The Reverse Bunny Girl Set Nightmare

It took tremendous courage to even consider putting on the Reverse Bunny Girl outfit. I stared blankly at the Reverse Bunny Girl Set for a moment. Was the world screwing me over? No, more precisely, my ability was screwing me over. At this point, I had no choice but to resign myself to it. My power was definitely some kind of perverted bullshit.

On top of that, since I'd locked myself into this "item review specialist streamer" concept, I couldn't exactly skip the review. My head was starting to throb more and more.

The viewers, who already loved teasing me, were like fish in water now, spamming the chat with glee.

"...Everyone, I wanna be alone for a bit, so could you all log off?"

"No, sis... it's a funeral... Haa, I'm seriously gonna lose my mind."

I clutched my aching head and stood up to grab the appraisal tool. No matter how ridiculous the item was, I couldn't skip appraising it.

After reading the item's effects, I made a face like I'd achieved enlightenment for a moment.

...Yeah, total dud. No, not even a dud—this was a straight-up bomb.

What more could you expect from a Reverse Bunny Girl Set? I was the idiot for hoping it'd have some hunter-useful info.

Of course, +10% defense was pretty significant. But there was one huge problem.

The last line of the effects: [Caution: Effects ignored if worn with any other clothing.]

Fuck, who the hell would hunt in this insane getup? If I went into a gate like that, I'd get called an exhibitionist or my hunt clips would end up on porn sites for sure.

Then why even add the 10% defense? Getting stronger the more you strip was some game trope, not real life.

And what the hell was "Hot Night Mode"? No way it was for that, right?

...Okay, honestly, I was a tiny bit curious.

As I just stared at the appraisal results without saying a word, donations and chat started flooding like crazy.

I had no choice but to share the results, swallowing my tears like mustard.

"Haa... Here, take it. This feels like absolute shit..."

"...Gimme a sec to think, everyone..."

If I skipped the review and bailed today like the donations said, it could tank my streaming career. I keep emphasizing this, but trust is everything for an item seller.

Once you've committed to the review streamer gimmick, you gotta review ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠items even if you don't sell them.

...But from my perspective, I felt so fucking wronged my chest was collapsing.

Honestly, that wooden stick from last time? Straight-up a masturbation toy in crude terms. How the fuck was I supposed to use a wooden dildo on live stream?!

If I did, my clips would've hit porn sites instead of hot clips boards that day.

Yeah, so everyone understood why ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I couldn't review a jerk-off tool. But this Reverse Bunny Girl Set?

Honestly, it covers everything that needs covering. Helpfully, it even generates nipple pasties and panties.

If I declared no review on this? Would viewers understand?

Nah, chat would flood with doom spam. I'm not clueless—I know exactly what they want.

"...This feels so fucking awful. Haa..."

In the end, I had no choice but to review it. But seriously, nipple pasties? That's overkill. At least make it a bra or something.

Suddenly hit with exhaustion, I leaned my body on the desk for a bit.

"Don't overreact, guys. And yeah, it is comfy."

...Damn, I habitually plopped my tits on the desk without thinking. It might look trashy, but this... it's surprisingly comfy. These heavy fat sacks get stable support, so of course it's comfy.

A bit later, somewhat calmed, I finally spoke up.

"...Just to check, anyone wanna buy this?"

...Yeah, no one's buying this. But I still had to review it.

Someone once said: giving up is freedom.

I let out a massive sigh and said,

"Haa... I'll do the review off-cam, but I won't show it unless it's for a sale. You get that, right?"

"You crazy bastards, if I get banned, you lose the stream too!"

With the cam off for a bit, I blocked the screen with a book just in case and finally relaxed. My full-body mirror was fully visible on cam, so if it turned on by accident, it'd be a disaster.

I stood in front of the mirror and started stripping off my clothes.

"Wha— you psycho! Don't broadcast that shit!"

Who the fuck identifies a bra brand from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unclasping sound? The world was full of people with insane talents, I realized once again.