Two Bunnies for the Tired One?
Una found herself in the room alone with Beatrice, receiving a single set of clothing from her.
“Put this on.”
“...Huh?”
Una stared at Beatrice in genuine disbelief, clutching the garment. The fabric gleamed with a smooth, polished sheen under the room’s soft lighting. At the precise location where the collarbones would sit, a cluster of pristine white cotton fluff dangled. Beside it lay the matching bunny-ear headband, as if it belonged there by nature.
Beatrice simply smiled. Una could only stare blankly.
She had been cornered by Beatrice.
Perfectly trapped between the two women, she felt herself locked away in an embrace he had never expected to experience in quite this form. What exactly was he trapped inside? Why had it happened at all?
He had grown used to being between them, but nothing—nothing—should have become familiar to him. The way their bodies pressed close, the slight swell of flesh that rose just enough to brush against him, the glossy sheen of the clothing that caught the light. The tall, fluffy ears standing straight up on his head. The black stockings that hugged his thighs like a second skin.
Bunny girls.
Una and Beatrice sat right beside him, still dressed in the exact same outfit, their bodies glued to his sides.
The concept of “woman” in a bunny outfit was nothing new. In his previous life, when he had no strength left to survive on his own, he had been reduced to nothing but a parasite that lived off others. Countless women had worn every possible costume—stripper outfits, maid uniforms, even stranger variations he had never bothered to catalog—simply to tempt him into breeding with them. Some had gone so far as to try inverse bunny-girl versions and slipped into his bed under cover of night.
He had merely knocked them out and tossed them to the monsters in the area. But with so many appearing, he had stopped bothering with the mess and simply killed them instead, leaving the bodies where they fell so no one would ever find them.
That was the way of the professional seductresses he had known back then. Not the gentle, maternal Una, nor the proud, devoted Beatrice. If those two were somehow comparable to the women of his past, he would have squeezed the very souls from them and tortured them to death with his own hands.
So why were they acting like this? What had he done wrong?
Even setting aside the fact that these were professional seductresses and he felt nothing but disgust toward them, he had spent the entire time trying to figure out what he had done to earn this. The answer remained the same.
He had no idea. He did not understand why they had suddenly changed or what he had done wrong. He could not move at all.
Their bodies were so close that even the tiniest shift would have brushed against them. He could not escape the contact.
If he asked why they were doing this, he would have shrugged and said it was a man’s burden, but he knew it was not that simple. Beatrice’s words had left him in an ambiguous, half-willing state of confusion.
“Beatrice… this really isn’t right?”
[You must not look at me that way.]
“I’m serious, though! What exactly am I not allowed to do?!”
If he could just move even a little, he would understand. But he could not move. Beatrice had forbidden it. If he simply stayed still and did nothing, what kind of restriction could that possibly be? Yet she had said he must not move, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Even though he was sandwiched between them, he could not do a single thing.
Still, he was grateful he could not do much of anything at all.
“Um… here, Cheon-seong-ah. Drink something? Maybe a drink?”
“Ah, Yuna. Thanks. I’ll drink it.”
That was the only action he was allowed to take right now. Receive something from Yuna and Beatrice. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Fortunately, Yuna had offered a cold drink that perfectly matched his overheated body. He drank it with genuine delight.
It tasted better than he had expected. The glass contained a simple orange slice and the drink’s natural color, yet it was far more flavorful. The bright, zesty orange aroma filled his mouth. The cool, refreshing chill instantly calmed his burning body, followed by a sweet aftertaste that lingered. The faint bitterness at the very end kept the sweetness from becoming cloying, while the orange’s zest and sweetness chased away every trace of that bitterness. Another sip, and the cycle continued.
“You drank it well, Yuna.”
“U-um… yes, Cheon-seong-ah.”
But why did Yuna keep avoiding his gaze? Was she embarrassed by the bunny-girl outfit? And why did her face look like it was split into two? And… why did his body feel even hotter now? Was it just in his head?
