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Chapter 80: Building Confidence, Cultured Audience!
Scott pushed his way through the crowd toward Brigid’s booth, and his pace quickened the closer he got.
From afar, it looked like nothing more than a table set up at the last minute. A plain white cloth covered the surface, and the only “merchandise” on display was a stack of printed flyers… half of which were scattered on the floor.
Marcus sat behind the table with a defeated look, leaning back in his chair as he watched passersby ignore the booth.
Brigid sat nearby, arms crossed tightly and eyes fixed on the floor as her black hair hid most of her face.
Scott stopped in front of the table.
“Marcus. What’s going on here?”
Marcus let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Scott.
“Oh, thank god you’re back. I was about to lose it trying to handle everything on my own. But listen…”
He gestured toward Brigid with a helpless shrug.
“I set everything up earlier. Posters, banners, her trophies from Skyfort Academy—even that hologram of her using her shield technique. The works! But Brigid—”
“I took them down.”
Brigid’s voice was low but firm.
She didn’t look up, didn’t even flinch under Scott’s sharp and judging gaze.
Scott’s frown deepened as he turned to her.
“What? Why?”
She stayed silent.
Her fingers interlocked tightly, as if holding onto her hands were the only thing keeping her grounded.
Scott sighed and pulled up a chair, sitting beside her.
He leaned closer and made his throat go soft.
“Did something happen?”
Even softer.
“Did someone say something to you?”
Still, she didn’t answer.
“Brigid.”
The sound of her name, spoken in that familiar tone of authority, finally made her look up. Her green eyes were filled with uncertainty, and her lips were pressed tightly together.
“You can talk to me…”
Scott sounded more like a guardian angel than just someone who wanted answers.
“Come on. What’s going on?”
Brigid hesitated and her tiny fingers trembled as she stared at the floor again.
“I’m… scared.” Her voice cracked slightly.
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Scott’s brow wrinkled. “Scared of what?”
She exhaled shakily.
“Scared that even if I do all this… even if I put myself out there… I’ll still fail.”
She swallowed hard and painfully, while her shoulders hunched as she continued.
“Everyone sa-, says it’s always better to try and fail than to not try at all. But…”
Her voice wavered as her body began to tremble.
“I can’t take shame and rejection. I don’t want to.”
Scott’s heart ached as he watched her struggle to keep her composure.
“You won’t fail—”
“NO!”
Brigid’s voice rose as she stomped her foot and startled both Scott and Marcus. She looked up at Scott as her eyes burned with pain and frustration.
“I hate when people say that! It’s just their selfish way of forcing me to take on responsibilities I’m not ready for. Responsibilities I don’t even want.”
She clenched her fists.
“And besides… if they really thought I was Skyfort’s top student, they wouldn’t prioritize Miss Infinity over me. I know they gave her that VIP hall to sweep the competition. She didn’t even have to try…”
She closed her eyes and a small whimper escaped her lips.
Scott sighed deeply and stood up.
The sudden movement made Brigid flinch.
Her head snapped up.
For a moment, she looked like she wanted to apologize, but before she could say anything—
… Thwack!
Scott’s knuckles rapped against her head with a firm but careful knock.
“Ow!”
Brigid yelped as she grabbed her head and curled up in her chair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him with a pout, resembling a scolded child.
“L-, Lord Scott! Why’d you have to hit me so hard?!”
Scott crossed his arms and gave her a stern look.
“Have you forgotten why we came here? Or why I even supported the idea of you attending this SMPE in the first place? You think I care about this corporate circus?”
Brigid blinked, still rubbing her head.
“You don’t need fancy connections or flashy setups to prove your worth.”
Scott’s tone softened, but his words carried weight.
“A true hero doesn’t succeed because of some flimsy event like this. A true hero fights for what’s right, no matter what. A true hero shows people that they’re in good hands—not because of adoration, but because they care. Because they’ve chosen this responsibility.”
Brigid’s lips parted slightly and her expression shifted as his words sank in.
“Do you love being a hero?” Scott asked.
She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I… I do.”
“Then show them. Show them the Brigid that only you can define. The Brigid who praises and emulates the golden age heroes who have dedicated themselves to protecting people even when no one’s watching…”
Brigid felt a spark of faith light up inside her, but her hands and legs still trembled slightly.
Marcus stepped forward to give her a reassuring smile.
“Come on, Brig. We’ve got your back.”
Brigid took a deep breath and stood up, albeit unsteadily.
She looked at Scott, then at Marcus, before clenching her fists and nodding.
“Aye, sir!” she said, her voice stronger this time.
Scott smirked. “That’s more like it.”
Marcus grinned, already rolling up his sleeves.
“Alright, let’s get this booth set up properly. Time to show these posers what a real hero looks like!”
