Ch. 164 Melted (R19)
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 164: Melted (R19)
Content Warning
Contains Mature Content
Translator Note
Hi hi everyone!! It’s your translator LegoMyEggo here and uh, well you see the above content warning. This chapter is very much r19, and contains scenes with adult content so if that is something that makes you uncomfortable or you would rather just skip it then feel free! I will put a note at the end with a TLDR for those who would like that
A strange atmosphere lingered in the hospital room.
A drowsy man, still under the influence of medication, and a woman tense with nervous excitement lay together on a single bed.
‘What do I do? What do I do? Seriously, seriously, it’s the first time I’m showing this…’
The woman—Sugar—lay still, her chest exposed. Today, thanks to an unused Wish Coupon, she had agreed to reveal even more. To show what lay beneath her bra.
But now that the moment had arrived, she was trembling uncontrollably, terrified.
They had never even bathed together as children. And now, as adults, she was about to bare her chest?
Ah, ugh, aah!
When Riley, who was perched above her, touched her underwear, a sharp, involuntary “Eeek!” escaped her.
‘It’s Riley… It’s Riley… We’re close enough for this… We’re friends…’
One hand gripped the bedsheet, the other covered her eyes.
Peeking through her fingers, she stole a glance at the man. He looked surprisingly composed. Even though he’d nearly lost his mind before just from seeing her in lingerie.
‘…Is it because he’s in pain? Or the medication?’
Her eyes flicked to the bedside table, where an assortment of pills sat.
Maybe she shouldn’t have asked this of him. He was a patient, after all. Had she been too selfish?
Guhh… As she agonized, a soft click echoed through her chest.
The clasp had come undone.
“…Ah.”
A sound leaked out from sheer tension. Sweat coated her palms as she watched him push the padding aside.
But he didn’t remove it completely. He parted it slowly, just enough for a glimpse of pink—then stopped. The most important part remained hidden.
‘Why is he stopping there…?!’
It felt like teetering at the top of a rollercoaster, just before the drop. Sugar covered her eyes completely.
Yet she could still feel his gaze, slow and deliberate, sweeping over her. Her body twitched under his silent scrutiny.
“Sugar.”
“…”
“Sugar.”
“Wh-what…?”
When she finally managed to respond, she felt his fingers brush against her chest.
Her eyes widened for a split second before narrowing sharply.
“What’s this?”
The pink boundary on her chest. He traced it lazily with his fingertip, prodding teasingly as he asked. Sugar bit her lip.
“Why is only this part pink?”
“…”
“I asked what it is. What do you call it? Say it yourself.”
“Y-you know already!”
“I don’t. That’s why I’m asking.”
This was unbelievable!
His tastes were warped. He wanted to hear her say something embarrassing, wanted to see her squirm.
Who taught you to be like this?
How did you end up with such a kink?
Instead of answering, she lashed out.
“Uuugh…! Pervert! No! Don’t touch me!”
She yanked her chest protectively to herself and flopped facedown onto the bed.
“Pouting?”
“I’m mad! I’m revoking the Wish Coupon! Rejected! I’m not accepting it!”
Riley’s fingers trailed along her waist as she lay there.
“What a shame.”
“No means no!”
He kept pushing his luck, climbing higher and higher. How could he—how could he be like this?
A soft, amused exhale brushed against her back. His fingers traced her spine with unbearable slowness.
The sensation made her feel weightless, like she was floating.
“…”
‘…I already refused once. I can’t keep refusing…’
If she kept rejecting him, the Wish Coupon would lose its meaning. That’s all it was. As his elder, she should indulge him just this once.
“…I’ll give you one chance.”
Her face burning, she peeked up at Riley.
“Let’s play a game.”
“A game?”
“Just… turn around. Don’t look at me.”
What was she planning this time? Riley decided to humor her.
Rustle, rustle— The sound of fabric shifting, of skin brushing against cloth. It was impossible not to be curious.
“Okay… done.”
At her hesitant voice, the man turned back—only to find Sugar fully dressed.
Earlier, her chest had been completely exposed. Now, her blouse was buttoned up to her collarbone, neat and proper.
Huh? Why is that standing up so stiffly?
Something beneath the blouse made its presence known. A sidelong glance revealed the bra she’d been wearing earlier, carelessly tossed onto the bed.
Then Sugar’s eyes met Riley’s—sly, gleaming with excitement and anticipation. Her pinkish irises were downright mischievous.
“The game… If you guess the answer right, I’ll let you touch my chest.”
