It’s okay because it’s not human
Chapter 199: Touching a Bunny Girl is Forbidden (1)

Chapter 199: Touching a Bunny Girl is Forbidden (1)

For a moment, my hand twitched, instinctively reaching toward Bella’s ass. But with superhuman restraint, I managed to pull it back.

"Kid... you’re just going to look, right?"

"Yes."

As if reassured by my answer, Bella placed both hands demurely over her lower belly and stood perfectly still. It seemed like she was afraid that any movement might cause the fabric to burst or buttons to pop off, given how tight the outfit was on her body.

'Her tail is trembling while curled up tightly—definitely different from the fake decorative bunny tails!'

Unlike humans who simply attached fluffy decorations to their lower backs, Bella’s real tail, connected to her spine, twitched with nervous tension. It nestled perfectly between the curves of her ass, almost as if it were intentionally accentuating them, silently demanding attention. The way her lower cheeks spilled slightly from the outfit, pressing against the fishnet stockings, made my lower half stir with energy just from looking at her.

Instead of her usual comfortable, low-heeled shoes, she was now wearing towering stilettos, at least the height of my palm. Her already long legs appeared even longer, emphasizing the curves of her toned thighs. The slight tension in her inner thighs made her muscles subtly stand out, proving just how much lower body strength she had.

And then there was her waist.

Despite the extra softness across her body, her waist remained impossibly slender, making it all the more tempting. It was as if nature had ensured that the only parts of her body meant to entice a man were given the perfect amount of plushness. Her slim waist contrasted with the gentle curve where her hips began, creating an irresistible visual cue: 'From here starts the hips—so enjoy the view.'

And, of course, there were her breasts—often called "rabbit breasts."

Already perky, they were now pushed up even further by the tight bunny outfit, leaving the upper curves completely exposed. They rose like soft, round loaves of bread, inviting my hands to rest on them—or maybe even give them a playful drumbeat. My fingers twitched involuntarily, yearning to reach out, but I barely restrained myself.

Her neck was delicate, her shoulders dainty. For someone with such prominent curves, Bella’s overall size was still on the petite side. It was as if her body was designed solely to draw in males, effortlessly seductive yet unconsciously unaware of its own allure.

Her bright red eyes, which had been darting around nervously, focused intently on me, tracking my every move. The collar around her neck and the cuffs on her wrists—standard bunny girl attire—served as eye-catching accents, making her even more mesmerizing.

Then there were her ears.

Unlike fake bunny ears that simply wobbled with head movements, Bella’s real rabbit ears twitched in response to her emotions. She could clearly tell that I was devouring her with my gaze, and in her embarrassment, her ears shot straight up before slowly folding downward in flustered distress. Beastfolk were terrible liars—one look at their bodies always revealed their true feelings. And right now, Bella’s body was betraying her.

"Bella."

"Eep?!"

I had only called her name, yet she jumped, her ears perking up again while her tail uncurled in surprise. Her reaction was so over-the-top that I hesitated, making her realize she had overreacted. Embarrassed, she lowered her head.

"W-What is it, kid?"

"Your stocking is torn."

Her right fishnet stocking had a noticeable tear.

Something sharp must have cut through it, leaving a gap where her fair skin peeked through. The contrast of her exposed, soft thigh against the dark fabric was dangerously enticing.

'Probably those goblins rummaging through her things earlier...'

"O-Oh! You’re right! See? This is why I shouldn’t be wearing this! I should just change out of it and throw it away, right?!"

She was rambling in panic, her eyes darting everywhere except toward me. Before she could bolt, I reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Are you really going to throw this away?"

"U-Uh? Yeah! What else would I do? I mean, I can’t exactly wear this in a village full of bunny girls for work!"

"Then... can I rip it?"

"What?"

She blinked in confusion, not understanding what I meant. I crouched down and pointed at the torn section of her stocking.

"The stocking."

It was barely holding together, and for some reason, the idea of sticking my fingers into the delicate fabric and tearing it further felt incredibly tempting.

"K-Kid, that’s a perverted thing to say! In the workplace, touching a bunny girl is strictly forbidden!"

"But this isn’t a workplace."

"That’s true, b-but! You can’t just go around ripping off a girl’s stockings! That’s way too lewd!"

"Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I just tore it off instead of you struggling to take it off yourself?"

"......"

Gulp.

She swallowed hard, her red eyes flickering between panic and curiosity.

"Kid..."

'Is she going to say no?'

"Even if I say no... you’re not going to give up, are you?"

"Uh... if you say no, I’ll stop."

"But you want me to repay you, right...?"

Slowly, she shifted her leg closer, just enough to bring the torn stocking within my reach.

