Chapter 187: A Bunny Just for You (1) (R19)

Ṛêad on KatＲｅа​d̂ｉǹgСafｅ

Content Warning

Contains Sexual Content

Translator Note

So… hi everyone… are you ready for TWO r19 chapters… I will say these sure were a doozy to do, very cute and I like them but WOAH. So I will say this upfront, there isn’t really any story content you will miss out on if you skip these two chapters so don’t worry about that if this type of content makes you uncomfortable! I won’t be putting a TLDR at the bottom of this chapter as there isn’t really anything to TLDR outside of… well the r19 content and that kind of defeats the purpose of the TLDR you know?

“…What’s the penalty?”

Riley asked cautiously.

What kind of absurd thing would come out of that loose mouth? What words would spill out?

Sugar grinned.

“First, let’s play a simple round of Old Maid. And the penalty is…”

“…”

She hesitated, then spoke.

“A rabbit.”

“What?”

“The loser becomes the winner’s rabbit for the whole day. Got it?”

“…A rabbit? The kind I’m thinking of?”

“Yeah. A hop-hop bunny.”

She placed her hands on top of her head, shaping them like rabbit ears.

“Are you saying you’ll turn me into an actual rabbit with magic? Or is this metaphorical?”

“Obviously the latter.”

“…A pet? Or a familiar?”

“Riley. If I spell everything out, it won’t be fun.”

Sugar chuckled and dealt the cards.

Riley accepted them skeptically.

They started without the alphabet cards. Since it was a two-player game, the Joker was either in his hand or hers.

Riley spread his cards. No Joker in his hand.

The game progressed in near silence. They took turns drawing cards without a word, discarding pairs. The only sound in Riley’s room was the soft flutter of cards.

Before they knew it, they reached the final stage.

Riley held one card. Sugar held two.

One of those two was the Joker.

If Riley drew the Joker, the game would continue to Sugar’s turn, dragging it out further.

But if he drew a normal card, the game would end there—his victory, and Sugar would become “Riley’s rabbit.”

Riley’s frown deepened. What the hell does ‘rabbit’ even mean?

—Swish.

Just as he was lost in thought—

Sugar quietly pulled the lantern closer and set it beside her.

“Riley.”

“…”

“The Joker is the card on your right.”

That’s a lie.

The moment she spoke, her arm within the lantern’s glow shimmered faintly red.

So the left one is the Joker.

“…”

Sweat formed. He hesitated.

Despite her bold smile and chin resting on her hand, she was practically begging him to take the right card—to let her lose.

Riley swallowed. As a friend, as a guy… I should let her win, right?

He steeled himself.

—Swish. He drew the right one.

“Aah… I lost.”

It was just a normal Five of Hearts—the same as the card in his hand.

Sugar stuck out her tongue in mock disappointment and revealed the Joker on the table.

“I lost the mind game. Now I’m Riley’s rabbit for the day… Hehe…”

Her cheeks were faintly flushed as she met his eyes. Honestly, his heart raced.

Fear—and anticipation—of what she might do next.

“Hey. Can you wait for a sec? I wanna get ready.”

Sugar grabbed her bag and stood up, skipping cheerfully toward the bathroom.

***************

Once inside, she immediately slumped to the floor the moment the door closed.

‘I messed up, I messed up, I messed up— What do I do? There’s no backing out now.’

She had walked in like it was nothing, but the thought of what she was about to show him made her unbearably embarrassed.

‘Just for today. Just today… That’s all…’

She had lost the game. The penalty was becoming a “rabbit.”

So, she had to become a pet.

Not a sister, not a friend, not family.

For this moment, she could—no, had to—drop her role and pretend.

Because it was a penalty.

Not because she wanted to.

Trembling, she hugged her shoulders, then slapped her cheeks and stood up to undress.

She had already showered. All that was left was changing clothes.

“…Ugh. Who even wears something this perverted…?”

Muttering, she put on each piece of the costume one by one.

People actually work in outfits like this? The world’s really tough.

Of course, Sugar had no rational reason like money—she was willingly wearing what she herself called “perverted clothes.”

How admirable.

‘B-B-B-Because it’s a penalty!’

Shaking her head vigorously, she finally put on the headband. Not her usual pink one—this was a special one, matching today’s theme.

“…Riley. Can you go near the bed and close your eyes?”

“The bed?”

“Yeah. Don’t open your eyes until I say it’s okay.”

