Chapter 273: Rabbit in the Moon (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 273: Rabbit in the Moon (3)
The bunny girl.
Though it leans toward the fantasy genre, it’s no exaggeration to call it the most famous cosplay in modern-day Earth.
As the name suggests, the motif is a rabbit. The bunny ears, the round tail, and cute decorations like ribbons openly declare it.
But the bunny girl outfit, with its leotard, stockings, and high heels, is designed to maximize exposure, making it sensual and accentuating the wearer’s femininity.
While people perceive rabbits as small, cute animals, they are, in reality, the epitome of a creature in heat 24/7. In a way, you could say the outfit is surprisingly faithful to its source.
When even an average woman puts on a bunny girl outfit, her sexual appeal increases exponentially, as if she’s equipped a game item.
That’s how overpowered the outfit is.
So what happens when a beautiful woman with a great figure wears one?
Goddamn… this is insane.
Karami’s current reaction was the perfect explanation.
Though they had become bunny girls to please their master, the slaves themselves were full of curiosity, busy checking out each other’s appearances.
“Mirabelle is so cute, isn’t she?”
“She is. Did one of the staff members put that carrot on for you?”
“Yes, the bunny girl unni said it would look good on me.”
While the others wore chokers, Mirabelle alone wore a shackle. A carrot-shaped charm dangled from its lock, making any other accessory unnecessary.
“Is it fair to be this cute and this sexy? What are the rest of us supposed to do?” Alfia teased.
“S-Sexy…! I-I’m not that… Hahh…”
“No, I’m not kidding. You’re fucking hot.”
Mirabelle covered her face in denial, but the blush spreading from her exposed collarbones to her shoulders was a passionate testament to her embarrassment.
Compared to the other slaves around Karami, Mirabelle was still rather immature. She was closer to a girl than a woman, the youngest of the group, the one you’d hope would remain pure.
But the bunny girl outfit emphasized Mirabelle’s hidden femininity, creating a gap between her usual self and this new appearance that was impossible to witness otherwise.
“You’re cute too, Alfia. And so are you, Azyeth. And Elize, and Narsha is…”
“Miss Mirabelle, why did you stop? Please continue. What about me?”
“Narsha, you’re… well…”
“Hey, have some decency. Looks like all your points went to your tits, not your conscience.”
“Stop saying tits! And you’re one to talk with that tattoo on your body? Anyone would think you’re a prostitute.”
Alfia turned her back.
“This? I think it’s pretty. And you’re right, I am a whore. My darling’s personal whore~”
Narsha’s taunt had no effect on Alfia.
Meanwhile, Rin, who had refused to become a bunny girl and stood a step away from the group, learned something new as she watched the slaves’ antics.
“We’re so obnoxious. I was like that too, wasn’t I? I can see it now from a distance.”
“It’s good that you realize it now. As your master, I’m overcome with emotion.”
Rin’s growth was truly moving, but if he left them alone, Karami felt like some truly colorful curses would start flying out of Narsha’s mouth, so he stepped in to mediate.
“Alright, alright, if you two keep fighting, I’ll make you kiss. So stop it.”
This time, Narsha seemed genuinely angry, still glaring at Alfia even after Karami’s intervention.
“Narsha.”
At his continued mediation, she let out a deep sigh and reluctantly reined in her anger.
“Rami… what do we… do now?”
“Hmm, I wonder?”
It was nice to feast his eyes on his beautiful slaves, but he couldn’t think of anything specific to do. The slaves, too, had no idea what one was supposed to do in a bar like this.
As he was pondering what to do, a real bunny girl, not just one in cosplay, chimed in.
“Hop, hop! Can’t think of anything to do? Then let Rabbit help you out! Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
“Great! I, Rabbit, will be your host. First, let’s loosen up this stiff atmosphere. I know the perfect mini-game for this!”
With a level of hyper energy that was hard to match, Rabbit brought over a tray. On it were red cherries with their stems still attached.
“By any chance, do you know this old saying? They say a person who can tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue is an amazing kisser!”
“Really?”
“Who among you is the best kisser? Aren’t you curious? Let’s find out! The winner gets a prize from the Master. How about it? Doesn’t that fire you up?”
“Sounds good. It seems fun, shall we give it a try?”
“Yes.”
A prize from their master, and kissing.
It was the perfect combination to pique the slaves’ interest.
“You should try too, Rin.”
“Should I?”
“Wait a minute, if she joins, it’s obvious she’ll get first place. She’s not even a bunny girl, so she should sit this one out, just to be fair.”
Alfia complained about Rin’s participation. It was clear as day that Rin, with her maxed-out sexual stats, would win.
“Where’s the fun in being petty like that? If you’re not good enough, you should be the one to try harder. Why pick on Rin? Right, Master?”
