve of her master’s breast. Forget chess, she thought. Right now, there was something MUCH more important at hand. The young detective found that she simply COULDN’T to stay upset while holding such a beautiful thing in her hand.
127“Mmmh~ Master, holding your chest like this is incredibly therapeutic. I feel so refreshed.”
128“How simple-minded. To be content from something so trivial.”
129But Erika would not be dissuaded. With expert skill, she quickly traced the right breast in the same way she had the left, recalling the vivid details as she mentally compared the two. And the result: An exact match. Bern’s right breast was perfectly identical to its twin, only mirrored.
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13114. Not even a millimeter off! Such perfect symmetry! Not even a master sculptor could hope to replicate such beautiful shape, yet your chest effortlessly supports TWO of them in perfect harmony with each other. It's a miracle befitting your moniker. Truly, these are the boobs of miracles!”
132Bern was starting to get annoyed at all this lavish flattery. It was one thing to be revered and looked up to, but having a part of her body treated with such intense adoration was just plain creepy.
133“Stop being so ridiculous. It’s just a ball of fatty tissue.”
134But to Bern’s surprise, Erika shook her head in a rare display of opposition.
135“No! It’s a collection of hopes and dreams!”
136Bern resisted the urge to point out how the statement directly contradicted Erika’s usual outlook regarding sentimental value. This whole argument was a waste of time, she figured, and simply decided to let it go. Having finished her analysis of the breast’s proportions with time to spare, Erika eagerly moved on in taking things a step further. Her hand coiled around to the underside of the breast, letting the soft flesh fill her open palm. Then, with great care, she began lifting the tender orb up and down, feeling its weight as she hefted it.
137“Oh!? It’s quite heavy! A kilogram at least, maybe even two!”
138Bern gave an exasperated sigh. There went another piece of info she’d rather not have measured. But Erika seemed to pay it no mind as she happily hoisted her master’s mammary up and down, enjoying the feeling of the heavy flesh sinking into her fingers.
139“You know master, if you’re ever getting tired of lugging these around all the time, I’d be more than happy to offer my support. Just give the word, and your humble servant Erika will gladly act as your breast rest.”
140“As if I would need such a thing, moron. That's what bras are for. Besides, with my magic it would be simple enough to render them weightless, or even just get rid of them entirely.”
141
14215. Bern sat silently for a few more seconds then abruptly swatted Erika’s hand aside, knocking it of her chest mid-hoist and causing her breast to fall back down with a restrained bounce.
143“Your time’s up. Get back to your seat.”
144Erika didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her master’s cold attitude. The twintailed girl’s mournful mood had done a complete 180 during the last minute, leaving her energized and refreshed.
145“Ahh~ this truly is the best therapy of all. Now I feel ready to continue our battle of wits, my master.”
146“That’s good to hear. Don’t go disappointing me now with any more subpar performance.”
147Erika fell silent as she returned to her seat, deep in thought.
148‘I won’t get any further by going after pawns. There’s only so much I can glean from touching master’s bust through her clothes like this. I need to capture a more valuable piece, so that we can take things to the next level!’
149Bern noticed the aura around Erika change, her moves suddenly increasing in complexity. So, she was finally getting serious then? The witch of miracles fought off the strange assault, shifting her pieces around in order to keep Erika at bay. Yet despite her master’s efforts, Erika continued to persevere until finally she succeeded in breaking through the formation. In a bold maneuver, she gouged her queen deep into enemy lines to topple one of the opposing knights. It was a risky move that put her most vital offensive piece in danger, yet Erika felt no remorse as she proudly claimed her trophy.
150“Yes! I did it! With this, master has to remove one layer, right!?”
151Bern seemed unfazed by the loss of her knight, having deemed it an acceptable loss.
152“That’s correct. As it currently stands, I’ll have to take one of my breasts out from my blouse…"
153
15416. “However, having my top half on, half-off sounds like a pain, so how about we make a little deal?”
155Erika’s gleeful cheers petered out at her master’s unexpected addendum. A deal? What did that mean? The thought made Erika both excited yet wary.
156“What, what sort of deal exactly?”
157Bern took her time in answering, enjoying the look of apprehension on Erika’s face.
158“Let’s see, how about… If you can capture my other knight within the next 10 turns, then in addition to removing my blouse I’ll also tell you those bra measurements you were so eager to learn.”
159Erika immediately perked up upon hearing that.
160“Really!? Oh, thank you, my mas-!”
161But her words were cut short as the other woman continued, ignoring her.
162“-However, if after 10 turns I still have my knight, I get to keep my blouse on until you succeed in capturing another strip piece. How’s that sound?”
163Erika silently considered her options, staring at the arrangement of the pieces to see if capturing the other knight within the allotted number of moves was even feasible. It was painfully obvious that the deal put her at a disadvantage, requiring her to stay on the offensive rather than withdraw back to safety.
164…But at the same time, her curiosity regarding those measurements had continuing to nag at her ever since that first fondling. She desperately wanted to know if her estimation had been correct. Wasn’t it her duty as a detective to expose such secrets? If she didn’t confirm the truth for herself, there was a very good possibility that the curiosity would hamper her ability to think straight as the game progressed. In the end the choice was obvious, come what may.
