The Bunny Girl Is Too Sexy
Yoo Harang thought the bunny girl outfit was too damn sexy.
She could fully understand Kang Yeoreum's desire not to be left out, and Kang Gyeol's consideration for his sister. It was no big deal anyway—she could just manage things smoothly from the middle. Even if she ended up crossing that line with Gyeol someday, she had no intention of growing distant from Yeoreum. Yeoreum was her close friend, family, and even her benefactor.
That was her mindset. And from it sprang the impulse.
The reason she added a "bunny girl" outfit to her online shopping cart.
Originally, she'd been thinking of something tame like a uniform cosplay. Something Gyeol, who read a ton of comics, might like—easy-to-find stuff like policewoman, nurse, or flight attendant.
But her thoughts changed after the three of them went shopping. After seeing how Gyeol couldn't tear his eyes away from the black bikini she'd picked out.
She wanted to draw those eyes, burning with desire, even more toward herself.
Of course, it wasn't an easy decision. The moment she set her mind to it and searched specifically for "boyfriend-pleasing bunny girl cosplay," dizziness hit her.
Bunny girl outfits exposed even more skin than lingerie in some cases, and there were absurd styles like reverse bunnies.
At the same time, she figured even the relatively normal(?) bunny girl ones would monopolize Gyeol's gaze.
Imagining his eyes licking over her body brought a surge of shame and embarrassment—but separately, a strange thrill as well.
And then.
"I'll have Gyeol sleep over at our place on Friday."
"You're just heading out now? Are you nuts?"
"Sorry for breaking our promise last time."
"You're about to break a totally different one too? That's why I can't trust you."
"Still, Yeoreum."
"What."
"If, just if something like that happens."
"Don't let it happen in the first—!"
"I want to see you every day like this too."
"……."
"Gyeol feels the same."
"...That guy's probably not."
"He is. I've always been jealous of that. How you two always think of each other."
"……."
"That's why I want to squeeze into that space between you."
"Haa...."
"Will you let me?"
"Sleepover only. That's as far as it goes."
"......Okay, got it."
"What? Why the sulky reaction? Hey, what'd you buy for that cosplay thing?!"
"Something normal."
"No way, show me! What the—!"
"Secret."
With Kang Yeoreum's permission secured, she planned to give it her all.
Yoo Harang had never dated before, but as a college girl in her early twenties, she naturally viewed physical intimacy between lovers as essential.
It could be as simple as holding hands, or a hug sharing body warmth, or a deep kiss that brought ecstatic happiness.
Or... perhaps something more. Something beyond that.
When I opened the door to my girlfriend's officetel, there was a black bunny standing there.
Langi noona's signature long, wavy black hair was the same as ever. But everything else was a complete 180.
Starting with the bunny ear headband perched right on her head.
Her usually stoic face was trembling with embarrassment—eyebrows quivering, eyes swimming, lips pursed tight. Her slightly exposed ears were beet red, like ripe persimmons.
And the pièce de résistance, the all-important top and bottom outfit.
"Whoa..."
I gaped, letting out an involuntary gasp of admiration the instant it hit my eyes. I couldn't help it.
Her model-like 170cm frame stretched tall and sleek, with her shoulders, upper chest, and arms completely bare. The only thing around her neck was a black ribbon choker.
From the middle of her noona's relatively ample chest—big compared to her build—the classic black bunny girl outfit flowed perfectly.
From those assertive breasts downward: a cinched waist, then smooth lines sweeping from her hips to between her thighs. Her wide thighs and down to her toes were wrapped in fishnet stockings that felt even more provocative just to look at.
No fancy patterns, lace, or gimmicks—just the pure archetype, and that's what made it perfect.
No joke, I lost my mind staring.
Noona, letting me take it all in despite her shyness, had her arms behind her back, showing off her full body.
"...G-Gyeol."
"Yeah."
Her voice trembled in a way utterly unlike Langi noona as she called my name. I answered, but my eyes stayed glued to her bunny girl getup.
And when her lips parted again.
"Tonight... you're staying over, so change your clothes fir— mmph..."
