Playboy Bunny
Bunny Girl. The official name is the Playboy Bunny. A costume first introduced by the American adult magazine company Playboy, which has received much attention and love for decades. That was the only information I knew about bunny girls. I didn't know how a bunny girl came to be born here, where there is no Earth and no country called America. Honestly, I didn't care much. Human desire must be pretty much the same everywhere.
Although spring weather was warmer compared to winter, the chill had not completely faded. Besides, it was now past three in the morning. Going out in such thin clothing was bound to be chilly. But the reason I was wrapping my trench coat so tightly around myself right now wasn't because of the cold. It was because beneath this coat, I was wearing an obscene bunny girl outfit.
I hesitated, covering my chest with my arms. Ugh, I should have been more meticulous. Instead of just roughly measuring my size and buying it, I should have tried it on to make sure it fit properly. It feels way too tight... Mmh, well, I can still wear it, so I guess it's fine.
Atop my golden hair, which reflected the dim light, the rabbit ears of the headband stood perked up. Every time I took a cautious step, they swayed in sync with my stride, just like a real rabbit's ears. Below my head, a ribbon-shaped neck choker wrapped tightly around my throat. It reminded me of the time I had mindlessly slipped my neck into a noose, making my heart throb with excitement.
The black leotard, which cinched my waist like a corset, was strapless, and its size was barely enough to cover my buttocks. It felt like my breasts would spill out with the slightest movement, naturally making my steps tentative. White cuffs contrasted sharply with the black on my wrists, and sheer fishnet tights on my legs blatantly emphasized the curves of my lower body. The high heels, clicking with every step, were something I was wearing for the first time, so I wasn't used to them at all. It felt like I was walking on tiptoe.
The white, fluffy, round bunny tail was attached slightly above my buttocks, around my waist, but it kept brushing against the flesh of my rear. Was Lucia's butt just big, or was the bunny tail too large? Or was it because the outfit and the high heels forced me to sway my hips as I walked? Mmh, I don't know. It's not a major inconvenience, so let's not worry about it.
I tried my best to muffle my footsteps. The clicking of the high heels was so loud that it felt like it could be heard from far away. He-he, he-het... That wouldn't do. My current appearance... I absolutely can't show this to anyone.
The academy boasted a massive campus. It was excessively large compared to the number of enrolled students. Even the most prestigious university campuses wouldn't hold a candle to it. Because of its sheer size, many facilities were situated within the academy grounds. The pond-adorned garden I was currently shivering and walking through was one of them.
Though called a garden, its scale was closer to that of a public park. While smaller than the county park in the middle of the city center that I had visited during my daytime walk, it boasted an excessively vast area for something attached to a mere school. It was a luxury possible only because the academy received massive state-level funding. It was lavishly decorated under the pretext of "students' psychological stability" and whatnot. There was even a fountain that shot water dozens of meters into the air, looking like something straight out of a theme park.
During the day, it was bustling with students, but at this hour, it was hard to find any sign of life. The only presence here was me.
Click. I tried to be careful, but the heels made noise again. A shiver ran down my spine. The blowing wind carried the sharp sound of my footsteps far into the distance. My heart throbbed wildly.
Creeping along like a crawling turtle, I finally arrived at the fountain in the center of the garden. I exhaled a hot breath. White mist flowed from my lips like dry ice. I stiffly turned my head. I scanned the surroundings, straining my ears. No one was there. Only a deep silence and stillness, where not even the chirping of insects could be heard, welcomed me.
I had been tense, wondering if there might be students enjoying a secret tryst, but disappointingly, there were none. Ah, no, not disappointingly—thankfully, I mean. I must be too nervous, making slips of the tongue like that. Mmh, I must never let my guard down. I have to keep my ears perked up at all times, just like the rabbit ears on my head. My heart pounded furiously at the thrilling suspense of not knowing when or who might show up.
It wasn't just people I had to watch out for. There were security cameras in this world too. Although technology hadn't developed as much as in my original world, meaning only a few were installed even in the academy—the most critical facility for nurturing supernatural ability users—they did exist. I had already mapped out their locations beforehand. But you never know. There might be a camera I missed. Maybe I had already been caught. Maybe someone was watching me right now.
"Ah..." At that thought, my heart skipped a beat. The corners of my mouth trembled. I took a deep breath in and let it out. A tickling sensation spread through my chest, as if insects were crawling over it.
"Haa..." Slip. The trench coat slid down. The cold wind brushed against my exposed skin. Was this shivering because of the cold? Yes, it must be. As the coat came off, my body was fully revealed. I transformed from a suspicious person in a trench coat and rabbit ears into an obscene bunny girl. Which one was more suspicious?
The tight leotard emphasized every single curve of Lucia's toned, flawless body without reservation. Pressing down on my tightly squeezed breasts, I curled my body slightly as if trying to hide. Ah... This is more... embarrassing... than I thought...
If someone were to see me right now, what would they think? They'd probably think I'm a pervert wearing a bunny girl outfit in the dead of night... But still, isn't this better than being stark naked? Lucia crawled on all fours like a dog, completely naked without a single thread on her, wearing nothing but a collar. Wagging her hips filthily like a tail. I'm different from that Lucia. I'm far more rational than her, which is why I'm properly dressed. It might be a bit revealing and provocative, but... s-still, I'm wearing clothes! See, I'm just cosplaying. People who like this kind of stuff probably do exactly what I'm doing. They wear the costumes they want and take photos outside, right? This is just a normal hobby.