When she called out to Riley outside, he hesitated but obediently followed her instructions.

Sugar bounced out of the bathroom.

“Not yet… Not yet.”

Rustle, rustle. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a cushion—a deep wine-red one, fitting for today’s theme. Just like how she’d started with playing cards, she was the type to immerse herself in the concept.

Hugging the cushion, she climbed onto the bed and pulled back the covers. Then, she lay down.

Riley’s bed, steeped in his scent. The sheets that had absorbed his sweat—soon, hers would join them.

Her cheeks were already flushed. A feverish anticipation for what was to come.

“…Okay, now.”

Her trembling voice signaled the end. Riley opened his eyes—the eyelids that had been twitching with curiosity finally lifting.

“…”

For a moment, Riley thought he was dreaming.

Or maybe hallucinating.

Why? Because he never imagined Sugar would go this far.

Before him sat an adorable, plump rabbit with perky ears—a rabbit so lewdly charming it made his breath catch.

“I’m… Riley’s very own… bunny…”

Today, Sugar was a rabbit.

Not a sister, not a friend, not family—just a female rabbit.

A creature existing solely to excite a male.

Her plump, delicate chest, the leotard clinging tightly to her slender waist, the thighs wrapped in thin fabric—all of it unbearably sensual.

Beads of sweat rolled down the woman’s flushed cheeks. Shame and anticipation already made her breath hot.

She’d gotten the idea from the casino they visited recently. Seeing the bunny-girl dealers, she’d silently noted the way Riley averted his eyes when she asked, “You like that kind of thing, huh?”

To think he had such shameless tastes—how disgraceful. But well. If it was his preference, she could indulge him for a day.

Lying on the bed, Sugar glanced up at her frozen childhood friend.

Flustered, are we? Of course he would be.

After teasing him all day, she’d gone and shown up in this outfit. Naturally, he’d be stunned.

‘But this is your fault.’

Since he never took the bait no matter how she tempted him, she’d prepared a massive, decisive blow.

She wanted a typhoon in his heart. To overturn that calm, tranquil lake.

And more than anything—she wanted him to rejoice.

“…Hop.”

“…”

“Bunny… is bored. Owner won’t play with me.”

She pouted at the unresponsive man, hoping for some reaction. It was no fun if he just kept staring blankly.

Finally, he clutched his head.

Huu, huu, huu— Three deep breaths, and then he spoke.

“You.”

“Me?”

“You. You.”

“Me? Me?”

“You goddamn—!”

“Ehk!”

The pitiful man’s malfunctioning sound effect echoed through the room.

“D-d-damn it! This—this kind of outfit?! What? A rabbit? A rabbit?! Outrageous. Disgraceful. Lewd.”

“Kyaah…!”

Unlike his usual composure, he rambled incoherently—then immediately pounced. Sugar let out a delicate scream, but the corners of her lips curled up.

“Riley, calm down a little—”

The man roughly tugged down the chest of her leotard, exposing what lay beneath. With just one pull, her soft, white breasts spilled free.

Pillowy, dough-like skin. His lips latched onto the stiffened peaks, then buried his face into the plush flesh, sniffing greedily—slurp, slurp—as if savoring every inch of her getup. Holding her tight, he slowly trailed downward.

The leotard clung to every curve, revealing the dip of her navel, the swell of her lower belly. He pressed his nose there, inhaling deeply with ragged breaths.

“Ugh… pervert…”

“Says the one wearing this outfit.”

“B-bunnies don’t know about such things…”

“Haaah…”

With a sigh, he buried his face again. ‘What’s so great about a navel or a lower belly?’ But he stayed glued there so long his hot breath seeped through the fabric.

‘He likes it… so it’s fine, right?’

With such an enthusiastic reaction, the outcome was surely positive. Sugar relaxed into his touch.

Meanwhile, Riley moved even lower, diverting his path to her thighs.

He kneaded the plush flesh, sniffing between rough strokes. Rubbing his face against the fabric, his damp breaths made Sugar damp in turn. A ticklish sensation. Pink fog clouded her mind, and soon, a sweet scent rose from her lower half.

Noticing where it came from, Riley lifted one of her legs.

“Ah…!”

‘Already?! He wants to see… inside?!’

Sugar stiffened. She’d expected to “show” that part—but she wasn’t mentally prepared yet.

Fortunately, Riley seemed uninterested for now. Instead, he pressed his face against the back of her knee, inhaling deeply while his fingers traced the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

So predictable.