“What’s the question?”
Riley’s gaze bore into the self-assertive presence beneath her blouse as he asked.
Sugar squeezed her eyes shut before answering.
This was absolutely not an excuse.
“My…”
“Your?”
“If you can guess… the position of my nipple…”
And then she—
‘Stop. Stop. Don’t imagine it.’
Riley clutched his forehead as if he’d been struck. There was no predicting the depths of her depravity.
The more he imagined, the more worked up he got. His bloodflow control was already half-failing.
He needed to calm down.
Thankfully, the medication kept his body sluggish. Otherwise, he’d be done for.
Sugar had gone too far this time. Purposely taking off her bra, letting her hardened nipples show through her excitement—what kind of seduction was this? She was downright devious. Maybe she really was a fox. Even when she denied it with her mouth, her tail always wagged slyly.
‘No, more like a rabbit.’
Frequently in heat and utterly shameless.
Still, he had to admire her courage today. He wanted to satisfy her, to meet her expectations.
Riley exhaled, steeling himself.
Misinterpreting it as a sigh, Sugar stammered out an excuse.
“I-It’s just ’cause I’d feel bad if you couldn’t touch me at all…! S-so I’m giving you one chance…!”
As if anyone would believe that when her nipples were this perked up.
But Riley played along, gently placing his hand on her chest—and she immediately tensed.
His large palm. The plush swell of flesh that fit perfectly against it. Even through the fabric, it was unbearably soft.
So Sugar-like, tender and yielding.
This was her first time allowing this, showing her chest. She’d let him leave kiss marks before, but direct touching had always been off-limits.
‘I’m never letting him go further than this…!’
Watching him knead and grope with single-minded focus, she swore it to herself. No matter how much she indulged her perverted friend’s tastes, she wouldn’t let things go all the way
As she lost herself in thought, a slow, creeping sensation rose within her. Her nerves sharpened, her focus narrowing.
“Ah…”
Her eyes unfocused, dazedly chasing the feeling, a soft sound escaped her.
The same hand that had always stroked her hair. The same hand that had cupped her cheek. Now, that very hand clung to her chest, kneading and squeezing—betrayal simmered beneath her skin.
Was this okay? Between friends… was this really okay?
She shelved the question for now.
“Stop groping my chest… and just… find the right spot already… dummy…”
The man who’d just been scolded avoided the obvious peak, skimming his fingers around it instead. He circled her nipple lazily, deliberately not touching it.
“It’s hard to find. Is it here?”
“Look harder…”
“I can’t tell.”
Then—pinch. He abruptly squeezed both nipples at once.
“Hahh…!?”
Wh—what the hell was that?!
The sudden sensation made Sugar’s head jerk back.
But whether she liked it or not, the torment had officially begun.
One nipple was pinched and massaged gently, while the other was rolled leisurely between his fingers, stretched and plucked like something soft and springy.
The movements left her bewildered. The sensations—subtle, smooth, unfamiliar—were nothing like when he touched her stomach or waist.
“Haa… haah… what’s… with this…”
“Sugar.”
Just as her mind began to fog over from his slow, teasing touches, Riley flicked the stiffened peaks lightly and spoke.
“Give me a hint.”
“There’s no… such thing as a hint…”
She answered in a breathy voice, flinching when he pinched her again. Did this idiot really need a hint for something so obvious?
“What a shame.”
Riley pressed down on the peak with mock gentleness, his laughter warm against her ear.
Then, just as his fingers almost grazed her nipple through the blouse, Sugar—without even realizing—arched her chest forward, desperate.
‘Yep. She’s in heat.’
He didn’t point it out. No need to ruin the mood.
“Ohh… ahh…”
Her lips parted helplessly as she pressed her nipple into his stroking fingers, silently begging for more, for firmer touches.
Every brush of his fingers sent jolts through her lower stomach—no, deeper than that.
Lower.
Much lower.
Her breath grew ragged. Ignoring the man who was pretending not to know the answer, she surrendered to the rising pleasure.
‘Riley’s hands… they’re so warm…’
The comfort mixed with the heat seeping through the fabric, her skin growing hotter in response.
“Sugar.”
“Mmm… nn…”
“You should admit the answer soon.”
Her head lolled in a daze as his thumb and forefinger squeezed rhythmically.
“Aah… aahh… Fine… it’s the answer… As your reward… you can touch… as much as you want…”
Riley undid the buttons.
When the fabric fell away, her swollen, flushed nipples stood exposed. After being tormented by his warm hands, the cool air made her skin even more sensitive.
