Chapter 188: A Bunny Just for You (2) (R19)

Rea​d o​n Ka​tReadi​ngCafe

Content Warning

Contains Sexual Content

Translator Note

As like last chapter, no TLDR this time and a warning again as this is r19 content

A heart pounding like an explosion. Blood surging violently through his veins. It was especially concentrated in one particular area of his body, and he was desperately using magic to block it.

That was why Riley kept grimacing and clutching his head intermittently. The mental strain of manipulating his blood flow was extreme.

Today was especially bad. Controlling the rush of blood at the sight of his childhood friend dressed in provocative clothes, calling herself “Riley’s bunny,” felt like chanting a spell from the grimoire. It was as intense as preparing for battle.

Unaware of this, Sugar hugged a cushion, hiding under the blanket, and asked hesitantly:

“How… You never, n-never reacted before. N-not even a hint today. But suddenly…”

She was startled by the unexpected sight after her tears. Despite wanting him to react, seeing him like this actually frightened her.

“I blocked the blood flow.”

“What?”

“Magic manipulation. I can control my body’s internals.”

“Ah…… Ahhh!! You used it like that…?!”

A flash of realization struck her.

She knew skilled mages could use magic to manipulate their bodies at will. But using it to suppress arousal—what kind of absurd application was that?

“Why… No, wait, so you’ve been blocking it all this time?”

“Yeah, the whole time.”

“Riley… Have you… been getting excited because of me?”

“…I still am.”

Those words carried the weight of a long, arduous journey. From the moment they reunited, their relationship had been a sticky, clingy mess.

As Sugar vaguely grasped the situation, she peeked at him, fidgeting before asking:

“Am I… sexy?”

“Incredibly.”

“D-do you like my ch-chest?”

“It’s the best. Soft and springy.”

“S-soft and springy…”

Sugar suddenly squeezed her own modest chest. Soft and springy… So that’s how it feels…

“But… wouldn’t bigger be better? You’re a guy. All guys like big ones, right?”

“If yours were big, then yeah.”

“…”

It was as if he was saying, Because it’s yours, I like it.

Her heart pounded wildly. She could feel her chest stiffening as blood rushed to the tips.

‘What… What is this… Why am I like this…?’

Why was her heart racing over something like this? It felt perverted and stupid.

Confused by her own emotions, she blurted out what she really wanted to know:

“All this time… you held back for me?”

“Of course.”

His answer was immediate.

“Why else would I?”

He sighed, and Sugar flushed slightly, recalling everything that had happened.

“…You’re so perverted. Y-you hold back getting hard, but you grope me like crazy. Getting me all worked up. You’re just using blood flow control so you can focus on touching me, aren’t you? Seriously… how much do you love my body?”

Where had the girl who cried, “I’m sorry I’m not attractive, I’m sorry my chest is small” gone? Now she was preening and teasing him shamelessly.

In response, Riley made a show of undoing his pants.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

She quickly apologized, ducking under the blanket. Never provoke a man holding a loaded weapon.

After trembling for a while, she peeked out again.

“…Hey.”

She inched closer, like a timid herbivore overcome by curiosity.

She crept right up to him, eyeing his lower half before fidgeting nervously.

“…”

“…”

“Can I… touch it?”

After a long silence, Riley nodded.

Sugar hesitantly reached out.

The thing straining against his pants. She placed her hand on it and gently stroked.

“So hard… You hid this all along…”

Logically, how could anyone just watch their partner writhe in pleasure without doing anything? Now that she understood how and why he had endured, she could think rationally.

Suppressing desire was hard. Having once been male herself, she knew better than anyone.

Yet he endured—for her. To keep himself from crossing the line.

Because he treasured Sugar.

“Riley…”

“…Yeah.”

“Listen. You’ve suffered so much… so I want to satisfy you. I-I want to make you feel good too. Today, I’m your bunny, after all…”

It was a line she’d never dare say sober. Her face burned.

But she wanted to return the favor.

Until now, only Sugar had been feeling good. Riley had been the one touching her, receiving nothing in return. Sure, there were parts of her he hadn’t explored—but that was just karma from their childhood.

