Chapter 47: Bunny’s Lesson

Chapter 47: Bunny’s Lesson "Oh, okay." After her agreement, Jehanne wasted no time. She stood up and began undressing, removing her armor piece by piece. She had not a hint of hesitation—after all, everyone in the room was a girl. "..." But for whatever reason, the three Dark Elves suddenly felt awkward. Keeping their eyes fixed on a half-naked, innocent-faced saint didn’t feel right—so, silently, they all turned around. The clinking of metal, the rustling of fabric, and the faint hums from Jehanne filled the room. Lacking visual input made the sounds feel somehow more indecent. "Done!" Changing took under five minutes. The Bunny Suit wasn’t complicated: a full-body chocolate brown leotard beneath, the stretchy suit over it, plus the ears and the cuff-like wrist wraps. "Alri—" Irithel turned around, ready to offer honest critique. But the moment her eyes landed on Jehanne, her words stopped mid-syllable. "Leader...? What’s wrong—" "Hey, did she put it on wrong—" The other two turned to look, and instantly froze like statues. "M-Miss Irithel...? H-How is it...?" Jehanne asked, blushing and rubbing her thighs together. "It really is embarrassing wearing this!" She fidgeted shyly, shifting her weight from side to side, her blushing face framed by bouncing bunny ears. Every gesture cranked her charm level to absurd heights. "S-Stop... you should change back... right now..." Irithel muttered, hand over her eyes. "Any more of this, and I might end up... stealing what you’re saving for Sir Tao..." "Ehh...?" Jehanne pouted. "I just finished changing though..." She tugged her chest up beneath the suit to adjust the fit. "Ugh... too much!" "A... taste... test...!" "STOP!" Seeing her two comrades suddenly leap forward, Irithel panicked. She stood up, preparing to intervene—but what happened next shocked her even more. "Again...?" Jehanne sighed, raising her hand in a knife-hand pose. "Sorry, but touching is a bit too much!" THWACK! A single, swift, clean strike to the center of their heads, and both Dark Elves collapsed like ragdolls. "..." Irithel’s blood ran cold. She had jokingly thought of taking Jehanne home as a pet earlier. Now she was reconsidering who was going to make who their pet here. "Really... This happened twice now..." Jehanne muttered, sighing. "Is it this suit’s fault?" Irithel composed herself, forcing a laugh as she scratched her cheek. "W-Well... most likely..." "Sir Tao said it increased strength by 2x and agility by 4x, but didn’t mention this kind of... reaction," Jehanne said, beginning to remove the bunny ears. The moment the ears came off, Irithel felt the overwhelming urge to devour the bunny vanish like mist. Her mind cleared immediately. "...That’s not an enhancement. That’s a magic curse," she muttered under her breath. Jehanne quickly shed the rest of the outfit, returning to her under-armor shift. Right after, she gently lifted the two fainted girls onto the bed, tucking them in like a nurse. "And..." she turned to Irithel, clasping her hands together. "Can you teach me... you know... that?" "...Ah." Irithel blinked. She almost forgot why they were gathered here in the first place. But now, she was nervous. She had come in thinking Jehanne was a clueless, delicate girl. But now she saw her as an adorable walking calamity capable of soloing an army of Dark Elves. ’If I teach her wrong... I may doom us all...’ Cold sweat ran down Irithel’s spine. Still, she composed herself and sat back down. "R-Right. First..." she began slowly. "Let’s cover the very basics. Starting with the body." Jehanne nodded eagerly. "Yes! I want to understand everything so I can make Sir Tao happy!" ’The innocent confidence of this girl... it’s killing me...’ "Right. First—" Irithel pointed inward of her lap. "You know what this part is called, right?" "Y-Yes!" Jehanne nodded, face bright red, her knees clamping together. "P...P-Pu... P-P-P...!" "Okay, stop," Irithel raised a hand. "Let’s skip that part. If saying it makes you melt, we’ll try... another method. Let me demonstrate." She walked over to one of her sleeping comrades. With great composure, she unzipped the sleek suit covering the girl, revealing soft, smooth skin and every feminine curve in full detail. "This here..." Irithel gently spread the girl’s legs, exposing her most intimate part. "...is where everything begins." Jehanne gasped. It was her first time seeing one so clearly. Irithel continued, tone oddly clinical. "Babies are made through this. During intercourse, the man’s—" "Wai, wa, wait...!" Jehanne yelped, covering her eyes while curiously, shyly peeking through her fingers. "No, I won’t wait. You have to understand function, not just concept." Irithel crouched. "You see, it becomes sensitive here... and here..." She demonstrated using light taps on key areas. Jehanne turned redder than a ripe tomato. "Y-You’re really bold, Miss Irithel..." "This is just education," Irithel said coolly continuing. "You wanted to know how to please a man, yes?" "Y-Yes!" Jehanne said again, her embarrassment somehow doubling. "Then this is just the start." She smiled. "It’ll get even crazier after this." Jehanne gulped, face flushed red. However, the glint in her eyes, the desire for "knowledge," couldn’t be denied. ???????????? "P-Pu... i..." A familiar cry echoed from outside the window. "Huh? Sir Tao’s squire?!" Jehanne’s ears perked. "Are they back already?!" She rushed to the window and saw the green pumpkin-like Pepe wobbling in exhaustion near the gate. "Wait, the lesson’s not—" Although she reached toward the little saint, it was too late. Jehanne had already leapt out the window, her face flushed like ripe tomatoes, but with determined eyes. Irithel sighed, letting go of the breasts she had been fondling for demonstration purposes. "Guess we’ll continue next time..." Outside, Jehanne sprinted toward Pepe. "Sir Pepe?! Where’s Sir Tao?!" The pumpkin mascot looked ragged, its leaves drooped, and its body battered and bruised. But still, it waddled to a clear spot and began to scribble. "Xu Tao... Snakes... danger... desert..." Piecing the information together, Jehanne’s eyes widened. "Sir Tao is in trouble?!" She moved to rush off immediately— "P-PUI!" —But Pepe barked at her, stopping her with a stern glance. Jehanne quickly felt its intent. To pass critical information before it was too late. Pepe then drew three points in a row: one marked "here," one marked "30," then another at "180," extending outward. All three were in an almost straight line. Jehanne quickly interpreted it. "He’s 180 units... southeast?" Pepe nodded once, then collapsed. "You’ve done enough, Sir Pepe." Jehanne said softly, smiling, while lifting him gently and carrying him to the shade near Xu Tao’s Log House. "Now, leave the rest to me." Then she stood, took a deep breath, and shouted: "ARTHUR! I’M GOING TO SAVE SIR TAO—180 KILOMETERS SOUTHEAST! YOU STAY AND GUARD THE BASE!" She didn’t wait for a reply. With practiced ease, she slipped into the Bunny Suit again. No hesitation. No shyness. Her face was calm but resolved. The moment she put on the last piece—the bunny ear—she sprinted with her quadrupled agility. "I’m coming, Sir Tao...!" She shot off into the savannah—her form almost blurring from the speed she was going. "God..." she prayed aloud as the wind whipped her hair around. "Please... Please protect Sir Tao until I arrive...!"