"Who the Hell Are You!"
Rose shouted in a sharp, furious voice, but the men only chuckled quietly among themselves.
“Looks like you’re a bit too tense. Don’t worry. I’ll cover the cost of the broken glass.”
A well-dressed man spoke as he placed the shattered cocktail glass fragments onto a tray. But from the way he carried himself and the reactions of those around him, it was obvious he was the one who had groped her ass.
“Was it you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You….”
Rose couldn’t finish the sentence. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words—did you touch my ass?—or admit that she had become an object of sexual desire. Yet it was the truth, and a strange flutter rose in her chest. She forced her pounding heart to calm down, gathered the glass shards, and returned to the bartender.
The bartender had watched her being harassed and done nothing to help. Even now, he went about his work as if nothing had happened. In the end, she had no choice but to endure it.
That’s right. It’s just a lump of fat. Whether they touch it or not, I shouldn’t care.
If it was only this much, and if she didn’t have to act coy like the other bunny girls, she could barely hold on.
“This one’s a requested drink.”
The bartender slid over a glass of what looked like potent liquor and pointed toward a group in the corner.
“Take it over there. They might try to talk to you. If you entertain them well, you might have some fun.”
“I’m not here for that.”
“Right. That’s true. My apologies.”
Rose shook her head slightly as she headed toward the designated table. But the gold coins she had entrusted to the bartender kept flashing through her mind. A blessed body that could earn a fortune with just a few words. The “fun” the bartender spoke of lingered in her head. Yet because it sounded exactly like what a whore would do, she tried hard to push the thought away.
As Rose approached the table, the men there were already watching her with clear interest. Most of her skin was exposed, with only the most critical areas barely covered. Her breasts and groin, her hips swaying seductively.
Clack.
Rose set the glass down on the table with a sullen thud and tried to turn away.
“Why don’t you stay and play for a while?”
The men made space for her in the center of the sofa. There was a rule that she couldn’t refuse a customer’s request, but the empty seat surrounded by men looked far too dangerous.
“I’m sorry. I’m still on duty.”
Rose refused as politely as she could, but the men wouldn’t back down.
“Don’t worry. We’ll put in a good word with the bartender and the manager. You must be tired—why not rest for a bit?”
Rose glanced toward the bartender. It was less about reading his mood and more like a plea for help. But he deliberately looked elsewhere, as if he hadn’t noticed. With no other choice, Rose had to sit in the spot they had prepared for her.
The men at the table already had several bunny girls with them, but the moment Rose appeared, those girls were pushed into the background. Still, unlike the low-class bunny girls she had met in the waiting room downstairs, they didn’t show any jealousy. They simply focused on their duty of entertaining the men.
“When I first saw you, I thought you were a noble lady who’d been sold off. But that doesn’t seem to be the case. Where are you from?”
Rose couldn’t just say she was a pirate.
“I’m just a wanderer. I got unlucky and fell into debt, so I agreed to work as a bunny girl for just one day.”
Since she was already caught, Rose had no desire to speak politely to flatter them.
“So you gambled, huh?”
The man showed interest at the word wanderer.
“Something like that.”
“In that case, how about coming to live at my place?”
It didn’t sound like a marriage proposal. It was an invitation to become his plaything.
“I’m not the type who likes following someone around.”
“I figured as much.”
The man looked disappointed and placed the drink Rose had brought in front of her.
“Here. This one’s for you.”
“I’m working.”
“It’s fine when a customer offers. You said this is your first time, right? It’ll help you relax.”
The man deliberately emphasized the word customer. In truth, it was a threat. Rose had no choice but to take the glass.
At that moment, the man who had offered her the drink pressed himself tightly against her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. So that’s what you wanted, Rose thought, anger surging through her. But she held it in and lifted the glass. The moment the rim touched her lips, every man’s gaze locked onto her.
Since she didn’t want to stay in this place for even one more second, Rose began gulping the liquor down in one go. The strong alcohol burned her throat like fire. Drops that spilled past her lips trickled down onto her chest, becoming eye candy for the men, but she paid them no mind.
Clack!
Rose slammed the empty glass onto the table as if to make a point.
“Happy now?”
She wanted to escape now, but the hand around her waist refused to let go. Instead, it wriggled as if praising her and began to stroke her. Another man pressed in from the opposite side. Rose was now completely trapped between them.
She looked around as if seeking rescue. The bartender was still pretending not to notice, while the bunny girls in the same position watched her with sparkling, intrigued eyes.
“Ugh…”
Rose’s head throbbed from downing the strong liquor in one breath. In that moment, the hand at her waist slowly crept upward until it cupped the side of her breast.
