Chapter 272: Rabbit in the Moon (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 272: Rabbit in the Moon (2)
Isn't this exactly what it feels like to be caught by your wife while secretly drinking with your friends?
Karami, who had never even dated, let alone married, felt it vividly, as if the soul of a married man had possessed him.
The bunny girls who had been hopping around were gone, replaced by the six slaves he always saw.
As Elize looked down on him as if he were an insect, Antonius pushed himself up with his staff.
“Hnngh…”
“Where are you going, old man?”
“The Lord is calling for me.”
“Didn’t you say there’s no such thing as the voice of God?”
“Amen…”
Antonius vanished.
Alfia glared at Victor.
“Master?”
“Oh my, is it that time already? I wonder if Emily is sleeping well…”
“Didn’t you say you saw her sleeping before you came out?”
“She’s the type of child who cries when I’m not there…”
This time, Victor vanished.
Azyeth stared at Hargran, her eyes curved into crescents.
“…”
“I don’t really feel like drinking today.”
“Who doesn’t feel like drinking? You were the one who said we should drink until one of us drops dead…”
“Shut that mouth, twig.”
In a flash, three of them were gone, leaving only Karami and Bolt.
“Well, it’s just the two of us left, Karami. But who cares? I won’t abandon you, so don’t you worry. We’ve got even prettier girls here now, so let’s drink our hearts out—”
“Get lost.”
Rin pressed down on the crown of Bolt’s head, and he vanished with a pop. She hadn’t killed him; he was probably shivering in the cold wind on some rooftop by now.
Leaping over the sofa, Rin took the seat beside Karami where Bolt had been sitting and started nibbling on some cheese.
In the blink of an eye, Karami was the only man left from the gathering.
“…Well then, I’ll be on my way.”
“Where are you going? You have to finish what you ordered. Here, say ‘ah.’ Your cute little Ar-chan will feed you.”
Karami, who had been about to lift his butt off the seat, sat back down.
Two in front of him.
Two to his sides.
Two behind him.
He was surrounded with no room to escape.
He couldn’t just sit here.
Karami decided to turn the tables and go on the offensive.
“Were you tailing me? Secretly, without my permission as your master? Is this how a slave should behave?”
“We were concerned for your safety, Master, so we followed you as an escort. But, Master, may I ask what exactly this scene is?”
“Hmm, can I say no?”
Narsha’s gaze grew even sharper.
Apparently not.
“Master, when I asked if there were women here, didn’t you say no?”
“Half the world is women; where can you go that doesn’t have them? I came to a bar, and it just so happened to have a lot of women.”
“Oh, you’ve got a silver tongue, don’t you?”
“It’s the only thing that’s kept me alive. Without it, I’d be a corpse.”
The frigid atmosphere remained.
Ar-chan… no, Alfia, sat on the table and crossed her legs. A natural lover of alcohol, she took a sip of the drink she had poured for Karami.
Savoring the apple-scented cider, Alfia licked her lips.
“So, darling, why did you come here?”
“Hah, everyone. You seem to think I came here to be entertained by women while I drink, but you are sorely mistaken.”
“Is that so?”
“I merely came here to hold a meeting and see if there were any good business ideas. What do you all take me for?”
“I see.”
Alfia nodded.
“Mirabelle, shall we illuminate his inner thoughts?”
“Alfia. Are you saying you don’t trust me, your master?”
“Of course not. I trust my darling completely. Just think of this as a process to make that trust even stronger.”
“That process will only lower my trust in you. If you do it, I’ll get angry.”
“How cheap.”
A slave was not supposed to harbor dissatisfaction with their master’s actions, so they knew Karami was letting them off easy.
They were simply expressing their disappointment in the form of an interrogation.
Having suppressed their complaints with his authority as master, Karami changed the subject.
“By the way, where did the original staff go? You didn’t, say, erase them from existence, did you?”
“They’re all waiting in the back. They seemed happy to get a break.”
“I rented out the whole place for the night. There are no other customers besides me.”
Narsha flinched and glanced around. The moment she calculated a rough estimate of the cost, her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately glared at Karami.
“I didn’t use the merchant group’s money. I only used my own, so don’t look at me so frighteningly.”
“Everything in the merchant group belongs to you, Master, but the money you possess is also the group’s funds. I’ll have to reconsider the amount of your allowance.”
“Ah.”
Karami’s face fell.
It was the price for his excessive luxury.
“Let’s go back to the merchant group…”
It seemed he would only get an earful if he stayed here.
Karami stood up weakly.
Seeing his dejected state, the slaves exchanged glances, sizing up the situation.
After a moment of silent signals passing between the slaves—signals their master couldn’t understand—a small sigh was heard. Elize offered a faint smile.
“Master, are you just going to leave like this?”
“Is there anything else to do besides go back?”
