The Club President's Bunny Girl Pussy Zipper
As I headed for the club building, I spotted Chaerin and Subin waiting for me in the distance.
The two of them were laughing and chatting about something, looking thoroughly entertained. Watching that peaceful scene made the animalistic sex I'd just finished feel almost unreal.
"Where did you go during lunch? You didn't even pick up your phone."
The moment I approached, Chaerin grumbled the question at me. Beside her, Subin scanned my face and clothes with worried eyes.
"Just looking around the academy. It's a university, so it's huge. There are places for guys to hang out—ping-pong rooms, bowling alleys, that kind of thing. I checked those out."
I couldn't exactly admit in front of Chaerin and Subin that I'd spent over an hour fucking another girl, so I made up something plausible. The secret knowledge that I'd kissed and screwed someone else behind their backs sent a strange thrill of guilt through me.
"You have to be careful, Sihyuk. Even at the academy there could be weird women who are crazy about men."
Subin spoke with genuine concern.
"There are definitely girls who'll lose their minds and try to jump you the second they see you."
Chaerin nodded in agreement. Inside my pants, still warm from punching through another girl's virgin membrane, sat the cock that had just received all that pure, innocent worry.
The area in front of the club building was packed. Seniors were in the middle of heated recruitment drives, trying to snag new members.
Every kind of club imaginable was there, each dressed differently.
"Junior! Come join our literature club—we'll read poetry and debate together!"
"Freshmen, do any of you like board games? Our club plays the latest releases every week…"
Ordinary clubs like the book club or film appreciation society spotted me and scrambled to strike up a conversation any way they could.
But those wholesome groups weren't what caught my eye.
What the hell are those?
What drew my gaze were clubs with bizarre names like "Wife Practice Club," "Erogenous Zone Development Division," and "Housework Masters."
In front of the Erogenous Zone Development booth, a female senior was putting on a demonstration—licking a long lollipop with her tongue and moaning theatrically. She claimed she'd remodeled her mouth so she could orgasm just from giving head. Her tongue technique looked anything but ordinary. I figured if she blew me, I wouldn't last a full minute.
Every time I, a man, walked past, stares exploded around me. One of the vanishingly few male freshmen this year. Just crossing paths with me was treated like winning the lottery. Extreme rarity made the attention inevitable. Still, no one forced themselves closer out of fear of making me uncomfortable. They simply burned holes in me with their eyes from a distance.
I was strolling along, browsing the clubs, when a certain outfit seized my attention completely.
A black bunny girl suit.
The glossy, skintight bodysuit, the smooth lines of her legs visible through fishnet stockings, the cute round tail perched on her ass, and the rabbit-ear headband—everything was perfect. It was the first time I'd ever seen a real bunny girl this close. For a moment the sheer eroticism left me dazed.
And there was an extra reason this particular bunny girl hit even harder.
The one wearing it was my classmate Lee Nari. Beside her stood Lee Yuna in a fluttery maid outfit.
"Whoa…"
A blonde gyaru in a maid dress was even more devastating than I'd imagined. The black dress with its layers of white frills and the apron framed her yellow hair in a way that radiated a strangely addictive charm.
I approached them, quietly impressed.
"Oh, Class President!"
Yuna spotted me, beamed, and waved. Nari met my eyes and immediately dipped her head a little shyly, fiddling with the rabbit ears. The bunny suit crushed her generous breasts upward, carving out a deep valley that looked ready to spill free at any second.
"You already joined a club? Fast."
"We both always loved anime and cosplay. We signed up a few days early since we were coming to the academy anyway."
Yuna explained excitedly, then casually pointed out the other club members. College girls in flashy or downright sexy costumes were promoting the club. The moment they noticed a man standing at their booth, they kept sneaking glances, unable to hide their excitement.
Watching them gave me an excellent idea.
Fucking cosplay girls.
Just thinking about it made my cock throb. More importantly, the average looks and bodies of the members here were very much to my taste. There would be fun in picking and choosing.
"What does this club actually do? Just cosplay?"
When I asked, Nari carefully explained.
"Ah, it's not only cosplay."
They gathered regularly to cosplay, take photos, and occasionally enter contests. Their cosplay team was apparently well-known enough that a quick internet search would pull them up. At the recruitment booth they were lightly cosplaying freshmen or doing their makeup; the skill level looked solid.
