The Perilous Pasties Review

To review the Reverse Bunny Girl Set, I needed another item. The most important thing when reviewing an item is explaining its functions to the viewers. Back then, I was a talentless nobody, so I couldn't even use items myself, let alone demonstrate their functions. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠That's probably why my streams bombed so hard.

But now it's different. I have abilities, so I can handle mana and show off any item's functions to the audience. …Of course, assuming those functions are normal.

How the hell am I supposed to review a batshit insane item like this Reverse Bunny Girl Set?

"Uh, everyone? Reviewing this outfit's functions seems realistically impossible. I mean, I can't demo something like 'hot night mode' on a live stream, right…?"

"Th-this takes a full 5 minutes to generate! That's why it took so long to put on…"

Show them the pasties generating while covering my chest with my hands? If it really generated in a few seconds like the chat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠said, I might've considered it. But this goddamn pasties cover takes as long as boiling ramen to appear.

"Y-yeah, that's true, but…"

Ah, these people have no idea the insane stimulation hits when I start generating the pasties. No way in hell was I telling them that. If I did, it'd be announcing to the world that those moans I let slip earlier were from the stimulation.

Fuck, no escape at all. From the viewers' perspective, they'd just wonder, 'Why's she dodging so hard?' Shit, could I even keep a poker face through that ridiculous stimulation? Honestly, no confidence.

Unless there was an item that forced my expression to stay rigid…

…Huh?

Wait, there is one like that.

In my panic, I jumped up from the chair and said, "A-alright! I'll review it, just give me a sec."

But suddenly the chat exploded.

…Ah, right. Forgot I was only in panties. Fuck, I accidentally gave them another clip-worthy moment.

…Gonna avoid the hot clips board today, no doubt.

A moment later, I returned to my seat holding the cat-ear shaped headband. Of course, I'd raised the cam higher this time to avoid another dumb mistake.

The item I'd grabbed was none other than the Lewd Scholar's Fetish Headband.

…Never thought I'd use this crazy thing on stream again.

It was unavoidable. Like the saying goes, to fight poison with poison—sometimes you need one pervy act to cover another.

"…I figured you'd get bored with just my face. A-and if a weird expression pops up, I'll remove it right away."

…I wasn't sure if this was the right call, but I needed to wear this damn headband to create plausible deniability. If a weird face happened, I could blame the headband and slide past it.

I adjusted the cam to face-only, took a deep breath, and put on the headband. Then, secretly lowered the mic volume and cranked up some funky music. No way I could hold back leaking moans anyway. The headband would make talking impossible once activated.

Perfect setup for the perfect crime.

I channeled mana into the headband. My expression changed against my will—half-lidded eyes with tongue slightly out.

Honestly, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this face looked plenty lewd, but better than crossed eyes. Good, no risk of getting caught.

Next up, the pasties… Just channel mana like this?

Decision made, I gathered mana at my chest. The headband changes expressions periodically, so I had to swap pasties during a safe one.

Then, the ticklish feeling returned, and the pasties shifted form again.

"…Heuk!?"

The stimulation from my chest intensified. Luckily, glancing at the screen, my face hadn't changed much from before.

…Though it was a bit flushed.

They say even cow dung has its uses—this might be the day I thank the Lewd Scholar who made this fetish headband.

"Heak, heak, heuuuung…!"

Fuck, holding back the leaking moans was impossible. The mind-melting stimulation had me moaning wildly without a care. Good thing I had music on and mic low, or it'd be disaster.

From the reactions, seemed like I was still safe. But damn, secretly doing this lewd shit in front of all these people gave me this indescribable thrill of depravity.

Thinking about it, I'm in a super risky spot right now? Cam dips even a bit = ban. Music volume drops suddenly = ban. Forward-leaning pose pops up = ban.

…Is this that 'thrill play' thing I've only heard about?

A few minutes later, right when I thought I couldn't endure more stimulation, it melted away like snow.

I quickly poured mana into the headband to unequip it and caught my breath.

"Heak, heak, huaaah…"

…That was close, but I pulled it off without getting caught. Wearing the fetish headband was a godsend move.

No doubt, that was the most nerve-wracking moment of my life.

I turned the mic back up and lowered the music.

"…A-all done, everyone."

I reset the cam to normal and said, "Thanks for the donations. 'Big one'? It's just the same heart shape… Huh?"

Looking at the screen, I froze. On my chest wasn't a heart-shaped pastie anymore…

…It was an X-shaped pastie.