The Start of the Competition

"It's been a pretty good year, too."

The teachers hidden in the tent behind the host stand were watching the lustful feast on the playground.

Emi, who was wearing sports underwear and had merely pulled her thin jumper up to the small of her back, heard the sentiment of the purple-haired woman next to her. She couldn't help but let out a somewhat disproportionate cold snort, and the two large, snowy breasts in front of her chest jiggled twice.

"It's only the opening ceremony, yet there are so many slaves wasting all their precious stamina. These slaves who drag their masters down in the first match might as well just be sent to the recycling room."

"Relax, Emi. After all, that's what opening ceremonies are for."

Knowing that Emi had never been much too fond of slaves, a few of the teachers beside her looked at each other bitterly, rounding off the conversation.