At the same time, his gaze—sticky, observant—licked over her. Sugar turned her head away, unable to bear it.
“Looks like you.”
“Wh—what?!”*
After all that silence, that was the first thing he said?!
“What do you mean it looks like me…?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like.”
Pink and delicate, plump, too.
The flesh fit perfectly in the man’s hand, the stiff peak standing proudly at its center. Even the tip was soft and pillowy—so very Sugar-like, tempting enough to devour.
“Is that… a compliment…?”
Considering Sugar’s place in Riley’s heart, of course it was.
The man voiced his thoughts aloud, then proceeded to knead and pinch with his fingers, pressing down like buttons.
Push, push.
Each time, a sweet, involuntary whimper escaped Sugar’s lips.
Her scent—especially the fragrance from her lower half—grew richer, sweeter, driving him higher.
“Ah…! W-wait…!”
Sugar jolted in surprise when Riley suddenly buried his face against her chest, sealing his hot mouth over her nipple and swirling his tongue.
“S-strange… Ugh, it’s strange… I said you could touch, not suck…”
The damp, trembling flesh was lavished with slow, deliberate licks. Slurp. As if savoring something delicious, he lapped at her like she was sugar itself—ready to melt under his tongue.
The haphazard sucking, the wet kisses—it was maddening. The sensations alone were overwhelming, but the sounds were worse. Her ears were too sensitive.
“Hahh… Riley, st-stop…”
She shoved at his head, but he didn’t budge. She could force him away with magic.
She could resist.
But she didn’t.
And that made her hate herself a little.
‘I can’t hurt Riley…’
Making excuses, she covered her eyes again.
The lewd, sticky sounds—chulp, schlick—were obscene. With her vision blocked, her hearing sharpened, and this was bad.
Frowning, she opened her eyes just as Riley pulled away.
And the sight of her exposed nipple was too much.
Glossy with spit, swollen red—it practically boasted, “This feels good, doesn’t it? Touch me more. Squeeze me harder.”
Sugar’s expression twisted as she glanced down at her own chest. This was… too much.
‘It’s lewd…’
Had he been showing off his handiwork? Noticing her pout, Riley buried his face again—this time on the other side. He inhaled her scent, then sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Ngh…!”
The flick of his tongue made her shoulders jerk.
When he pressed down firmly, her legs squeezed together.
When his lips nibbled, her hips bucked on their own.
When his teeth grazed—ah!—she yelped, and in response, he licked even more gently, as if apologizing.
Then, without warning, he nuzzled his nose against the underside of her breast.
“Hyaah…!”
The sensation of being licked and sucked there was strange. A peculiar pleasure rose in her, followed by a quiet happiness.
He likes them even though they’re not that big.
Watching him cling to her chest, utterly absorbed, she almost regretted not letting him do this sooner.
Then—his fingers twisted the other nipple.
“Hahh—!!”
Her vision whited out.
The way he pressed and circled with his fingertips felt too good.
The way he pinched between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing slowly—she loved it too much.
‘No… I hate it… It’s weird…’
She snapped back to her senses.
Even as her panties grew damp from the pleasure Riley gave her, she denied it fiercely. Clutching the sheets, she let out cute, stifled whimpers—
“Hah… Ah, ahhn…”
The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, interspersed with soft, kitten-like cries.
It was disgustingly lewd.
“Keep it down. We’re in a hospital room.”
The reprimand made her face burn. Had she been that loud? Had she been so lost in it that she hadn’t even noticed?
“Ugh, s-stop touching… not there…”
Her voice trembled with humiliation, but Riley ignored her, shifting his position to pull her into a back hug.
“Huh…?”
Then, both hands kneaded her breasts at once.
His mouth found her ear.
“Ah…! N-not the ears…!”
She was already flushed and oversensitive from neglect—pent-up desire simmering beneath her skin.
And Sugar’s ears were weak. They’d been thoroughly trained by now.
So what happened when her nipples and ears were attacked at the same time?
“Haaahhh…”
Squelch, squelch. She melted.
His tongue delved into her ear, wet and relentless, dragging out shivers with every flick. Her hips jerked helplessly.
Meanwhile, his hands had already learned her preferences, lavishing attention on her nipples just the way she liked.
One side was pressed firmly, fingers twisting and teasing.
The other was pinched lightly between his thumb and forefinger, rubbed in slow, maddening circles.
She was going insane. It was impossible to think.