“So…”

Her trembling hands reached for his belt. He didn’t stop her. Silent permission was given.

Once resolved, Sugar quickly undid his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Eek…!”

She gasped at the sudden sight. It was like opening a jack-in-the-box.

She had estimated its size before, but it exceeded expectations.

The way it sprang up, firm and unyielding—its sheer size was as thick as Sugar’s forearm. Her first impression? Terrifying.

“What is this… It’s too big…”

A thick, musky scent filled the air. When she inhaled deeply, her mind went blank. It reminded her of the time she’d sneaked into Riley’s dorm room and sniffed his—

‘Ngh… Nnn…’

Shaking her head, Sugar sat up. The two of them were now side by side on the edge of the bed, pressed close together.

“O-okay… I’ll do it.”

With trembling hands, she reached for her childhood friend’s arousal.

The moment her fingers touched it, she stiffened slightly. It was so hot. She could feel his pulse throbbing beneath her fingertips, the veins bulging prominently. The deeper hue toward the tip made it look… impressively sturdy.

Her small, pale hands stroking him only emphasized the contrast. Her fingers couldn’t even encircle it fully—her thumb and middle finger barely met. What kind of girth was this?

‘Can something like this even fit inside a person…?’

She pondered the anatomical feasibility for a moment before moving her wrist experimentally. The back-and-forth motion was laborious.

Occasionally, she glanced at Riley’s face for a reaction. He was silent, making it hard to tell if he was enjoying it.

“H-how is it…? Does it feel good?”

“…A little harder.”

“Ah, okay.”

She adjusted her grip, moving with more force and rhythm. Soon, she heard a deep, controlled exhale beside her.

Was he feeling good?

As she continued, a clear bead of fluid seeped from the tip.

“Whoa…”

‘He’s getting excited. Because of my hand.’

Now she understood how he must have felt all those times he pinned her down. It was the same thrill she’d felt when marking him in return.

Making your partner feel good because of you. The satisfaction from that filled her chest.

Sugar dragged her fingers lazily over the slick head before smearing the moisture down the length, stroking him with sticky, deliberate movements.

The wet sounds of friction. The slap of skin. Their ragged breathing. The lewd scent hanging heavy in the air.

“Haah… Hah…”

In the wordless silence of the room, their bodies burned hotter.

They’d bared their lower halves to each other. Childhood friends of nearly a decade, now exposing their most intimate parts.

The unreality of it all crashed over her. When she thought of the boy he used to be, a wave of guilt and exhilaration surged through her.

‘I’m holding my childhood friend’s… my almost-little-brother’s… and stroking it…’

The you who was smaller than me. The you who was always hurt. The you who didn’t know what to do with warmth. The you who reached out to me.

That boy had grown into this—someone who stirred her heart, made her obsessive, made her cling to him.

‘And now… we’re getting off on each other… to this point…’

But that wasn’t all. Sugar had been on the receiving end of his affections far more often. Their recent encounters had been unbearably sticky.

‘And he was hiding this every time…?’

Hah—

Ah. The corner of her mouth twitched upward.

‘Sugar… what exactly do you even like…?’

No amount of scolding herself could change the truth.

Sugar and Riley desired each other. That was an indisputable fact.

Was it an extension of their possessiveness? A twisted affection so deep they’d offer their bodies?

Or was it simply attraction, man to woman?

Either way, satisfaction bloomed inside her.

Like one more reason you can never escape me.

‘Aah……’

I’m… really far gone, aren’t I?

Her feelings grew deeper, more uncontrollable, until she couldn’t even recognize them anymore. Swept away, she no longer knew what was what.

She didn’t understand. So she stopped thinking.

Today, Sugar was a bunny. Animals didn’t need to overcomplicate things. They only had to obey their instincts.

And right now, she was a doe in heat, her breath hotter than the man beneath her touch.

Without warning, she slid off the bed and knelt between his legs.

“Hey… what are you—”

“Nn… Hah… Slurp… Haah…”

She brought her face close to her friend’s arousal, intoxicated by the scent, before brushing her lips against it.

