Esdinas Academy
A place everyone dreams of entering, yet for some, it’s harder than plucking a star from the night sky.
For a girl named ‘Alhena Silverstar’, it was the same.
She was angry.
Angry that she was outright denied admission, that the admissions officer shook his head the moment he saw her, and that even her secret offer of an enormous bribe was flatly rejected.
And above all, she was furious that her rival, the woman who carried around those two unnecessarily large assets—Yurha Silverstar—had entered this place without any trouble.
What kind of place is Esdinas Academy?
It’s where influential figures from all over the continent gather.
Even when selling luxury goods, isn’t it standard that the parents, families, and relatives of those here would purchase even more?
Those in the academy set all the trends, and the connections built there greatly influence one’s adult life after graduation.
It’s not like you can’t live without mana.
And it’s not as if you can’t nurse a child just because you lack a chest.
Alhena had money.
Enough money to hire dozens or hundreds of people with abundant mana, and to have wet nurses on standby in three shifts when she had a child.
But money alone couldn’t get her into the Academy.
In the end, Alhena had to make a choice, and one of the options was to enter the Academy as a “capitalist.”
Participating as a business partner in the various enterprises conducted at the academy was the only way for her to visit.
But she didn’t bother.
She had no reason to, and even if she, with her flat chest, wandered around the Academy, people would just think, “Even someone like that can get in?”
Alhena, who had enough wealth to destroy any count’s or even marquis’s household if she wished, didn’t see the need to stir up unnecessary trouble because she was more valuable outside the Academy.
However.
– Hey! Alhena! Go to the Academy right now!
Her twin brother forced her to go to the Academy.
– They say you can get bigger using something called the ‘Kegel Exercise’ or ‘Kegel Technique’ or whatever!
Castor Silverstar.
Her twin brother and one of the seven stars of Silverstar, a magnate with even more enormous capital than herself.
He sent her to the Academy.
Why?
Because he, too, was someone who couldn’t get into the Academy.
It’s one thing for a woman to be unable to enter the Academy—you could accept that—but for a man not to be able to enter is a very serious problem.
– Isn’t Chairman Castor less than 3 cm?
He claimed that he didn’t enter the Academy to make more money during that time, but there was no reason for the “genius boy” who had already earned plenty of money not to attend.
– It’ll probably be over 3cm when it grows.
– But since that doesn’t happen, he can’t get in.
– Oh my… Then how will he have children later?
– He’ll try hard. Somehow, with money.
If admission wasn’t entirely impossible.
– Wouldn’t it be impossible even with money?
They say nothing is impossible with money, but Castor couldn’t meet the conditions to enter the academy.
It was so bad that even someone who used [Mana Drain] had said.
– Um, uh, I’m sorry, Chairman. I don’t think I can use [Mana Drain] on you. No, it’s not an issue of conscience, but even for [Mana Drain], it needs to be at least two finger joints long… Kyaa!
A lot of things had happened.
Her twin brother’s hysteria was somewhat less toward his younger sister Alhena, perhaps due to their shared plight.
She thought it would be less.
– Hey! Sister! I can get bigger!
She hadn’t expected Castor to be so desperate upon hearing the news.
– If I go myself, it’d be super embarrassing, so you go and get it! No, you absolutely have to get it! That’s absolutely going to make us money!
Was he desperate because of its commercial potential?
Or was he happy to solve something that couldn’t be solved with money?
Alhena entered the academy under her twin brother’s not-quite-a-command.
With a somewhat light heart.
She thought the people at the academy would know this was “money”, and that they would step back hesitantly in the face of Silverstar’s proactive moves when they smelled profit.
Because opposing Silverstar could mean being unable to use any of the Silverstar Group’s products or services immediately.
“It’s impossible, President Alhena.”
She was surprised.
“What do you mean by that, Ederson Lionheart?”
“It means exactly what I said. Magic Pants is a unique technique developed by Student Phoenix, not something that belongs to our Academy.”
She hadn’t expected Ederson Lionheart, let alone other faculty members, to stand in her way like this.
“Listen, faculty members, I think you misunderstand me. I’m simply asking to obtain a sample of this so-called ‘Magic Pants’.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not? It’s not even something the Academy owns or distributes freely.”
“Because.”
“Because it’s a non-tradable item.”
From the academy’s direction, the one at the center of this issue began to walk toward her.
“Phoenix, you.”
“As the creator of Magic Pants, I’ll handle this personally.”
“You’re not planning to sell Magic Pants, are you?”
Blond, tanned skin, a delinquent look. If he had a black piercing in his ear, he’d look just like the stereotype from Alhena’s favorite genre in Silverstar’s magic network—the “Golden Sun” type.
“If the price is right, maybe.”