Squish, squish. Knead, knead. Alternating between firm outer muscle and soft inner skin, his movements cast shifting shadows—especially when the stocking fibers glittered under the light.

Listening to the friction against her own legs, feeling the warmth pooling between them, Sugar stared at Riley.

‘He likes it so much…’

The fact that the areas he worshipped were her most confident spots eased her nerves—just a little.

They say a woman’s lower body is important. Hmph.

With that thought, she stole a glance at her friend’s lap.

No reaction.

…Huh?

She was wearing this kind of outfit. From his actions, he clearly liked it. And still nothing?

Her eyebrows shot up in impatience, biting her lip.

No, no… It’s just that we haven’t really started yet.

Trying to reassure herself, she kept watching.

Then, Riley’s face moved.

His destination? The narrow strip of fabric covering her most intimate area.

S-sniffing there too…?

With one leg lifted, the warmth of his breath against that spot felt strange. His nose brushed against her, tickling and sending shivers down her spine—just plain embarrassing. She could feel herself growing damp.

‘Ugh… I’m a rabbit… Just a rabbit…’

Not a friend.

Not an older sister.

Not family.

Just a rabbit.

A special role for today.

Repeating it in her head, she endured the sensation of his breath against her most sensitive place. Ngh… Ah… This is weird…

She clenched her teeth and gripped the bedsheet tightly, trying to suppress the rising shame and tingling pleasure.

Meanwhile, Riley’s hand slipped behind her waist.

“Huh? Why there…?”

The decorative tail attached to the leotard, positioned near the base of her spine—his new target.

He tugged it firmly, pulling the taut fabric deeper between her thighs.

“Ah! Don’t pull…!”

Ignoring her protests, he kept yanking insistently, the fabric digging into her skin until the outline of her dampening folds became faintly visible.

The sound of wetness only made her embarrassment worse, a strained whimper escaping her.

“Ah… Stop… You can’t just grab a bunny’s tail like that…”

It wasn’t fully exposed, but still—this was the first time she was showing him this… and already so… so wet.

So embarrassing. So embarrassing!

Why do I always end up like this in front of you?

…I want to see too.

Your face when you’re drowning in pleasure. The way your usual calmness melts away. The shameful expressions you’d never show anyone else.

Me too… Me too…

Biting her lip in frustration, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her lower half. Even as she begged him to stop, he kept teasing, his expression full of mischief.

“You’ve been clinging to me nonstop lately… and now you pull this?”

“Nngh…! Hah…!”

“Why’s it so wet here? What is this liquid?”

“D-don’t ask things like that…!”

“Tch…”

“Riley… A-are you mad…?”

“I’m not.”

His reply was flat.

If anything, it was less anger and more frustration. Testing his patience like this—after holding back countless times a day—and now she springs this on him?

With this crazy girl who called herself his rabbit right in front of him, Riley could only sigh and keep tugging at her tail in resignation.

“What the hell goes through your head?”

“Bunnies don’t think about things like that…”

Sugar pouted, still bothered by the lack of reaction from his lower half.

She twisted slightly, offering only her backside as a distraction.

A button.

Near the tail, there was a single button. Undoing it would open the leotard’s crotch panel.

“…”
“…”

The girl who’d exposed herself now flushed with shame. The boy who’d figured out the outfit’s design.

Silence hung between them.

He was the one who broke it first.

“You’re my pet for today, right?”

“…Mhm.”

“Then you’ll follow my orders.”

“…”

When Sugar averted her gaze, Riley looked down at her and issued a command.

“Use your own hands to undo the button.”

—Hic. The rabbit froze.

‘My… hands?’

‘M-my own hands?!’

I-I mean, she’d thought about showing him. She’d prepared herself, figured the time would come eventually—

But to have her be the one to make the first move?

The agency of it. Even if it was an order, using her own hands to reveal herself was completely different from being pushed along by someone else’s touch.

“Nngh… That’s…”

As she hesitated, a hand gently stroked her head.

Before she realized it, Riley had leaned close to her ear, his voice softer than before—whispering words that made her eyes widen.

“Good girl, Sugar.”

“…What?”

“Sugar.”

“…Sh-sh-sugar?”

“Yeah. You.”

Sh-sh-sugar?

What kind of nickname was that? Stupid. Weird.

Sugar scowled.

Yet—strangely—her hand moved on its own.