Her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks were the very picture of estrus.

“Ahh… Nngh… Sslurp…”

“Haah…”

Riley exhaled sharply.

The sight of her—usually so bratty, now this sweetly eager—was dizzying.

Sugar nuzzled her lips against him, inhaling his scent, her expression slack with want. Visually overwhelming.

He’d imagined this plenty.

Her hands on him.

Her teasing him.

He’d held back, knowing full well how hard it would be to resist if it became reality.

But then she’d gone and said something like ‘You don’t get hard for me?’—and he’d snapped. Those round, tearful eyes always made him weak.

Still, how had she even started worrying about that?

Wasn’t that question itself proof she wanted him to see her as a woman?

‘After always running away, calling me “friend” or “little brother” as an excuse.’

What had gotten into her, dressing like this, clinging to him with that attitude, squeezing him dry—

Not long ago, she’d deliberately kept her distance, self-conscious about how much they looked like a couple. What on earth was going on in that tiny head of hers?

How do you really see me?

Lost in thought, he barely registered the soft press of Sugar’s lips against his length.

“You’re really gonna kill me…”

“Mmm… Chu… Chuu…”

She started from the base, moving upward with slow, deliberate kisses. Her plush lips traced every vein as if handling something precious, lingering particularly at the tip before sealing over it with a wet, obscene noise. The contrast between her glossy pink lips and his flushed arousal was dizzying.

‘I’m kissing… Riley’s thing right now…’

It felt surreal, dreamlike. Wasn’t this something only perverts did? Yet here she was, doing it voluntarily.

Strangely, she couldn’t stop. She peeked up at him through her lashes—their eyes met, and she quickly looked away before forcing herself to hold his gaze again.

‘Riley’s expression is so lewd…’

His brow was furrowed, his eyes dark with lust. The way he looked down at her was purely predatory, his ragged breathing like he might pounce any second.

Dazed, she stared back, still suckling lightly at the tip. Like candy.

A strange taste. But it was his scent. His flesh.

“Bleh… Heh…”

She stuck her tongue out tauntingly, swirling it around the head, and felt him twitch against her lips, growing even harder.

“Getting more exshited…? You turned on jusht by watchin’ me lick it?”

The moment she slurred around him, Riley flicked her forehead—not hard, just enough to scold. She giggled and resumed sucking, more earnestly now.

Why did this feel so good? Her lower belly ached.

‘Am I really in heat? This is bad. I shouldn’t get turned on by my childhood friend…’

Yet she took him deeper, no longer tentative. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she began working him into her mouth with shaky determination.

‘Too big…’

The thickness, the length—none of it was normal. Compared to her small frame, it felt like the difference between prey and predator. Like she’d be pierced and devoured. Trying to swallow it whole was a struggle.

“Nn… Ugh.”

Still, she shoved forward, forcing him down her throat—

“—!?”

—and immediately gagged, coughing violently as tears welled up.

“Hey… don’t push yourself.”

“But… cough… ngh…”

Once she caught her breath, she tried again, tears streaming as she inched him back into her mouth.

Riley’s restraint was hanging by a thread.

She’s too damn earnest. The way she stubbornly tried to take all of him was endearing—but it also made him want to grab her head and fuck her throat raw.

Instead, he reached out silently.

His hand settled on her head and patted her gently, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

Sugar smiled around him, puffing a proud little snort through her nose.

‘So sweet…’

She gave up on deep-throating, not wanting to worry him.

‘I’ll get better with practice.’

…Practice?

Was she planning to do this again? Wasn’t she just a bunny for today?

‘Ugh… whatever…’

“Hahp… ngh…”

She focused on what she could manage, bobbing her head while her tongue coiled around him. The heat of her mouth, the friction—it was overwhelming. Both of them were already feverish with pent-up desire.

One hand pressed against her own burning lower belly, the other stroking what she couldn’t swallow.

“Hnn…! Mmph…! Nn…!”

The wet sounds of her mouth, the sticky syrup dripping onto the floor—the air itself felt thick and suffocating. Her head spun.

