【あぁ、solvedけちゃう】(It doesn’t stop, it’s about to melt) Author: 08230324

Author: 08230324
Word Count: 32772

Chapter 1 Black Leather Gloves 1

…The high-speed train No. ○○ on Line 1 is about to proceed. Please move to the inside of the white line…

A light camel-colored coat came into view as the train stopped at the platform door.

“Oh! It’s that woman. Is it always this time every Monday morning?”

That was last Monday. At the same time today, Okamoto, a habitual pervert,
happened to share a train with that woman. She had slightly wavy long hair, a cashmere overcoat, and
carried an imported bag in her black leather gloves. Her calm and elegant expression gave the impression of a secretary at a top-tier company,
which was exactly what Okamoto wanted. From this station to the final stop, the door on this side couldn’t be opened. The woman was
standing facing the door, and he cleverly squeezed behind her on her right. The moving train swayed slightly, and he used
his body to press the woman against the door. The scent of her hair was incredibly alluring, and his
groin instantly hardened. The woman seemed to realize what the "thing" pressed against her waist was, and she
tried to turn away. To make an excuse easier, Okamoto first rubbed the back of his left hand against her buttocks, which
were covered by . The woman just kept her head down, her brows slightly furrowed, biting her lip.

"Great! Maybe I can enjoy it all the way to the end now."

Okamoto switched his hand to his palm, enjoying the soft and firm feel of her buttocks through the coat, and then
his right hand slowly moved along her waist towards her front. He felt the soft body under the coat tremble
slightly , but fortunately, there was no resistance. Okamoto continued to caress her, reaching
his climax with satisfaction. By the time the train pulled into the station, Okamoto was almost at his limit. As soon as the doors opened, the woman ran
off . Okamoto, his groin throbbing, crawled into the station's restroom. As soon as he pulled his penis out of the stall, a large amount of semen gushed out with a "plop
plop plop ," spraying all over the toilet.

"Wow, this is the first time I've ever ejaculated so much. Ahh, I wish I could see her again."

That day, the lingering smooth cashmere texture and the woman's scent on his hands excited him so much that he couldn't stop,
unable to leave the toilet, and almost missed his part-time job.

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Okay~ Today too... The doors opened, and he stepped onto the tram. Just as he was about to go around behind her, he was pushed far away from her by

the last passenger to board. After that, he tried to move behind her as the tram swayed, but ultimately failed, and reached the final stop. "Damn it~ What a waste of a rare opportunity. Next week I must..." He walked through the station building while mentally humiliating the woman, and suddenly noticed a person in a light camel coat heading towards the lockers. "W-Is that woman?" The lockers were located deep in the passageway leading from the station building to the underground shopping mall. Although there were surveillance cameras, the rows of lockers obscured most of them. Therefore, although there were many lockers, few people used them. Right now, apart from Okamoto following the woman, no one else came this way. As if lured in, Okamoto followed the woman to the innermost locker, but the woman wasn't there . For a moment, Okamoto stood there, bewildered and frozen. "Huh? What's going on?" He had barely finished speaking when something soft suddenly bumped into him from behind, pinning him against a locker. Thump! "Wow! What?" "I said, you're the pervert from last week, right?" "Eh? Eh? N-no, it's not..." "It's okay, I won't call the police to arrest you. Hey, is being a pervert fun?" "No, well... well, it's just..." "I just think, if it's fun, I'd like to do it too. You mean doing this kind of thing, right?" "Ugh!" The woman's right hand, which was tightly hugging Okamoto from behind, began to move downwards. Okamoto, startled by the woman's actions, didn't shake her off, but let her continue. "Eh? What's wrong with this woman? She's an amazing pervert (as opposed to a pervert, referring to a woman with a strong ). But this seems pretty good..." The black leather glove repeatedly stroked his crotch, then unbuckled her belt and pulled out his penis. The situation, completely opposite to last week made Okamoto feel inexplicably excited, and his penis began to erect. The gradually hardening penis rubbed against the leather, making a sound, and then the glove continued to increase its grip and stroke him. "How does it feel to be violated by a woman? Violated by a leather glove. You're going to melt and become sticky from being violated ." The black leather glove played with Okamoto's penis. The cold, soft black leather wrapped, kneaded, and squeezed the glans, shaft, and scrotum. Just like a hot iron rod gradually melting in a furnace, Okamoto's already hot and hard penis was melting in her hands. Her whispered words kept echoing in Okamoto's mind. "Being violated by a woman... being violated by a black leather glove... being violated... melting... being violated by a black glove..." The melting pleasure from his penis reached his internal organs and then spread throughout his body. This humiliating and upside-down situation made him experience the pleasure of being abused for the first time. "It's melting... my brain... my little brother... my body... is melting... being melted by the leather gloves..." 3 "Ah, ah, um, woo~!... Ah woo, no, don't... it's melting... woo!! Ugh!" "No, don't make such a loud noise." The black leather gloves blocked Okamoto's nose and mouth. The smell of leather and the unique female entered his nasal cavity. Every time he sought oxygen through the tiny gaps in the leather gloves, the "sweet poison gas" would spread into his nasal cavity and mouth. Then it filled his lungs, melted into his blood, and invaded every cell in his body. "The hands, feet, and penis invaded by the poison gas emitted pleasurable moans, gradually melting ." This feeling made Okamoto groan involuntarily. "Mmm~! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm~! (I'm melting. My body is melting!)" "Hehe, does it feel good? How is it? You're melting, aren't you?" "Mmm! Mmm, mmm mmm~! Mmm~~! (Ah, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... I'm going to melt~!)" "Hehe, melt away~!"

