Boob Award

Chadwick said... "Um… you… ya know… got your… suit-wear… swimmy-onecy-swim-thing on… backward. I've seen plenty of 2D girls online wear these, so I know this is on backward."

His confidence was unwavering—for a moment. But as his gaze lingered on her swimsuit, flicking between the straps, the seams, and, well… her boobs, a creeping doubt began to settle in. Was he absolutely sure? What if this was the correct way, and he was just overthinking it? Maybe there were different styles? Different designs? Panic set in. He needed to Google this. Immediately. If he was about to embarrass himself, he at least needed 'hard' evidence to back up his claim.

Jezabelle Carter looked down and suddenly realised her swimsuit's trims were wrapped around her breasts instead of covering them—completely backwards. Her eyes widened, and a half-laugh escaped her, a mix of amusement and embarrassment. Grinning, she arched her back, instinctively squeezing her shoulders inward. "My swimsuit's on backwards!! Why did nobody tell me?!"

Marissa shot her an incredulous look and said, "You were absolutely dominating the competition today with that flawless beast stroke. We couldn't risk losing our shot at winning, and you were the one who carried the whole team. You clearly knew what you were doing. Wait… not having it on backwards wasn't intentional? You seriously didn't notice? you had them out for most of this day?!"

"Honestly, I hadn't even realised it until after we'd won the trophy cup… our arms raised in the air, basking in that sweet, victorious moment. I glanced at the photo of all of us cheering, still caught up in the rush. But then, something caught my eye… a display with three cups when we'd only won one. I stared for a moment, confused, until Jezabelle's gaze flickered downward, her eyes gleaming. A mischievous grin tugged at her lips. "But these cups are so much better. They are D cups, after all." Her smile spread slowly, melting her face in a way that made it look like she was drifting in the moment, lost in her own amusement.

Jezabelle went on, "When I got to my changing room, my eyes traced over my reflection, lingering on my chest. 'Wow… these have definitely gotten bigger lately.' A small smile played on my lips. 'Chad-kins deserves to see them… after all… he's just so amazing. I can't keep him from knowing what my breasts look like. He deserves to see them." Her smile melted once more, soft and dreamy.

Chat mumbled, "I… deserve to see them?" He wasn't even sure why he felt he deserved to see them, especially since he didn't even remember this girl or whether he'd ever watched the swim team… like, ever. His eyes couldn't stop tracing her character design—every motion, the flow of her hips, her chest bouncing with an almost magical exaggeration, like something out of a hyper-realistic anime scene. It's as if her chest jiggled like jelly with each step, a defiance of gravity that feels almost too perfect. And those precise details—the way her nipples are sharply defined—it's like they were painstakingly drawn by an artist obsessed with every little detail, each curve and line perfectly outlined, just like the kind of fan art you'd see on a premium art site. It's almost too perfect, like a 4K visual that's hyper-detailed beyond belief!

"You sure do..." she said, laughing lightly, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed Chadwick's hands, pulling them towards her. Her smile widens, and she giggles, "You don't just deserve to see them." With another soft laugh, she placed his hands on her breasts, her expression playful yet warm. "You deserve to feel them as well," she added, her voice soft yet certain.

They felt unnervingly familiar—like the ergonomic mouse pads with 3D gel-filled wrist rests shaped like anime girl boobs. Soft yet firm, with a squishy, almost bouncy resistance that pressed back ever so slightly when touched. It was the exact same sensation—the way they moulded under his fingers, how they retained their shape yet had just enough give to feel strangely lifelike. If he closed his eyes, he might've sworn he was gripping one of those high-quality, limited-edition collector's items.

Jezabelle smiled, puffing out her chest just enough to emphasise the joke as she said, "This is a special variation of what we in the swimming world like to call… the 'breaststroke.'" Her voice lingered on the last word, and her lips curled into a sly, mischievous grin as she let the playful innuendo hang in the air, clearly savouring every second of the attention.

In the background, Marissa, who had been silently watching, huffed and crossed her arms. Not about to be ignored, she muttered just loud enough to be heard, "I know the doggy… I can show you the doggy… doggy paddle later." Though her tone was casual, there was a hint of impatience, like she wasn't about to let Jezabelle hog all of Chad's attention. Though, deep down, she knew she couldn't compete with a busty girl flaunting her perky boobs on full display.

["It seems like you're the first... girl to…"—he loses his train of thought.]

Jezabelle continued to guide Chadwick's hands onto her chest. Chad glanced around, confused, wondering where that voice was coming from.

["You deserve an award."]

Oh no, it was the narrator from before. Chad thought to himself, I thought this guy got fired or something and replaced.

Chad asked, "I thought... you were... lurking in the toilets or something, watching girls pee and all that?"

["I was... but someone took a massive shit in there, and the smell literally knocked me out. Had to take a quick nap to recover. Couldn't miss a scene of boobs. I feel bad for the other narrator who had to watch multiple chapters of your dick. I heard they quit because of it."]

Confused, Jezabelle asked, "Whose voice is that I hear?" as she let go of Chadwick's hands and covered her boobs with her hands and arms. "Is a pervert watching us?!"

Yes, his name is Narrator. There's always one of them lurking around, watching us and narrating everything we do."

["Hey, hey!! My name isn't 'Narrator!' That's just my job title. It's like calling a teacher... 'teacher,' or a doctor... 'doctor.' My actual name is…"] skipped dialogue box due to nobody caring.

Jezabelle's grin widened as she teased, "So, he's a pervert, huh...? Wait, who got to see Chad's dick?! No fair... I wanna see it, too~! And what's this about an award? Ohhh, I love awards, trophies, and cups... Gimme them all~! I'll even take a cute little trophy just for my doggo!"

["Congratulations! You've just earned the award for being the first female to fully expose her boobs in this story! Quite the bold accomplishment!"]

The narrator transported her to a scene where she was standing on stage, holding the award in her hands. The spotlight shone on her, and the audience erupted into applause. With a big smile, she stepped forward to the microphone, adjusting the award in her grip.

"I... I can't believe this," she said, her voice a mixture of excitement and disbelief. "I'm so proud to be the first girl to show her boobs in this anime web novel! This is truly a momentous occasion, and I couldn't have done it without the support of all the amazing people in my life."

She paused, her eyes scanning the crowd as if to find her family and friends in the sea of faces. "First, I want to thank my family… Without them, I wouldn't have had the courage to take this bold step forward. To my friends, thank you for always cheering me on, even when my choices seemed a bit... unconventional."