“Sugar, I’m close—”

“…”

“Sugar.”

“…”

“Hey.”

“…”

“Let go. I’m gonna come.”

But the moment he warned her—

The girl ignored him.

She took him deeper, as if to say, “I won’t stop until you’re empty.” The lewd slurping, her choked moans—it was downright sinful.

“Nngh! Hnn—! Hah…!”

Her determination was obvious. She wouldn’t pull away until he finished. She’d take every drop.

What a little succubus.

“Tch—!”

A strained groan ripped from Riley’s throat. That low, ragged voice—god, she loved it. When she sucked hard one last time, his release flooded her mouth.

“Ngh—!?”

It fills her mouth to the brim.

Each throb of his cock sent another thick pulse of liquid surging out, striking the back of her throat and sticking to her palate with a lewd squelch.

“Mmm… Nngh…”

The bitter, salty taste. The musk. And yet—it felt good. A hum escaped her, almost like a purr.

‘Riley came. in my mouth.’

Always so composed, always so clean—Riley came inside his childhood friend’s mouth.

‘Now you’re just like me.’

A childish, giddy satisfaction swelled in her chest.

But despite those petty thoughts, she kept working him through it, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

‘It’s so much…’

The steady flow threatened to overflow, so she swallowed in small gulps. It clung to her throat, thick and stubborn.

The idea of swallowing someone else’s cum should’ve disgusted her. But this was Riley’s. So she kept her lips sealed around him, gulping obediently, even meeting his gaze as she did so.

His eyes—half-lidded, dark with something feral—stared down at her. Possessive. Hungry.

The doe trembled.

“Nn… Ugh…”

Finally, the spurts tapered off.

Sugar pulled away with a soft pop, lips still pursed to keep any stray drops from escaping. His cock, now free from her mouth, glistened wetly in the dim light, radiating heat.

‘That was just… inside me…’

Not that she has room to be shocked—her mouth was still full of him.

Bitter. Salty. Sticky. And yet… not bad.

Strangely addictive.

She covered her mouth with a hand.

“Mmm… Nnn…”

“Why are you savoring it?”

“Hmph…”

Even as he scolded her, she kept humming, cheeks puffed like a squirrel’s.

Then Sugar dropped her hand and opened her mouth wide—only her cute, pink tongue remaining, flicking playfully.

Not a drop left.

The sight alone was enough to make him hard again. How could he not get excited after watching her swallow every last bit?

“You’re really…”

“Hehe…”

‘You get hard so easily for me. So why did you make me worry so much?’

She tapped the tip of his cock teasingly before leaning in again, lazily sucking the last remnants from his slit. Riley exhaled sharply, then suddenly lifted her onto the bed.

“R-Riley?”

“Turn over. Don’t look at me.”

What’s he planning? Curious, she obeyed—only to freeze when something hot and firm pressed against her backside.

That thing. The one she’d just had in her mouth.

“Eeek!”

“Stay still.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, trapping her. Her spine tingled. All that earlier bravado gone. Now, all Sugar could think about was what he might do next.

“Y-you’re not—Riley—!”

“…”

“T-that thing—you know—we can’t—!”

“…”

“N-no way, even if—!”

“…”

“W-we’re friends…!”

“…”

“I’m your older sister…!”

The sudden shift had her panicking.

The bunny act? Forgotten.

His silence was terrifying.

‘But that—that’s too much. Way too much. Hands and mouths are one thing, but actual s-se—’

‘Aah!’

In desperation, she blurts out the one thing she thought she’d never say—a last-ditch spell to stop him.

“I-I’m… a virgin…!”

A disbelieving laugh burst out behind her.

“D-don’t laugh! It’s important! Unmarried couples shouldn’t…! And unicorns…! And—nnn—just no!”

Her face burned as she whined, but Riley ignored her, his hand sliding down to her lower belly. ‘She’s so warm—hotter than ever.’

And yet, he’s just teasing her.

After a moment, he swallowed his amusement and murmurs:

“Who said I was gonna do that?”

“Huh?!”

Then, still holding her tight, he slotted himself between her thighs instead.

