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Chapter 408

Day 95 – Evening, White Weirdo Inn　

Yesterday started with a sexy mini-dress cabaret, and ended with miniskirted maid girls. Yes, that 『Absolute territory』 truly was the pinnacle of absoluteness, the ultimate thighs of ultimate supremacy!

And then this morning, it were mini-china dresses right away! I was overwhelmed by the dazzling display of bare legs, but… that was very good indeed!!

Serenity unshaken, composure unbroken, calm as still water. There is nothing left in this world that can frighten me. The absolute confidence born from seeing it all, and etching it into my very soul. My resolve is like a clear mirror, undisturbed, and yet, upon returning to the inn, I found myself in rabbit paradise. Bunnypocalypse of shock and awe!

「「「Welcome back! Did you clear the dungeon~?」」」

The tight glossy bunny suits that emphasized and exposed the figures, leaving bare shoulders, backs, and limbs on full display. Beautiful long legs in fishnet stockings, round butts with fluffy little white tails that wagged from side to side as if inviting to come closer… It’s a trap! My hand almost reached out before I caught myself, this is a sweet trap for a Highschool Boy! If I touch that, it’s straight to the police and a critical hit to my Affection Rating! The Bunny Trap!

「Welcome back~ Here, have a drink~ ❤」

Damn it, now a tuxedo bunny-san appeared. They’re bouncing. They’re bouncing so hard they might just jump out. That generous bust is being squeezed to the limit in a half-cup top, practically shouting 『Hello!』 and 『Nice to meet you~!』 They’re looking right at me? Boing boing?

Attack
Defend
Pat
Grope

WAIT NOOOO!! Number 4 is off-limits! That’s the trap hidden in the cleavage! But 3 is also a trap, the soft curves of that bunny-suit-clad butt are way too tempting. That just high-leg cut and those dangerously suggestive lines! Then I should go with 1 and attack… Wait, I can’t fight them, okay?! Hey, tentacle-san, stand down, place.

Yes, there’s no other choice but 2, Defense, but I’m up against defense-piercing Charm attacks. Such an outrageous bunny festival! If we opened a casino, people wouldn’t even gamble, they’d just stare at the bunny girls all day! Yeah, no one would give a damn about slots!

「W-w-w-why are y-y-you in b-b-b-bunny suits, what the heck’s going on DA-YO?! Like, are you doing a cheer squad thing with your HaY, HaY, Ho! And, wait, wait, WAIT, you’re too close! You’re touching me, Da-Yo! SAY? YO! Look, I already gave you your nun outfits, okay?! Hey? The weapon upgrades are still in progress, so to say, so just wait, okay?! Check it out? Not what I meant, but you get it?」

It’s a suffocating wall of squishy softness in all directions, like a bodypile from heavens. But when they gradually get closer, the softness becomes more vivid. These bunnies are dangerous. Anyone chasing bunny girls around the mountains like this should be reported. Extremely inappropriate. When I lowered my gaze, between two round things was a deep valley tunnel, and beyond it… was Heaven. An scandalous valley, surrounded by bursting twin peaks that looked like a prime sightseeing spot where everything might just pop out at any moment!

「Yeah, so this is our little way of saying thank you?」

「Right, just a token of our appreciation.」

「There was a leak that you are into bunny girls??」

「And by the way, there’s no need for all the stuttering, weird groove talk, or whatever those mysterious hand signs are supposed to be, okay?」

The cute little butts thrust in my direction are swaying side to side saying something. No, butts can’t talk, but the fluffy white tails are wiggling! All around me are high school girls with their rebellious bodies practically bursting out of the tiny bunny suits. My eyes had nowhere safe to look. It was a full 360-degree quagmire of temptation? I’m seeing so much that I’m troubled for what to do? Kind of?

「Now, now~ Take a seat, relax~」

「Okay~ Good work today. Let’s get that gear off.」

「You’re really stiff, huh? You must be so tired~ Here, let me knead those shoulders~」

「「「Rub-rub, Rub-rub, Boing-Boin, Rub-rub……」」」

Wait, wasn’t there something mixed in there that wasn’t a massage? Just for a second? Did something touch me? Maybe it’s just my imagination. Maybe I’m just tired. While I was stopping by the general store and the weapons shop to spend every last coin I had, the Armored Pres-san and Dancing Girl came back ahead of me, and now they’re bunny girls too! They’re totally in on it! I bet they ratted me out for the self-inflicted damage in the dungeon!

And now, with no sleep since yesterday, exhaustion from the damage taken in the dungeon, bunny massages, stimulating sights, all combining in a swirl of drowsiness. The fishnet-clad thighs are also swirling in circles before my eyes. Crap. Was I actually really tired?

「Ahhh… I thought it was juice, but it was actually alcohol, oh nooo~ (monotone)」

「「「Whaaaaat?! (monotone)」」」

「Oh no, I gave him something terrible to drink! What should we doooo~ (monotone)」

I’d been too distracted by the bunny girls to appraise the drink, it was sweet, but apparently alcoholic. Highschool Boy underage drinking incident. But in this world, there’s no legal drinking age, and apparently not drinking by fifteen is weirder than drinking. Still, this dizziness, wait, am I drunk and not just tired?

