Park I-rae Bunny
Park I-rae stepped into the room with a dazed feeling. It was a dry, almost uninhabited space, but it had everything she needed: a small attached bathroom, a bed, a simple dresser, and a mirror. It lacked any real sense of life, but it was still a perfectly fine room.
Her meeting with Shin Ye-hwa had been amicable from start to finish, aside from that initial awkward hitch. All the rumors Park I-rae had heard about Shin Ye-hwa—secondhand tales of arrogance and malice—felt like utter fabrications now. Shin Ye-hwa had been incredibly friendly toward her. If anything, she'd been too clingy, which left I-rae feeling a bit off-balance. Was she plotting something? Did she want something from her? I-rae racked her brain, but she couldn't imagine what Shin Ye-hwa could possibly gain from someone like her.
"Ah—whatever!"
In the end, Park I-rae shook her head vigorously to clear her thoughts and flopped onto the bed with a thud. No matter what, it was better than sniping at each other or picking fights. If things flowed smoothly without any prickliness, that was a win. Shin Ye-hwa didn't seem like the type to bottle up her hatred until it exploded, or to put on a polite facade while scheming behind the scenes. What was the point of overthinking it?
"Mmm~"
I-rae savored the soft, plush sensation of the bed enveloping her body. Soon... right here, her senior would shower her with affection. Just the thought sent a warm heat blooming in her lower belly. And today, finally, was the real deal—the creampie she'd been waiting and longing for. Their sex up until now had always brought intense pleasure and bliss, but what would raw, bareback feel like? Her throat felt parched; she swallowed repeatedly.
Come to think of it...
As she lay there with her eyes closed, she remembered the box Shin Ye-hwa had given her. Shin Ye-hwa had called it her secret weapon to melt her senior nice and slow. She'd handed it over as a special gift for her little sister's first creampie commemoration, saying she had another set in a different color, so no need to feel burdened. The faint smile on Shin Ye-hwa's face as she passed it over... There wasn't a trace of the vicious, haughty demeanor from those old news clips—like a snowball left out in the summer sun. What on earth had changed her so profoundly?
Is this the power of love?
It had only been a brief half-day encounter, but I-rae had sensed an undeniable depth of emotion in Shin Ye-hwa. Sharing that same feeling naturally bred closeness.
Eh, whatever. It's not a big deal.
I-rae opened her eyes and sorted her thoughts. No matter what, as long as her senior didn't push her away first, she'd have to rub faces—and maybe bodies—with the others. If it wasn't outright hostility, then returning kindness with kindness was just basic courtesy. If the other woman liked her, I-rae had no reason to sharpen her claws.
With that resolution, Park I-rae pulled herself from the bed's enchanting softness and headed to the bathroom. Time had slipped into the dark of night. It was time for her battle preparations as a female.
Seong Ye-han climbed the stairs with slightly tense steps. A few hours earlier, descending the same stairs had carried a different flavor of tension.
"Hoo—"
Just moments ago, Shin Ye-hwa had hugged him from behind, whispering, "Looking forward to tonight, oppa." Her voice clung to his mind like glue. She was a certified sex genius, practically researching how to make a man rock-hard. For her to say it outright... his fantasies swelled like rising clouds, and his chest wouldn't settle.
"Haa—"
His breath came hot. I-rae's room drew closer, and with it, the pounding of his heart echoed right in his ears.
For Seong Ye-han, sex with I-rae always felt a little different. It wasn't just about using condoms unlike with the others. Their bond stretched back to his E-rank days. Her confession that she'd liked him since then... Back when he was a hopeless E-rank stubbornly clinging to vague dreams, her quiet acceptance of even that childish stubbornness—and her self-driven training to hit A-rank just a year after Hunter Academy graduation—moved him deeply.