Pliant flesh. The curve of her ass. The torn stockings, her soft skin peeking through. He nestles his cock against the slick heat there, not inside—but close enough.

“Ah…!”

The thick, foreign pressure was strange. She realized what he was doing—grinding.

‘…Is this… safe?’

Before she could decide, he started moving. Slow. Deliberate. A shudder ran through her.

“P-pervert… Riley, you pervert…”

“Says the girl who just deep-throated me.”

“…”

“I never even asked you to swallow.”

Sugar buried her face in the pillow, surrendering to his rhythm.

She could feel it—the thick press of his arousal nestled between her thighs, grinding against the slick friction of her stockings and bare skin. No lubricant was needed. She was already dripping, soaked enough to leave wet streaks along her inner thighs.

Squelch. Slip-slide.

Sugar’s lips trembled as she felt him drag against her folds, slow and deliberate.

When she glanced down, the flushed tip peeked out from between her thighs, glistening with her own slick. The sight sent a strange thrill through her.

‘His hips are so lewd…’

Each thrust bumped against her clit, his pelvis meeting her ass with shallow thuds. The wet sounds grew heavier, like laundry being wrung out—a messy mix of their fluids.

“Ah…!”

Then, Riley began moving in earnest.

He pressed down firmly, grinding the thick length against her swollen clit, and Sugar’s mouth fell open instantly.

“Nngh… Aah, ah… Nn…!”

She’d already been worked up from sucking him off earlier, and now this? Her hips jerked helplessly as her face twisted in pleasure.

Behind her, his breaths were just as ragged. He held her tight, rocking into her with rough, hungry strokes.

‘I’m doing something this dirty with Riley… We’re getting off together…’

Her head spun. She never imagined they’d go this far. Rubbing against each other like animals—what kind of depravity was this?

“Ah! Nn—ah, ah…!“

Just thinking about it pushed her closer.

She threw her head back, gasping. Wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, drowning in his scent, taking every thrust—

“A-ah, ah, ah…!”

Climax.

Her body convulsed, but the stimulation didn’t stop, dragging her release out unbearably.

“Pathetic.”

She barely registered his taunt whispered against her ear. All she could manage was a broken whimper.

By the time Sugar came a second and third time, Riley finally let himself finish.

He drove into her ruthlessly, hips snapping like he meant to bury himself to the hilt—then slammed deep, spilling over her thighs with a groan. Hot streaks of cum splattered across the bedsheets.

“Hah…”

A heavy exhale.

Sugar, already panting for what felt like hours, went limp against him.

“Nn… Haaah…”

One orgasm earlier, three now—four total, plus the crying. No wonder she felt boneless.

She’d definitely done something irreversible. Something reckless. But for now, she just wanted to sleep and deal with the consequences later.

‘Surely he’s satisfied now, right?’

She tried to squirm away—Huh?!

“W-why is it hard again?!”

“Why? We’ve only done it twice.”

Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Riley sounded genuinely baffled by her question.

“H-how many times were you planning to…?”

“At least five.”

“…Haah?”

Her body trembled. Cold sweat trickled down her back—new sweat, unrelated to the exertion.

While I came three times, you only finished once?!

“Considering how long I’ve held back, five is conservative. Could be more.”

“Wha—”

“We’ll just… keep going until we find out.”

He pulled her back into position, adjusting his grip.

“Might even hit double digits…”

She couldn’t believe her ears.

‘Did I poke something I shouldn’t have?’

Some things were meant to stay hidden. Some desires were locked away for a reason—and she’d gone and dug them all up.

The bunny girl gulped.

“You said you wanted to make me feel good. That you’d satisfy me because I’ve suffered for so long.”

He pinched her waist, chiding her as she shivered.

“You’re the one who wore this outfit. You’re the one who cried about me not getting hard. You started this.”

“……”

“So… hang in there, Sugar.”

The sun hadn’t even set yet. The afternoon was still bright.

A full-body shudder ran through her.

Today is going to be very long.

Translator Note

oh my god…. RILEY WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn’t realize he had this in him!!! So lewd… so cute… woah….