Interlude - Is the Order a Bunny? [Bunny Girl Cafe OPEN]

The interlude post read: Is the Order a Bunny? [Bunny Girl Cafe OPEN] [Author: ㅇㅇ]

Bankruptcy Heaven server, day 10. Five days left until the server shutdown after the evil dog incident ended. When a viewer sent a question via donation, I answered while mining.

"Of course I heard, from Noa."

"...No. I have no intention of going."

The viewers' indignant chat kept pouring in. I planted a torch in the deepslate cave and answered half-heartedly.

"It's just RP house-playing anyway. Plus all the staff are guys."

"No? The staff are supposed to be Ali and Jjusam."

The chat window instantly filled with question marks again at the mention of male staff. I recalled the conversation I'd had with Noa last night.

[Yume: Bunny girl cafe? Who's working there?]

[Noa: Jjusam and Ali]

[Yume: ...?]

[Noa: I tried inviting Prism too but failed]

[Yume: ?????]

[Yume: Why leave out perfectly fine Baechu...]

[Noa: She caught corona]

[Yume: ;;;]

A bunny girl cafe with nothing but suspiciously male staff. There was probably demand for that sort of thing, but as someone who used to be a guy, it wasn't my preference. Bunny girls should be worn by women. That was an obvious truth of the world, written even in the Goguryeo murals. And if the ones serving customers were those two in particular...

「Goshujinsama no tame no mahou no jumon! (falsetto)」

「Oishiku nare~ ara ara kyun~」

"...Ugh."

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I shuddered at the unpleasant mental image and continued speaking to the viewers while complaining of sudden nausea.

"Anyway. I'm not doing it. Or rather, I can't do it."

"Well..."

After a brief pause to the viewers' questions, I answered plainly.

"Idol. Entertainment business. Can you handle it?"

"Well... even if I could, I wouldn't do it anyway."

Hisss... BOOM!!

I blocked the creeper exploding right next to me with my shield and continued.

"Have I ever done aegyo or acted spoiled on stream to farm views? Right, diamond."

Hisss... A scraping sound echoed somewhere. But I didn't hear it, focused on mining the diamond in front of me.

"Even without doing embarrassing stuff like that, with my skill level the viewers will naturally..."

BOOM!!

"......?"

The game over screen popped up with the sudden explosion. Respawned in the plaza, I stared blankly at my completely empty inventory.

"......"

Stay calm. I never expected to die there. I was too busy talking to notice the creeper sound... But it was too early to despair. Even if the sky falls, there's always a way out. I still had one ray of hope left.

"I-it's fine... I only lost the inventory items, the assets I converted to stocks are in my bag..."

"...Huh?"

But expectations are always betrayed. For some reason my bag was completely empty. Then with a clink, a donation message arrived.

"......"

Only about 50,000 won left. I screamed at the sky.

"KRRRAAAAAHH──"

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There's a saying that when a streamer server opens, a maid cafe opens. I hate that saying very much.

"Why a bunny girl instead of a maid...?"

I said to the viewers while wearing a bunny girl suit. Of course, I wasn't actually wearing one, and it wasn't a divine outfit on the panel either. It was just my Minecraft pixel character wearing a bunny girl outfit. But even that alone caused an explosive reaction.

"......"

The chat was moving more than twice as fast as usual. Fortunately the chat didn't slow down from people doing weird things(?), but it was fast enough to rival when controversies broke out, which was almost awe-inspiring in a way.

"What's so good about clothes that are basically just exposure..."

"...How much I struggled because I didn't want to do this."

Idols who become famous just for provocative outfits don't last long. Of course, if you master that field to the extreme, you could gain fanatical popularity from men worldwide... but I didn't need that kind of popularity. It's not like I was filming AV on stage anyway.

Anyway. While I was feeling depressed like that, Latte noona who was beside me approached and spoke.

"What's the big deal? It's just a game anyway."

"If you're going to say that, then you wear the bunny girl first, noona."

"No... the owner shouldn't wear it. Probably."

