Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Bunny Girl Surprise
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Bunny girl.
A corset-style off-shoulder dress made of rayon, paired with rayon bunny ears, nylon stockings, a fluffy bunny tail, a bow tie, a collar-shaped choker, and cuffs—an oddly mismatched combination.
This outfit, born in 1960s America and surprisingly recent in history, originated when a club-operating company dressed its waitresses in costumes inspired by their logo: a rabbit in a tuxedo.
At first glance, it might seem like a lazy design—just slap bunny ears and a tail on a sexy outfit and call it a bunny girl. But it's actually a well-crafted piece that faithfully reproduces the logo while maximizing femininity and capturing the rabbit's inherently delicate, fragile image.
No one would deny that the bunny girl costume is highly effective at piquing male interest.
That's why, despite its short history, it's gained massive popularity and has become a staple in subcultures, appearing almost without fail.
The nagging doubts and unease I'd felt since yesterday stemmed from a primal urge buried deep within me, one that kept urging me to make a bunny girl outfit.
This might feel out of left field.
And it was.
It wasn't based on any rational or plausible reason.
Simply put, I wanted to see it. More elaborately, I couldn't stand the idea of having bunny ears without a bunny girl to go with them.
If you have maids, you need maid outfits. If you have bunny ears, you need bunny girls. It's common sense. It's a law of nature.
If you don't get it, just accept it as the way of the world.
So why did this urge hit me now, of all times?
Even I thought it was a bit much, but I just wanted to put bunny ears on that fierce tiger lady.
I wanted to see her get embarrassed, hesitate, and then slyly take them with her.
The thrill of reversing roles—turning predator into prey—creates a deliciously taboo atmosphere, with the added bonus of spicing things up.
A strong older sister who wouldn't normally go for it but would endure the embarrassment to please her husband...
That's pure, delectable monogamous bliss in one package.
The chance is slim, but passing up an opportunity to witness it would be a shame.
That's why I'd been clinging to these weird obsessions.
You might think I'm crazy.
But everyone gets inexplicably obsessed with something now and then.
It happens to me more often than most, but this time, the bunny girl was the swamp that swallowed me whole.
"What do you think?"
"Hmm..."
Already submerged up to my neck in that swamp, with no intention or will to escape, I grinned ear to ear as I asked Emily for her thoughts.
"The name feels a bit tacky compared to how it looks."
Emily furrowed her brow, focusing intently on the sketch. After blinking a few times, she slightly wrinkled her eyebrows and offered her curt opinion.
"Not wrong, but aren't most names like that anyway?"
Naming it "Bunny Girl" or "Rabbit Woman" does sound a bit corny.
But trace most names back to their origins, and they're all pretty half-assed. Cardigans come from a person's name, raglans or raglan tees from another, tailcoats because the back drags like a tail, babydolls from baby dolls. Names are way more casual than you'd think.
By that logic, "Bunny Girl" is perfectly respectable—hell, it's got solid roots.
"Well... okay, but what's with the bunny ears and corset combo? Aside from the ears, it has zero connection to rabbits, right?"
"There's a bunny tail and a fur collar too."
"And how does that connect to the corset?"
"Cute. Delicate. Pretty. Sexy."
There isn't really a connection.
Questioning the logic is missing the point—this isn't a theatrical costume meant for realism.
It's clothing designed to captivate attention, borrowing the soft, fragile image of a rabbit rather than replicating one literally.
Using imagery evoked by animals or objects lets you convey a role or vibe instantly, no explanation needed.
Swap the ears for cat ones, and boom—aloof, prickly, seductive beauty.
So if bunny ears are for crafting that image, they've done their job perfectly.
"Hmm... alright, I suppose..."
Seeing my shameless response, Emily's face twisted in confusion, her lips twitching. Sensing there was no real counterargument, she quickly gave up and nodded.
"Good luck with it."
"Thanks."
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Making the bunny girl outfit wasn't particularly challenging.
No rayon here, but silk works just fine. And off-shoulder sizing, once a headache, is no issue anymore with my improved skills.
The problem cropped up elsewhere, not with the clothes themselves.
How do you put animal ears and a tail on someone who already has ears and a tail?
Humans don't have them, so headbands fit fine.
But beastkin? Their ears and tails overlap exactly where the accessories need to go.