*Pfft, pfft... Glug, glug pfft pfft...* "Look. It's gotten so sticky now."

For ejaculation, this was far too much; the locker and the floor were covered in semen. As soon as the woman removed her hand from
his mouth , Okamoto cried out, as if his soul had dissipated along with the semen, and slowly
collapsed, kneeling on the ground.

"Ahhh... Haaaah... Haaaah... Haaaah..."

"I didn't know perverts were so interesting."

"Ha, ah, that's amazing... You, did you put something in your gloves? This is my first time doing this."

"Yes, it's something like perfume. Hehe, it's not over yet. I'll make you even
stickier."

"Eh? No, no... Please, please spare me."

"No. This is punishment for what you did, I have to melt you."

"Ah, no, no, ah, ah..."

The woman unbuttoned her coat, turned Okamoto around while he was still kneeling, hugged him, and wrapped him
in the coat filled with "poisonous gas." Okamoto was pressed tightly against the woman's body inside the coat, the woman's beautiful
breasts were wrapped in the light blue knitted fabric, Okamoto's face was buried in the other's cleavage, letting the pleasure of "about to melt"
spread throughout his body. The pleats of the pleated skirt rustled, stimulating his penis. Okamoto, already thoroughly violated,
ejaculated again in the blink of an eye. A black leather glove slipped beneath the man's shirt, caressing his back,
armpits, and nipples. Pleasure coursed through his skin as the woman touched him, until finally, those areas began to melt, as if unable to withstand the
overwhelming pleasure.

Okamoto

's body was being violated by the black leather glove. His body, touched by the woman's hands,
melted like ice cream.

"Being touched all over by a leather glove and gradually melting is the best punishment for a pervert, isn't it? Hehehe."

"Ahhh... I'm... I'm going to melt... I'm really going to melt..."

"That's right, wrapped in me, you really will melt away~"

The man's consciousness, invaded by the "poisonous gas," was also melting away with pleasure.

"Violated...by a woman, by a coat, a skirt, wrapped in gloves...violated...melting..."

"I'm...I'm going to cum...ah, ahh, I'm going to melt~ ooh..."

The woman pressed her leg against Okamoto's crotch. Just as he was about to begin his "final climax" from the stimulation
, the woman's phone rang.

"Ah, oh no, I forgot. Wait a moment."

