Bunny Girl Boing-Boing
"What is all this...?"
"Heh-heh! What do you think?"
When they headed to the altar for the gacha pull, they found it decorated with countless carrots and bunny-ear headbands.
"I dressed it up special just for this rate-up banner! This story gives bunny girl characters a stat bonus, so you'd better pull one!"
"..."
Raby said it with pride, even wearing a tiny bunny girl outfit of her own. Ryushia's throat burned with tension all the same.
Come on. No way. It couldn't be...
Bloomers, fine, I'll give you bloomers. But a bunny girl is a confirmed heroine outfit.
"Well, when you infiltrate the cruise ship, the girls have to wear bunny girl outfits anyway. But that doesn't come with a bonus, and it's no fun!"
"Um... h-hey, how about we just call it a draw? If an ordinary person like me puts on a bunny girl outfit, I'll die of shame!"
"HELL YEAH!! Let's gooo, 30-pull!!!!"
"Ah..."
Of course, Jinwoo paid no mind whatsoever to her belated regrets. He scooped Raby up and hurled her hard toward the altar to start the pull.
"YAHOOOOO!!!"
And whether it was just her imagination or not, Raby herself seemed to be having the time of her life.
And then...
"PLEASE!!! Let it be Ryushia!!!!"
"NOOOOOO!!!! Please let it be anyone else!!!!"
Jinwoo and Ryushia each prayed desperately to the gacha gods, begging that their own wish be granted.
THUD!
THUD-THUD!!
"Uhek?!"
Three-star weapons began raining down haphazardly onto Raby, who was planted face-first in the altar...
"Please... anyone but me is fine! Even an off-banner is fine!!!"
Ryushia was practically groveling now, her voice cracking with desperation. She was so frantic that tears even started to show.
"Do you really hate it that much..."
Jinwoo was looking at her with a peculiar expression when—
WHOOSH!
"Huh, Ryushia...?"
In an instant, the girl who'd been fidgeting beside him vanished. The boy looked around in bewilderment, scanning every direction.
WHAM!
"Ugeh?!"
Something black dropped from the sky onto the altar, crushing Raby flat with its rear end, and what appeared was...
"...I will never forgive you. Wasting all that currency just because you wanted to see an ordinary person like me in a bunny girl outfit!"
"Wow."
It was Ryushia, fidgeting in a scorching-hot bunny girl outfit.
Bunny Girl Ryushia
Moonlight Attribute — Alt Form
Lucky.
"It is not?!"
The dumpster-fire gacha game Genesis has a Variant System.
The standard outfit is the Normal Form. Swimsuits, bunny girls, Christmas, and so on... at every event, the heroines appear in all sorts of costumes. And because performance varies wildly depending on the outfit, gamers who lost to horniness and the meta pull out their wallets with tears in their eyes.
Just like her, right now.
"W-why am I... wearing something like this..."
"Whoa, a limited bunny girl Ryushia actually dropped... The rate's only 0.2%, you know? Plenty of other characters in the pool, too. You're something else."
Raby said it while crunching on a tiny carrot.
"Nailed it."
"What did you just say?!"
Jinwoo wore a thoroughly satisfied smile. The person actually wearing the outfit, however, was furious.
"...The bunny girl Alt Form is limited, and it barely even performs differently from the standard version! At best, you go boing-boing every time you shout a skill name... and your weapon turns into a carrot. That's it!"
"That's perfect, though. Worth getting your skull caved in for."
"Haa... Still. An outfit this shameless is uncomfortable, no matter how you slice it."
Ryushia fidgeted with the latex bunny girl costume as she spoke, tugging at it this way and that.
"This was never meant for combat in the first place. It's a hostess outfit. The exposure is pointlessly extreme... it's tight, and it's lewd, and..."
"Your everyday outfit isn't much better."
"...Want to get hit with a carrot?"
"Sorry."