You might think it's like adding frills, but the awkwardness levels are worlds apart.
Frills decorate ears; multiples make it look like extra ears.
Luckily, the ears were easy to fix.
Tiger ears are tiny compared to rabbit ones.
Leave empty space inside the long, wide bunny ears, and tiger ears slip right in.
The tail was trickier.
Bunny girl tails are round and fluffy white puffs. Tiger tails are long cylinders.
Some rabbit breeds have longer tails, sure, but in bunny girl land? No way.
"Ugh..."
After agonizing, I decided to make the tail bigger, hoping it'd fluff up enough. Ratios might suffer a bit.
If it doesn't fit, I'll just have to instruct removal.
Ears in black silk to match the outfit.
Around the neck, a white stole for extra fluff instead of the collar choker.
Pure white cuffs at the wrists.
Sheer pantyhose below.
"Perfect..."
I've barely cut the fabric, haven't touched the pantyhose, but it already feels flawless.
How stunning will it look once sewn?
"Heh heh."
This is making me happy.
Honestly, if it's gorgeous enough, might even catch the countess's eye?
If not...
Sad, but it'd end up in storage or resized for someone.
Elizabeth or Emily—either works.
Both would give me looks of utter disdain, no doubt.
Wait, that's not good.
Got too excited; my thought process got a little tainted.
"...Hand the fabric to Adelaide and get to the main job..."
I lightly slapped my cheeks, banishing visions of grim futures I shouldn't dwell on, and finally started the countess's commission—pushing the bunny girl aside for now.
Too late? Nah, headbands and babydolls are simple; half a day max.
Adelaide's got it.
"Heh heh..."
A chuckle escaped at my shameless scheming.
I dreaded yet anticipated the countess's reaction upon spotting the bunny girl amid her commissioned clothes.
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The outfit finished ahead of schedule.
Strong motivation made my hands fly.
Alerting the countess right away, she promptly sent a servant to the townhouse, asking if we could meet the next day—Saturday weekend notwithstanding—to pick it up.
"Thanks for accommodating me so readily."
"No trouble. I like finishing quick too."
I prefer speed myself, so our meeting was set for Saturday in the empty atelier.
"I love how efficient you are. Do you take dress commissions?"
"Not yet, but by next year, I plan to."
"Let me know when."
Her tail had been wagging nonstop since entering—clearly no empty flattery. Without even checking the clothes, she sat in the lounge chair and voiced her dress interest.
"Enough chit-chat; to business."
"Understood."
I hadn't even settled in when the impatient countess stared daggers at the baskets on the table, urging me on.
Her enthusiasm from the start sparked a twinge of anxiety—would she be disappointed upon seeing them?
"Items inside; please inspect."
"......"
Confident in my work, I slid a basket her way and lifted the lid.
Pulling it close without a word, the countess unpacked the clothes and accessories, her pupils dilating as she examined them meticulously.
"......"
"......"
Tense moment.
I bit my parched lips, awaiting her verdict.
"Excellent."
"Phew..."
After minutes of silence, her single word emerged.
Tension melted like a snapped rubber band; a grin bloomed across my face.
"To your liking?"
"Exactly as envisioned. Very pleased."
Smiling contentedly, she closed the lid and handed the basket to her attendant behind her. Leaning back, she eyed the table.
"But... what's that basket?"
"This one?"
"Yes. You wouldn't place an identical one without reason. Mine fits here; what's that doing there? It's been nagging at me."
She noticed the other basket faster than expected.
I'd planned to subtly steer her interest, but her initiative kept my lips from drooping.
"A hobby project of mine... Thought it might suit you, so I brought it."
"Suit me?"
"Yes. But one issue made me hesitate to show it."
"What issue?"
"......"
I paused dramatically, glancing between basket and countess.
"It's... a bit embarrassing, something shameful to see... That's why."
I fidgeted my lips repeatedly, answering her question slowly, hesitantly, vaguely.
"......"
Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as she probed my intent. Her gaze locked on me through slitted lids, unblinking.
"Show me."
"Really alright?"
"Just show it. You said it suits me; there must be something to it."
"Very well..."
At her firm insistence, I stifled a laugh and carefully grasped the basket.
With deliberate care, I opened the lid.
"This is..."