Undercover Bunny Girl
The handcuffs were firmly fixed to the iron bars, rendering his arms completely immovable.
The situation was no joke.
A week had passed since his identity as a police officer was exposed, yet it now felt as though her true punishment was only just beginning.
If only he had been more careful, none of this would have happened.
The moment she discovered he was a cop, he should have realized she now saw him as nothing more than a toy.
While regrets and self-reproach swirled in Min-young’s mind, she quietly approached from behind.
Without a word, she tore open the section of the black pantyhose covering his anus—the pantyhose she had forced him to wear.
He had roughly guessed what she intended to do, yet he still hoped he was wrong.
She retrieved the key to the chastity cage from between her breasts, where it hung on a necklace, then pulled aside the crotch of the bunny-girl suit he wore and unlocked the flat chastity device she had fastened on him earlier in her room.
If she was going to remove it anyway, why had she put it back on in the first place?
A wave of overwhelming relief escaped him as an involuntary sigh.
The chastity cage had been far more painful and restrictive than the handcuffs on his wrists, and now it was finally gone.
The moment it was unlocked, his cock sprang free and hardened instantly.
She had not spoken a single word since earlier.
Her silence was far more terrifying than any threat.
She offered no scolding, no blackmail, no mockery.
She simply kept her lips closed, the corners faintly lifted in quiet enjoyment of the scene.
Next, she strapped on an intimidatingly large strap-on dildo.
She squeezed a generous amount of lube from a round container onto the toy, then smeared plenty of it between his buttocks as well.
The cool, sticky sensation sliding down his cleft sent a shiver through him.
They had maintained a tense standoff, neither willing to speak first, but in the end Min-young was the one who broke.
“Boss… I’m sorry… Please, not that…”
His voice trembled, thick with desperation.
“It’s all right, Min-young. You’ve been loosened up plenty with my fingers, haven’t you? This size isn’t that big. Don’t worry.”
“Haa… Please…!”
With those words, she drove the strap-on straight into his anus.
Although his prostate had indeed been trained by her fingers for some time, this was the first time anything this thick and cock-shaped had entered him.
He clenched desperately, trying to push it out, but she simply pressed her hips flush against him and kept forcing it deeper.
He could feel the toy bottoming out inside him.
There was no pleasure—only fear and humiliation.
“Ugh… hngh…!”
His voice came out thin and shaky, frightened whimpers slipping between ragged breaths.
It sounded as though something were lodged deep in his throat, a scream he was barely holding back.
His lips quivered; every shaky inhale betrayed his terror.
Grasping his waist firmly, she began to pull the strap-on back before thrusting forward again.
Her grip was so tight he could feel it through the bunny-girl suit.
The moment she started moving in earnest, the vigorous motion knocked the bunny-ear headband from his head; it clattered onto the cold floor.
Each thrust dragged the glans of the dildo roughly along his inner walls. Whenever it brushed his prostate, a shameful jolt ran through him and precum leaked from his cock.
It had hurt terribly at first, but the longer she pounded into him, the more the sensation began to shift into something else.
He hated himself for feeling any pleasure from this.
Unconsciously, he gritted his teeth.
He wanted to escape this grotesque situation.
A male police officer, dressed in a lewd bunny-girl costume, handcuffed to iron bars, being taken by a woman younger than himself.
Hot tears spilled down his cheeks.
He bit his lip, yet the more he tried to hold them back, the faster they fell.
Shame and despair twisted together; even the tears themselves felt unbearably humiliating.
He tried to wipe them away with the back of his hand, but sobs caught in his throat and refused to be swallowed.
As she continued thrusting, the same thought looped endlessly in his mind.
I was wrong. This is all my fault.
He tried to push the thought away, but reality was merciless.
In the end, everything had led here because of him.
He clenched his fists, yet the mess he had created could no longer be undone.
All of this had begun one week earlier.
When he was a child, Jang Min-young’s father had been a police officer.
In Min-young’s eyes, his father in uniform had looked like a hero.
On weekends, his father would sometimes take him to the station, and the busy, purposeful atmosphere there made young Min-young’s heart race.
He had sworn that one day he would become a police officer too.
Min-young loved shows like Power Rangers. Watching heroes fight for justice, he decided that real-life heroes were police officers.