Riley’s fingers traced the choker hidden under her bunny-girl collar, coaxing her with praise like “Good girl, good girl,” and as if entranced, her hand reached back to undo the button near her tail.

“Ah—!”

The moment she realized what she’d done, she jerked her hand away.

But Riley just spread her legs wider. Even if she tried to resist, the difference in strength was obvious—and she wasn’t fighting that hard anyway. Her thighs parted easily.

“N-no, wait, just—just give me a second—!”

“You did well, Sugar.”

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

She didn’t understand anymore.

Biting her lip, Sugar braced herself. She screwed up her face and looked away. The die was already cast. Whatever happened, happened.

Then came the slow drag of Riley’s fingers lifting the leotard fabric. The translucent material peeled back, revealing what lay beneath.

Pink, hairless skin under the stockings. A shy little entrance, glistening wet behind the mesh.

“…”
“…”

Silence stretched between them. Only ragged breaths filled the air.

Why is he just… staring…?

Her lips trembled, but the words that came out weren’t the ones she meant to say.

“…Does it look weird?”

Please don’t let it look ugly.

The answer came immediately.

“Not weird. Pretty. Cute.”

She’d been praised.

This secret part of her—one she’d never shown even to other girls.

Sure, they’d seen each other’s chests in the bath. But this place? Truly private.

And he’d called it pretty.

Because it’s you. Because it’s for you. Only for you.

Sugar covered her face. The embarrassment was overwhelming—but so was the giddy smile she couldn’t suppress.

Then his fingers drew closer.

A touch, right over the damp stocking.

“Ngh…”

She’d never touched herself there—except to wash. Never played with it.

Yet now, someone else’s fingers were moving against her.

‘I was just gonna show it… Why is he touching me so naturally…?’

The mood was dangerous. Before she knew it, she was being swept along.

Her first time being touched there. The friction of his fingers rubbing over the mesh—rough, yet so much.

“Wait… ah—!”

Such a small motion. Just his fingertip pressing down, circling her clit.

But the female rabbit’s reaction was unmistakable.

“Ah… ahh… nngh…”

Like electricity jolting through her. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, and with every twitch, more slickness soaked into the stockings.

Then Riley tore them open.

Sugar shuddered at the rough treatment.

The fabric split down to her thighs, and when his mouth met bare skin, she jolted.

Suck. Suck.

He was marking her again.

This guy… way too possessive…

Every nip, every pull of his lips made her hips jerk.

Leaving marks here? Undeniable proof. A claim no one else would see.

Only when her thighs were littered with bruises did Riley finally pull back.

Then his attention returned to her exposed core.

Her flushed thighs. The pink, glistening flesh between them.

His gaze burned.

Sugar’s. Sugar’s. Su—Sugar’s—

“Hah…”

Riley clutched his head.

Eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain—then snapping open again.

His goal? Make Sugar feel good. Satisfy the horny bunny quickly, send her off, then deal with himself later.

Like always, he could hold back.

This time, absolutely, without fail, he would endure.

Unbreakable willpower.

Goal: Graduate!

Pushing desire aside, Riley focused on the sight before him.

Sugar, watching him with expectant eyes.

His fingers brushed her clit, carefully parting the hood. The little bud was swollen, red—just like the rest of her.

When his tongue flicked over it, the rabbit melted instantly.

“W-Why are you licking there—?! O-Oh, ah, ah—!”

Her hips jerked.

Suck. A wet, lingering lick. The stimulation shot straight to her lower belly, sharper and heavier than when he’d teased her nipples, making her toes curl.

His tongue moved relentlessly, lapping, slurping, so thoroughly that she could no longer tell where her flesh ended and his mouth began.

Her lips fell open. Her eyes glazed over.

The unpredictable flicking of his tongue turned her mind white.

She wanted to tell him to stop—It’s weird, licking there—This is my first time feeling this, it’s too much—

‘Feels good… feels too good… This is cheating…’

Now that she thought about it, he was good with his tongue. His kisses, the way he touched her ears, her chest—all of it had been satisfying.

Sugar decided it wasn’t that she was overly sensitive—he was just that skilled.

So it wasn’t strange if she felt close already, right?

“A-Ahh…! T-This…! I’m already… ah—!”

The sensation piercing through her was inevitable. With every inch of her most sensitive spot being lavished like this, of course her body would react.

Riley’s tongue grew even more fervent, more insistent, as if urging her to let go.

Come as much as you want.