Beep

, it was Kenichi calling. Kenichi was about to graduate, but Chiharu had asked him to help organize
the materials for today's planning meeting, which he hadn't finished yesterday. So they agreed
to hand it to , but Chiharu didn't show up at the agreed place, so he called.

"Yes...Kenichi-kun, I'm sorry...um...east exit...yes...thank you, I'll be right there."

Beep, Chiharu left Okamoto's body, straightening her slightly disheveled clothes.

"Sorry, there's no time left. I have to go."

"Hey, hey, it's over already? This was just the beginning~ I mean, how about we go somewhere else to enjoy ourselves
slowly ?"

"Eh? You're in that state, do you still want to? Hey, you can't be a pervert anymore, can you? Take a good
look at your hands."

"What?...Ah, ugh!! What, what is this? Ah~!!!"

"Well, goodbye."

The raised right hand fingers were like a burnt-out candle, leaving only a small lump, and the last remaining
finger melted before Okamoto's eyes, dripping to the ground. His groin gushed out like he was ejaculating,
and the arm he raised to plead for Chiharu's help was like mud, sticky and dripping down. Okamoto didn't even have
the strength , and with a splat, his buttocks landed on the "puddle" he had created. The man
shouted to Chiharu, who was walking away from him.

"Hey, hey, are you leaving? Just like that?... You, you have to help me. Please, please."

"Hmm~ Yeah, that's true, it's really pitiful."

"Right, right? That's right, things like this..."

"I know. I'll help you."

"Ah, that's great. Can you help me back to normal? Please, please help me quickly."

"Eh? No, I'm going to help you dissolve without leaving a trace, and then absorb it all."

"Eh? Wh-how could this be..."

"Look~ it's going to dissolve~"

Chiharu, facing Okamoto again, lifted the hem of her skirt high. Okamoto watched as the sticky fluid gushing from Chiharu's private parts
completely soaked her panties and stockings, even overflowing and dripping down. The soaked panties
became transparent, Chiharu's black crotch was close at hand, and the sticky fluid fell onto Okamoto's face. Realizing that the sticky smell clinging to
his cheeks and forehead was the source of the scent seeping into Chiharu's gloves, Okamoto's face
contorted in terror. No, perhaps it was an expression of pleasure, for then Chiharu's skirt covered the man's head, obscuring
his face. His limbs were mostly dissolved, and his upper body couldn't escape the skirt that enveloped him.
Okamoto could only succumb to pleasure, letting out moans.

"Ah, help, help... me... ah... ah, help me... ah, ah..."

"Hehehe, I'm not going to save you. Just give up and dissolve obediently."

Chiharu pressed the man's head, struggling within the skirt, against her sticky crotch. The folds of the skirt
swayed with Okamoto's desperate movements within the gray skirt, making gurgling sounds.

*Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle* "It's melting... Ahh, help... Help... Help... Melting...
Melting..."

*Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle* "Come on, melt away!"

"It's melting... Help... Ugh... Gurgle... Gurgle... Ugh..."

*Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle*

Finally, after her skirt, which had bulged from absorbing the man, returned to normal, Chiharu nonchalantly walked towards the exit
to find Kenichi at the agreed-upon place. A little while later, a couple carrying a large suitcase arrived at
the spot where Chiharu and Okamoto had just been and saw "that."

"Ugh, what is this? It's so dirty, did a drunk do this?"

"I say, let's use a locker from somewhere else."

"Ah, that's true."

A portion of Okamoto that couldn't be absorbed turned into a puddle of "vomit," splashing all over the locker door and surrounding area.
Surrounded. Clothes, shoes, watch, and cell phone were completely melted; the traces of the person who was here just minutes before
had vanished without a trace. But Chiharu didn't know. On the other side of the surveillance camera, a pair of eyes had been
watching Chiharu's "behavior."

Chapter 2 Cashmere Coat 1

Last Thursday, a friend I've known since my student days came to my company.

"Majima, take a look at this videotape. It's much more interesting than your porn DVDs."