There might not be a transformation button, but he wanted to protect people the way his father did.
His father always said, “A police officer needs more than strength—he needs brains and courage as well.”
Those words sank deep into Min-young’s heart.
Determined to follow the same path, he found his resolve strengthened further when his older sister, Jang Seo-hyun, became a police officer first.
Seo-hyun had fought through fierce competition to enter the police academy and began her career with pride.
Min-young’s own journey, however, was far from easy.
He possessed a slender, almost feminine appearance and a small, slight build.
While preparing for the police academy entrance exam, those around him openly doubted he could succeed.
During training he was frequently criticized for lacking physical strength, and among his peers his delicate looks often led to him being underestimated.
He could have taken the regular civil-service exam to become an officer, but he wanted proper, in-depth education.
The academy would teach him law, criminal psychology, and investigative techniques, and graduates were commissioned as lieutenants—allowing him to aim higher.
He did not want to be just another patrolman; he wanted to be the kind of officer who actively solved crimes in the field.
While studying for the entrance exam he stayed up countless nights and trained every morning—running, doing push-ups—pushing his frail body far beyond its limits.
He collapsed on the training grounds more times than he could count, yet he never gave up.
The interview preparation was equally grueling. He constantly questioned whether he was truly fit to be a police officer and worked hard to forge a stronger will.
Sometimes he wanted to quit, but thoughts of his father and sister always pulled him back to his feet.
When he finally received his acceptance letter, it felt as though every sacrifice had been worth it.
Even after becoming an officer, however, new difficulties awaited him.
Compared with the other male officers, Min-young stood out sharply. He lacked muscle, his features were too soft, and his slender frame drew attention wherever he went.
At first his colleagues merely looked surprised, but over time they began treating him almost like a female officer.
He tried to ignore it, yet the stares only grew more uncomfortable.
Min-young gritted his teeth and began working out in earnest.
He believed that if he trained hard enough, he would finally develop a masculine physique.
Ironically, the more he exercised, the more his body revealed a distinctly feminine silhouette.
Instead of bulky muscle, his frame grew toned and curved; even his facial lines became sharper and more delicate.
Every time he caught his reflection in the mirror wearing gym clothes, an indescribable feeling washed over him.
This was not the image he had wanted.
Each time, he pushed himself harder, training more intensely than ever.
Yet the results never changed. He remained—and became even more—feminine in appearance.
The path of a police officer was never easy, but if he wanted to become a real-life hero, he had no choice but to keep moving forward.
After joining the force, Min-young was coincidentally assigned to the same department as his sister.
Seo-hyun, however, rarely spoke about her work. Whenever her missions came up, she grew visibly uncomfortable and changed the subject.
Min-young knew better than to press her. Then, one day, she suddenly disappeared.
No one knew what assignment she had been on, and despite internal efforts to locate her, she left behind no clear leads.
After her disappearance, Min-young began to sense something was deeply wrong.
He sought out Yoon Ji-soo, his sister’s former partner in the National Police Agency’s criminal investigation division, who handled intelligence analysis and internal affairs.
This time he was certain.
He carried evidence he had found in Seo-hyun’s room.
When he opened the office door, Ji-soo was seated at her desk, papers spread out and laptop open.
She looked up, avoided his gaze, and forced a smile.
“It’s been a while, Min-young. What brings you here?”
Min-young closed the door and walked straight toward her.
“My sister is missing. You know something about it, don’t you, Inspector Ji-soo?”
Ji-soo’s hand froze for a moment.
She took a deliberate sip of coffee, maintaining a calm expression.
“I’m not sure what you mean. I’m worried about Senior Seo-hyun too. But… you know how she is. She never discussed personal matters.”
Min-young cut her off and stepped closer.
“I know that. But it seems like you’re hiding something. Can’t you at least tell me what she was working on before she vanished?”
“I can’t tell you that…”
That night, Min-young carefully opened the door to his sister’s room.
The space was dark and unnaturally still.
Everything remained exactly as it had been the day she disappeared, as though time itself had stopped.
He slowly scanned the desk.
At first glance it looked tidy, but upon closer inspection he noticed signs that some documents had been hastily gathered—unlike Seo-hyun’s usual meticulous habits.