"You can do whatever you want, kid."

With that, there was no reason for me to hesitate.

I laid a handkerchief over a fallen tree trunk so Bella could sit comfortably. As she settled down and extended her right leg toward me, I reached out and took hold of it.

Surprisingly firm.

And long.

Thanks to Lien, I had learned a lot about leg proportions and beauty, and while Lien’s legs were undoubtedly elegant, they had a softness that came from minimal muscle development. Bella’s legs, on the other hand, were built for practicality—strong, toned muscles hidden beneath a smooth, supple layer of skin. There were no unsightly bulges, but when she flexed, the power within became evident. It was a body that concealed strength until needed.

Her legs were disproportionately long compared to her small frame, making her upper body appear even smaller in contrast. Sitting like this, her eyes were at the same level as her perky rabbit ears, making her seem even more petite.

"Alright."

Knowing how easily startled Bella could be, I moved carefully. Instead of suddenly tearing at the fabric, I first slipped my fingers inside her stocking. The moment my fingers brushed against her bare skin, she flinched, instinctively trying to pull her leg away. But I firmly held her thigh, keeping her from escaping.

"Ah, sorry. Just instinct..."

"I-It's fine."

She shivered slightly, looking both nervous and embarrassed. Ignoring the tension, I gripped the fishnet fabric and began tearing it apart.

Rip!

'Never thought goblins would actually be useful for something.'

Shhhriiip!

Once the first tear had been made, it was easy to continue. With a single firm tug, the stocking split apart, exposing her soft, pale thigh. Even though the fishnet had left little to the imagination, actually seeing her skin fully revealed was a different experience altogether. It was enough to make my heartbeat quicken.

"Hnnngh!"

At the same moment I tore the fabric, Bella suddenly clutched her stomach, her expression filled with shock.

'Huh? Did I accidentally release some mana?'

Ever since my visit to the Fairy Forest, my entire body was overflowing with mana. Even when I wasn’t consciously controlling it, it naturally seeped out with every breath. If I had accidentally let it slip, she should have been knocked backward or at least felt some muscle paralysis. But nothing seemed physically wrong with her—she just sat there, gripping her stomach with her head lowered.

"What’s wrong?"

"I-It’s nothing! Bella’s fine..."

Her words slurred slightly, as if her tongue wasn’t working properly. Was it sudden stomach pain? Or was there something else going on?

'Guess I should stop here...'

Despite my disappointment, I withdrew my hands. There was no way I could continue touching her while she was in pain.

---

Night fell, and Pandel finally woke up, immediately ordering me to fetch him some water.

"What, do you not have hands? Or feet?"

"Right now, I might as well not. My blood pressure’s low, so moving is a hassle."

This was exactly why people needed to stay active as they aged.

'I swear, when I hit 110, I’ll still be strong. I won’t end up like Pandel, constantly groaning about his body.'

"What about Bella?"

"She went to sleep early."

"That’s strange. A simple forest trek wouldn’t normally tire her out. And since we’re near her hometown, shouldn’t she be even more comfortable?"

I didn’t have an answer, so I simply shrugged.

"By the way, Pandel, Bella was suddenly clutching her stomach earlier. Could you check on her?"

"Stomach pain? Hmm... Rabbits can’t vomit due to their anatomy. If she ate something bad..."

But I hadn’t seen Bella eat anything suspicious. The only thing she had consumed was the same biscuits as always. It was unlikely she had randomly ingested a toxic plant.

"......"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hmm... now that I think about it, you might be the cause."

"Huh?"

As I averted my gaze, Pandel’s suspicions grew. He lifted a hand as if to smack me but failed, his body too weak to follow through.

"Rabbits, like felines, are induced ovulators. That’s why I specifically warned you. Maybe I should have just castrated you before bringing you along."

Grumbling, Pandel drank the water I handed him before leaning back against the tree again.

"Just leave her alone and let her return home. And keep in mind—rabbit beastmen have extremely high fertility. Their uterus is separate from their ovaries, meaning they can conceive multiple times while already pregnant. In short, there’s no such thing as a ‘safe day’ for them."

"Got it."

Hearing the disinterest in my tone, Pandel sighed before muttering about cutting me up or feeding me poison to turn me into a eunuch. Then, he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Meanwhile, I quietly made my way toward Bella’s sleeping area, far enough from both Pandel and myself. As I approached her, I called out softly.

"Bella."

"......"

No response, but her ears twitched ever so slightly.

"Beeeelllaaa~"

I drew out her name teasingly as I got closer, making sure Pandel was far enough away before leaning down and whispering into her long ear.

"Are you... ovulating?”