"Office XXX Planning" is a porn DVD production and sales company that specializes in selling porn DVDs online.
The company isn't large, and it doesn't earn much. The DVD Tamura gave me was
recording footage from the security cameras at ○○ Station. He works for a company that contracted the security services for that building and brought this surveillance footage
out . There are many camera images in the building's disaster prevention management center's monitoring room. When he was switching between these images, he
accidentally saw a person's movement and discovered "that." Of course, saving it to a DVD and
taking it out without permission is against regulations, but it would be a shame to delete "that," so he brought it
to .

"It's really nice to squeeze her from behind while her mouth is stuffed."

"I didn't expect there to be a slut doing this kind of thing so early in the morning."

"Can I commercialize this here?" (A documentary of secretly filming a slut, something like that.)

Only the man and woman's waists and above were captured from their side. The image is a bit rough, but the splattered
semen is also recorded. After the man kneels down, he is obscured by the woman's back, so his
face is not visible, but the woman's twisting body posture is erotic enough. The spot where the man completely collapses is probably
in a blind spot of the camera; the woman's departing figure is recorded, but the man is gone. For a moment,
the woman captured from the front is a rather attractive beauty.

"Hmm, this is really good. But, it's a bit too short. Let's use an 'actress' later.
"

"Hehe, after that, the other cameras captured the woman walking towards the east exit of the station building
. I was on the night shift yesterday, so I was monitoring the east exit this morning. Then I spotted her immediately. She
was wearing the same coat as the day before yesterday, and black gloves. Ah, I want to be treated like that by her too. Later, I
followed her to her workplace. It's 5 minutes from the station, △○house·planning
(housing planning)."

"Is that so? If we keep following her, we might be able to film her. If we film her secretly, the footage might be rough, but
it would have a great atmosphere. Besides, this woman is beautiful. If we get along well, maybe she'll agree to 'act'
in it."

It's 5:15 PM on Monday now, 5 days since I watched Tamura's DVD. After that
, every day I stayed in
a van parked near the △○house·planning company with two staff members, monitoring the woman as she left the company and went home. We successfully tracked her to her home and learned
her name. Although we successfully recorded her coming and going to work, we hadn't captured the crucial "behavior."
Now, the figure in the light camel-colored long coat and black gloves, the one I'd gotten used to seeing these past few days, appeared outside the building again.

"President, she's out. Let's go."

Hirata
and Yamano, the photographer, lighting technician, art director, and actor (because it's a small company, they have to do everything), followed behind the woman, each carrying a bag containing a camera.

"Oh, thank you."

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"Last week she didn't go anywhere and went straight home. Today she didn't go to the station ticket gate." "

Having a date with a man. Looks like a student. Going to eat? Let's wait outside for now. Okay,
she's out."

"The movie theater? Let's go. The camera has night vision for night-time filming. We're sure we can capture something."

It was a poorly rated B-grade horror movie. There were very few spectators. Hirata and Yamano entered separately. The woman
sat next to the central aisle, while Hirata sat in a seat between the woman and the aisle. Yamano sat in
a seat facing the opposite direction, about three seats away. They filmed from both sides with their cameras.

Chiharu took her double-folded coat from her lap and covered Kenichi's knees.
The hem of the coat covered Kenichi's crotch and down to his knees. Chiharu reached her hand to the side and placed it on the coat, stimulating
Kenichi's groin. His body shuddered, and he reacted.

"Chiharu, no, not here with so many people."

"..."

Chiharu casually reached her gloved hand under the coat. Kenichi tried to stop Chiharu's hand
by grabbing her with both hands on the coat, but his back stiffened, his expression contorted, and he let out a groan.

"Hmm, uh, uh..."

"Hehe, I was just joking. It's okay, I won't melt you."

Chiharu's hand played with Kenichi's crotch under her coat, the coat covering his lower body writhing incessantly.
The movie was about to reach its climax. The scene of the protagonist's friend dying horribly under the fangs of a female vampire. The man was entangled
in the woman's black cloak, his neck injected with venom, melting away in a sticky mess, and finally being sucked dry.
The moment the man melted, Kenichi finally reached his limit, groaning "Ugh" as his whole body convulsed. For Hirata, who didn't particularly
like horror movies, this was a truly bizarre scene.

