The Chaotic Bunny Girl Operation

"What kind of shameless person even are you?!"

Even Maestro, an executive of a bona fide criminal syndicate, was seething at her vicious play.

"What's the problem?"

"Look at your deck! You dump some outdated garbage on me and give yourself a broken, overpowered one! This is cheating!"

THUD!!

The wooden marionette raged about how unfair it all was, but Ryushia let it roll right off her with a sly smile.

"Whatever do you mean? There's no such thing as a weak card. Deck power is just some arbitrary standard people made up. Calling something that subjective 'cheating' is a bit much... Unlike actually rigging the match, you still have a chance of winning, don't you?"

"Hah! Unbelievable... clinging to technicalities like that. I don't even know what to say."

"Even a 0.00001% chance of winning is still a chance, so it... checks out!"

Jinwoo, unfortunately, had bought Ryushia's Wind Style: Silver-Tongue Jutsu hook, line, and sinker.

"And besides... I never said I'd give you decks of similar power, you know?"

"Fine. That's how you want to play it? Then..."

Just as the thoroughly pissed-off marionette flexed her finger joints and reached for a card—

"Oh, but I still need to combo off, so could you wait a bit?"

"...It's my turn?"

She ignored Maestro's vacant stare and kept going.

"I summon this card with the effect... mill three from the deck... shuffle the deck back..."

"..."

"I summon Tearlaments Kitkallos."

"Alright! Your turn now! Oh wait — it's probably still my turn anyway, isn't it?"

"..."

Before anyone knew it, the opponent's field was packed to the brim with every filthy thing imaginable. At this point, surrendering would honestly have been the smarter move.

In the end, the Eighth Finger, Maestro, was defeated by the malice of a money-crazed game company.

"I'm done."

Clatter.

Her will broken, she hurled the cards and spat curses.

"I told you, didn't I? If you lose, I take your life."

"Go ahead and try! You're nothing but a marionette on my stage. Ryushia! I don't know what scheme you're plotting, but you can never escape my performance—"

Ryushia looked at Maestro, who had already given up the match, then laid a hand on her chest and cried out.

"Battōjutsu: Pyong-Pyong Flash!"

Pyororong!!

The carrot drawn from her cleavage transformed into a razor-sharp blade and sliced through the wooden marionette standing before her.

SLASH!!

Clatter...

Carved into pieces by the carrot sword, the marionette collapsed in a limp heap.

"...Who the hell even was that?"

"Redanis's Eighth Finger. Maestro."

Boing.

Ryushia casually tucked the carrot sword back into her cleavage as she answered Jinwoo's question.

"She's got nicknames like 'insane Pure Love fanatic,' 'psychopath musician,' and 'non-virgin-hating doll'... She's basically this chapter's boss. You can't attack her true body until you've destroyed every last one of her puppets."

"That's the boss..."

Maybe it was just a feeling, but for an executive, she seemed way shabbier than Tarkan.

He soon pulled his gaze from the shattered wooden marionette and, with a cautious look, snuck a glance at her cleavage.

"Hey, Ryushia... when you used that skill just now, that 'pyong-pyong' sound... don't tell me..."

"Sh... shut up..."

The bunny girl trembled, her face burning with shame.

"Well, it's cute. I like it."

"...Shut up, pyong!"

WHAM!!

"Guh?!"

While Jinwoo and Shia bickered, the other girls...

"I won!!! Haha! Must be because I have a lovely goddess of victory at my side!"

"Oh, Great."

Inside the gambling hall, where countless people were placing bets and shouting over one another, a blonde woman with a sensual, voluptuous figure stood in a bunny girl outfit beside a cackling old gentleman.

"Heheh... from the northern Alliance, are you? Shame about the blindfold, but you're quite the looker. They say cold places produce a lot of beauties."

"...You're too kind."

Glug...

Elia, who had infiltrated in a bunny girl outfit along with Ryushia's group, was pouring drinks as naturally as breathing.

The first objective: monitor the movements of key figures, or secure evidence related to the disappearances.

...Back in the day, I used to pour protein like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this all the time.

The Saintess savored the mellow, high-quality aroma of the whiskey as old memories surfaced.

During her training in the Holy Kingdom, she would periodically hunt down monster meat from the frozen wastes and southern grains to brew her special protein shakes, all to keep muscle loss at bay.

The effects were so outstanding that the gym-bro Holy Knights would drool and flock to her. Having once bestowed protein upon countless people the way a wine-god pours for her worshippers, she was equally skilled at serving the old gentleman his drinks.

"How about it? Become my concubine? If things go well, I could even make you my official wife..."

"..."

The courtship of men who had no idea of her monstrous strength was, as always, deeply awkward.

Just like Ryushia, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she normally radiated such overwhelming presence that flies wouldn't even dare to swarm her. But because of Professor Vagina's orders to thoroughly conceal her identity, she was playing the part of a taciturn blonde bunny girl in a blindfold.

This outfit had been designed from the start to appeal to men, which made her all the more vulnerable to those lust-soaked gazes. Her ample breasts, slender waist, and the sturdy rear wrapped in black stockings naturally drew every man's eye, while her tightly pressed pale-pink lips and the black blindfold only added to her mysterious allure.

If I were a total pervert born-to-be-a-slut like Sister Ryushia, none of this would bother me.

Among the party currently on this mission, the one taking the least psychological damage after Jinwoo was definitely Ryushia. Anyone who could stroll down the street in that slutty outfit was definitely not a normal human being...

