I Became a Burden to the Conscienceless Party

I’m really struggling.
I’m struggling to the point where tears are about to pour out.
But the Hero and the Saint prevented me from touching Milia’s chest.
So I feel even more miserable.
These despicable bastards! If you’re going to stop me, at least let me touch your chests!
I wanted to say that, but I knew my life was precious, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.
Milia left after being called by the Tower Master, and now, after some time has passed.

“Phew… It’s my first time wearing a suit, but it’s not bad.”

I was wearing a suit lent by the Magic Tower.
As you might guess from the dress Milia was wearing when she appeared before us, it seems there’s a party being held at the Glacies Magic Tower right now.
Thanks to that, we’re also changing into clothes, shoes, and everything else borrowed as guests.
After putting on the unfamiliar suit and buttoning up the sleeves.
Looking in the mirror, I thought.

“Looking like this, I seem quite handsome. No wonder everyone’s dying to cling to me. Haha.”

I felt sad even as I said it.
At this rate, I might really die.
As I was feeling both joy and sadness simultaneously, I came out of the room.
Just then, I saw the Hero, Esmeralda, coming out of her room.

“Oh… Hero. You look quite pretty when you dress up like that.”
“Is that so?”

The Hero, Esmeralda, smiling broadly and spinning around, pleased with the compliment.
She’s wearing a pure white dress that accentuates her body’s lines.
Since she usually fights with a sword, she has no excess fat.
Just scanning the lines of her clothes with my eyes makes me swallow dry saliva.

“…”

As I look her up and down like that, my eyes meet the Hero’s.
Her eyes, empty somewhere, are utterly void.
Now that I look at it, is the white dress also expressing her empty white head that contains nothing?
It seems to suit her well.

Thwack!
While I was thinking that, I got hit on the arm by the Hero.
Why? Why did I get hit?
Was I staring too blatantly?
But seeing the Hero smiling broadly, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case.

“Mr. Jim, it suits you well too when you dress like that. Clothes make the man. You usually dress like a beggar. Haha.”

It seems it was just a joke.
Apparently, it’s not a problem that I looked her up and down.
I should keep looking diligently from now on.
No, but why does it hurt so much?
It really hurts too much? It feels like the arm that hit me has been torn off with flesh?
Did she get stronger in the meantime?

“Why are you opening your eyes like that? Someone might think you have a complaint. Do you have any complaints?”
“No…”
“Good. Let’s do well from now on.”

When I glared slightly because it hurt, the Hero threatened me.
How can this be a Hero? Her personality is rotten from the start.
As expected, it’s right to escape from such a violent party as soon as possible.

“Ah, am I a little late?”

At that moment, the Saint, Irina, who had gone to change clothes like the Hero, returned. Unlike the Hero, she’s wearing an all-black dress.
The design was as daring as the dress Milia was wearing, with her shoulders fully exposed.

“Ooh…”

I nodded unconsciously.
Seeing that, I started to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to infiltrate the hero party a bit longer.
Even if I return to the Demon King’s army, there would be nothing but men’s pectorals, let alone breasts, around.
But I still have to go back.
If I stay here, I feel like I’ll die before achieving my goal.

“Mr. Jim, how is it? Does it suit me?”
“Yes, Saint. Seeing how my gaze keeps being drawn to the snow-white shoulders revealed between the black dress, it feels like the clothes have found their owner.”
“Ah, yes…”

I thought in my heart that the chest was the best, but looking at it like this, I think the overall body line is important.
Well, even when I woke up the Hero by shaking her last time, just touching her shoulder was enough to satisfy something…

Smack!

“It’s rude to Irina if you stare blankly like that, Mr. Jim.”
“Ugh!”

This time I got hit on the back.
A voice that seems to be suppressing anger. The timing is really ghostly.
Moreover, didn’t she say earlier that clothes make the man? Was that real?
Judging by how hot and painful the hit area is, it feels like wings might sprout.
Argh! Arrrgh!
It hurts but I can’t reach my back with my hand!

“Don’t be so harsh, Hero. Mr. Jim, it’s okay to look as much as you want.”
“Irina? If you keep doing that, he’ll develop bad habits, you know?”
“It’s okay. It’s not like it’ll wear out.”

