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 2

““Father! Welcome home!””

“Welcome back, Dad.”

“My dear, you must be tired.”

The whole family gathered to welcome my father back from the royal capital.

“Ah, I’m home. I’m glad to see everyone in good spirits,” my father said, his usually composed face breaking into a joyful smile.

“Let’s rest for a bit and then have dinner together,” he suggested.

After allowing enough time for my father to change and catch his breath, we all gathered in the dining room. The menu included salad, lamb stew, grilled large shrimp, and fried vegetables—all of my father’s favorites.

We chatted pleasantly as we ate, the atmosphere warm and familial. It really is nice when the whole family is together.

“By the way, Folca, I need to have a word with you. Come to my office later,” my father said as we neared the end of the meal. I wondered what it could be.

“Yes, understood,” I replied, nodding.

After finishing the meal with some tea, I followed my father to his office. We sat across from each other at the reception table, just the two of us.

I was a little tense. It wasn’t often that I got called to his office for a conversation. The last time had been when we were informed of the outbreak of war with the Pomeis Kingdom.

“Relax. There’s no war,” my father reassured me, noticing the worry on my face. That was a relief—I had briefly feared that the Griffis Kingdom might have attacked.

“Well… it’s nothing that serious. I just wanted to confirm something with you,” he said, though his tone was oddly hesitant.

What could this be about?

I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“You know Princess Risty, right?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied immediately.

Risty Shan Rolique—there’s no way I wouldn’t know her. She’s the first princess of our kingdom, and I’ve met her several times. We even got caught up in some battles together during the war with Pomeis.

His question seemed like a buffer, something to ease into the main topic. But what was so difficult for him to say?

“Princess Risty was engaged to Duke Moses of the Famagusta family, but… that engagement has been called off.”

I took a moment to process. Princess Risty is incredibly beautiful, with a great personality and remarkable intelligence. More importantly, she’s the only person in our kingdom with a perfect score of 10 in holy magic aptitude—a nearly flawless woman in every way.

“…Was it because of her chest?” I asked, knowing full well that Risty’s chest is quite small. She’s probably an A or B cup.

“Yes. The Famagusta family officially requested the annulment, citing her chest size as the issue. The Duke’s overambitious pursuit backfired on him, and now he’ll be in hot water with the royal family for a while,” my father explained.

The engagement between the royal family and the Famagusta Dukedom had been the result of relentless pressure from Duke Moses, and the royal family had eventually agreed. At the time of the engagement, Princess Risty had been only eight years old, well before puberty. There was always a risk that she might remain flat-chested. However, since the Queen herself has assets that far surpass my mother’s, the Duke likely didn’t anticipate that her daughter would end up with a small chest.

You may wonder if it’s even possible to break off an engagement with the royal family over something like breast size. But in this world, men generally have difficulty getting aroused by women with small chests. Even if they try to imagine a busty woman with their eyes closed, it just doesn’t work. I can’t relate, but apparently that’s how it is.

In other words, they didn’t believe they could produce an heir with her. The Duke had no choice but to call off the engagement.

Given that such an extreme preference has become the norm, it seems likely that, at some point in the evolutionary process, men who mated with flat-chested women were at a severe survival disadvantage.

I think it must have been caused by a virus. Flat-chested women might have been carriers, and once men were infected, it could have either killed them or rendered them infertile. This virus must have wreaked havoc for a long time, and over the centuries, men like me who appreciated smaller chests were wiped out. Humanity evolved to develop a genetic aversion to flat chests, and the virus was eventually eradicated. It’s just a hypothesis, but it’s the only explanation. After all, small breasts are beautiful.

“…So, what does this have to do with me?” I asked.

“Well, you see… they’ve come to us with a proposal. They’re asking if you’d be willing to marry Princess Risty in place of Moses. They’ve said that you’re free to take as many concubines or mistresses as you wish, so long as you take her as your wife,” my father explained, his words clipped and hesitant.