Using her forties as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a shield to escape like that... It was truly the behavior of a wicked and vicious entertainment business madam.

"Sob sob... trampling on an idol's pure heart like this..."

"Pure? If you had a conscience you wouldn't say that, would you...?"

While I was squeezing out fake tears and chatting nonsense with the madam, the bunny girl cafe door suddenly opened and two customers walked in.

Prism and Gaeulnam. The former was a familiar face, the latter was the person who had shouted for an encore from the front row at the concert. As I slowly backed away trying to slip out, the madam poked me with her hand and urged me on.

"What are you doing? Greet the customers."

"......"

"W-welcome, customers... W-would you like to sit over here...?"

Eventually I forced a smile and reluctantly guided the two to their seats. Prism and Gaeulnam obediently sat down following my guidance. Then I began taking their orders according to the manual I'd memorized beforehand.

"What would you like to order? Omurice? Pasta? Or perhaps..."

"W-wa... waa..."

"Waa?"

"...Pfft!"

At my inability to continue, Gaeulnam asked back and Prism started holding back laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut and spoke in a voice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smaller than an ant's.

"Wa... tashi..."

"What? I can't hear you."

"...Watashi. Are you satisfied now?"

Unable to bear the shame any longer, I finished speaking in a blunt tone. Prism grumbled as if complaining.

"Ah, close the stream. She's not doing it..."

"Enough, just order already. What do you want to eat?"

"Uh, just omurice please. What about you, Eun-nam?"

"I-I'll... have omurice too..."

"Yes, two omurice. I'll bring them right away."

After quickly taking the order, I hurried away from the table toward the kitchen as if escaping.

"Two omurice."

"I already prepared them. You can take them right away."

Latte noona, who had gone into the kitchen in advance after hearing me take the order, spoke. Her voice sounded somewhat annoyed, as if she was enjoying my suffering, which irritated me for no reason. When I picked up the omurice and started walking to serve, Latte noona snickered from behind.

"The 'become delicious' spell! You know it, right?"

"...Yes."

Ignoring Latte noona's nagging, I left the kitchen and headed to the table where Prism and Gaeulnam were sitting. After roughly pressing Q to throw the omurice at them, I spoke to them in the most monotone voice possible.

"Here is your ordered omurice, customers."

"Uh? Did you just throw food at the customers?"

"...Then how am I supposed to serve it? That's how the Minecraft system works."

"What kind of service is this? Taking money and all."

"No..."

I looked at Prism in disbelief. Prism continued speaking to me while acting tsundere.

"Whatever. That 'become delicious' spell or whatever, hurry up and do it."

"......"

"Hey. There's no sincerity at all. Right?"

"......"

Apparently that wasn't enough, as Prism started acting difficult again with an annoyed tone.

"Heh... hehehe..."

"Pfft...!"

Gaeulnam beside him kept going "ehe" while laughing, and I could hear Latte noona desperately holding back laughter from afar. Then Prism clicked his tongue and spoke to me.

"Put more love into it. Again."

"...Haa."

I sighed. Endure it. I have to endure. Here, I must endure. I, Zenith's proud idol Sung Eunha. I shouldn't feel ashamed over something like this. No matter how vulgar the task, if I'm being paid, I have to do it properly. That's professionalism, that's what an idol is.

While I was endlessly brainwashing myself like that, Prism, who had grown tired of waiting, urged me in a curt tone.

"When are you doing it? Tomorrow?"

"......"

There was no more time to hesitate. I really had no choice now. It was time to steel my resolve. So I reluctantly. Really unwillingly. I didn't want to but was forced to.

"O-Oishiku nare~"

Putting on the most nasal aegyo voice possible, I began reciting the 'magic spell'.

"...Moe moe~ pyon!"

And then.

"......"

"......"

"......"

A heavy silence followed. After about five seconds of dead air on the stream...

"Pfft!!"

"Pfft...!"

"Pffbt..."

At the simultaneous burst of laughter from three people, my already red face flushed an even deeper crimson, ready to explode.

"......!!"

"AAAAAHHHH!!!!"

I screamed.

It was summer.