165“I accept, my master!”
166Bern’s stoic expression split into a malicious sneer, revealing her true nature.
167“Very well. Give it your best shot then, and no regretting this decision now.”
168
16917. With both sides agreeing on the terms, the game continued in earnest. Erika was taking much longer to consider her moves now, visualizing dozens of potential outcomes for every situation. While her goal was assuredly possible, it was definitely hard. Not only did she have to try and corner Bern’s remaining knight within the allotted timeframe, she also had to make sure not to leave her overextended queen unprotected. Bern certainly wasn’t going to let such a treasured piece go without a fight. Every time Erika prepared to pull her queen back, Bern would divert her attention by moving her knight out of reach. And every time she pursued the knight, Bern would close in towards her queen.
170Realizing she was wasting precious moves, Erika was forced to make a tough choice. Moving her queen to the safest place she could, she focused all her efforts on cornering the lone knight, ignoring the sinister formation closing in around her strongest piece. As a result, Erika succeeded in surrounding Bern’s knight on the ninth turn, capturing it at the very last moment. Even more incredibly, Bern had yet to claim her queen in retaliation, leaving some hope for a safe extraction, however slim.
171“I… I did it…?”
172Erika sounded like she could hardly believe it. Reaching up dazedly, she gave her cheek a sharp pinch.
173“Hya-! It feels goo- I mean, it hurts-! I really did it! I got both of master’s knights!”
174The sound of slow clapping echoed from the other side of the table.
175“Congratulations Erika. You’ve won this little bet of ours.”
176Bern didn’t seem all that perturbed for having just lost a gamble, but why would she? The whole thing had been more of a test for Erika then an outright competition. If Bern really hadn’t wanted to lose, she would have made sure it was impossible before proposing the deal. As it stands she had avoided the discomfort of wearing her blouse halfway, and had all but cornered Erika’s queen in return. It was a win-win situation for her.
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17918. “It’s a bit chilly, so I’ll just remove my blouse while leaving the rest of my dress on. You don’t have any issues with that, right Erika? After all, the only part you care about seeing is my boobs.”
180“You’re mistaken master. It’s not that I’m uninterested in the rest of your upper body. It only appears that way in comparison with my overwhelming fixation on your bosom. In truth, I’d love to see the rest of your torso in all its glory, but I won’t ask you to concern yourself with that for now. By all means, do whatever’s most comfortable for you. I’ll be more than satisfied just getting to see the main attractions.”
181Bern nodded approvingly, satisfied at her piece’s amicable attitude.
182“So in the end, it really is all about the boobs after all. Whatever. You’re free to enjoy whatever you wish. I don’t care.”
183With that, Bern reached for her chest. Erika watched intently as she gradually pulled her blouse up over her chest. Her expert eyes tracking the white fabric’s assent, awaiting the first glimpse of what lay beneath. And then… Purple!? Erika was shocked by the vivid color that emerged from beneath the unassuming white blouse. It was a deep, rich violet that matched the blank eyes of its wearer. In contrast with this intense color, the bra's design was a simple one. The plain cups were devoid of any unnecessary decorations like laces or frills. It didn’t seem boring or dull however. If anything, the minimalist design complimented Bern’s stoic personality, giving her an aloof and sophisticated appearance. Mingling with this air of refinement was an overpowering aura of sensuality. Each cup boasted a surface area rivaling that of Erika’s splayed hand, the purple expanses bulging prominently thanks to the immense volume of their precious cargo. Some of said cargo could be seen peeking out over the top of each cup, squishing together to create an alluring cleavage which made both of Erika’s mouths water.
184
18519. Bern folded her arms in front of her, propping her breasts up and letting the velvety cups of her bra rest on her forearms as she stared back at her piece.
186“Well, what do you think?”
187Erika was briefly caught off guard as her normally disinterested master suddenly asked for her opinion. Her enthusiasm quickly outstripped her confusion however, leading to her answering boisterously.
188“Of course! It’s a positively delightful sight! I never imagined I’d get to bear witness to such beauty outside of my nighttime fantasies. I guess those rumors were wrong after all.”
189“Hold on. What was that last part?”
190That last line caught Bern’s attention, enough to make her ask for clarification. Erika looked slightly taken aback. Clearly, she hadn’t meant to let that last part slip.
191“Ah, well… I admit I frequently find myself imagining master’s bosom late at night while I’m playing with my-”
192“Not that you fool. What’s this about rumors?”
193Erika looked partly relieved and partly disappointed at having her private confession overlooked. Setting it aside for the time being, she dutifully explained what she had meant to her master.
194“W, well… I once heard a rumor claiming that Master is secretly flat-chested loli. O-Of course, I never put any stock in such baseless rumors. But until now it’s been a devil’s proof. There’s always existed the possibility, however slight, that master’s busty appearance is merely the result of padding. But now-! Proof of those devilish mounds’ existence has finally been presented, in the form of those lovely bulges right there!”
195With a flourish of her hand, Erika pointed dramatically at Bern’s chest. More specifically, she indicated the exposed cleavage nestled between the cups.