Am I a child?
But in the end, I got permission to look, so I guess it’s okay.
Waa, I’m baby Jim.
I’m going to look without hesitation now.

“Hmm.”

First, the nape.
The snow-white nape was really pretty.
If there were vampires, wouldn’t they try to sink their teeth in regardless of whether the person is a saint?
I could see the nape turning red.

And the shoulders.
I saw them earlier too, but the snow-white shoulders forming soft curves feel like art.
And the single strap of the dress precariously hanging in the middle is also nice.
I could see the shoulders flinching.

And the chest.
And the chest.
And the chest.
No, is the chest really the best after all?
Staring intently, I could realize such a truth.
I can’t see anything else now.

“Ugh… Um, Mr. Jim?”
“…You’re really staring without the slightest hesitation, Mr. Jim. Let’s stop and go to the party hall? Even though Irina says that, she’s feeling uncomfortable.”
“Ah, let’s do that.”

I’m not disappointed.
I can look again later.

In that brief moment.
Esmeralda, who had to endure both sexual harassment and insults from Jim, was not in a good mood.
And her bad mood was also because of Irina.
She keeps trying to seduce and lure Jim away, so she can’t let her guard down. But when Jim actually approaches boldly, she gets flustered and can’t do anything.
Well, that’s good too. But why does she have to clean up the mess?

‘Why? It’s because the party might fall apart if we’re not careful.’

Esmeralda found the answer herself. In fact, there was nothing to find.
If she didn’t do it, she would be the one suffering.

‘This guy and that guy…’

The party is going well.

“By the way, I didn’t know there was such a large space inside the Magic Tower…”

Esmeralda clicked her tongue while looking around the party hall.
It was because she could feel the power of the Magic Tower. She was already wary after seeing the firepower Milia was emitting.
She wanted to see how much the Magic Tower, which tried to use her as an experimental subject, was capable of, but looking at the result, it wasn’t a particularly good situation.

“Ah, Hero. You were here?”
“Just stay with Jim who’s loving it. Why are you looking for me again?”

Esmeralda waved her hand as if annoyed.
Irina smiled bitterly at Esmeralda’s sulky appearance.
The two had become somewhat close despite everything. It seems their understanding of each other has grown, perhaps because they fought to the point of grabbing each other’s hair.
Esmeralda thought about this while picking up and eating party food.

“So? Why did you come?”
“…Mr. Jim won’t make eye contact with me.”
“Ah…”

Esmeralda could understand even without a detailed explanation.
He won’t make eye contact. If it were someone else, they might think he did something wrong, but…

‘That bastard has only done wrong things.’

To begin with, Jim wouldn’t feel that way now. In such a situation, not making eye contact means…

‘This bastard really only looks at breasts…’

Esmeralda stared blankly at Irina’s chest and then lowered her gaze to her own chest.
Although they were similar, Irina’s definitely had a bit more volume.

‘Well, it’s not a big difference.’

Esmeralda nodded after reaching a conclusion on her own.

“Then you’re saying he ran away because he felt burdened, but is it okay to leave that guy alone? What if he runs away?”
“Ah, that’s okay. If you look over there…”

Esmeralda could understand immediately, just like before, when she looked in the direction Irina pointed.

“Looking at that appearance, he certainly looks like an uncultured country bumpkin.”

Jim seemed to have worked up an appetite just like his lust, and was scooping up food from the party hall.
It’s a situation where we still haven’t found an answer on how to solve that problem.

“As someone living in the same countryside, you seem to understand.”
“…Irina, I couldn’t say it earlier, but that black dress really suits your true self when I think about it.”
“Thank you. The Hero’s white dress also suits that head of yours well.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Huhuhuhuh.”

Irina and Esmeralda bit and tore at each other instead of the party food.
It was a party with deep affection.

“So what kind of party is this?”
“Ah, you didn’t know? Really?”

Irina was shocked, as if she couldn’t believe it, at Esmeralda’s question as if she had just thought of it.

“This is Lady Milia’s birthday party. No, how can a person be like this? Sigh, you’re just a comrade in name.”
“No…”

Esmeralda could have refuted.
But she knew that refuting would only make herself sad.
That’s because…

‘This is the scale of a birthday party?’

She was born in the countryside.
She couldn’t even imagine such luxurious pastimes of the rich.