"You mean to say, even with all the disadvantages she can still compete?"
"Yes,"
Lirienne replied curtly.
"Think of it. The stronger, more assertive males would see her as a challenge to overcome. While the more submissive, calmer ones would be all too willing to make her acquaintance."
Her voice sharpened.
"Only the weak-willed men—those who seek out docile partners not out of admiration for their character, but simply to project power over someone more timid than them, to feel like a conqueror, although a fake, phony one—only those types will possibly find her repulsive."
"Hmm."
Enji stroked his chin again, pensive, ignoring the strong emotions. Then, quite suddenly, he asked,
"How large is her chest?"
Lirienne almost choked on air.
"W-What? Why are you asking me that?"
Enji spoke without so much as a flicker in his tone, as if he had asked something as normal as the time of day.