196“That right there is all the proof I need! No amount of padding can create boob flesh where none exists. As one given the detective’s authority, I can safely declare that-
197>Lady Bernkastel is not flat-chested!”
198
19920. Bern frowned at her disciple’s liberal use of red on such an inconsequential statement. Erika merely continued to ramble on unfazed.
200“-Of course, the possibility still exists that master has small breasts and pads them out until they appear large. That much could still be hidden by a bra. Hey, master? How about I confirm the rest in red while I’m at it? If you could just take off your bra real quick and let me get a look at your bare b-“
201“Shut up.”
202Bern’s cold, sharp words cut the transparent request short, bringing Erika back to her senses.
203“I wasn’t aware of such rumors. Whoever came up with the idea had best hope that I never get ahold of them.”
204Placing a finger to her chin, Erika tilted her head in thought as she sifted through the details of her memory.
205“…I believe that person said they heard about it from Lady Lambdadelta.”
206An exasperated growl.
207“Of course it’s her. She’s always complaining about how my breasts are bigger than hers, spouting nonsense about character archetypes and how it’s supposed to be the other way around. Though she always forgets about her jealousy the moment I let her play with them. So simple-minded.”
208Choosing to ignore that last part, Erika tentatively tried to change the subject.
209“Um… Master? There was one more thing you promised me, remember?”
210“Ah, that’s right. The measurements.”
211Bern lowered her gaze to her own chest, empty eyes boring into her deep cleavage.
212“You guessed that I was 85-88 centimeters, right? An E-cup?”
213“Yes! A splendid number suitable for my master!”
214Reaching for her bra, the witch of miracles absently traced the rim of one cup with her slender finger. She slid her fingertip inside, wedging it between the fine satin cup and warm, supple titflesh beneath. Erika’s eyes closely followed the delicate movement, her throat feeling suddenly dry.
215“Well, it’s no surprise given your analytical abilities, but you’re right.
216>My breasts are an 86E.”
217
21821. “That should put those baseless rumors to rest as well. Hm?”
219Shrugging her shoulders in resignation, Bern glanced back up across the table, only to notice Erika not paying attention. It seemed the other girl was still dwelling on her declaration, muttering to herself in a passionate daze.
220“Such a marvelous red… An absolute truth regarding master’s bust! There can be no gift more fitting for Furudo Erika. And of course, my theory was correct! It’s only natural that I be familiar with master’s body as her double. 86E… such a robust size for one of such petite stature! I’ll have to go looking for some nice bras soon for-”
221Having decided that this stupidity had gone on long enough, Bern nonchalantly picked up one of the pawns she had previously captured and chucked it at Erika, the hard marble knocking the perverted detective sharply in the face.
222“Ouch-!”
223“Snap out of it. We’re resuming the game.”
224“Huh? Oh, of course!”
225Rubbing her nose gingerly, Erika peered down at the board as Bern made her next move. The young detective’s expression quickly darkened as she was once again reminded of the precarious position she was currently in. Bern’s pieces had her queen surrounded, and it seemed all paths of retreat had been cut off. It was clear that Erika would lose the piece within the next few moves if nothing was done. Her fixated gaze scoured the board as she ran through dozens of maneuvers in her head, eyes widening as she struck upon something. Could this…? She ran through the pattern once more in her head. Yes, it could work! There was still a chance! It was a stretch, but if she played her cards just right, she should still be able to salvage this! With renewed confidence, Erika began her counterattack.
226
22722. The next few turns went by in quick succession. Both sides knew what they needed to do even without spending much time considering their options. The exchange cost Erika one of her bishops, but it was a small price to pay to salvage her queen. Bit by bit, it began to extricate itself from behind enemy lines, weaving a complex pattern between Bern’s pieces as it went.
228But there was still something keeping Erika from giving the board her full attention; Rather, two somethings. Even in the midst of such a crucial maneuver, she found her eyes frequently darting away from the board to peek up at her master’s bosom. She still hadn’t acclimated to the sight of Bern’s bra-clad chest. Those perfect twin mounds held securely within cups of violet velvet… How could she possibly resist looking at such a wondrous sight when it was right there in front of her!? It was impossible!
229Her glances were not lost to Bern, who had a derisive smirk playing on her lips. This foolish piece of hers was incompetent, but at least she was entertaining to watch. Bern's hand went to grab her rook, her slender fingers teasing the rim of as she pondered her next move. Perhaps it was time to teach her inadequate subordinate a lesson in restraint. If Erika wanted to ogle her chest, she was welcome to do so. But she would soon learn the price of not keeping her eyes to herself. With rook in hand, Bern leaned down deeply to make her next move, deliberately angling her torso in such a way as to give Erika a view of her cleavage. She lingered in that pose even after completing her move, letting the other girl get her fill.
230The distraction proved incredibly effective. Erika was powerless before the sight, unable to tear her eyes away. Cries of “Master’s cleavage!” echoed through her head, driving out her carefully formulated strategy. Her hand instinctively rose and moved towards her master’s bust, forgetting all about the queen still held in her grasp.
231-clack-
232“Eh?”