It took me a moment to fully comprehend what he was saying.

So, because Duke Moses had broken off the engagement, they were asking me to marry Princess Risty instead.

“The royal family doesn’t want to lose the bloodline of someone with a 10 in holy magic. This proposal is likely a desperate attempt—a small hope that someone might be able to make it work, even if her chest is small,” my father continued.

The “make it work” he referred to was likely a suggestion to involve a busty woman in some… creative bedroom activities.

My father went on.

“Well, I couldn’t just turn down an offer from the royal family without consulting you first. I know Princess Risty is a bit unfortunate in that regard, but you shouldn’t feel pressured simply because it’s a royal proposal,” he said.

Half-listening to my father, my mind was racing.

Princess Risty is beautiful. She has deep, sapphire-blue eyes, shimmering golden hair, a fine nose, and lightly blushed lips. She’s a bit tall for a woman, standing around 162 cm. In short, she’s a stunning beauty.

In this world, where magic is a key factor, a spouse’s magical aptitude is crucial. Risty has a perfect score of 10 in the holy attribute and a score of 5 in the earth attribute—probably the best combination imaginable.

As a noble, I was also considering the political implications. If I accepted this engagement, I’d be doing a huge favor not only to the royal family but also to the Famagusta family, who had bungled the situation…

Wait… so marrying this slender, perfect beauty would earn me major points with both the royal family and the ducal family?

This is incredible!

“I accept!!!” I exclaimed, leaning forward and shouting.

“Huh?” my father said, taken aback.

“I’d love to marry Princess Risty. Let’s agree to it right away!” I said enthusiastically.

“Um, well… Princess Risty is already past the age where her chest will grow. Are you sure you’re not forcing yourself?” my father asked, still bewildered.

“Other than her chest, she’s flawless. I’m certain I’ll have no problem with her. I can do it!” I declared.

It wasn’t the kind of thing one should say in front of their father, but I was getting a bit excited.

“Are you serious?” my father asked, clearly baffled. Apparently, being eager to marry a flat-chested woman was considered quite odd in this world. Well, I knew how things worked here.

“Father, Princess Risty has a perfect score of 10 in holy magic. That’s an extremely rare and valuable trait. Plus, her character and skills are highly praised,” I said, leaning in, nearly butting heads with him. The intensity of my argument only deepened his confusion.

“Well, yes, that’s certainly true,” he admitted.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed.

“…Let’s calm down for a moment. Are you really sure you want to marry Princess Risty?” my father asked again.

“Yes. It makes me happy, and it benefits the Gustique family,” I replied confidently.

“You’re right. Aside from her chest, she’s a flawless woman. You’re close in age, and a marriage between two powerful mages would bode well for the future generation.”

“Exactly. Plus, I’m not a step down from Moses. The royal family would likely see this as a favorable match, and even Duke Famagusta would probably feel relieved,” I added.

In terms of noble rank, the Famagusta family is ranked second, while the Gustique family is ranked fifth. However, in terms of magical aptitude, Moses has scores of 6 in wind and 7 in earth, while I have 9 in water, 8 in fire, 6 in holy, and 6 in wind. Taking both family status and magical abilities into account, I’d be seen as an equal match.

“Let me just say, I believe you’re superior to Moses. You took down the veteran mage Lord Bannat at just 12 years old, and the Gustique family is also financially prosperous. You can choose from many eligible partners,” my father reminded me.

Yes, but all the eligible women are busty. This might be my first and last chance to marry a beautiful, flat-chested woman.

It’s not that I dislike big breasts. But what I truly love is a small chest.

“If that’s the case, I’ll choose Princess Risty.”

Honestly, I was ready to run to the royal capital and propose to her myself.

“If you’re that determined, then I’ll give them a positive response. You’re absolutely sure about this?”

I nodded firmly. “Yes, I am.”

Three days later, after finishing my essential duties in the territory, my father left for the royal capital again to convey my decision. I entrusted it to him—my future.