Granted, her bunny girl outfit was a touch less revealing than usual — but it was still plenty bold. A single-piece garment of skin-tight latex. The chest covering looked barely adequate to contain her considerable bust, and the cut of the thing seemed purpose-built to show off her plump rear. On top of that, black thigh-highs cinched around her thighs, and high-heeled shoes put her long, slender legs on full display. The striking bunny-ear headband was the finishing touch.
Honestly. How is anyone supposed to hold back looking at this.
"It's true that men like the character Ryushia, but... now that I'm the one wearing it, it's a bit awkward..."
Even she seemed to have given up, muttering in a drained little voice.
Was it just his imagination? Even though she was covering a thousand times more skin than usual, the girlish embarrassment and the bratty complaining had gotten noticeably worse.
...Don't tell me she's actually been brainwashed into thinking that leotard is wholesome?
"By the way. What happens to the original version of Ryushia?"
Raby had been watching the whole scene with a look of deep satisfaction when Jinwoo's question made her tilt her head.
"Oh, that? I can switch it whenever I want. If you want to swap between the original and the Alt Form, just say the word."
"Heh-heh. That's a relief."
"Not right now, though."
"Eh."
Ryushia froze solid at Jinwoo's flat, immediate refusal.
A cruise ship was sailing the straits of the Kingdom Alliance.
Aboard it, wealthy upstarts and slaves to desire — people whose hearts had been stolen by a moment's pleasure — stood packed in shoulder to shoulder.
"Aaah!!! How did I miss that?!"
"Haha! This round's pot is mine, then."
Steeped in greed and the electric thrill of competition, they sank themselves into a pleasure den where sorrow and joy existed side by side.
"I say! Bring me another whiskey!"
"Y-yes, sir~"
And bustling about among them with quick little steps was a certain girl...
"Ahaha... Primordial Dragon Ragnarok, forty-seven-year reserve."
"Well done."
Ryushia, dressed as a bunny girl, was serving drinks to the passengers like a cocktail waitress.
SMACK!!
"Hyaah?!"
"Heh-heh. You can go now."
"Yes, sir..."
Every so often, men who'd had far too much to drink would slap her on the rear.
"Wh-why am I being subjected to this..."
...I used to be an indisputably manly man.
I've only cried three times in my entire life (estimated). From middle school onward, I could finish a bowl of spicy ramyeon without adding milk. I worked out a full hour every single day, no excuses. I applied to become a specialist sergeant because I wanted to serve my country — the manliest of manly men. The first sergeant looked at me like I was insane when I said that, but still. I was a man's man.
And yet...
"You there, beautiful Moon Rabbit? Care for a game? I'll cover your stake."
"No, I-I'm fine, thank you."
"Don't be like that. Let this big brother teach you personally."
What the hell is this situation!!
A greasy-looking young man was throwing persistent, clingy looks her way, and the flirting sent a wave of goosebumps crawling over her skin. Normally she walked around with a menacing sword on her hip, so people didn't dare try to pick her up — but that particular man-repellent was currently stashed in a secret(?) space.
A hand slid onto her shoulder.
"How about it? I'd love to show our cute little rabbit a good time."
And then the lunatic went and put his arm around her.
'GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!'
I think I'm going to throw up.
I want to kick him and run right now.
No choice, then. I'll just have to kill this filthy bastard right here—
"Haha! Gentleman? I'm a far better player than that trash-tier rabbit over there! Care for a match?"
"Wh-what are you."
Just as she was about to cause a bloodbath, Jinwoo appeared at the perfect moment and pulled the aggro. He'd probably jumped in at just the right time to get her out of this mess.
"...Ha?"
That's one thing. This is another.
What? Trash-tier rabbit? He plays better than me?
That's crossing the line...
"1v1 me. I'll destroy you with pure mechanics."
"???"
Having been thoroughly disrespected, she whipped out competitor mode and fixed both men with a razor-sharp glare.
"Are you scared of me? Shaking like a little girl because you're scared?"
"Well. I'm being rather looked down on."
"Gentleman? Why don't you school that rabbit first. I'll take care of her after."