“What the—!”
Rose flinched and shoved the hand away. Laughter erupted not only from the men at the table but from the bunny girls as well. It was the sound of tormenting a clumsy, socially awkward loser.
And only now did astonishing scenes begin to register in Rose’s eyes. The bunny girls at the table were subtly allowing the men’s touches. Not only were their breasts being fondled over their clothes—some men had slipped their hands inside entirely to grope them directly. When a man playfully tickled or pinched a nipple, the bunny girl would whine and act spoiled, but she never pushed the man’s hand away.
Rose realized she had been under a massive delusion. The refined, calm appearance was all fake. They could afford to look calm because they had no need to fight for women. Every woman here was already in the palm of their hands.
The man’s hand moved toward Rose’s breast again. All eyes were on her. They seemed to say they would overlook one instance as cuteness, but there would be no second chance. In the end, Rose yielded to those judging stares.
“Hngh…”
The man’s hand covered her breast completely. The so-called clothing was practically nonexistent, so he was essentially touching bare skin except for the nipple area.
“Not only is the size perfect, the shape and elasticity are top-notch. I’ve never seen breasts like these before. Incredible.”
The man watched Rose’s reaction as he began slowly kneading her breast. It felt horrible, but she endured it by recalling what had happened at the spa and Alex’s warning about what might happen if she upset them.
Her breast changed shape under the man’s touch, even being pressed together to show off her cleavage to the other men in front. Yet Rose tried to act as indifferent as possible.
It’s just a lump of fat. Nothing but a lump of fat.
She squeezed her eyes shut and repeated the words to herself. But the man had no intention of giving her room to escape. He found her nipple through the thin fabric and pinched it.
“Hngh!”
Rose had tried not to show any reaction to the men. The more she reacted to their teasing, the more she showed her suffering, the more they would enjoy it—she knew that well. But it wasn’t something she could control with willpower alone. The man was skilled at handling women. He didn’t just pinch her nipple; he knew exactly how to torment a female body in ways that brought it pleasure.
Rose bit down hard on her lower lip to hide the fact that her nipples were being targeted. But the more she did so, the more persistent the man’s touch became.
Because this was Rose’s first time experiencing a man’s touch—and because she had never been a woman before—she had no idea how she looked to others. Her cheeks were already flushed, and her face had twisted into something close to tears as she struggled to endure the strange sensations creeping up inside her.
The man savored her expression, slowly pinching her nipple, releasing it, then gently rolling it between his fingers. Because her outfit was so thin, the soft touch felt almost as if he were caressing bare skin. Rose’s heart began to race faster and faster.
She didn’t want to admit it, but her body was starting to become aroused by this man’s touch. Because she had entered a game with the adult mode installed, and because that mode included a female sexual sensitivity system, her body was betraying her—growing excited by this disgusting touch against her will.
Tap.
While that was happening, a new cocktail glass was placed in front of Rose. Another bunny girl had brought it. The pink, sweet-looking cocktail somehow appeared obscene.
“You’ll need this.”
The man who had been kneading her breast pulled a gold coin from his pocket and dropped it into the cocktail. At this point, Rose no longer cared about gold coins. She simply hoped that once she drank this, they would let her go. Of course, she knew they wouldn’t release her that easily, but she was in no position to refuse.
“If I drink this, that’s it, right?”
“Don’t be so cold. Let’s have some fun together. The bartender’s pretending not to see anyway. If you just play here instead of working, isn’t that better for you too? You won’t have to deal with perverts like that one from earlier.”
The man spoke shamelessly while still fondling her breast. He picked up the cocktail glass and placed it in her hand. Rose glared at him and slowly drank the cocktail. It was a drink that combined a sweetness that seemed to melt her brain with an intense heat that set her chest on fire. She still emptied the entire glass in one go without pausing. It was the only way she could show she wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
But the more stubbornly she resisted, the more obscene the man’s touch became, as if determined to break her.
“Stop it.”
She had endured as long as she could. Finally, she grabbed the man’s wrist. His hand, no longer satisfied with touching her over her clothes, had been trying to slip inside. Since her outfit was little more than a wire frame holding her breasts precariously in place, it would have been easy for him to push his hand in if he wanted.
The man, who had been deliberately teasing her to make her desperate, looked surprised.
“Do you know what that cocktail you drank is? It’s a specialty you can only taste in the VIP hall of Nostrum Casino. And it’s very popular with women like you.”
“You son of a bitch… what the hell did you make me drink?”
“It’s nothing strange. It’s just alcohol. With a few secret spices added. You should start feeling it soon. Don’t you feel a little hot?”