“Umm… suddenly a bit dizzy… I’ll be right back. Gotta go pee.”
Thud.
As he tried to stand to go drink water, Beatrice grabbed his arm and handed him the same drink he had just finished.
[Why don’t you just drink more of this instead of going for water?]
“Umm… okay. Thanks, Beatrice.”
Even though his body still felt warm, it was nowhere near painful. So he kept drinking the beverage Beatrice had given him.
One empty glass, two, three. Cheon-seong’s cheeks burned an unnatural shade of crimson.
Kang!
His body swayed dangerously. With a loud thud against the table, he collapsed sideways.
“C-Cheon-seong-ah? Are you okay?!”
Yuna asked in worry as she stared at the heavily slumped Cheon-seong. At the question, he lifted his head with a shaky motion and stared at her, blinking rapidly.
“Ah! Yuna-ya~~!”
Whoosh.
“Ah! C-Cheon-seong-ah?”
Then, suddenly, he flashed her a bright, cheerful smile and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his cheek against hers like a puppy seeking affection. Yuna, seeing an unfamiliar side of Cheon-seong for the first time, was left stunned and bewildered.
“Hehe… Yuna-ya.”
“So… so cute.”
Although he had always been gentle, there was still something rigid about him. This pure, puppy-like softness was overwhelmingly adorable. Yuna covered her mouth, while Cheon-seong simply hugged her tightly and rubbed his cheek against hers again.
“Cute…! This isn’t it! Noona, what exactly was Cheon-seong drinking?”
Yuna knew he had not brought the drink himself, so she assumed it was one prepared by Beatrice. She asked her directly. Beatrice, still cradling the head of the man hugging her, stroked his hair and answered casually.
[It’s nothing special. It was simply a cocktail containing alcohol.]
“A cocktail? So he’s drunk now? Wait, but Cheon-seong doesn’t even get drunk from normal alcohol. How is he drunk then?”
Neither Yuna nor Cheon-seong was a heavy drinker, but they had shared drinks once when they were adults. Yuna had worried he might be drinking with another woman, while Cheon-seong had stayed sober to protect her from any perverts who might try something after she got drunk.
Yuna had secretly hoped he would pin her down under the alcohol’s influence, but even as he drank, bottle after bottle appeared beside him. Yet he never got tipsy. Instead, he had passed out first, spent the night at his place, and when morning came, he had been lying in his own bed with Yuna there to cure his hangover.
Even after drinking that much and remaining completely sober, Cheon-seong had somehow become drunk from just three cocktails. Yuna could not believe it. Beatrice, who had anticipated this reaction, explained.
[The cocktail Cheon-seong drank was something I made myself.]
“Noona made the alcohol? Then, noona, you also know how to make cocktails?”
[Having lived this long, of course. The alcohol used in the cocktail was simply very special.]
“Special enough that Cheon-seong gets drunk after just three glasses?”
Yuna knew Beatrice was the First Heavenly Demon, so of course she knew how to brew cocktails and create alcohol. But how special could the alcohol be that it only took three glasses to make him this drunk?
Cheon-seong could drink from the green bottle straight out of the bottle and remain completely sober.
He simply had no reason to drink before and nothing to gain by drinking. If he had been a real drinker, the house would have been stocked to the brim. Yuna had known that. The mystery only grew larger.
[Huhu. That is a secret.]
Beatrice told Yuna it was a secret and spread her arms wide toward Cheon-seong.
“Ah…! Master~~!”
Cheon-seong called her “Master” for the first time, even though she was right in front of him, and hugged her tightly.
“Hehe, Master…”
[Yes, you are my disciple.]
“Hehe… Master, good.”
Drunk and slurring his words, he rubbed his cheek against Beatrice’s and called her good. Beatrice smiled at the sight and hugged him even tighter.
“Uuu… Noona. Let me hug Cheon-seong too.”
[You cannot, Yuna. You hugged him longer than I did, did you not?]
