A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 1

Morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I sat up in bed. Taking a deep breath, the scent of trees filled my nostrils.

It was late summer. The morning air was cool and pleasant, but I felt a bit sticky, probably from sweating during the night.

I stood up barefoot and cast a spell. Using magic, I generated water and guided it over my body to wash away the sweat. Since I controlled the water entirely with magic, it didn’t soak into my clothes. After discarding the dirty water into the drain, my mini-shower was complete.

“Ah, that feels refreshing.”

I muttered to myself, enjoying the comfort. I was really glad I could use water magic. Thanks to it, I could maintain a hygiene routine no different from modern Japan, my previous life.

…Japan. A nostalgic word.

I, Folca Gles Gustique, was once a Japanese man named Tohru Iwase.

Graduating from a decent university, I got a job at a company that wasn’t too bad, but not great either, and commuted by train every day.

Then, one day, after working overtime during a busy season and catching the last train home, I was struck by a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea. I remember thinking, “I need to call an ambulance,” as I collapsed in my apartment where I lived alone.

The next thing I knew, I was a baby. Judging by the situation, I must have died and been reincarnated. Of course, it might have been just a dream, but it’s been over 16 years now. Too long for a dream.

I looked at the mirror on the wall. Reflected was a handsome boy with blonde hair and blue eyes—if I say so myself. I was even a bit taller than average, with a well-proportioned body. Quite different from my rather plain appearance in my previous life.

There was a knock at the door. When I responded, “Come in,” a servant named Rita entered.

“Good morning, Master Folca. I’ve brought your clothing.”

“Thanks. I’ll dress myself, so just leave them there.”

Following my instruction, Rita gave a slight bow. “Understood.”

Rita took care of my personal needs. She’s 19 years old, with dark green hair and eyes. She’s a beauty with a graceful figure.

Her outfit was a dark navy dress paired with a natural-colored apron—a combination that gave off a maid-like vibe.

“Breakfast is ready. The ladies of the house should be arriving shortly as well.”

“Got it. I’ll be there soon.”

I quickly changed into clothes—a white shirt and navy pants, both made of cotton. Since I didn’t have any plans to meet with anyone today, I kept it casual and easy to move in.

After putting on my shoes by the door, I walked down the hallway of the mansion towards the dining room.

“Good morning, Folca.”

“Morning, Mom.”

I ran into my mother just as I was about to reach the door. Perfect timing.

My mother was a gorgeous woman with strikingly sharp eyes, blonde hair, and… huge breasts. No, more like enormous. If I had to guess, she’d be an I-cup at least. Women in this world tend to have large chests, but even then, she’s on the bigger side.

The world I was reincarnated into is, well, a place where “big breasts reign supreme.” Women with large chests are favored, while those with small chests are harshly frowned upon. My mother would be considered quite an attractive woman here.

I entered the dining room and sat down. The table, made of teak wood, was covered with a pristine white cloth and large enough to comfortably seat ten people.

As the door opened again, two girls entered—my little sisters, Lyla and Aria. They energetically took their seats, their blonde hair—just like our mother’s—bouncing as they moved.

Lyla is 13, and Aria is 10. They’re my adorable little sisters. While their heights differ, their faces look almost identical. They mostly resemble our mother, though their slightly droopy eyes are a trait they inherited from our father.

By the way, Lyla already has an E-cup. She might surpass our mother someday.

The servants brought out breakfast—vegetable soup, bread, and cheese. Simple, but just right for the morning.

“Let’s eat,” Mom said, signaling the start of the meal. I tore off a piece of bread and paired it with cheese before putting it into my mouth. As usual, the bread here was delicious.

“Oh, by the way, Henrique will be returning this evening,” Mom said, as if she’d just remembered. Henrique is my father in this life, Henrique Stola Gustique. He’d been staying at the Gustique estate in the royal capital for a while, but it seemed he was coming home.

“Father’s coming back? Yay!” Lyla said excitedly.

Dad is a kind, gentle man who’s very family-oriented.

The Gustique Marquis family is one of the “Six Founding Families,” a historic and prestigious noble house, and I’m the eldest son. Despite that, the fact that I—a former ordinary Japanese man—can live here without much stress is thanks to my father’s temperament.

A wealthy family, kind parents, and cute sisters. I’d say I hit the reincarnation jackpot.

If there’s a god, I’m grateful.

…Well, there’s one thing I can’t get on board with, though—the world’s obsession with big breasts. As a faithful believer in flat chests, I’d like to file a formal complaint. God, small chests are great, too!

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After finishing breakfast, I headed to the garden to carry out my daily routine.

There, a few servants were waiting along with some transportation workers.

“Master Folca, everything is prepared for today as well,” a male servant reported. In front of him were about 20 large barrels, all empty.

“Got it. Let’s begin.”

What I was about to do was create “Holy Water.” And no, it’s not what you think—it’s not about peeing. I generate water imbued with purification and healing magic.

I gathered my magical energy and constructed the spell, combining water magic and holy magic to create water filled with holy power. I then poured the “Holy Water” into the barrels.

This Holy Water was incredibly useful. When poured over a wounded person, it disinfects and closes their wounds. If drunk, it can even cure food poisoning and similar ailments.

The magic I infused dissipates over time, so the water doesn’t last long. But since I make it every day, the people in the territory benefit greatly from it.

I continued working until all the barrels were full.

“All done. Please ship them out as usual.”

The head transporter, an older man, bowed and said, “Understood!”

“Hey newbie! Make sure you handle it carefully—this stuff is worth more than your life!” the old man barked at a younger man, likely a new hire. I didn’t recognize his face.

Since only mages with an aptitude for both water magic and holy magic can make Holy Water, it’s quite valuable.

“It’s true that it’s precious, but don’t get all worked up. If you make a mistake while working hard, I won’t punish you. So just take it easy and transport it calmly.”

The newbie, who had been looking like he was about to crack under the pressure, nodded nervously. “Y-Yes, sir,” he stammered and got to work.

I watched for a while, but everything was transported without any issues.

Half of the Holy Water would be distributed within the Gustique territory, while the other half would be shipped outside. We sell it at a discount within the territory, but even the external sales generate a nice income. It’s my precious pocket money.

Once the morning’s Holy Water production was done, it was time for paperwork. I headed back to my room and sat down at my desk.

Although my parents primarily manage the territory, I also handle parts of the administrative work.

“Master Folca, the accounting documents from the textile mill have arrived. I’ve already double-checked the calculations,” Rita said as she handed me the papers. She’s also highly competent when it comes to office work. I consider myself lucky to have such a capable and beautiful woman assisting me.

I reviewed the report. There didn’t seem to be any issues. The operations were running smoothly.

After that, I continued processing reports from the ironworks, petitions from the farms, and more. Since I’d worked as a salaryman in Japan, this kind of work was right up my alley.

Just as I finished the last of the paperwork, my father returned home.