“Well, it’s just a mini-game, so let’s have everyone participate. The person who ties the knot the fastest wins, right?”
“Excellent! Then I’ll give the starting signal!”
A warm-up before the main event.
Who would tie the knot first?
They each ate a cherry and took the stem.
“Okay, is everyone ready? Then get ready… start!”
At the signal, they all popped the stems into their mouths. They began to diligently work their mouths, trying to tie a knot—
“I’m done!”
—but just as they were about to try, Mirabelle stuck out her tongue, almost at the same time the game started. A knotted cherry stem rested on her small tongue.
First place went to Mirabelle. Though they couldn’t get first, the others busily moved their tongues, aiming for at least second place.
“Done…”
Second place, Azyeth.
“I’m done as well.”
“Me too.”
“Me too. This is pretty hard.”
“…The only thing you’re good at is being shameless.”
Karami, Elize, Alfia, and Narsha came in 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th, respectively. Meanwhile, even after everyone else had finished, Rin still hadn’t managed it.
“What the? I thought she’d be first, but she’s dead last.”
“I know, right? That’s really unexpected.”
The result was strangely surprising.
Rin scrunched up her face, struggling.
“How the hell do you do this…!”
It was a ridiculous situation. The one who loved all things sexual more than anyone, who had even pounced on her master, couldn’t even tie a simple knot. The gumiho’s pride hit rock bottom.
“And that’s supposed to be a gumiho?”
“You know how in romance novels, you sometimes get those crazy characters who’ll let you do anything to their body but refuse to kiss? Maybe she’s one of those.”
“How can a gumiho seduce a man if she can’t even kiss? Miss Rin, should I teach you how?”
As the others poked fun at her, Rin finally lost her patience and spat out the stem.
“Rin’s not playing!”
“Um, is it really that hard?”
Not understanding, Mirabelle popped another cherry stem into her mouth. After a moment of mumbling, she opened her mouth. A series of knots were tied along the once-straight stem.
“…What the hell is that?”
“I think she did that faster than I tied my one knot.”
“I think I can do other things besides this.”
Mirabelle put another stem in her mouth and began to work it. This time, a ribbon appeared instead of a knot.
Everyone marveled at Mirabelle’s new skill.
“How do you do that?”
“You just… do it.”
“Show us how.”
“It’s really nothing special.”
Mirabelle opened her mouth so everyone could see and began to tie the cherry stem into a ribbon. Her tongue moved like a snake, ravishing the stem.
“Yew jusht move it wike thish, and thish.”
After a few flicks of her tongue, the ribbon was complete in an instant.
“Ta-da, easy, right?”
“Woooow…”
Azyeth let out a gasp of amazement and clapped her hands.
But from that point on, the way the other slaves looked at Mirabelle changed.
“I don’t know about easy… but Miss Mirabelle, you have quite an erotic side to you, contrary to how you look.”
“Huh?”
“Wow, that tongue work is no joke. I bet Mirabelle’s an amazing kisser.”
“W-What are you saying…!”
Thump!
Elize grabbed Mirabelle by both shoulders.
“Miss Mirabelle, I can’t tell just by watching. Please, pretend my tongue is the stem and give me a demonstration.”
“Even if you are the Saint, if it’s not the Master, I’d rather not…”
“It’s not fair that you only do it with the Master! I want to kiss you too, Mirabelle! I want to feel that soft-looking tongue for myself! Come here!”
“Kuaaang! Master!”
Karami pulled Mirabelle away from Elize, who had turned into a kiss-crazed monster lunging at her.
“Mirabelle, congratulations on first place. You have a talent for it.”
“Hehehe.”
Of course, it was less a talent and more the fruit of her labor. How could her skills not improve when she gave him a morning kiss every single day?
To think that Mirabelle, who had been so shy at first, had become the most skilled with her tongue. As her master, he was overcome with emotion at his slave’s growth.
“As promised, the winner gets a prize. What do you wish for?”
“I want to sit on your lap, Master.”
“Alright.”
Mirabelle familiarly settled onto Karami’s lap.
Ooh.
Karami let out an internal cry of admiration. It was something they always did, but what was different from usual was Mirabelle’s state.
The bunny girl outfit left her back exposed. Mirabelle’s back, which had always been hidden by her maid outfit, was now in plain view.
The soft line of her shoulders flowing from her nape, her shoulder blades protruding like small wings, and the smooth line of her spine that his fingertips could just glide down.
He impulsively pressed his lips to the center of her back and sucked.
“Hic?! M-Master?”
“Mirabelle, your back is very beautiful.”
“Th-Thank you…”
Mirabelle trembled slightly under Karami’s unending kisses.
“Now then, shall we move on to the next game?”