Yuna, jealous, said she wanted to hug him too. Beatrice, hiding Cheon-seong behind her, turned her body away and answered firmly.
“Ah! Noona~~! Please!”
[I said you cannot.]
“U-um… ouch!”
“Ah! Cheon-seong-ah?”
[My dear?]
Cheon-seong, who had been listening to their conversation while nestled in Beatrice’s arms, broke free, wrapped his arms around both their waists, and hugged them at the same time.
“Hehe. Now this is perfect. No fighting.”
“That’s right, Cheon-seong-ah.”
[Now this is perfect.]
Hugging both of them simultaneously, he grinned brightly and rubbed his cheeks against theirs while declaring it was now perfect. Yuna and Beatrice glanced at each other, then both smiled and hugged him back.
Cheon-seong looked up at their faces with sparkling eyes and said brightly, “I love you both. Really, really.”
‘Ugh… my head hurts.’
My head hurt.
What was this?
Why was my head suddenly hurting?
And why was my head hurting?
I had survived being tortured and had my brain touched by a dagger. Yet this sudden headache confused him completely.
And my body felt heavy.
Someone seemed to be pressing down on him from above.
He lifted his heavy eyelids, which felt as if they were soaked in water, and looked forward. The first thing he saw was a pair of white mounds resting on his body and the beautiful face of a goddess.
“Umm… Bea… tri… ce?”
[Are you awake, my dear? You must have been very tired. You fell asleep so suddenly.]
“I fell asleep suddenly? Ugh… why does my head hurt like this?”
[Let me check.]
Beatrice’s slender, delicate hand touched his forehead when he complained of a headache. He unconsciously grabbed her hand, and the coolness of it made him feel better. Beatrice looked at him with love in her eyes and explained.
[It is a stress-induced headache. Wait a moment.]
A pure white platinum light spread from her hand, enveloping him. The excruciating pain in his head vanished as if it had never existed.
[Are you better now?]
Beatrice asked as she withdrew her hand. Cheon-seong nodded, though his expression remained strangely vague.
Beatrice asked if there was still any pain left. He denied it. When she asked why he was making that face, he hesitated, as if unsure whether he should say it.
“Beatrice. That light you used just now… was it heavenly power?”
The pure white platinum light that had spread from Beatrice’s hand was clearly similar to the heavenly power she had used to heal him in his previous life when Afinity had helped him.
[Huhu. Why are you asking so seriously about something so simple.]
“No, but… it feels like I shouldn’t ask Beatrice to use heavenly power.”
Heavenly power belonged to every Celestial, which meant it was the power Beatrice’s fellow Celestials—the ones she had betrayed—had used.
Beatrice had heavenly power because she was a Celestial. She had always been reluctant to use it, though. Now that she was offering it because of him, he felt a pang of worry.
Beatrice blinked in momentary surprise at the consideration and concern he showed. Then her eyes curved into crescents as she pulled him close and said, “I am reluctant, but I am your lover, not just your master who is a Celestial. If you are in pain and I can heal you with this power, how could I not use it?”
[She used the heavenly power she is reluctant to use… because of me…]
From Beatrice’s words, he felt two emotions.
First, guilt that she had used heavenly power because of him.
And second, a deep love for the fact that she had used it anyway.
How could this not be love? The image of his lover using the power she hated using because of a man like him… how could it not be love?
To express that feeling, he hugged Beatrice tightly and kissed her red lips, which were as plump as a wild rose’s.
Beatrice accepted the kiss and wrapped her arms around his body. But he had no intention of stopping there.
Still kissing her, he knocked with his tongue against hers. Beatrice trembled slightly from the sudden movement. After a moment, she slowly opened the door.
Tongues intertwined. Her white cheeks grew red. Their hot breaths brushed across each other’s faces while the wet sounds of kissing slowly filled the room.
Smooth.
One of Beatrice’s hands, wrapped around his neck, slipped free and then grasped his slender hand, pulling it to her massive chest.
Both their faces flushed red. The room grew hot alongside the wet kissing sounds.