Just as the man said, Rose was feeling an intense wave of heat. The warmth she had felt while drinking the cocktail hadn’t faded; it felt like it was flowing through every vein in her body. It was similar to the sensation she had experienced at the spa when she had been soaked in Succubus Blood.
“It’s called Eros’s Kiss. It’s a drink lovers share before they intertwine their bodies. We amplified the effect by adding special spices, so your body will heat up in no time.”
“Hyaah!”
He pinched her nipple over her clothes once more, and an unbelievably lewd moan slipped from her lips.
“Don’t worry. It’ll feel good. You said you’re only working here for today, right? Then let’s make it a night you can enjoy and forget. Or, on the other hand, a night you’ll never be able to forget for the rest of your life.”
The man whispered into Rose’s ear as he slowly slid his hand inside her clothes. This time, Rose couldn’t stop him. Even though she felt repulsion and desperately wanted to push his hand away, and even though the choker wasn’t draining her strength, for some strange reason she couldn’t block his hand.
“Ugh… nngh… no… this is wrong…”
The man who had finally gotten his hand on her bare breast began tormenting her nipple. He rolled the now-hard, erect bud this way and that, gently pressing it between his thumb and forefinger. Rose’s body began to twitch little by little.
The longer the fondling of her breasts continued, the more lewd the atmosphere at the entire table became. The men and bunny girls were kissing, and the mood was practically an orgy—only actual sex was missing.
“Haa… haa…”
Rose had no attention to spare for the surrounding atmosphere. She was too busy fighting the ecstasy that was filling her body. It was different from what had happened at the spa. Back then, her partners had been women. Aside from the shame of being naked, she had felt less aversion or disgust toward being touched. But this was different. This man was deliberately arousing her with clear intent. If she became drunk on pleasure and unable to do anything, he would take what he wanted. That must not happen.
“Huu… hng…”
Yet with her breasts and nipples completely claimed and under attack, only delicate moans kept flowing from Rose’s lips. And her body was slowly beginning to open up. The other man who had been pressed tightly against her side finally reached out. His hand moved toward the space between her now slightly parted thighs.
“W-wait! Where do you think you’re touching?! Hnngh…!”
When Rose tried to resist by covering her groin, the hand on her breast twisted her nipple as punishment. In that way, both her breasts and her groin were taken by the men.
“This is a bit bothersome.”
The man who had been stroking her groin over her clothes quickly grew tired of it. He pushed aside the narrow strip of fabric that had worried her from the beginning, fully exposing her most private place.
“Kyaa, what are you doing?”
The other bunny girls let out fake screams, but mixed within them was a clear thrill of satisfaction. What greater ecstasy could there be than watching a being several times more beautiful than themselves—who had stolen the men’s attention in an instant—fall into ruin before their eyes?
Under the bunny girls’ gazes, the man spread Rose’s slit. The soft pink place that had never allowed any intrusion was almost pure white. A sacred place that none of the women here possessed, one that therefore stirred even greater jealousy and hatred. The bunny girls seemed to be waiting eagerly for these men to mercilessly trample it.
“You’re already soaking wet. You were acting all coy, but were you actually looking forward to this? Or do you have a taste for resisting on purpose so you can be punished?”
The man whispered to Rose as he slipped a finger into her slit and rubbed it. Just as he said, while her nipples had been relentlessly toyed with, she had already become wet. Rose had been aware of it, but she had tried to pretend otherwise.
“Don’t touch me there…”
“It would be too sad to leave this place alone.”
His finger, now coated with her juices, moved upward to the small nub above her slit. He began gently rolling her clitoris. Rose wanted to slap his hand away, but her body wouldn’t move. The alcohol that made her head buzz and the pleasure that had begun to dominate her body were preventing her from resisting without any need for force.
Please stop.
Rose’s mind was filled with screams, but her hands wouldn’t move. Her body was begging for the man’s hands to continue caressing her, to shower her with endless pleasure. It was all because of that damn aphrodisiac.
When she had installed the mode, Rose had read the description for Succubus Blood. The drug amplified a woman’s sexual sensitivity and turned her into a slave of pleasure. The problem was that its effects were permanent. The maids had not only made her absorb the drug into every inch of her body without leaving a single gap, they had also made her drink it during fellatio training and had thoroughly soaked the inside of her pussy with it. There seemed to be no way to escape the pleasure the men were pouring onto her.
Then it happened. The finger that had been tormenting her clitoris slowly slid downward. It was trying to open her final line of defense and enter her.
Slap—!
And her hand flew like lightning. She struck the man’s cheek with such force that his head whipped to the side.