The men, scraped raw by her sudden trash talk, accepted the challenge. Jinwoo pointed at her with an aggrieved look, as if they had never been comrades at all.
"Let's start simple, with poker."
"Fine."
Poker. The representative of card games: draw five cards, wager chips to swap them out, and take the pot through a series of choices — Raise, Call, Fold.
"I'll cut and shuffle."
The first match was the greasy-looking man versus Ryushia.
"..."
Cards riffled and snapped under the man's flashy hands, shuffling this way and that. Ryushia watched the entire shuffle with quiet, unblinking eyes.
"There. All done. I'll deal."
He distributed the cards one by one with practiced ease. On the surface, it looked perfectly ordinary. Nothing out of place at all...
GRAB!!
"Gaaahk!!! What do you think you're doing?!"
Ryushia's hand shot out like lightning and twisted his wrist.
"Excuse me. Do I look like some kind of sucker to you?"
"...!!"
She fixed him with a gaze cold enough to raise a chill, and the man broke into a cold sweat, trembling.
"Sia... this guy didn't do anything, did he?"
"No. I saw it clearly. He dealt me the second card from the top!"
She declared it with total confidence, exposing his trick for what it was.
"Don't tell me... a Second Deal!!"
That was it. The man had pretended to deal the top card while actually feeding her the one beneath it.
"Didn't anyone tell you that if you get caught cheating, you lose the hand — and the wrist it came from?!"
"W-wait! How is this girl so strong..."
The young man let out a pained groan as Ryushia wrenched his wrist.
"...That's a warning. There won't be a next time."
"Heh. What an interesting woman. We didn't put up a wager, did we?"
A vile smile spread across his face as he showed his true colors.
"If you lose the bet, come back to the organization."
"?!"
At the man's naked, lingering stare, Jinwoo finally realized something was wrong.
...This man had been targeting Ryushia from the very beginning.
Then his wrist turned to wood, and sawdust began to scatter into the air.
"Maestro. Why don't you come out in person instead of hiding behind a puppet like a coward?"
"Oh dear, I'm afraid I can't do that!"
CLATTER-RATTLE-RATTLE!!!
"...!!"
The young man's appearance twisted, transforming into a wooden marionette. Ryushia's eyes flashed.
"Well? Have you made up your mind to accept the wager?"
"Fine. If I win, I'll take your life."
"Kahaha!! How amusing!"
And so the true gamblers' match began.
"But I can't trust poker. Who knows what tricks you'll pull. Let's play a different game."
"Hmm. A fair point. What game?"
Ryushia tossed a black case at Maestro's puppet body.
"Excellent. A game of pure skill."
She had produced a format widely used as a sacred method of combat since the days of the ancient kingdom.
They shuffled each other's decks and tossed a coin to decide who would go first.
CLINK!
"I'll go first."
"Alright."
Maestro took the opening turn.
Hmm. A Pope deck... a bit old-fashioned, but more than enough for a friendly.
He had indulged in all sorts of pastimes, and Dueling was no exception. His hands moved through the opening with familiar ease.
"I Normal Summon Level 2 Holy Knight to the field. Via Holy Knight's effect, I send this card and one card from my hand to the Graveyard, and Special Summon Level 5 Blue-Eyes Saintess Elia from my Deck."
"Saintess Elia, I have answered the call."
ATK 4000 — Negates one Spell and one Trap — Cannot be destroyed by card effects
Maestro smiled inwardly as he summoned his deck's ace in a single stroke.
The Saintess has 4,000 ATK, can block a Spell and a Trap once each, and can't be destroyed by effects. A powerful monster.
"I set one card and end my turn..."
"Wait. Why aren't you asking if I chain?"
"What?"
He had finished what he considered a rather successful opening and was about to pass the turn when Ryushia stopped him.
"You. Just. Activated. An. Effect. Didn't. You?"
"W-well, yes."
Hearing his answer, she broke into a wicked little smile.
Tearlaments Havnis