It was impossible for them to beat me. No matter how much the six of them banded together, or even if they had three people equipped with vast magical knowledge and a hero chosen by the holy sword, it wouldn’t change the outcome.

The other two? I excluded them because they weren’t physically much help.

"Isn't that a bit unfair?"
Laura, drenched and sitting on the sand, pouted as she used magic to dry herself.

"Couldn't you have let us win just once, even if on purpose?"
"No way. We had a bet on the line."
"How do you even know what we might wish for?"
"How should I know?"
I casually shook my head, trying to avoid her gaze. While it wasn’t intentional, due to her naturally overwhelming figure and the fact she was in a bikini, drying off her body turned into quite a provocative sight.

She was wiping the water from the inside of her chest by lifting her top slightly, or reaching behind her head to fix her hair, exposing her armpits as she stretched her arms back. She would rub around her belly button and lower abdomen or pull her bikini bottoms slightly, revealing half of her rear before letting go.

Especially Rosaria and Elisier—their bodies were just on another level. The other four had impressive figures that could turn heads anywhere, but there were obvious differences in certain areas.

Even Latina, who would be considered a slender beauty by Earth’s standards, stood out enough to draw attention. It was just that my standards had skyrocketed from being surrounded by these people, so only the chest seemed to stand out in comparison.