*Smack*
I couldn't let her finish. In one step, I closed the distance, grabbed her soft upper arms, and crushed my lips to hers.
*Mmm... ha... Gyeol, ah... slurp... haa... too rough... mm...*
All the clumsy techniques I'd picked up from dozens of kisses with noona and double-checked online flew out of my head.
I just couldn't hold back the excitement, the longing, the impulse—I overwhelmed her with raw force.
But I clung to the last shred of reason, carefully guiding her toward the bed so she wouldn't get hurt.
I pried her mouth wide, lips overlapping without room to breathe, tongue probing every corner like I meant to steal all her saliva.
"Mm... haa... smack... mff!"
Whenever I pulled back even briefly to kiss the corners of her mouth, her heated breaths drove me wild, and I'd seal her lips again.
*Thud!*
Before I knew it, we'd reached her bed. I wrapped one arm around her lower back and gently laid her down atop it.
I had no clue what material this skin-tight bunny suit was made of. Smooth like leather, maybe.
A stray thought like that flickered, but when I paused the kiss again.
Looking down at noona on the bed, gazing up at me.
Seeing the pleading look in her eyes.
Her snowy skin from shoulders to chest.
And when noona finally gave in, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down.
I couldn't think straight anymore.
No room, no reason for anything but licking, nibbling, sucking her lips and tongue.
How many times did I fight the urge to let my hands drift toward her chest?
Instinct really was a thing—your body knew what to do even without experience.
But if I touched her there, I'd lose all control. So I slid my fidgeting hand up instead, stroking her soft hair.
"Mm... smack..."
Her silky locks, as she duck-billed her lips like a duck, hugged me tight, lost in the kiss.
The second I got to the officetel, I mindlessly dove straight into kissing her. But honestly, it wasn't my fault. Noona's cosplay was just too devastatingly powerful.
If I were an adult, it wouldn't have stopped at kissing—we'd have gone straight into way heavier territory, nonstop.
I deserved praise for holding back with just kisses. I resisted my desires with every ounce of strength. Phew, I'm amazing!
"......"
Well, noona looked a bit unsatisfied, but whatever.
Anyway, after toppling her onto the bed and making out nonstop, I finally snapped out of it, headed to the bathroom, and changed into the comfy pants and tee she'd bought me before.
When I came back out, noona was sitting demurely on the bed, face flushed, so I sat beside her.
Unable to control my gaze, I kept stealing side-glances at her bunny girl outfit.
Head to toe, there wasn't a single flaw. The bunny ear headband and her blushing face were adorable; the ribbon choker around her neck was sexy; her exposed upper chest and cleavage made my lower half go haywire on sight.
And the bunny girl bottom, like lingerie, paired with those fishnets... What do I do? Should I push her down right now and actually do it?
I was seriously pondering an R-rated act when noona tugged lightly at my short sleeve and spoke.
"...Gyeol."
"Y-yeah."
"......Does it suit me?"
"Insanely. It suits you so perfectly, you're so gorgeous, I'm going crazy right now."
"Yeah... hehe."
She let out a soft laugh at my praise. But rating Langi noona's bunny girl with just that was impossible—I had no mental bandwidth left for words.
Because my eyes were...
"......"
Maybe my stare was too obvious. Noona's hand slyly covered her cleavage.
I'd been sneaky with side-glances, but from her angle, it must've been blatant.
I inwardly sighed in regret as that valley vanished from view—then noona stood up.
She stepped in front of me, looked into my eyes, and climbed onto my lap.
Same position as that time we kissed before.
Now, at eye level, her cleavage I'd been peeking at was way closer. A slight dip of my gaze, and her thighs and crotch came into view.
So I had no choice but to look up at her face.
"Noona. You know this position is super dangerous right now, yeah?"
"You've sat like this before."
"The outfit makes it different from back then."
"Don't like it?"
"I love it."
I fought not to look down. Sure, she'd worn it partly to be seen, but staring blatantly was uncool.
Even though I wanted to so bad!
But then.
As if reading my inner conflict, noona gripped my shoulders and whispered in my ear.
"...Wanna touch?"