Enrollment (6) - Status Addition
“Oh my, oh my! Luna. Are you all right? I heard something terrible happened at the academy today. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”
The moment I opened the inn door, Aunt’s worries came pouring out.
“I’m fine. Nothing happened here at the inn?”
“Nothing outside the academy either. You have no idea how worried I was when I heard the news. Oh dear. Sweetie, you’ve got a cut right here!”
“Huh? Ah. It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
It was a scrape I’d gotten while rolling across the floor to dodge an undead beast’s attack, catching myself on a jagged piece of stone.
Given how revealing my outfit was, a few small cuts were inevitable.
At least the game character’s sturdy body meant it ended with just scratches. If it had been my original body, it might have left scars.
“Oh my, oh my. A young lady can’t go around with scars. I’ll give you some ointment, so put it on.”
Aunt kept fussing, her hands roaming over my body as she repeated “oh my, oh my.”
Only after I showed her the recovery potion the academy had given every new student did she finally calm down.
I’d been saving it for later, but there was no helping it now.
One worried aunt was manageable, but when Leni came running out crying, “Bunny big sis, does it hurt? Are you badly hurt?” I couldn’t win against that.
Kids were cheating.
I returned to my room and stripped in front of the full-length mirror.
“Huh. I got hurt here too. …And here?”
Once I actually took my clothes off and checked, there were quite a few injuries.
They were small enough that scabs would form in minutes, but there were so many that it was understandable why others would worry.
I applied the potion while studying my reflection.
Even a lesser recovery potion was still a potion. The light scratches healed the moment I spread it on, as if time itself had reversed.
While rubbing the medicine into my skin, I thought back to today’s fight.
It wasn’t my first battle since possessing this body.
Over the past two weeks I’d gone outside the city and fought the usual fantasy lineup—goblins and the like—teaching myself how to handle combat.
One at a time, then several, eventually moving past goblins to orcs.
I hadn’t been playing around the whole time, but I still couldn’t call myself experienced.
After all, I’d originally been a modern person with zero connection to fighting.
The only fighting knowledge I had was the taekwondo I learned as a student and the occasional MMA video the algorithm randomly shoved down my throat.
Even so, I’d managed a decent fight.
I never got a single attack in until the very end, but facing a massive wolf that genuinely wanted to kill me without taking a single hit was, even by my own standards, pretty impressive.
It was all thanks to this beastman body.
Especially being a rabbit beastman seemed to have a big effect.
How to put it… I could instinctively tell where danger was coming from.
My danger sense alone was sharp enough to be called a sixth sense.
Looking back, I still couldn’t believe how I’d dodged everything so perfectly.
Recalling the claws that had flashed right in front of my eyes…
“…Ah.”
Without realizing it, the girl in the mirror was kneading her own breasts.
…Well, that was the thing.
Becoming a rabbit beastman didn’t come with only advantages.
Click.
I double-checked that the door was properly locked.
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In this world, beastmen looked like ordinary humans with animal ears and tails attached.
Real beastman enthusiasts might hemorrhage at the sight and insist this wasn’t what beastmen were supposed to be, but that was simply how they looked here.
If you hid the ears and tail, they were indistinguishable from humans. Still, they were beastmen, so they retained some animal traits.
For example, as a rabbit beastman, I had powerful legs.
So powerful that kicking a training dummy hurt it more than swinging a steel mace. Even if I was wearing boots with metal plates.
And, just like today, my danger sense and evasion ability were extremely high.
But being a beastman wasn’t all upsides.
First, my magic-related stats were drastically lower. I’d probably have to give up on learning magic.
On the other hand, my physical stats were naturally high, so it wasn’t all bad.
Also, I couldn’t wear clothes that covered much skin. It didn’t seem related to being a beastman at all, but it was true.
It wasn’t like I wanted to walk around with my limbs and navel exposed. Covering up made me feel suffocated, like I couldn’t breathe.
And lastly—this one seemed to be unique to rabbit beastmen like me…
My sex drive was strong.