Her lower stomach felt wrong—no, beyond wrong, dangerous. Something was swelling, pulsing, like it might burst.
“W-wait… seriously, wait…! Stop, hold on, ngh, ah, s-something’s weird…!”
Her spine prickled with electricity. Her lower half throbbed, legs twitching uselessly—clenching only made the pressure worse, amplifying the wrongness.
A fierce, all-consuming prelude.
‘This is weird. Weird,’
Really dangerous.
That swollen feeling was about to snap. Every brush against her nipples sent shocks straight to her core, deep where something primal was stirring.
“Riley, wait! I’m scared, ah, ah—!”
No matter how much she begged, he wouldn’t stop. Normally, he’d tease her just enough before backing off. Always stopping at a certain point.
But today, it was like he wanted to see it through—slick, squelch, grind—
“Ah, ah, ah, ah! I said stooop…!”
The terror of being unheard, the cruelty of his merciless touch and the dread of something inevitable looming.
Why wouldn’t he stop when she kept saying no?
This wasn’t the Riley she knew. That fear spilled into her whimpers—and finally, his tongue left her ear.
‘Is he stopping now?’ she thought, just as—
Huu—
A hot breath seared against her skin.
Then, a single, saccharine whisper:
“I love you, Sugar.”
—Squeeze.
Ah.
This is danger—
Her mind went blank.
Her toes curled taut.
Her back arched, body shuddering in electric spasms—so intense it was dizzying.
Something burst from her head, spilling down her spine, drenching her in sweetness.
Pleasure.
Bliss.
Nothing else existed.
Ah.
Ahh.
It feels so good…
…
“…Huh…? Wha…?”
It took her a long moment to come back to herself, limbs still trembling.
Her lower back tingled, muscles twitching weakly.
“Eh… Uh…?”
She swallowed the drool on her lips, flexing her shaky fingers.
And then—laughter beside her. A low, vibrating chuckle that tickled her eardrums.
“Wow. Pathetic.”
Her spine turned to ice.
“N-no, I didn’t—”
“How are you this weak?”
“I’m not! I didn’t—!”
This couldn’t be happening.
Reality was sinking in, and she refused to believe it.
This body—for the first time in this life—and by her childhood friend’s hands—
“You came just from your nipples and ears?”
—She’d reached her first climax.
“I DIDN’T!! I DIDN’T C-COME!!”
She flipped onto her stomach, burying herself in the sheets.
…
…
…
“Lies… No way… Impossible… Stop joking… I didn’t… I didn’t…”
Muffled under the blanket, she chanted the words like a spell, voice thick with humiliation. The truth was obvious.
“You did. I saw your back arch and everything.”
“SHUT UUUP!”
The blanket flailed wildly.
“This can’t be real…”
She’d never experienced this kind of desire before—at least, not consciously. She’d assumed women just… had less of it.
She’d never masturbated. Didn’t even know how. The vague memory of adult content from a past life was all she had, but she’d lived dry and mild for so long.
Then, after enrolling at Steele, she’d started noticing odd sensations. Her body had grown more responsive.
And when she’d fooled around with Riley, she’d felt something.
But she’d denied it. Ignored it. Denied it again.
Now—
“…”
She stopped thinking. She didn’t want to think.
Only tears of shame spilled out.
Not even her own hands—but someone else’s.
Her precious childhood friend’s hands.
“Y-you’re the worst…”
Denial twisted into accusation—because blaming someone else was the easiest escape from shame.
“H-how are you so good at this…? You… You’ve done this before, haven’t you? No way you’d be this skilled otherwise… Haha… Who was she…? Huhu… Haha…”
As she teetered on the edge of becoming a puddle of fake brown sugar—
“Are you insane? Of course it’s my first time.”
Riley’s reply was crisp, matter-of-fact.
Sugar buried her face in the pillow.
“Aaaaah…”
Objectively, his technique had been clumsy—his mind still foggy from medication, his touches experimental as he gauged her reactions.
Beginners were always rough.
The problem was her body—too sensitive, too responsive. Or maybe it was just him, the way he made her feel too much.
—I love you, Sugar.
“Haaaah…”
Such an ordinary phrase. So why? Why? The moment she heard it, her lower stomach had clenched like it was being crushed, his whisper so sweet it hurt.
‘We say “I love you” to each other all the time…’
So why did it feel so charged today?
“Just admit it. You were a mess—face slack, hips trembling—”
“ShutupshutupshutUP.”
Annoyed, she cut him off with a snap. Riley clicked his tongue and yanked the blanket away.
