NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 23: Bunny in the bush

They hadn’t even made it a quarter mile down the "forbidden" trail when they heard rustling.

Not squirrel rustling.

Not wind-in-the-leaves rustling.

Nope. This was panicked, *desperate* rustling.

Allen raised a brow and motioned for Fina to stop. "You hear that?"

"I hear someone losing a fight with a bush," Fina whispered, ears twitching. "And they’re losing bad."

They crept forward through the undergrowth until Allen peeked around a thick patch of ferns—and froze.

Bent over in the dirt, kicking helplessly at some clingy vines, was a bunny girl.

And not just any bunny girl.

She was dressed in what could barely be called a maid outfit—more like a black-and-white micro bikini pretending it could be professional. Strings tied behind her neck held a barely-there triangle of fabric over her chest, while her bottoms were little more than two straps struggling to cover anything. Her fluffy tail poked out the back like a perfectly placed target, and her long white ears flopped side to side as she struggled.

"Oh gods, please not again," the girl groaned, fighting the vines like they owed her money. "Stupid forest—stupid vines—stupid outfit—"

Allen, being a gentleman of pure intentions and zero self-restraint, immediately leaned closer.

Fina yanked him back by the collar.

"Let her finish panicking before you introduce your dick," she hissed.

"I wasn’t gonna lead with my dick."

"Liar."

Allen cleared his throat and stepped out. "Hey. Uh. Need help?"

The bunny girl shrieked, spun around—and fell flat on her butt with a loud *pomf* as her tail cushioned the landing.

She stared up at them, wide-eyed, cheeks burning bright pink. "D-don’t come any closer!"

Fina stepped forward instead, hands up. "Easy, carrot thighs. We’re not slavers."

The girl blinked. "...You’re a beastkin."

"Gold star."

"And... he’s a *human*?" Her nose wrinkled, suspicious.

Allen gave her a lazy wave. "A friendly one. And clearly, whoever put you in that outfit has excellent taste."

The bunny girl’s blush deepened, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Why are you even here?" she demanded.

"We were gonna poke around this trail and maybe fight some bandits. You know, normal weird couple stuff," Fina said casually. "What about you? You look like you escaped from someone’s perverted daydream."

The girl flushed again and stood up, brushing off leaves. Her micro bikini maid outfit clung to her in all the wrong places, especially around her chest, where one boob was *this close* to declaring independence.

"I’m... running away," she muttered. "From Lord Varn’s estate."

Allen and Fina exchanged a look.

"Rich guy?" Allen asked.

"Rich *asshole,*" she growled. "Bought me to ’decorate the manor’ and wouldn’t stop calling me ’his fluffy little stress relief.’ I *bit* him. Hard."

Fina grinned. "I like her."

Allen, still watching the way her outfit fought a losing battle against gravity, said, "You got a name, Miss Fluffy Stress Relief?"

The bunny girl eyed him for a long beat, ears twitching. Then she sighed.

"Rinni."

"Nice to meet you, Rinni," Fina said. "This is Allen. He has no shame, an obsession with asking dumb questions, and apparently a weakness for barely dressed bunny girls."

Allen waved again. "It’s true. You’re in mortal danger of getting questioned."

Rinni crossed her arms under her chest, which just made them bounce slightly. "What kind of questions?"

Allen tilted his head, smirking. "So, I heard rabbit beastkin are always in heat. How come you’re not trying to jump me?"

Rinni’s face turned scarlet. "Excuse me?!"

Fina slapped her own forehead. "By the gods, Allen. You can’t just *ask* people why they’re not horny."

"What? It’s a genuine question!" He gestured to Rinni. "She’s the first rabbit girl I’ve met, and she’s not acting like she wants to hump my leg. That’s weird, right?"

Rinni sputtered. "I’m not a damned animal, you—" She stopped, then took a deep breath. "Look. We’re not ’always in heat.’ That’s just a stupid stereotype made up by humans to justify treating us like—like breeding pets."