The fact that someone had poured blood, sweat, and tears into a worthless guy from back then filled him with immense gratitude toward Park I-rae. She was proof that even E-rank Seong Ye-han had been worthy of love, lovable by others. That's why he'd treated her a bit differently without realizing it—whether for better or worse. But that subtle favoritism wasn't good for I-rae alone, or for Ye-hwa and the others. It was time to change.
Creak—
He finally reached I-rae's door and opened it. A soft yellow mood light, fetched from who-knows-where, bathed the room in a gentle glow. I-rae stood with her body wrapped in a large robe, her back turned. Even the faint outline of her form—her tightly cinched waist and voluptuous hips—captivated his gaze.
"I-rae?"
"Senior's here?"
As he spoke, she slowly turned. He'd half-expected her to dramatically fling open the robe and reveal her gift, but she didn't. Still, the flush on her bright tan skin, unmasked by the dim light, hinted at something thrilling inside.
Seong Ye-han stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He felt her feminine softness blended with the pleasing firmness honed by relentless effort.
"Ah—"
"Not gonna show me?"
With a teasing lilt, she ducked her head briefly, then lifted her eyes with resolve.
"No teasing, okay?"
"Of course not. Why would I tease you?"
Still anxious, she sought reassurance. He answered firmly. He was ready to compliment her no matter what she wore.
I-rae stepped back a few paces, slipping from his embrace, and cautiously moved her hands.
"O-okay then..."
Swish—swish—
She untied the robe's sash herself. The knot unraveled bit by bit.
A little more, and it would snap open, cascading down to reveal everything.
Gulp—
Seong Ye-han swallowed reflexively, eyes locked on her hands. It was like watching a thief eye a vault's lock clicking open—click, clunk—until the massive door swung wide.
Thud—
"Whoa—"
Seong Ye-han let out an involuntary exclamation at I-rae's revealed form. Right here was a white bunny with sun-kissed brown skin.
Her waistline hit first—firmly toned by muscle, it dove deep into her hips, synergizing with the lewd bunny girl outfit to accentuate her seductive curves. The stark white outfit contrasted her skin, and the sheer white mesh stockings hugging her legs had a heart-racing allure.
"What do you think, senior...?"
She asked, hand modestly covering her chest. Right—Ye-hwa had prepared this outfit. The size difference must be bothering her. Objectively, I-rae had great breasts, but comparing to Ye-hwa was tough. Personally, Seong Ye-han loved both Ye-hwa and Ha Yeon-ah's powerhouse sizes and I-rae or Seon-hui-noona's perfectly balanced ones. But women saw things differently...
To ease her shyness, he spoke.
"It's incredible."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Makes me want to pull you into my arms right now."
He took a step closer, staring intently. He hoped she felt his desire.
"Ehehe—"
His gaze landed; a smile bloomed on her face. Her cheeks stayed flushed, but the anxiety was gone.
Swish—
She lowered her arm from her chest and stepped toward him. Now, just a hand's reach apart. Her breasts, brimming with vivid bounce even visually, were lifted and cupped enticingly by the bunny suit's top. He wondered why she'd covered them—they looked perfect. Sure, on Ye-hwa they'd be monstrously destructive, but this had its own charm.
"You're really pretty."
"Saying that while staring at my chest feels kinda off, senior."
Even to her pouty response, he kept praising.
"No, seriously. You're so beautiful I can't find the words—makes me want to keep you like this forever."
"Th-that... makes me happy, ahaha."
"If there's such a thing as perfect teardrops, this is it. Maybe I'm witnessing a miracle right now."
"D-don't hype me up too much, senior..."
They say praise makes whales dance. Blushing and averting her eyes, she took another step closer. Face-to-face now, arms' length. He wrapped his around her waist, leaning down to meet her gaze. Due to their height difference, she looked up. Their faces filled each other's vision, her captivating red tint drawing him in most of all.
"Senior..."
"I-rae..."
No more words were needed—they were a luxury. Now, it was time to converse with their bodies.