Beneath it, Sugar trembled, tears dripping as she clutched her chest.
“…Did you hate it that much?”
He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I-I didn’t… hate it…”
“Then why?”
“…”
Pride, maybe. Guilt over coming undone by her childhood friend’s hands. It was complicated. The weight of their roles—older sister, friend, family—felt violated, unbearable.
And this was her first climax as a woman. Of course it’d be overwhelming, especially when it was his hands that took her there.
“I dunno… I didn’t come, though…”
Riley decided to dangle bait. Brushing her tears away, he whispered gently:
“Did you, or didn’t you? Be honest. I’ll give you a prize.”
She bit her lip.
‘Infuriating. Why ask? Why make me say it? You already know. You know. And yet you want to hear it from my mouth? You’re twisted. A villain. A pervert. A clingy, sleazy—’
“……I came.”
“Whose hands?”
“…………Yours.”
Warmth pressed against her lips immediately.
He’d been staring at them—those glistening, pleading lips—until he finally claimed them.
Her first real kiss.
“Mmm…”
No different from her dreams.
No—wait. In her dreams, her thighs didn’t throb with aftershocks. Her face didn’t burn like this, tears didn’t spill from shame.
But the dizzying floatiness of skin against skin? That was the same.
‘God, I’m losing it.’
Her first kiss, her first climax—both tied to him. She’d thought she could give him anything because he was her precious friend. But this wasn’t what she’d meant.
‘Aah…’
She wanted to tear her hair out—but first, the kiss took priority. Swallowing the urge to scream, she focused on the act in front of her.
Then, she felt fingers brushing against her neck.
Today’s real objective.
The choker came loose.
Still a long way to go before we’re done…
***************
“I’ll walk you back.”
After straightening her clothes, she turned to find Riley following her.
“A patient shouldn’t be escorting me…”
As if she had any right to say that—still dazed from her climax, freshly marked by him.
Her flushed face, glazed eyes, the thick, sweet scent clinging to her—
‘No way I’m letting her go alone.’
If she refused again, he’d probably just carry her like a princess. Reluctantly, Sugar gave in.
They walked in silence, hand in hand, eyes fixed on the floor until they reached her door.
“Keep warm.”
“…”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“…”
“Drink plenty of water.”
“You worry about yourself!”*
She slammed the door behind her. What kind of ridiculous advice was that?!
The moment she entered, she beelined for the shower, avoiding the mirror. No point looking—she’d only drown in shame.
Still… it wasn’t all bad.
Her sense of responsibility and position felt tattered, but at the same time, a heavy satisfaction swelled inside her. The dark emotions that had built up over days had melted away.
‘I’m messed up… really messed up… How can I feel like this just from being touched there…? This isn’t something to enjoy…’
But of course she felt better. She’d been pent-up for so long—literally frustrated—how could she not feel relief?
Sugar, who always struggled to face herself, shuddered at her own depravity as she peeled off her pants.
“…Huh?”
Squelch.
A dumbfounded noise escaped her.
She’d felt something was off. She’d braced herself, to some extent.
But the reality surpassed her worst imagination.
Thin, silvery strands stretched from her thighs to the pants she’d just stepped out of, snapping cleanly as they separated.
It had soaked through her panties, her stockings, her pants—everything.
“Ah… Aah…”
Every breath carried a thick, sugary scent—a woman’s fragrance rising from below.
Trembling, she pressed a hand to her thighs.
Sticky, syrupy sweetness.
A slight rub produced a lewd, squelching noise from the juice-drenched stockings.
No way to pretend this was just poor condition. She’d already reached climax. She’d been groped senseless by her childhood friend.
She’d admitted it.
And this was the result.
“Aaaaaaaaaah……”
Sugar collapsed to the floor, covering her face like it might explode.
And to make matters worse—her lower stomach tingled again, taunting her.
Translator Note
Sugar… perverted… lewd… wow. That sure was something wasn’t it! For all you r19 enjoyers I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Riley and Sugar being well, Riley and Sugar. For those of you who are hoping for r19 to become a mainstay of this story I do have some bad news, it will be a while before the next r19 chapter so wait patiently for that.
And once again, thank you all for reading, I hope you’re enjoying reading through Sugar and Riley’s journey just as much as I am!!!
For those who wanted to skip to the end for a TLDR: Sugar and Riley have an intimate experience together (though they do not go all the way), Riley whispers into her ear that he loves her, and Sugar loses more and more of her pride as she falls more and more.
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