Nathan was taken to a cave that had straw laid out like a bed. Inside, there was a beautiful young Rabbit girl who looked similar to the Rabbit MILF. The Rabbit MILF handed Nathan over to the young Rabbit like a baby, then left the cave, leaving Nathan and the young Rabbit alone. The young Rabbit gently placed Nathan down and approached him.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the cave.
Nathan's eyes widened in pure horror.
"W-Wait, what the hell are you doing?!" he sputtered, twisting in her grasp.
She ignored him.
Her clawed fingers tore through his clothing with ease, yanking his shirt off and tossing it aside like useless trash.
Then—his pants.
Nathan panicked.
"H-Hey! Stop! I don't understand—!"
Another sharp tug.
His lower garments were gone.
Gone.
Just like that, he was completely bare.
Nathan froze.
His breath hitched.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
The younger Rabbit tilted her head, her crimson eyes scanning his exposed body with curiosity—not lust, not malice, just a simple, unreadable curiosity.
Then—she let out a short hum.
And without warning—
She picked him up again.
Bridal style.
Nathan twitched violently.
"N-No, seriously—WHY ARE YOU CARRYING ME LIKE THIS AGAIN?!"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she let out another small laugh, her muscular arms holding him effortlessly as she turned and walked out of the cave.
Nathan struggled.
He twisted. He pushed against her chest. He kicked.
Nothing worked.
She was too strong.
He felt like a damn child in her arms.
His face burned—not just from humiliation, but from the sheer, mind-breaking confusion of the situation.
What is happening?! Why is this happening?!
His mind screamed for an explanation.
But none came.
Instead—
The scenery changed.
The warm glow of firelight faded behind them, replaced by the dim blue hue of the moonlit night. The air grew cooler, crisper.
Then—he heard it.
Water.
The soft rush of a river nearby.
The younger Rabbit continued walking, her grip on him still firm, her steps light and effortless despite carrying a full-grown man in her arms.
Nathan's unease only grew.
Where was she taking him?
And why the hell was he naked?!
Then—
They reached their destination.
The river.
And standing there, beneath the moon's glow, was the Milf Rabbit.
Nathan's blood ran cold.
She was crouched by the river's edge, her massive frame illuminated by the soft shimmer of the water.
Her hands dipped into the stream, rubbing together in slow, deliberate motions.
Washing off something dark.
Something that looked like—
Blood.
Nathan's breath stopped.
His body locked up.
His instincts screamed.
No.
Nonononononono—
This isn't right.
He watched, horrified, as the Milf Rabbit rinsed the red liquid off her fingers, the droplets swirling into the clear river before disappearing into the current.
Then—
She looked up.
Her crimson eyes gleamed under the moonlight, sharp and unreadable.
Then—she smiled.
A slow, deliberate, knowing smile.
Nathan's chest constricted.
His body trembled in the younger Rabbit's grasp.
Am I… am I about to be eaten?
His stomach churned.
His mind spiraled into panic.
He didn't know what these creatures wanted from him. He didn't know why they had stripped him, carried him, brought him here.
Before Nathan could piece together a proper escape plan, the Milf Rabbit rose from her crouch and stretched, her toned body moving with a graceful ease that belied her sheer strength. Then, without hesitation—
She approached him.
Nathan recoiled instinctively, but the younger Rabbit held him tight, effortlessly preventing any chance of retreat. His heart pounded in his chest as the Milf Rabbit's gaze swept over him, her expression still unreadable.
Then—she reached out.
Nathan flinched, but instead of tearing into his flesh like he feared, her large hands gently pressed against his shoulders. She gave a slight nod to the younger Rabbit, who responded with a soft hum before stepping forward.
That's when Nathan saw it.
A glimmer.
Something foamy. White.
The liquid from earlier—the supposed "blood"—dripping between their fingers.
Wait… this isn't blood?
Before he could even react, a cold sensation splashed across his chest.
Nathan gasped.
The unexpected chill shocked him out of his panic, but the relief was short-lived.
Because the Milf Rabbit suddenly scrubbed.
Her strong hands lathered the foamy liquid across his skin with terrifying efficiency, rubbing his arms, his shoulders—everywhere.
The younger Rabbit joined in without hesitation, her smaller yet equally firm hands focusing on his legs, moving with the same dutiful precision.
Nathan's brain short-circuited.
"W-WAIT! WHAT THE HELL—?!"
His protest was ignored.
Completely.
He thrashed, but their grip was unyielding.
One hand held his arm steady, the other rubbing against his exposed skin with a rough yet careful touch. The foamy liquid spread across his body, forming thick suds that slid down his torso and limbs.
They were bathing him.
Like some helpless infant.
Nathan's jaw clenched, his entire body tensing as the full realization set in.
"I CAN WASH MYSELF, DAMN IT!" he shouted, struggling harder.
The Milf Rabbit merely chuckled.
A low, warm, and oddly amused sound.
Then—she rinsed her hands in the river before leaning closer, her large, clawed fingers moving to his hair.
Nathan froze.
His pupils shrank to pinpricks.
No.
No no no.
Not his head.
Not like this.
Before he could scream in protest, her fingers dug into his scalp, massaging the foam into his hair with slow, deliberate motions.
The sensation was… strangely soothing.
But that only made it worse.
Nathan was a full-grown man.
A former salaryman.
A proud individual who had lived through the soul-crushing grind of modern society.
And yet, here he was.
Being bathed. Like. A. DAMN. BABY.
Humiliation surged through him like a tsunami.
This wasn't just embarrassing.
This was Emotional Damage of the highest caliber.
His dignity.
His pride.
His manhood.
All being scrubbed away by these bizarre, terrifying, yet infuriatingly competent humanoid rabbits.
As if that wasn't enough—
The Milf Rabbit suddenly tilted her head, as if noticing something.
Then—her hand dipped lower.
Lower.
LOWER.
Nathan screamed.
"THAT IS NOT DIRTY! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
The Milf Rabbit blinked.
Then smirked.
Nathan's soul left his body.
This was too much.
He wanted to disappear.
Vanish.
Get isekai'd into an isekai.
Anything but this.
As if sensing his despair, the younger Rabbit gave him a sympathetic pat on the head.
Nathan's eye twitched violently.
That did not help.
At all.
By the time they were finally done, Nathan felt like an empty husk of a man. His spirit had been cleansed along with his body. His dignity drowned in the river along with the soap suds.
And yet.
As he sat there—dripping, freshly washed, naked—he had one question left in his utterly broken mind.
"...W-Why?"
The Milf Rabbit simply smiled.
And said one word.
"Smell."
Nathan blinked.
He hesitated.
Then—hesitantly, carefully—he sniffed.
His eyes widened.
His body stiffened.
He… he smelled amazing.
Fresh.
Clean.
A delicate, almost floral scent clung to his skin.
Nathan swallowed.
His thoughts raced.
Did they… did they bathe him because he smelled bad?!
The Milf Rabbit merely patted his shoulder, her expression one of approval.
The younger Rabbit nodded, as if satisfied.
Then—without another word—they left.
Just like that.
Leaving Nathan sitting there.
Alone.
Wet.
Completely and utterly broken.
His hands trembled.
His breath came in shallow gasps.
And at that moment, only one thought echoed through his mind.
"I don't want to live on this planet anymore."
Nathan had taken emotional damage.