Having finished my sexual assessment, I announced I wanted to join.
"I'm signing up. You two are coming too, right?"
Subin and Chaerin both nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Class President is into cosplay too? I never expected that!"
Yuna grinned and smoothed her maid skirt. Under Nari and Yuna's guidance we entered the club building. The cosplay club was on the third floor.
"President! We brought some prospective new members!"
Yuna called out as she opened the door. A bright voice answered from inside.
"Really? Welcome, everyone!"
A pretty woman with long orange hair, orange eyes, and a pink bunny girl outfit similar to Nari's greeted us. For some reason she was also wearing a jacket that slightly hid her excellent figure.
The moment she confirmed it was me, the smile on her face froze just a fraction. She composed herself and handed the three of us membership forms.
"Here, here. Read the form and sign, and you're officially in our club."
The club room was enormous—a living-room-like space with two sofas and four doors leading off it.
"Pretty spacious."
"We don't have that many members, but we have every room we need."
Costume room, prop room, makeup room, and the president's private room. Nari casually bragged that the space was so large you could even sleep over in the club room if you wanted. The chairman of the board must have serious money.
While we were looking around, the president and Yuna slipped into the next room. The soundproofing wasn't great; their conversation drifted out clearly.
"That guy… is it okay? Yuna, you can't just drag a man in like that. He's not here to play emperor, is he? He doesn't look like he has any interest in subculture at all."
"Come on, President, it's fine, it's fine! I know him well. I can't give you details, but good things are going to happen soon, okay?"
Chaerin's brow furrowed slightly at the overheard talk.
"Hah. Backtalking about him being a man the second we meet."
"Uh, um…"
Nari made a small, awkward sound. Meanwhile I was busy wondering what the pretty president thought of me.
"What's 'emperor play'?"
When I asked, Subin gave a simple explanation. It was the term for a man who joined a female-dominated otaku club just to be worshipped and do whatever he wanted—basically the male version of a queen bee from my old world.
They're more serious about cosplay than I expected.
Then Subin spoke in admiration.
"Seeing the president pull off Tomoe cosplay this perfectly makes me think she's really dedicated. I've never seen a cosplay that even got the exact same jacket."
"Who's Tomoe?"
My question made Subin fluster and blush. Chaerin laughed and explained for her.
"She's the main character from a hentai anime."
I almost asked how Chaerin even knew that, but held my tongue. For some reason Subin suddenly went into overdrive and started babbling explanations.
"D-don't put it like that—Sihyuk will get the wrong idea! It's not some weird hentai! It's completely different from something that's just pure smut!"
"It's a moving anime about a girl who can only feel psychological stability when she wears a bunny girl suit. Especially the last episode, the scene where she takes the bunny suit off and kisses her boyfriend… hah!"
Subin realized she'd said too much and turned bright red. Chaerin looked impressed that she knew it so well.
Then Nari, who had been quiet, nodded and spoke softly.
"I like the scene after that the most. She walks down the street completely naked for the childhood-friend boyfriend who's always protected her."
…What the hell kind of hentai is this?
Scenes I didn't know kept pouring from Subin and Nari's mouths; before long the two of them were deep in anime talk and getting along famously.
While we all signed the membership forms, the president and Yuna came back out of the room.
"Um, male freshman? Could the two of us talk for a moment?"
It was obvious she wanted to discuss the emperor-play issue. I nodded without resistance and followed her alone into the president's office.
Once I disappeared into the room, the remaining girls drifted off toward whatever interested them. Subin and Nari blossomed into full otaku conversation mode, while Chaerin left the club room with Yuna to exchange info on tanning oil.
The president's office was cozier than expected. Inside the small room were a soft-looking bed, a vanity with a mirror, and a small sofa for guests. Trophies and certificates from various cosplay contests lined the walls. You could tell how serious she was about the club just from the space.
I sat on the sofa. The president stood opposite me, about to speak. She was obviously going to grill me on why I wanted to join, what anime or manga I knew, how serious I was about cosplay.
So I smiled and asked first.
"Tomoe, right?"
Her movement froze. The stern expression she'd been using to interrogate me instantly softened into something pliable. She stared at me with disbelieving, wavering eyes.
"D-do you… actually know who I'm cosplaying as…?"
"Of course I do. Tomoe. The protagonist who has to wear a bunny girl suit. My favorite scene is the one at the end where she kisses her boyfriend."
