All-You-Can-Squeeze, All-You-Can-Be-Squeezed

“Oh, Vai. Scouting the enemy, are we?”

“Something like that. It’s been a while, Senior.”

“W-Weiss-kun?! H-Hey, Sis, stop for a second!”

“If I stop now, all our efforts go down the drain! Just a little more, just a little more! Here we go, Eleanor!”

“Wh-wha—wait, hold on!”

For reasons known only to her, Sierra began forcefully wrenching the maid uniform upward. Eleanor’s ample assets were hoisted up along with the fabric, and then—

“N-ahhh! Sis, not there... Th-that's no good!”

“Wh-why won't it go past here?! H-How come?!”

“Iahn! Sis, I'm telling you, it’s no use—!”

The Noblesse Magic Academy uniforms were made of thick, crisp material with sharp collars. However, Eleanor had already shed her outer layer. She was down to just a white shirt. Was it just my imagination? For some reason, certain parts of her bountiful figure seemed to be swelling even further.

As they did, the octave of Eleanor’s voice climbed higher and higher. Then, suddenly, the shirt buttons reached their limit and burst open.

“S-Sis, this is bad!”

“We’re almost there! Just endure it! Endurance is the key to everything!”

Just a little more...

Just as I thought I was about to hear the voice of God Himself, my vision was suddenly plunged into darkness.

“Now, now. This is still strictly off-limits for little children.”

I recognized that voice. I felt something soft brush against my back for just a fleeting moment. When my vision finally returned, I saw Eleanor collapsed on the floor in an utterly bewitching state, half-tangled in the maid uniform.

Sierra wiped the sweat from her forehead with a look of pure satisfaction.

“Perfect! Vai, look! This is the ultimate peak of moe! ...Huh? Eleanor? What’s wrong? Why are you writhing like that?”

I have so many things I want to say, and I actually feel bad for her, but... Eleanor collapsed in a maid outfit isn't a bad look at all.

I turned around. The person who had covered my eyes was, as I suspected, Eva Avery. She wasn't in a maid outfit yet; she was still in her school uniform, though she’d styled it in a rather disheveled, provocative way.

“Hello, Senior.”

“Hehehe, you really are diligent, aren't you? Do you want to take the top spot at the School Festival that badly?”

“That’s the plan. I wanted to check in on the class I consider my strongest rival.”

“Oh, what a commendable attitude. Unfortunately, mine is a custom order, so it’s going to be a while before it arrives. Besides, I have a secret plan.”

“A secret plan? What would that be?”

“I’m not telling. Right, Senior Sierra?”

For context, Sierra had already finished her credits but was still idling around the school instead of graduating. Apparently, Eleanor was stuck keeping her company. Despite their quirks, even Eva seemed to respect the two of them as her seniors.

Hearing Eva's praise, Sierra preened, looking quite pleased with herself. Eleanor, meanwhile, was still writhing on the floor.

“If that’s how it is, then it’s a contest, Vai! If we win, you have to do exactly what I say!”

“S-Sis, wait, that’s...”

A contest, huh? No... this might actually be an opportunity. There is still a lot I can gain from the Witch Sisters.

Even if the odds were stacked against me, I couldn't afford to run away.

“Fine. But in exchange, if I win, you have to do whatever I say.”

“You’re on! If you win, I’ll let you squeeze Eleanor’s voluptuous breasts as much as you want!”

“Sis, s-stop it!”

The sheer jiggle of it all... Honestly, it’s incredible.

“Hehehe, if it’s breasts you want to squeeze, you’re welcome to try mine anytime,” Eva added with a smirk.

As if anyone would actually touch them after a dare from the strongest upperclassman in the school. Even with permission, the sheer terror of it would be enough to kill a man.

“I’ll wait until after I win. I won’t be squeezing any breasts, though.”

“Vai, I will defend my breasts to the death!” Sierra declared.

“Sis, you don’t even have—”

“Tayunoa! That word is forbidden!”

Good grief, they’re as close as ever.

After that, I finished my inspection of the other classes and headed back to the Intermediate-year Students' Building. However, the hallway was buzzing with a strange energy. Suddenly, Lilith came sprinting toward me.

“Lord Weiss! Is it true that you bet on breasts?! That if you win, it’s all-you-can-squeeze, and if you lose, it’s all-you-can-be-squeezed?!”

As expected of Noblesse. The speed at which rumors mutate into something outrageous is truly terrifying.