“You.”
“We should at least talk about it and then decide, right?”
This blond-tanned delinquent, known as Phoenix, or Golden Sun, smiled at her.
As if he intended to strip her down completely, with the eyes of a predator.
* * *
A little while later.
In the reception room of the Old School Building, I met a girl.
A girl with Silverstar’s signature blond hair, though hers was closer to platinum.
I thought she’d wear a business suit befitting her title of president, but instead, she appeared in a dress that would suit Evangeline.
“To suggest a private conversation like this… What’s on your mind?”
Alhena watched me with a guarded gaze.
The fact that she spoke informally from the start wasn’t just because she had a tendency to look down on people her age or poorer than herself; anyone could immediately understand why from her expression and gaze.
“It’s not often I get the chance to talk one-on-one with a beautiful girl.”
“Hmph! A beautiful girl! Well, you’re not wrong.”
She’s a haughty young lady who’s weak to compliments—a victim of “Bread Academy”, twisted by her failure to gain admission.
‘Not being able to get in just because of a lack in assets is like being barred from taking college entrance exams.’
No matter how much money she has, in a society that values educational background, not even gaining admission, let alone a diploma, must be incredibly frustrating.
She’s the main villain of the Yurha storyline and the mastermind behind Silverstar’s unethical business dealings. Yet, when you see her position, it’s easy to understand why she turned out this way.
“What are you staring at like that?”
“Just thinking if you were a little older, we could’ve been classmates.”
“…Hah.”
Alhena twisted her lips and leaned back on the sofa.
“Arrogant, aren’t you? Are you rich?”
“I’d say infinitely.”
“More than me?”
“For now.”
“Interesting. Though I don’t know if I buy it, so, could you survive without Silverstar?”
Alhena placed her foot on the table and crossed her legs.
“Silverstar is involved in everything people eat and drink across the continent. Unless you plan to live self-sufficiently in some remote village, the whole continent would struggle to survive without Silverstar. Do you think you can afford to act so arrogantly toward someone like that?”
“Are you planning to put me on Silverstar’s [Black List]?”
“I could, if I wanted.”
A blatant threat.
“You’d be unable to use our products, access our affiliates, or receive any of the services we provide. Think you can handle that? You’d be living like it’s the ancient era.”
“But you’d still live with your 3 cm problem.”
Twitch.
Alhena’s eyebrow quivered.
“In this world of magic capitalism, where you have everything modern technology can offer, you’ll still be stuck with something smaller than a finger joint, unable to pursue the happiness every man is born to enjoy.”
“Ha, haha….”
“Castor Silverstar sent you, didn’t he?”
“…You.”
Alhena gave me a murderous smile.
“What kind of nerve do you have to act like this? Do you think my brother is easy to handle?”
“Brother, huh. Will you still be able to call him that?”
Alhena.
“Sooner or later, you’re going to use that title on me.”
In Yurha’s route, if certain conditions are met, Alhena becomes a side heroine character who can be won over.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know about the device you created.”
“What could you mean?”
“The Chest Manipulation Device, you made it, didn’t you?”
“…!!”
Even the best at controlling their expressions react when their weak spot is hit.
“A Chest Manipulation Device. Me? Well, I understand why you’d think that, but so what? What’s the big deal?”
“Castor Silverstar, the genius capitalist, must have ordered you to secure the ‘exclusive business rights’ to Magic Pants.”
I placed a pair on the table.
“I have no intention of selling this at a high price.”
“…What?”
“Even if I do sell it, I want to price it at about the same as a sandwich—something light people could afford for lunch.”
“…Are you insane?”
Alhena glared at me, her eyes sharp as daggers.
“Not just a sandwich! This device alone could fetch the price of an entire sandwich factory. Don’t you know the value of your own invention?”
“I do, but the price is set by the one selling it.”
“Hah, you…!”
“Then, a question.”
I extended a hand toward her.
“…If there were a Magic ‘Bra’ instead of Magic Pants, how much would you offer?”
“…What?”
“Miss Alhena.”
I leaned in, gripping the back of her sofa, bringing my face close to hers.
“How about I get you into the academy?”
How to win over the twins.
– Listen closely. No matter how much a brother and sister may seem born to destroy each other, sibling ties aren’t so easily broken.
Yurha had said it best.
– But when emotions get involved, it’s a different story. Love—whether as a spouse or a partner—can surpass family ties. Right? Ah, yes. All you need is someone who can love even that kind of body. Or… to create a body that can be loved.
To get one twin on our side and set them against each other.
– Send Alhena a Buxomize Pill. She’ll come running like a madwoman.
“…For now, I suppose I’ll listen.”
Alhena’s icy hostility slowly started to fade.