At my answer the president's face bloomed bright. The suspicion and wariness filling her eyes ignited into pure passion.
"Yes! Me too! I especially love how taking off the bunny suit stages her finally escaping her past trauma! Everyone just skims it and calls it pure hentai, but there was actually someone who understood the narrative inside…!"
She realized she'd gotten too excited and spoken too loudly, then cleared her throat, embarrassed.
The dignified club president from moments ago was gone. In her place stood a pure otaku girl who'd just met someone who recognized the thing she loved.
I rose from the sofa and slowly approached the thoroughly worked-up woman.
"Seeing Tomoe in the flesh is incredible. Can I touch?"
Maybe it was the sense of kinship from sharing the same hobby. Completely disarmed, the president beamed and said of course I could.
"Sure. Heh, sorry for misunderstanding. I never thought you'd actually watched that anime. Guys usually have a bias against hentai."
"I can see why people would think that. Wow, the costume details are insane, though. The makeup too."
Standing right in front of her, I pretended to admire her while letting my eyes roam her body. Her breasts were so large the pink leotard barely covered any skin, giving it a vulgar look, and the sheer black pantyhose only stoked my lust.
"Right? The clothes are one thing, but the wig and lenses were a real pain to get. I custom-made both of them myself to get as close to Tomoe as possible."
"Those are a wig and lenses? I thought it was your real hair, President Noona. Ah, is it okay if I call you Noona?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. That'd actually make me more comfortable… heehee."
The long orange hair swayed like real strands even though it was a wig, and the orange color contacts added a mysterious air. The more I praised her, the prouder she became, pushing her chest out.
And I, having waited for exactly that, reached for her breasts under the pretense of touching the cosplay costume.
My fingers brushed the smooth, cool surface of the bunny girl leotard. Beyond that chill, President Noona's hot body heat came through perfectly. When my hand began following the contours of her body instead of the costume, her shoulders gave a little jolt.
But whether she was startled or not, I didn't stop. Still pretending to praise the fabric, I cupped her entire right breast in my palm.
"I like the size of your chest too, Noona. Are these fake?"
"…Uh, uh?"
The heavy, soft mass that overflowed a single hand. A flustered sound burst from the president's mouth. Feigning ignorance, I pressed my fingers in and squished the soft flesh. The way it yielded was intoxicating.
"Oh? Real breasts?"
"Th-they're my real breasts!"
"Aha."
—Squish, squish.
My hand slipped casually inside the leotard. I groped her slightly sweaty tit however I pleased. Living in this world had erased any sense that I was sexually harassing anyone. If a man wants to touch, he touches—why would a woman refuse?
"Anyway, I can keep going, right?"
I asked only for form's sake and continued. Her nipples, already stiff and swollen after barely any stimulation, I stroked with my fingertips while smiling.
"Ah, w-wait, hyaah?!"
The president was helpless against my breast-kneading. I breathed hot air against her ear and whispered.
"No bra, huh?"
That whisper was the finishing blow. As if this was her first time being so close to a man, her entire body locked up.
"Th-that's because… Tomoe doesn't wear a bra either…"
She answered almost tearfully.
"You've never been touched by a man while cosplaying like this?"
"A man touching me is, nngh, completely new…"
An adorable virgin declaration. I grinned and lightly licked the lobe of her ear with the tip of my tongue.
"If you've watched a lot of hentai, you know what comes next, right?"
"No way, hii…! S-sex?!"
She really had watched a lot—her progress was fast.
"But… why with a girl like me…?"
"I've always wanted to fuck Tomoe. It's okay if we have sex, right?"
"U-uh?! No, that's, yeah…"
Too flustered to form coherent words, the president just kept giving meaningless answers. I took them as permission. Smoothly I slipped the jacket off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, then took the wrist of the woman who couldn't even think of resisting and led her to the bed.
I laid her down gently.
Looking closer, I noticed a silver zipper running right over the crotch of the bunny girl outfit. A very practical design that let you fuck without removing the costume at all.
"Whoa, there's a zipper over the pussy."
At my admiring murmur the president asked, puzzled.
"Um… you do know Tomoe, right…?"
Apparently a zipper on Tomoe's bunny girl crotch was common knowledge any true fan would know.
"I know. Could you lift your hips a bit more so I can put a pillow under?"
"Huh? Oh, okay…"