"Oh," Allen said, looking genuinely thoughtful. "So you’re saying it’s propaganda."

"Yes!" Rinni snapped.

Fina rolled her eyes. "Congratulations, Allen. You learned something without getting bitten."

"Yet," Rinni muttered darkly.

Allen tilted his head, smirking. "You wanna come with us? We’re heading back to our village. No slavers, no nobles, and definitely no dumb questions. Well, fewer dumb questions."

Rinni hesitated.

Then glanced down at her torn skirt, up at Allen, then at Fina... who was still basically naked except for two sad feathers and confidence.

"...If I say yes," Rinni muttered, "you’re not gonna ask any more weird questions about rabbit beastkin, right?"

Allen grinned. "No promises."

Fina cackled.

Rinni sighed.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But if you get weird, I *will* bite again."

Fina leaned in and whispered to Allen, "I *really* like her."

Allen just smirked. "Me too."

The trio continued along the trail, with Fina clinging to Allen like a possessive barnacle. Her arms looped lazily around his neck, and her tail swished happily against his side with every step.

Rinni, walking a little behind, couldn’t help but notice the intimacy. Her brows furrowed as she watched Fina nuzzle Allen’s shoulder like he was a prized pillow.

She cleared her throat. "So... you two are a thing?"

Fina grinned over her shoulder. "Jealous, bunny girl?"

Rinni’s ears twitched. "Not the point. Just... it’s weird, okay? A human treating a beastkin like that. And you’re fine with it?"

Allen raised a brow. "Fine with what?"

Rinni folded her arms. "With her. Hugging you, touching you, acting like she’s... equal."

Fina stiffened, her tail freezing mid-swish.

Allen stopped walking and turned to face Rinni, his expression unreadable. "What are you trying to say?"

Rinni gestured to Fina’s almost-nonexistent feather skirt, then down at her own revealing maid outfit. "I’m saying you’re human. And humans don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to us. You know, treating us like slaves, making us wear... this." She tugged at the strap of her bikini top, scowling. "So why are you different?"

Fina’s ears flattened slightly, and she looked up at Allen, her usual confidence faltering.

Allen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "First of all, I’m not ’different.’ I’m just not a piece of shit."

Rinni blinked. "That’s... not exactly convincing."

He crossed his arms. "Look, I didn’t make the rules. I didn’t decide beastkin had to wear feather skirts or be treated like second-class citizens. Hell, I think it’s ridiculous. But if I walked into a human town and started ranting about beastkin rights, you think anyone’s gonna listen to me?"

Rinni opened her mouth to argue but hesitated.

He continued, his voice firm. "I don’t like the way you’re treated. I don’t like that Fina has to wear that skirt or that you got shoved into a glorified string bikini by some noble jerk. But me shouting about it isn’t gonna change a damn thing. Not yet, anyway."

Fina’s ears perked up slightly, and she tightened her grip on him.

Rinni frowned, her arms still crossed. "So what? You just... ignore it?"

"No," Allen said, meeting her gaze. "I don’t ignore it. I hate it. But until I can actually do something about it, I focus on what I can do." He glanced at Fina, his expression softening. "Like making sure she knows she’s more than what some assholes think she is."

Fina beamed, her tail swishing again. "Damn right I am."

Rinni’s ears twitched, and she looked down, her voice quieter. "...That’s still not fair."

"No, it’s not," Allen said gently. "But fair doesn’t happen overnight."

Rinni sighed, rubbing her arm. "You’re... weird. For a human."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Allen said with a smirk.

Fina grinned and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "He’s weird, but he’s my weird."

Rinni glanced at them again, her expression unreadable. Then she rolled her eyes and muttered, "You’re both insufferable."

Allen laughed, and Fina smirked.

"Welcome to the club, bunny girl," Fina teased. "You’re stuck with us now."

Rinni groaned but didn’t argue.