"This thing… can make breasts bigger!"
That was what Epsilon thought the very first time she saw the skin-tight slime suit.
From that moment on, she devoted all her energy to researching and mastering the suit.
As a result, it took her only three days to completely control it.
After that began the long process of disguising and reshaping her appearance.
Epsilon lied to her comrades, claiming she was practicing magic manipulation, but in truth, she wore the slime suit twenty-four hours a day… secretly increasing the slime hidden in her clothes.
Epsilon: "I'll add a little every day so it won't be noticed or raise suspicion. Since it's supposed to be a growth period, I can afford to be bold now and then."
But perhaps she had been a little too bold.
In the first month, she went from normal to excellent.
In the second month, her chest grew from A to B+.
By the second year, she had pushed herself to a solid D!
But Epsilon quickly discovered a problem.
The texture wasn't realistic, and they didn't bounce naturally.
Worse, her balance was off — completely mismatched with her slender frame — making her look like a busty loli.
A normal person might have given up at that point.
…
Epsilon: "There's no turning back now!"
She had already taken this step.
She could never regret it.
After all, she had already flaunted her fake D-cup chest in front of her comrades. Epsilon no longer had the dignity to return to the way she was before.
What would happen to her self-esteem then? If her breast padding were ever exposed, she might just die of shame.
So she chose to walk down the dark path!
To make the slime bounce realistically, she studied Beta's breasts every single day.
To make her body match her fake bust, she kept inserting slime in other places.
A little in her shoes to increase her height, some in her hips to give her a perkier shape, even some spread across her whole body to slim her waist and sculpt her figure. There were countless adjustments.
In the end, Epsilon was the one who achieved the perfect figure — by resorting to such means.
Leon, who had known about it for a long time, finally hesitated and decided to pretend he knew nothing.
He understood that everyone has their own ideals — pursuits they won't abandon even if others consider them twisted.
Outsiders have no right to condemn.
Even as Epsilon's master, he said nothing.
But honestly… Leon still thought she was going way too far.
From loli proportions to a sultry beauty — he quietly anticipated the day Epsilon would be exposed.
And yet, she had gained something else.
Because of the massive amount of slime she had accumulated, and from constantly manipulating it, Epsilon had acquired two weapons:
One: incredibly strong defense.
Two: advanced magic control skills.
Epsilon: "So what if it's fake! As long as no one finds out, it's real! One day I'll win Master's favor with this! I'll never lose to Beta!"
But now… it was over.
The time returned to the present.
Epsilon stared at the results of her years of hard work — her slime breasts — being cut apart.
For a brief moment she fell into despair.
Then she awakened.
She still hadn't won her Master's heart.
How could she allow herself to be exposed in a place like this…?
At that moment, Epsilon evolved.
Her magic control, which had already reached its peak, was pushed to an even higher level by the force of her desperate emotions.
"My breasts—give them back!!"
Epsilon seized the remaining magic in the two severed slimes and manipulated them back into her body.
In less than half a second, their texture, softness, and natural bounce were fully restored.
She had done it.
Even magic released outside her body could now be controlled. Epsilon had reached that state.
And it had happened in less than a second. None of those present noticed what occurred — except the Executor himself.
Executor: [Huh? Didn't I cut her chest? Why isn't there any blood? Damn it! I've been tricked! Those breasts… they're fake?!]
Despicable! Shameless!
Why was this woman so brazen?!
He pointed at Epsilon in horror.
It was time to expose her secret.
"You really—"
"Never say that out loud."
Epsilon would never give him the chance.
She swung her blade at lightning speed, first piercing the Executor's mouth.
Then, in less than a second, she unleashed hundreds of strikes.
Jack: "What's going on?! What are you doing? Executor, kill her, quickly!"
Epsilon: "Omae wa mou shindeiru."
Everyone present turned in horror to the frozen Executor—only to see his body suddenly burst apart, splitting into hundreds of chunks of flesh from head to toe.
Not only Iris, Rose, and the others…
Even the girls of Night Raid trembled in fear.
They each thought to themselves: Epsilon truly was worthy of being one of the Seven Shadows. Her strength was indeed extraordinary.
Then Epsilon turned her gaze on everyone.
With a terrifying, demonic glare, she asked:
"Did any of you see anything?"
"No, we didn't see a thing." ×N
Everyone waved their hands and shook their heads firmly.
Who would dare admit to seeing her like that?
Not to mention, they hadn't clearly seen what happened in that instant anyway. And even if they had, Epsilon's expression promised to cut anyone to pieces who said so.
"Good. Now, come here."
Epsilon let out a sigh of relief, then grabbed Jack Nelson's head and walked toward the sanctuary gates.
"Don't pull my hair!"
"How can a bald man even have hair?"
"I still have some!!"
The Archbishop shouted, desperately clinging to his last shred of hope and dignity.
But Epsilon rolled her eyes impatiently, raised her hand, and sliced through the five or six remaining strands with her sword.
"Hmph. Gone."
"No!!! My hair—!"
The Archbishop wailed, letting out a heartbroken cry, feeling as wronged as a child.
Perhaps, in his heart…
Those five or six strands of hair were as important to him as Epsilon's slime breasts were to her.
"You're late, Epsilon. What happened?"
"There's nothing wrong, Alpha-sama."
Alpha raised a brow.
She glanced at Epsilon's chest with concern. One side was larger than the other — her slime breasts still hadn't been adjusted properly.
Finally, after a moment of silence, she decided not to ask.
"Forget it. Now that everyone is here, it's time to get to work. Let's reveal the truth of this story."
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(End of Chapter)
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."