Good. The embarrassment faded slightly. I straightened my bent back and lowered the arms that had been shielding my chest. Now... what should I do? I hadn't really planned anything. Should I just wander around and take a walk, like I did during the day? Yes, let's do that. After all, I came out because I wanted to feel the night breeze.
Click. Making clicking sounds with my heels, I stepped under the dim lights. In this garden where there was no one but me, I spread my arms wide as if showing off. The thumping beat of my heart grew louder and louder. It felt like someone could jump out from the bushes at any moment. With every step, the tension escalated. I couldn't see my face right now since there was no mirror, but wasn't it probably as red as a ripe apple?
"He-het..." Tingle, tingle. The night breeze was nice. It felt like my mind was clearing up. It felt as if all the shackles binding me had fallen away, leaving me completely free. Throb, throb. When the heart beats too fast, it becomes pain. I squeezed my thighs together. The backs of my knees tingled.
"But... something's missing..." It was a refreshing feeling, similar to when I choked my neck with a whip, but somehow it felt two percent lacking. What was missing? Mmh... A sense of liberation? Relief? I don't know. The wind was cool, and the pounding rhythm of my heart was as cheerful as a melody. I felt good, definitely good... I furrowed my brow. Tickle, tickle. It was a nagging sensation, like being teased with a feather.
What would Lucia have done at a time like this? First, she would have stripped off the bunny girl outfit and returned to her natural state, right? And then, as I mentioned earlier... Ah.
"That's right... Right now, I'm a bunny..." Rabbits don't walk on two legs. They walk on four. B-but if I do that, I won't be any different from Lucia. Why did I become a bunny girl in the first place? To prove that I'm different from Lucia... ...No. No. Don't get it twisted. Right now, I'm just cosplaying, aren't I? If I'm going to do it, I should do it properly. There's no other meaning to it. Just, to make the cosplay more accurate... Yes, that's it.
I swallowed hard. My throat trembled with a gulp. Contrary to the chilly temperature, my body heat was rising rapidly. My legs creaked as if they were rusted. I stiffly leaned my upper body forward. A strange resistance washed over me. Bending my waist was harder than usual. Slowly, the ground drew closer. Slowly. Very slowly. Perhaps because of the dim streetlights, my vision gradually narrowed. A sense of aversion arose. As if I were standing before a line that must never be crossed.
Forcing myself to shake it off, I stretched out my trembling arms. My right hand touched the ground. A shudder ran through my entire body. With trembling fingers, I supported my body weight with my left hand this time.
"Ha... Ha-hat..." Drops of sweat trickled down my forehead and along my jawline. Unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me, my shoulders shook. I moved my right hand. Stepping forward as if my palm were a foot. Next, my right foot. Then, my left hand. Finally, my left foot. At this very moment, my hands became feet. I walked on all fours.
"...Ha... He-he... He-het..." I walked. Step, step. I crawled forward. Reaching out with my front paws, following with my hind paws.
"Ah... Ugh... Ahhh..." My hips swayed ridiculously. My arms wobbled, and my legs trembled as if they were being electrocuted. Aside from the fact that I was wearing high heels, humans are not creatures meant to walk on all fours. It was bound to be awkward for a human evolved for bipedalism to crawl on all fours. Yet, I didn't stop. Lifting my head to look forward, I stretched out my four limbs.
"Ah..." My trembling front legs gave out. There was no way I lacked physical strength as a supernatural ability user. My face scraped against the ground, and my chest was crushed beneath me. A stinging pain flared up. The scent of dirt filled my nose. I tried to stand up, but my arms refused to listen. With my face buried in the dirt and my lower body thrust up toward the sky in a bizarre posture, I spoke.
"I..." What on earth am I doing? This is weird... This wasn't... what I intended. I just wanted to take a short walk and go back... So why am I crawling on all fours here? I'm not an animal. This is so perverted. I'm not Lucia. I am Lucia, but I'm different from her... I was supposed to be... far more rational. I can't control my own mind. Lucia's body is encroaching upon my soul.
I stroked my head with my dirty palm. I pulled off the headband. How foolish. What do you mean, "bunny"? Stop trying to deceive yourself. Think about what you've been doing for the past few days. How are you any different from Lucia? You're Lucia herself. You're a pervert just like her!
"No... I'm different... Different... I'm different..." Calling it training every single time while just self-harming. Knowing the truth all along but desperately turning a blind eye. And now, crawling around on all fours in this obscene outfit. I'm so pathetic I can't even laugh. Now, I think I understand a little. Lucia's feelings. That unbearable feeling of finding oneself utterly pathetic. Let's stop running away from reality. I am, I am...
"A per... vert..." Just like Lucia. A wave of self-loathing washed over me. I felt so filthy I wanted to tear my hair out right this second. My chest ached. My heart was pounding more violently than ever before. It was throbbing like a runaway train with broken brakes.
"...He..." I parted my lips. My pink tongue touched the ground. "He-het..." I licked the dirt as if licking a plate clean. The earthy taste filled my mouth, making it hard to keep a clear head. "That's right... I'm a pervert..." A pervert who gets even more aroused by the very self-loathing they feel. I guess what I said earlier was wrong. I wasn't a pervert like Lucia. I was more of a pervert than Lucia.