「Here you go, something you wake you up (alcohol) ♥」

「Yep yep, chug it down~ ♥」

「「「Oooooh~! Okay, and another one~ ♥」」」

I thought the dizziness was bunny-related, but turns out it was alcohol all along~? Fwaaah, I’m being kneaded all over and feel totally boneless. My brain’s too foggy to focus. The bunny girls gave me something to drink and it turned out to be booze, maybe that’s only natural in this world? Ughhh, I can’t tell if I feel amazing or just sluggish. I think something suspicious is happening that I should be concerned about, but I can’t figure it out… I can’t even see… Wait, when did my eyelids fall shut? If I pick them up, will they stick back on? Maybe?

(*Flop, thud*)

…………………

(Is he asleep?) (Yeah, he’s breathing softly.) (Looks like the bunny strategy was a success.) (The maid outfits and the china dresses were pretty effective too, though?) (Well, good thing he’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol~) (Yeah, and lucky it didn’t get 『Resisted』) (He’s covered in bruises…) (Severe internal bleeding from ruptured blood vessels, and torn muscles.) (To let it get this bad…) (But even after 『Regenerating』 it’s still like this…) (Humans aren’t supposed to 『Regenerate』 That just means his body is being chronically destroyed… That’s not good.) (We’ll use 『Healing』 and 『Recovery』 so you girls give him a massage too~) ((((Leave it to us!)))) (Steamed towels are ready~) ((((gulp)))) *wipe wipe, rub rub, wipe wipe, rub rub, pat pat…*

I had a dream. I hadn’t had one in ages, but I knew it was a dream even while I was in it. A dream that felt nostalgic, yet completely unfamiliar. It was me, but not me I knew. And for some reason, it made me cry, so much I couldn’t stop.

When I woke up, I was lying in a room, covered with a blanket, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers… All the bruises on my body were gone, my skin was completely clean.

If anyone could heal me to this extent, it’d have to be either Vice-Pres B or Sister Girl. Looks like they saw my broken-down body… Wait, wasn’t I practically naked? Ahh, best not to think about it, and it’s probably just my imagination. I’ll just add it to muddled memories and leave it at that. But wait a minute, weren’t I wearing black boxers this morning? Leopard print? No, I had one of those made once, but I was too embarrassed to wear it and stuffed it in a drawer… Leopard print? Nope, nope, it’s definitely just my imagination, I probably remember it wrong, and it’s absolutely, positively better not to think about this at all. No. Nope.

「Good morning. Did, you, sleep… well? Everyone, was, really worried, about you?」

「Healing complete.
You pushed too far.
Everyone helped, take care of you.」

It can be said that it’s still not the time to rush, but we still have to be prepared, and if things are done in advance, you won’t be caught off guard when things go south. I’ve been expecting to bear a certain level of strain. If I’m not leveling up, it’s a path that I can’t avoid. You gain data on your limits by pushing them. And if you don’t push past what you can bear, you can’t expect improvement for your conditions. It’s necessary, okay? It’s unavoidable if one wants to gain strength without being able to become stronger, but everyone is such a bunch of worrywarts? I mean, wounds heal on their own, and by the time they do, I’m already injured again anyway… It’s been a long time since my body hasn’t hurt anywhere.

It seems they’ve given me alcohol to calm me down, made me rest, and then while I slept, massaged and wiped me down.

Feeling this great makes me want to go for a round of training, but I also can’t waste everyone’s good will like that. Maybe I’m still a bit drunk, I feel sluggish but refreshed, so I don’t feel like doing anything. Or rather, there are two bunny girls sitting on my bed, and yet my heart isn’t racing? Alcohol really is mysterious, it even works on calming down a Highschool Boy, huh? Wait? My MP’s almost totally gone too, no wonder I feel doubly sluggish. But… I barely used any MP today though? Well, in any case, this call for MP shrooms.

Soaking lazily in the bath with Slime-san I simply relax, then drag myself back into the room, and fall to the bed. Hmm, this might lead to my NEET level rising. I also might end up getting a 『Kept Man』title.

I feel empty. Like kind of almost dumbfounded in a way. Even the ever-bubbling cauldron of Highschool Boy desires is now empty and void. So empty I can feel the hollow echo of it. I’m sluggish, I might as well just sleep…Did I say empty? That was a lie.

Because, when I was making the high-leg swimsuits, I also made something else. Something that remained neglected and overshadowed by the blissful frolicking with the high-leg ladies. But no more. It’s time. The race queens have arrived!

That ultra-tight red and white mini clings shamelessly to Armored Pres-san’s firm yet plump behind, outlining every curve in vivid detail. Her tube top can’t contain her chest peeking out from both top and bottom, pushing upward under pressure. This is an emergency to which I replied by jumping off the bed with such a speed that it definitely would’ve qualified me for F1 participation!

And just behind her, wearing a black and yellow dangerously revealing two-piece, is Dancing Girl-san.Her tiny shorts cling tightly to her hips, emphasizing every line. Her halter-top bra is stuffed full, round, straining, gloriously perky.

Yes, this is it. This is what it means to be a Highschool Boy. Even completely drained and unarmed, still goes the maximum speed to observe what has to be seen. The race queens are calling, beckoning me closer. No mistake about it!