"You know... I've been so lonely lately."

"In times like that, they say joining a busy internet community is good... forums and such..."

"Eh, I'm too old for that stuff!"

"Tsk..."

Persistent, as expected. She'd stuck with him because he was supposedly a former kingdom minister — but all he did was drown himself in gambling, booze, and women day in and day out.

Just a perverted old bastard, then...

There was no more reason to stay with this man.

"Hmm? Don't be like that."

Better to leave quickly and check on the other key figures. That would be far more productive.

Sister Ryushia is meticulous and insightful, but she's got a short fuse. Arkis is just a dimwitted airhead of a noble girl, and Iflata is a clueless little lamb. As the only normal person in the party, I suppose I have to step up.

She genuinely believed she was no longer the brawn, but the brains of the operation.

...It definitely had nothing to do with getting three-peated and having her spirits crushed.

Click-clack.

"Ah?! Where are you going!"

Having finished her thoughts, she ignored the stupid bald old gentleman and headed elsewhere.

"I'm sorry. I actually hate bald people. I was taught not to get too close to those who've been cursed by God."

"Wh... what?! You little—!!"

The old man, thoroughly scratched by the Saintess's offhand jab, was huffing and puffing his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way toward her when—

"Ah?! Isn't that the Saintess? I changed up my strength training routine lately. Could you take a look... wait?"

"..."

Of all times, she ran into someone she knew.

"Why is Elia, the legendary muscle trainer, wearing something like that... Ah! Is that a gym uniform too?"

"As if."

It was the Knight Commander of the Holy Kingdom — the same man she had personally trained from his scrawny, underweight gym-newbie days.

"...For a noble young lady like me to wear such a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠harlot's outfit...!!"

Inside the changing room, Arkis muttered with a face so red it could have been a beet.

"This is basically Ryushia's everyday wear...!!"

She shrieked at the provocative reflection in the mirror. Not quite on Elia and Ryushia's level, but she had a reasonably voluptuous chest and a slim, fat-free figure — and those particularly long, snow-white legs fully displayed the allure of a slender beauty.

"I'm starting to think Ryushia is actually incredible."

A normal woman wouldn't go around exposing her ass and back and sashaying about. But Ryushia strutted around in fashion that defied imagination, so Arkis couldn't afford to stand here shrinking into herself.

"Alright! Let's do this!"

Whoosh!!

Arkis found her courage and stepped out of the changing room.

"Huh?"

"Arkis... to run into my foolish little sister here. What on earth is that outfit?"

She had just witnessed something more terrifying than the plague itself.

The eldest daughter and official heir of Royal PMC. Arkis's older sister.

And...

Unlike Arkis, who fought with nothing but a rapier, she freely wielded every kind of heavy firearm and was known as the God of the Battlefield. Her pearl-sheened silver hair was cut short, and the form-fitting uniform with countless medals on her chest made her military achievements abundantly clear.

"Uh... Sister, it's not like that... it's just an Academy mission..."

"Silence."

Those eyes, colder than the deep sea, seemed to pierce straight through her soul.

Swoosh.

"Eek?!"

Then she grabbed the trembling, terrified Arkis by the chin with her fingers and quietly scolded her in a commanding tone.

"Arkis. Has wearing that vulgar outfit made your mind vulgar too? You shouldn't be leaking mission details even to family."

"I... I'm sorry..."

"Hmph. Clinging to those primitive melee weapons is what made you stupid. If you'd realized the greatness of firepower sooner and come under my command, I wouldn't have to see you in this disgraceful state."

"..."

Squeeze.

Arkis clutched her stockings, tearing up at the scolding of the sister she both feared and admired.

My... my little sister's bunny girl outfit is so cuuuuuute!!!! Pretty and adorableeee!!! Haa... if I only had a camera I'd take hundreds of pictures right now...!!! Haah... haah...♡

However. While Tersia maintained her icy exterior, internally she was drooling over her beloved little sister's rare collection.

"I... I'm not! I'm not a kid who relies on her big sister anymore! I'll pull my own weight from now on!"

Eheheh... that's it, the sexy slender little-sister beauty pretending to be strong even while she's shaking... eheehee... I must be blessed.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a long time.

Neither having the faintest idea what the other was thinking...

"Can I eat this? And that smells really good. I wanna smoke that and hang out too."

"...No. I don't know why a girl like you came here, but minors aren't allowed alcohol, tobacco, or gambling."

Iflata looked bewildered at the gamblers who were strictly enforcing the no-kids rule.

"...Uh, Boss. Do we really need to be that careful? She just looks like a clueless kid."

"I've been around the underworld long enough to know you have to watch out for old men, women, and little kids."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The middle-aged man in a suit swallowed hard, answering his subordinate with tension in his voice.

"That scruffy old man turned out to be a retired war hero. That sexy woman turned out to be a retired war hero. That scrawny little kid also turned out to be a retired war hero."

"...Why are there so many war heroes?"

"Because there've been a lot of wars."

"Ahh!"

The mafia boss handed Iflata a lollipop and offered his subordinate some heartfelt advice.

"So how did you survive, Boss?"

"Well, you see..."

He slowly recalled his dangerous past.

"I survived by kowtowing for a hundred and eight hours straight. After that, I started judging people a lot more carefully."

"That's honestly impressive."

"Nom nom."

He let out a weary sigh as he spoke, while Iflata sat beside him, licking her candy without a care in the world.