Pure Freshman Should Be Made Into a Lewd Bunny
It was after I finished the bitch-training session with Cha Suah, my first appointment of the day, and was taking a short breather.
- Knock knock
About an hour later, an extremely careful, extremely polite knocking sound broke the silence of the office.
"Come in, please."
The moment my permission fell, the door eased open and my second appointment peeked her head in.
"Professor! Hello there~!"
"Ah, if it isn't Lee Songi. Welcome."
A fresh, youthful face that had only just shed its freshman sheen. It was Lee Songi, a first-year student, beaming brightly as she curled her big, gentle puppy-dog eyes into crescent moons.
Mm, that sunny, radiant energy.
Having just been dealing with Cha Suah — a virgin bitch performing her submission stance with a tail plug stuffed up her ass — the sight of such a bright, innocent face somehow felt like a cleanse for the soul.
Of course, while her face was one thing, her outfit was busy pouring gasoline all over the lower half of my body, which had only just barely regained its composure.
She wore a loose-looking cream oversized knit and a breezy tennis skirt. On paper, it was a perfectly ordinary college-girl look — but every time she took a step, one shoulder of the knit slid slippingly down, and that enormous cleavage of hers came pouring defenselessly into my field of view.
How could such an overwhelming presence exist on a petite frame that barely looked over 158 centimeters?
Every time she bowed her head in greeting, that heavy mass of flesh wobbled and swayed inside her knit, landing squarely in my sight.
Feeling my junior — drained from its workout earlier — straining to lift its head again, I cleared my throat.
"Come on in. Have a seat over here and make yourself comfortable."
"Okay! Thank you sooo much!"
Lee Songi sat down gracefully on the sofa in front of my desk, flashing a sweet smile.
I'd been inwardly bracing myself in case she, like Cha Suah, suddenly stripped everything off and threw herself at me like an animal in heat — but thankfully, she remained perfectly demure and well-mannered.
"So. Today's our first meeting since the semester started, right? Is there anything you'd like to ask me, Songi? Anything on your mind?"
"Hmm... well. There's something I need your permission for, Professor... Would it be all right if I told you about it?"
"Of course! Go right ahead."
"Okay...! So, you see... it's about the course called Animalistic Submission and Female Attitude..."
"Pfff—!!"
Hearing a class name I truly never expected, I spat out the water I'd been holding in my mouth.
Good grief. I'd been enthusiastically railing a lewd virgin bitch enrolled in that very course not an hour ago, and now Songi shows up with the same topic in hand?
Coming from such an utterly innocent face, my heart simply refused to settle down.
Lee Songi, blissfully unaware of my situation, stared at me with a startled expression.
"P-Professor, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just... a case I've been reviewing crossed my mind."
"H-here, my handkerchief! Use this to wipe it...!"
I accepted the handkerchief Lee Songi offered and dabbed around my mouth and hands.
How could anyone have a heart that kind?
Granted, I'd become an assistant professor at a department whose aesthetic was sleeping with women, but frankly, shamelessly defiling a girl like this made guilt prickle at me.
But a student had come to me with a concern about that class, and as her assistant professor, I had no choice but to hear her out in earnest.
"S-sure. In Animalistic Submission and Female Attitude, you're supposed to choose an animal when the class begins, right?"
"Yes, Professor!"
"Well then, have you given any thought to what you'd choose, Songi?"
"Hmm..."
Half dreading, half secretly hoping she'd say something like 'I want to be a bitch too!' just like Cha Suah — but mercifully, the answer that left her lips was a normal (?) one.
"Um... well, Professor. Honestly, no matter how hard I think about it, I just can't figure out which animal I should do."
"I see. Well, you are still a freshman — it's only natural that choosing proactively in a class like this would give you some pause."
"Right! From what I've seen, all the upperclassmen came to the first class having picked out the one beast they'd fully embody for the whole semester!"
Having said her piece, the cute freshman looked at me with a slightly sulky expression.
"But I've never really done anything like this before, and I'm just so lacking... I don't know what to pick."
"I see."
"Could you maybe recommend an animal that's a perfect fit for me, Professor?"
An animal that suited Lee Songi.
Finally facing a genuine professorial dilemma, I sank into serious contemplation.
The most standard-issue bitch — as I'd seen with Cha Suah — was filthier than imagination allowed, which wouldn't suit the cute type like Songi. But if I went with a cat, the aloof, dignified vibe wouldn't ring true for her either.
So I needed an animal that played up her adorable charm without being outright vulgar — yet also not something so dull it had neither fun nor impact.
Just as I was mulling it over, a single thought flashed through my mind.
"How about a bunny? A rabbit?"
"Wow! A bunny? Bunnies are super cute! But why a bunny?"
At her question, I smiled on the surface while frantically searching for an answer within.
Why I picked the rabbit, honestly, had a very clear reason.