That said, it wasn’t so bad that I’d grab random people and commit reverse rape or anything.
Roughly on the level of a middle-school boy? That was about how it felt when I thought back to my old memories.
So, what had I done every day back when I was at that age…?
- Schlick…
“Ahn…”
The lewd sound of water filled the shower room. A sweet, melting voice followed.
Reflected in the mirror was a beautiful girl with rabbit ears, sitting with her legs spread wide, showing no shame at all.
Her snow-white hair and skin were flushed red with excitement.
She squeezed her large breasts tightly, pinching and twisting her nipples. Her sturdy body turned even rough treatment into pure pleasure.
“Ahn… Not enough… This isn’t enough…”
The hand that had been kneading her chest slid downward and rubbed her folds.
Unlike the fluffy hair on her head, the skin between her legs was smooth and hairless. She covered it with her fingers and traced slow circles.
Her tightly closed lips parted slightly with the movement, revealing a hint of pink inside.
“Nngh… Feels good… This feels good… A little more…”
When the stimulation grew too intense, she paused for a moment to rest.
During that brief break, she spread herself open with her fingers. A thin trickle of arousal slipped from the narrow entrance that looked barely wide enough for a pinky.
The sight was so erotic that her hand moved again.
She squeezed her breasts and fingered herself.
Her own reflection was the material.
The pretty, big-breasted girl in the mirror struck whatever lewd pose she imagined, exposing even her most secret parts without hiding anything.
If this wasn’t hypnosis, what was?
Every time she saw an obscene position in the mirror that she’d only ever seen in drawings before, her excitement spiked higher.
“Ahn…! …Hng.”
Her fingers brushed her clit.
The sudden rush of pleasure made her voice jump, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut.
Maybe because this was a game world, the inn had excellent soundproofing. Closing the door made the noisy chatter from the dining hall almost inaudible.
But it wasn’t perfect.
“Almost” inaudible meant that if you listened carefully, you could still hear.
Maybe someone had heard her moans… The thought made her short tail twitch.
Of course, moans this quiet wouldn’t carry. She’d never heard anyone having sex in the next room either.
Still, just imagining it sent shivers down her spine.
Creak. She turned the faucet, and the showerhead sprayed water.
- Shhhhh…
The sound of rushing water drowned out everything else. Now no one would hear.
But even in a game world, water wasn’t unlimited or free. She had to finish quickly.
So…
She spread her folds, exposing the delicate membrane, and brought the showerhead close.
“Kyaaah…!!”
The thin but powerful stream battered her sensitive flesh.
It struck her folds, her clit, her urethra. One stream even tried to force its way inside her entrance.
“Hyaaah…! Ahn, nngh, aaah…!!”
The water would cover the sound, so she didn’t hold back her moans.
The voice echoing off the narrow shower walls sounded like someone else’s.
Lewd, lascivious, yet heartbreakingly sweet—too beautiful to simply call “young.”
Hearing moans that sounded like another woman’s voice stirred the lingering masculinity inside her.
Her arousal climbed rapidly.
She pressed the showerhead firmly against herself.
The blocked stream weakened, but the pleasure of grinding against the hard object increased.
Still tugging on her stiff nipples, she rubbed the showerhead harder.
“Ahn, good… So good…! This, hng, I’m coming, coming, comiiing…!!”
Her vision. Went white…………
- Clack! Rattle…
The showerhead slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Unable to withstand the force of the water, it spun wildly across the tiles.
“Haa, haa, haa……”
She lay sprawled on the floor, panting. A pleasant lethargy wrapped around her body for a moment before fading.
She’d heard rabbits had short refractory periods. Did that apply to females too? She should have looked up more about rabbits if she’d known this would happen.
- Rattle…
She couldn’t just leave the showerhead spraying water, so she forced herself up and turned off the faucet.
“Haa… That felt good.”
Masturbating as a woman felt far better than it had as a man. Satisfaction, satisfaction.
But a body honest to its beastman instincts…
Seemed to demand something more, pressing insistently at her lower belly as if to say that playing with herself alone wasn’t enough.