“It’s a waste of money to leave when you’ve rented the whole place, and since both you and we have our dissatisfactions, why don’t we resolve things cleanly here tonight?”
“How so?”
Elize glanced at Alfia, who was already dressed as a bunny girl.
“We don’t like the idea of women who aren’t your slaves serving you, and you want to see bunny girls. I saw there were various outfits in the staff room earlier. As a compromise, how about we become the bunny girls and serve you tonight?”
“You all will?”
“Of course, if you’d rather not, Master…”
“Let’s do it.”
An immediate answer without a moment’s hesitation.
Right now, Alfia was the only one in a bunny girl outfit.
A green leotard and high heels that suited the nature-evoking Alfia, with a matching headband.
A white ribbon was tied around her slender ankle, and a leaf tattoo was etched onto her smooth, exposed back.
She alone was already so unique, but a chance to see the other five in bunny outfits?
He absolutely couldn’t pass that up.
“Alright. Please wait a moment.”
Smiling, Elize led the other slaves into the staff break room.
Alfia, already changed, ate the cheese and drank the alcohol Karami had ordered as if it were her own, while Rin refused to leave Karami’s side.
“Aren’t you changing, Rin?”
“What am I lacking that I should have to imitate a rabbit? It’s common sense that foxes are cuter than rabbits.”
It was a matter of fox pride.
Back when beastkin could only make animal noises, it was the Fox Clan who spoke and used magic, reigning above them all.
As Rin, the Gumiho who could be called the head of the Fox Clan, imitating a mere beastkin was unpleasant.
“I see Miss Myra didn’t come with you.”
“She was out for a run, so I didn’t bother bringing her. I didn’t think she’d be interested anyway.”
“Good. No need to disturb her.”
When would the girls be out?
Just as Karami was fidgeting his fingers, waiting impatiently, the clack, clack of high heels echoed. The slaves, now in bunny outfits, came out one by one and stood in a line before him.
“Hwaaah… Th-this outfit is so revealing.”
“To think they serve customers wearing something like this…”
Karami’s eyes devoured the sight of his slaves transformed into bunny girls.
First, Mirabelle.
A white leotard that contrasted with her dark navy hair. Fishnet stockings wrapped around her delicate legs and high heels that emphasized their shape. Her shoulders were flushed a rosy pink with embarrassment.
The carrot charm attached to her shackle was a charming point.
She stood on the thrilling line between innocence and maturity. The way she fidgeted, trying to cover the space between her legs, was just fucking sexy.
Next was Azyeth, a blue bunny girl that suited her perfectly. The shoes she wore weren’t ordinary high heels, but glass slippers she had made herself from ice.
A snow rabbit from a fairy-tale ice kingdom. Snow White encroaching on Cinderella’s territory. Azyeth seemed to think so too, as she looked pleased with her appearance. Far from being embarrassed, she was excited.
Then there was Elize.
The classic black leotard and red bowtie of a bunny girl. A slender waist leading down to her famously wide hips.
The thigh gap created where her thick thighs, sheathed in sheer black pantyhose, met.
The outfit was so tight that the line of her navel was clearly visible, and she kept tugging at the fabric over her rear. Each time she did, the faint trace of the cleft between her legs was revealed.
Elize was just as sensual as any of them.
Last was Narsha in a red leotard, and all eyes were fixed on her chest. Feeling the stares, Narsha shrank back slightly.
“Why are you all staring like that?”
“You have to ask?”
The curves that flowed from her armpits. The massive mounds of flesh. The deep valley carved where her two breasts met, and the sensual shadow it cast.
As expected of characters from an otaku game, they were all well-endowed, but Narsha was exceptionally large even among the slaves.
To put it crudely, they were big enough to eat off of.
The flimsy chest piece of the bunny suit could hardly contain them all. She was supporting them from below with her arms, as if afraid their sheer weight would make them spill out.
“Woah… Lady Narsha, you’re incredible.”
“Is that a rabbit or a dairy cow?”
“No wonder she turned into a cow that one time.”
“Hey, cow. Give us some milk.”
“It’s not like it’s your first time seeing them! How can you tease me when you’ve seen them in the bath! I’m a person, don’t call me a cow! And the milk doesn’t come out anymore!”
“Huh? Anymore…?”
“Anymore? So you’re saying it used to come out…”
“Shut up, please!”
Incensed by the constant slander, Narsha attempted to shield herself. Not that it did any good; it seemed to only make things worse.
The anger born from her indignation turned toward Karami, the cause of this whole situation.
“Ugh…! This is all your fault, Master! You enjoy putting us in these shameless outfits…! I won’t forgive you unless you enjoy this so much you lose your mind!”
At Narsha’s somewhat twisted demand, Karami gave a thumbs-up.
“Don’t you worry at all. I’m moved by your sacrifice, offering your bodies to satisfy your master’s desires. I will do my utmost to enjoy it.”