He wiped his forehead and stretched his arms dramatically as he stood before Brigid’s booth.
“LET’S GO!!”
With a deft motion, he pulled out a rolled-up poster of Brigid in her super suit. Her expression was fierce and resolute, like she was ready to take on the world. As he carefully pinned it up behind the booth, the image was far better than the dull white cloth that previously hung there.
Meanwhile, Scott was unboxing action figures with a practiced ease.
He placed three mint-condition figures on the table: one of Brigid mid-shield bash, another of her landing gracefully from a high jump, and a third with her arms crossed.
The quality was immaculate… enough that he could call it nerd bait.
Next, Scott pulled out the merchandise he’d spent all night preparing: sleek black hoodies emblazoned with Brigid’s emblem, T-shirts with dynamic action shots of her, mugs featuring her heroic silhouette, and professionally designed photo books filled with curated snapshots from her Skyfort Academy days.
He stacked them neatly in one corner of the table, making the booth look more like a polished display at a high-end convention.
The reactions were immediate.
Other superheroes at the nearby booths couldn’t help but look over. Some seemed a little curious, while others looked downright jealous. A few quietly tweaked their own displays, while the rest just let out tired sighs.
“Man…”
One of them muttered, almost sounding ashamed with how low his voice was.
“I can’t believe the girl who was crying like a little kid earlier prepped all this. She’s gonna steal the show now, isn’t she?”
His shoulders slouched immensely.
Another hero with a plain booth shrugged.
“At least I got some fans before she decided to lock in. Who knows? Maybe a small corporation will sponsor me. That’s all I need, anyway.”
At her junk-filled booth, Gadget Girl smiled warmly at Brigid.
“You think she held off setting up so long just so she wouldn’t steal all the fans from us?”
Ruse, the hero in the LED trench coat, snorted.
“Like that matters now. When Miss Infinity finally opens her VIP booth, all of these fans will ditch us anyway. Doesn’t matter what she does.”
Before Gadget Girl could reply, a broad-shouldered hero in rhino exoskeleton armor jabbed Ruse lightly in the ribs.
“Don’t be so negative, man.”
Rhinoman adjusted the tech-enhanced horn on his forehead with exaggerated care.
“We’ll get some attention. One or two companies, maybe more if we’re lucky. And after this? We’ll probably never meet again, so let’s leave everyone with a good impression of each other, huh?”
Gadget Girl gave Rhinoman an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Now that’s a healthy mindset! You’re wiser than I expected, Rhinoman!”
Rhinoman puffed out his chest and cleared his throat dramatically.
“Well, of course. I’m always right.”
Back at Brigid’s booth, Marcus was putting the finishing touches on a cardboard cutout of Brigid in her super suit. He placed it strategically to the side of the booth, where it would catch the eye of anyone passing by.
Meanwhile, Scott had gathered Brigid’s trophies—dozens of them—and lined them up along the table.
Their polished gold and silver surfaces sparkled under the lights… proof of her incredible achievements at Skyfort Academy.
“Oh, shoot…”
When he ran out of space on the table, he placed the remaining twenty awards neatly on the floor in front of the booth, forming an impressive display of her accolades.
Watching the transformation unfold, Brigid suddenly began to bounce on her toes.
She clapped her hands like an overexcited child.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening! This is amazing!”
Marcus grinned. “See? Told you this would work.”
But Brigid’s excitement faltered as her eyes drifted to the grand booth beside hers.
It belonged to Vixen.
The setup was dazzling, with bold, seductive banners and dynamic lighting. Vixen’s cameraman was busy adjusting the angle of her booth’s live stream, while Foxgirl arranged stacks of merchandise with perfect precision.
Despite the lack of trophies or awards, Vixen’s booth drew just as much attention for a different reason: her and Foxgirl’s beauty.
These two women were dangerously curvaceous.
Perky breasts, plump ass cheeks… the whole package!
Soon, Scott noticed Brigid’s pause and stare.
Every male hero in the vicinity snuck glances.
Some didn’t even bother to be subtle about it.
He groaned and slapped a hand over his face.
“These guys are all weaklings… I swear.”
Finally, Vixen’s cameraman adjusted everything until the booth screamed perfection.
He stepped back, satisfied, and called out.
“Miss Vixen, everything’s set, my love!”
All eyes naturally turned to her.
Vixen’s heeled boots clacked as she made her way to the booth, her hips swaying in that signature rhythm that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
It wasn’t just a walk—it was an event.
Her golden furred tail flicked lightly between her ass cheeks, leaving several men foaming at the mouth.
Standing at Brigid’s booth with Marcus, Scott groaned audibly as he noticed the shift in the crowd.
The fans who had been meandering near other booths were now drawn to Vixen like moths to a flame. Even worse, the corporate agents—complete with sleek suits and shamelessly perverted grins—were now swarming in her direction.
