“My breasts are all here!”
Kent moved to the adjacent room and was surprised by what he saw. Life-sized statues of women were lined up everywhere. They were so lifelike that they could easily be mistaken for real people if they were colored, with unique body shapes, heights, and faces. The only commonality was that all the female statues on display had large breasts. That’s why Kent exclaimed without thinking.
“They’re amazing, aren’t they? They look just like real people.”
Rachel, who had entered earlier, said, watching Kent’s astonishment.
“Why do all the women statues lined up here have such large breasts?”
Caro said, walking around and looking at the breasts of the statues one by one.
“Gah… gah… gah… gah…”
“Lord Gordon, what is wrong?”
“No, no. These are just imitations. How pathetic of me to be so flustered by such things.”
Gordon’s mouth was agape as he stared at the many statues’ breasts, but Josette’s voice brought him back to his senses.
“…There is a guide here.”
Sophie found a board near the statues with information about the exhibition.
“Let’s see, what does it say? It says that the statues lined up here were made from molds taken from women who served the 2nd King. So, that means the models were real people. No wonder they look so realistic.”
Rachel read the guide and learned that the statues were based on real people from whom molds were taken.
“Rachel, if you look closely under the statues, it says their names and ages at the time.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t told me.”
Caro pointed out the small text and numbers written under the statues, which indicated the names and ages of the people from whom the molds were taken.
“There are people here from our own age to the elderly.”
“When you compare them closely, you can see that their breast firmness varies with age.”
Josette and Kent compared the statues with the ages written on them. They noticed that younger women had firmer breasts, while older women’s breasts tended to sag more, clearly showing the difference in firmness due to age.
“So, I’ll have saggy breasts when I get old too…”
Josette sighed, gazing at the statue of an elderly woman.
“The nipples and areolas also have individual characteristics when you look closely.”
“I don’t usually pay much attention, but everyone really is different.”
Caro and Rachel understood this well by comparing the differences.
“But why are all the women’s statues displayed here only those with large breasts?”
Gordon said, pondering the meaning behind the commonality of the statues displayed in this area. While their ages and shapes varied, the common factor was that all the displayed statues had large breasts, and among the women accompanying Kent, only Josette could compete in terms of firmness. Caro, Rachel, and Sophie, the other three, felt the difference was too significant to even attempt to compete with the size of the exhibits here.
“Hmm, I see.”
“…Kent, you’re looking at the statues very intently.”
“Well, as a man, I’m drawn to the beauty of the female form, but also to these curves.”
Sophie, unsure how to interpret Kent’s intense gaze, asked him. Kent wasn’t looking with lustful intent but rather as if admiring the female breast as a work of art. Kent himself preferred larger breasts, and Emily, having read his mind during their contract, had reproduced them in an ideal form. As a result, the women working at Marie’s Bakery were fully aware of Kent’s preferences. He had long since given up on hiding it.
“Thank you for understanding the splendor of our museum.”
“Wha-!”
As Kent was intently admiring the statues, he was suddenly startled by a woman’s voice.
“I apologize for startling you. I am one of the guides at this museum.”
A woman dressed in the same uniform as the woman at the entrance introduced herself to Kent.
“Kent, you’re looking at women’s breasts again. It can’t be helped with the statues on display, but you shouldn’t stare at the breasts of living women.”
“Sorry, my eyes just wandered.”
This woman also appeared to be of a certain age, but she had very large breasts. She wore her museum uniform loosely, revealing a deep cleavage. For a young man, it was inevitable to be drawn to such captivating cleavage. Although Caro admonished him, even when he averted his gaze, his eyes unconsciously returned to her cleavage.
“The items in our museum are primarily works of art passionately collected by the 2nd King. It is said that he had a deep love for large-breasted women regardless of age and collected numerous artworks related to them. Not content with just collecting, he also created many works himself. What is displayed in this room are his masterpieces, where he is said to have personally implored with women among his servants who had particularly large breasts, even kneeling on the ground, to become models for him.”
“My own ancestor, what an embarrassing thing to do.”
The guide spoke of the 2nd King’s passion for art. Gordon, being his relative, looked very embarrassed.
“He said, ‘Plumply ripened apples become works of art in themselves.’ He insisted that ‘apple’ is pronounced ‘apoh,’ and that it has a connection to breasts. In fact, he claimed that ‘apoh’ evolved into the etymology of the word for breast. Therefore, he believed that plumply ripened breasts, like apples, are worthy of being called works of art. It is said that it was out of this belief that he passionately collected large breasts as works of art.”
“Hmm, that’s a theory I can hardly understand. Could this be related to the ‘Apple Picking Policy’ that took place during the 2nd King’s reign, as recorded in history books?”
Caro, relying on her memory, recalled a certain policy from a history book she had read before and asked the guide.
“Yes, it is as you suspect. It was a policy where the country took the lead in approaching women from all over the country who had breasts suitable for artistic models. Well, there were various problems, and the 2nd King was forced to abdicate after only five years, and this policy was abolished when the 3rd King took the throne.”
“””””Indeed.”””””
The guide replied with what sounded like regret, but Caro, Josette, and Rachel felt such a policy should naturally be abolished.
“However, the women who became models were paid substantial rewards, and a disparity in wealth arose due to differences in breast size. It is said to have been very well supported by some.”
(I can understand that feeling very well.)
The guide’s words struck a chord with Kent. However, he suppressed the urge to voice his thoughts, fearing he would be criticized.
“How was it? The next room displays the nipple prints collected nationwide through the ‘Apple Picking Policy.’ If you see the number of exhibits, you’ll understand how much effort was put into collecting them at the time. Since I have free time, I’ll accompany you. Please feel free to ask any questions.”
“Did she just say she has free time just now?”
“Did I say something like that? Our motto as guides is to provide more detailed and thorough guidance so that you can learn about our museum.”
It seemed this museum had no other customers, so the guide was quite idle. This guide decided to accompany Kent and his companions. When Rachel pointed out the keyword “free time,” the guide adamantly pretended not to know what she was talking about.
Please note that there are various theories about the etymology of the word for breasts. The theory used in this text has not been verified for its actual existence. Please be aware of this in advance.