It didn’t take long before her back arched.

“—!!”

She held her breath, eyes squeezing shut.

Her spine trembled. Her legs felt weightless. Her sex clenched, spilling wetness as pleasure wracked her lower body.

The explosion of ecstasy left her mind in shambles. The sensation of being hurled into the sky was too intense to withstand.

She came—thoroughly licked by her childhood friend. Legs spread shamelessly, she came again under his ministrations. The immorality of it sent another wave of tingles through her hips.

“Haaahhh…”

Only after the first wave passed did she finally exhale.

“Hahh… Haa… Ugh…”

The aftershocks of her climax still rippled through her, each twitch pulling out a near-whimper.

Dazed, Sugar sluggishly turned her head—instinct guiding her gaze.

Riley watched her with a composed expression. He’d observed every second of her unraveling.

And yet—

His lower half still showed no reaction.

Her chest sank.

‘…Liar.’

Even now, her body still hummed with pleasure. Even now, her limbs trembled from the aftermath. But her heart felt like a lump of lead.

She’d worn this lewd outfit. Let him see everything. Bared her most intimate place, let him touch it—even let him watch her fall apart.

And yet—no reaction.

None of her carefully planned efforts had worked. The urge to cry welled up uncontrollably.

Even after all this… he still doesn’t get excited.

Maybe she had to accept it now.

Riley doesn’t feel any sexual attraction toward Sugar.

“…Hic.”

Her eyes burned instantly. Her nose stung. Her throat tightened. Emotions surged, impossible to control.

She’d thrown herself at him, knowing full well she shouldn’t desire family, shouldn’t crave a friend like this. And yet, despite all her efforts—the answer had been decided from the start.

How utterly hollow.

And the worst part? Her lower belly, still buzzing with pleasure, only annoyed her further.

What’s so good about it, getting all excited on your own?

“Hic… Huh… Ugh…”

The unfairness of it made her even sadder. Pitiful, even. She tried to wipe her tears with her sleeve—oh, right, this damn costume barely has any sleeves!—so she buried her face in the cushion instead.

“Sugar?”

When she started crying, Riley sounded genuinely confused.

“What’s… wrong? Why are you crying?”

He leaned in, flustered, trying to get a look at her face.

Sugar, still sniffling, asked the question that had been gnawing at her.

“Ugh… Riley… am I… am I really that unattractive?”

“What?”

“Even after all this… you’re still not turned on? I… I don’t make you hard at all…?”

“What the—?”

He sounded like he couldn’t believe his ears.

But Sugar took his stunned reaction as confirmation and her tear ducts exploded.

“Waaahhh… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m not sexy enough… I’m sorry my chest is small… I’m sorry your childhood friend is so unappealing she just makes a fool of herself…!”

“Wait, what the hell are you—”

“B-But I’ll try my best to match your tastes…! I’ll… hic… I’ll adjust however you want! Just… just don’t go for other girls… Waaahhh…!”

While she sobbed miserably, she heard Riley sigh heavily. She flinched.

She interpreted that sigh in the worst way possible.

Though really, what good meaning could a sigh have in this situation?

As she trembled, she felt the bed shift—Riley moving closer, sitting beside her curled-up form.

“Hey.”

“…”

“Sugar.”

“…”

“Sugar.”

“…”

“Look at me.”

He poked her cheek lightly, his voice gentle. Her kind-hearted friend, trying to comfort her. Even though he must have been exhausted from putting up with her act. Even though he was surely disgusted by now.

Feeling even guiltier, Sugar wiped her tears and looked up at him—

“—Huh?!”

A weird sound escaped her.

Did my tears mess up my vision?

She rubbed her eyes with the blanket and looked again.

“Uh… Wait, what… How… Huh? Seriously?!”

Words failed her.

Riley had no issues.

Well, technically he did—but his face was the same as always. A little colder, maybe, like he was annoyed. But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was below.

The very part Sugar had been obsessing over for days.

Even hidden beneath his pants, the sheer outline of it was unmistakable—straining against the fabric, as if ready to burst the zipper any second. That… that…

“Eeep…!”

A shiver ran down her spine at the unbelievable sight.

Then Riley spoke, his voice laced with irritation.

A rhetorical question—one with an obvious answer.

“You really thought… I wasn’t turned on by you?”

Translator Note

WELL WASN’T THIS FUN!!! EHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH… Sugar… Riley… they’re both perverts… they’re so cute ehehehe