“Shit…”
Scott muttered under his breath.
“I didn’t account for the power of boobs. This is going to make things way harder for Brigid.”
He turned to his companions for support, only to see Marcus and Brigid both frozen, their gazes locked on Vixen with glassy, borderline hypnotized expressions.
Perhaps, that wasn’t even the worst.
Marcus had a rocket in his pocket.
『Damn, it’s so hard it’s friggin’ throbbing… and I have no fucking resistance, Aunt Emma doesn’t let me watch any porn, not even one!』
He wanted to look away badly, but just couldn’t.
Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“Are you two serious right now?”
Still, even he couldn’t help but glance at Vixen.
He had to admit, her appeal was magnetic.
From the subtle outline of her camel toe to the daring tightness of her bodysuit that hinted at… well, everything, it was easy to see why every man in the room had become a drooling mess.
She had a bouncing chest and butt, sexy thigh gap, and an undeniably pretty face with a naturally sexy facial expression that left many of them edged.
Scott allowed himself a brief daydream, imagining Emma—his Emma—in a similarly tight super suit. The mental image of her bending slightly to adjust her boot, revealing just a glimpse of her curves, made him smirk.
But reality yanked him back when Vixen approached their booth with a smug smile.
“Well, well, well…”
She purred and flicked her medium brown hair back as her fox ears twitched mischievously.
“I didn’t expect to see Mr. Lips here.”
Scott raised a brow. “Mr. Lips?”
Vixen leaned in slightly, her glossy strawberry lips curving into a teasing smirk.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. I can still taste the aftertaste of your saliva.”
She pressed a finger against her lower lip, chuckling softly.
“To be honest, it wasn’t half bad.”
Before Scott could respond, Vixen licked the tip of her finger seductively and moaned softly.
“Mmm~ ❤️ I think I enjoyed it.”
Scott’s deadpan expression remained steady, but the cameraman sidled up beside him, rubbing his chubby double chin.
“Hmm… You’re staring at her pretty hard, buddy. If I didn’t know better, I’d call that sexual abuse.”
Scott shoved a hand into the cameraman’s face and pushed him back gently.
“Take a few steps back, pal. And relax. Sure, they’ve got a decent setup and a couple of thirst traps, but that’s nothing compared to the power of true heroism.”
A ripple of laughter erupted from the crowd of fans gathered at Vixen’s booth.
“Heroism?”
“Like that’s why anyone’s here!”
Another pointed at Scott, laughing so hard he was nearly in tears.
“Ridiculous—especially coming from a guy! What’s next, motivational speeches?”
“As if his gay ass could come up with one!!”
“BAHAHAHA! He’s a friggin’ loser!”
Scott shook his head slowly, like a disappointed father watching his kids fail a pop quiz. But when he turned back to Brigid, his expression softened. Her confidence was visibly wavering as she stared at Vixen’s booth, and Scott sighed again.
“Hey, fox lips…” he called out.
Vixen shot him a sharp side-eye.
“What did you just call me?”
Scott smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“Oh? I was expecting you to ask if I was talking about the lips I kissed… or the ones I haven’t.”
He let his gaze drop deliberately to her hips, where the sexy outline of her camel toe stood out.
Vixen’s ears twitched, and her face turned red as she let out a high-pitched squeak.
“Eeeeeeeek──!”
She quickly clasped her hands over her crotch as her tail swished nervously behind her.
『What the fuck is this? Why am I nervous… why do I feel ashamed? I’m never ashamed!』
Scott tilted his head thoughtfully, placing a hand on his chin.
“Hmm… it’s quite fat…”
Vixen’s face turned red. “My hoof isn’t that hoofy!”
Scott grinned and turned to the crowd.
“You hear that, folks? She said it wasn’t that hoofy. Are you sure you want to keep waiting for a look? If it were me, I’d be disappointed if the hype didn’t live up to reality.”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head dramatically.
“Now, if we’re talking Foxgirl… her camel toe’s so thick, it practically demands a five-star rating.”
One fan lifted a hand in the air like he was in a classroom.
“Hell yeah! Foxgirl’s lips are so fat, she could fit three credit cards in there and still have room for two more!”
Another chimed in, “She once broke a hardtack with those lips and sold it—juices and all!”
A third shouted, “A politician bought it for $300,000!”
Foxgirl’s face turned red as she stormed over to Scott and grabbed him by the collar.
“You son of a—this is all your fault!”
Scott raised his hands innocently.
“Hey, I didn’t say anything untrue. I’m just here to see some camel toe. If I don’t, I might just ask for a refund.”
Foxgirl pulled him closer, her teeth bared. “What refund?!”
Scott’s smug grin only widened.
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