A petite frame with gentle puppy-dog eyes. Yet chest assets of a completely mismatched, devastating size.
Seeing that combination, an illustration I'd once stumbled across online flashed through my mind — a busty bunny girl.
That figure, dressed in a bunny girl costume, hands raised to mimic rabbit ears...?
Yes. That would absolutely deliver a charm that was genuinely adorable yet somehow, inexplicably hot.
That was the thought process behind "rabbit" — but how on earth was I supposed to say that out loud?
I deliberated for a moment, then decided to simply tell about half of the truth.
"I just think the rabbit image suits you really well, Songi."
"Oh... a bunny!! Really? Does it suit me that much?"
"That's how it looks to me. Ah — though if you don't like it, feel free to say so..."
"No!! I love it. Bunny~. Hop hop~."
Mm, watching her like it so purely almost made me feel like I'd committed a fresh sin.
Still, this was clearly better than the bitch I'd had before, so I concluded this was fine.
Who knew, after all.
Maybe that pure student would one day discover the taste of a female, come looking for the most trustworthy person around — me.
Begging for my cock while asking me to teach her the true joys of being a proper bunny.
'Sure, it'd feel a bit awkward making the first move myself, but if she asks me to teach her, there's no rule saying I can't.'
As I smacked my lips in anticipation of a scene straight out of a doujinshi, my eyes landed on Lee Songi, staring straight at me.
If you look at me with eyes that innocent, the guy who just had those thoughts really does become a piece of garbage, doesn't he.
I cleared my throat, shaking off the strange thoughts, and looked at her.
"Anything else you'd like to talk about?"
"Um... hmm... it's still early in the semester, so..."
"Fair enough. Let's leave it for next time — if another meeting comes up, or if something regarding the practical comes up, we'll meet then."
"Sounds great...! Oh, but then... do I need to get bunny clothes on my own?"
"Don't worry about that. I'll prepare one for you myself."
"Really?! Thank you so much, Professor!"
"Hehe, it's nothing. Supporting my students is exactly what a professor is supposed to do."
Watching Lee Songi's genuine delight, I gave a warm, affable smile.
Of course, I'd made the offer so I could dress her in something very much like the bunny outfit I'd just imagined.
It would cost money, sure — but the assistant professor salary at Saul University was so incomparably larger than my convenience store wages that this much was pocket change.
"Then I'll see you at our next meeting."
"Yes! Thank you, Professor! Okay, I'll head out now~!"
With a truly beaming smile, Lee Songi bowed her head in farewell, then left the office on the lightest of footsteps — like a rabbit bouncing along — tossing one last greeting over her shoulder.
- Thud
Once the door closed and every trace of her presence had vanished, I slumped onto the sofa and let out a long, slow breath.
My lower half, still standing at rigid attention, kept throbbing, wrapped in the sweet fragrance she'd left behind.
"Haaah. She could genuinely drive a man insane."
Cha Suah, followed by the freshman Lee Songi. Dealing with two overwhelmingly gorgeous women back to back left me drained, body and mind alike.
It really was a cock-sock-puppet training department in a world of altered common sense — the quality of the students and their shameless, guilt-abandoned aggressiveness truly exceeded all imagination.
Honestly, I could've ended the day right there, drained and thinking of nothing at all. But the real highlight of today was still ahead.
The meeting with Baek Nahee — that delinquent bitch who'd dealt me a colossal humiliation at the reunion.
'Baek Nahee. Finally getting a proper meeting, huh. You walked right into it, girl.'
I rose from my seat, straightened my clothes, and glanced at the clock on the wall.
Our appointed meeting time had clearly come and gone, yet from the corridor outside the office, not even the sound of an ant's footsteps could be heard.
Right. Of course. Baek Nahee was never going to show up on time.
Actually, even better. The later she was, the more grounds I'd have to berate her for it — and then, under the noble banner of "education," I could administer a little sex education instead.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
Even after blowing past our appointment by a full thirty minutes, the firmly shut office door showed not the slightest hint of opening.
"That crazy bitch, seriously. I'm a professor of Saul University by name, and she's late to my face, on purpose?"
Granted, I hadn't expected the docile compliance of a Lee Songi or Cha Suah in the first place.
But blowing off an appointment time entirely? That was genuinely beyond the pale.
So her attitude score had already punched through negative and been buried six feet underground — a hopeless, unsalvageable flunker. Did she really think she could pull this in front of a professor?
- Buzz buzz
"What now...?"
Just as my irritation was creeping toward its limit, the smartphone in my pocket gave a short, sharp vibration.
I lit up the screen and found a single notification waiting in my messenger app. It was a message from Baek Nahee.
"What's this? Coming in late with the guilt finally catching up, so now she's sending excuses?"
So she did have some minimal shred of conscience after all.
Furrowing my brow, I opened the message window. And the moment I read what appeared on the screen, I couldn't believe my own eyes.
"...Hah?"