"That guy, he can actually climax while watching something so disgusting, won't he have psychological trauma?"

Hirata's worries were completely unnecessary. Kenichi, his underwear already a mess, went to the toilet. A minute or two later,
Chiharu also left her seat and walked out, leaving the theater before the movie ended.

"Huh? Even a B-grade horror movie shouldn't be left unfinished!"

Hirata and Yamano hurriedly chased after them, following the two as they emerged from the movie theater.

3 "Kenichi-kun. Don't turn around, listen to me. We're being followed. Someone's been following me

since last week ." "Huh? Do you know who it is?" "Hmm~ I encountered a pervert the other day." "Ah, how pitiful, what a disaster." "Right, perverts are so annoying." "No, no, I'm talking about that pervert. Because, he's probably dead by now." "Seriously! You're so mean. But," that "maybe they saw us..." "Then they're the police?"

"Probably not. That's why I want to catch those stalkers. Kenichi-kun, please help me out."

"So that's why you did that earlier?"

"Yeah, if I do something like that, they should come closer."

"I see. I was just wondering about that."

"But it's interesting. Kenichi-kun's patient way of enduring it. Hehe..."

The two walked towards the station and got off the train at the stop closest to Chiharu's house. Then they walked into the park on their way
home .

"Hmm? Can we get through? This park is pretty big."

Hirata and the others hid behind the bushes and gradually approached, only to see the two embracing in a blind spot
. They took the camera out of their bag, turned on the night vision mode, and started recording. A vivid image appeared
through the viewfinder: the woman was gagging the man from behind, playing with his penis, and the man was gently
twisting and struggling.

"Not bad~ Not bad at all. What a perverted woman."

"Hey, that man, he's really energetic. He's only been out of the movie theater for about 30 minutes. That's
impressive ."

"Ah, but, I'm a little envious."

In less than 5 minutes, he ejaculated. The amount of splattering was as large as urination, and Kenichi
collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"Wow... I want to be violated too... Hmm?!"

The woman reflected in the viewfinder looked up and stared at Hirata.

"I said, you can come out. Because I'm doing this for you. You can get closer to
film ."

"We've been found out!! We've been exposed! But, but is it okay? There's no way."

"Sorry. Actually, we found you at ○○ Station and wanted to recruit you."

Hirata and Yamano stood up from behind the bushes. After walking to Chiharu's side, Hirata
handed her a business card with the job title "Office · XXX Project Video Producer".

"Hmm~ Video producer... Well, video refers to AV, right?"

"Pretty much. Ah, if we can use these recordings, we'll pay you for your performance
."

"Is that so? But even if I don't agree, you'll still use them without permission, right?"

"No, how could you... Ah, excuse me, I need to take this call..."

Hirata's phone vibrated.

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beeps

"Ah, President, now... um, with her... that's right. Yes... okay, I'll let her listen."

Hirata handed the phone to Chiharu.

"It's our president. Can you talk to him directly?"

"Yeah, sure... Yes... um, a performance?... um... okay..."

"I understand. Then I'll go over there this Sunday.... Okay, I'll hang up now."

beep

"Okay. You guys rarely come over, won't you film a little more? I'm fine. But Kenichi-kun might not
be able to."

"I'll do it!!" "I, I'll do it!"

Hirata and Yamano were both full of enthusiasm and volunteered.

"Let's take turns then. Okay, you start. You are..."

"My name is Yamano!! Um, what kind of feeling should we use?"

"Let me think... Ah, right, how about being attacked by a female vampire like in that movie?"

"Eh? Should I bite you?"

"How about being wrapped in a cloak and melted? Let's use this coat instead of a cloak to melt you."

"Hmm? A cloak? A coat? Melt? This is a bit... We don't have enough costumes and props..."

"Let's do it this way. Mr. Yamano, go to the tree and stand facing that way."

"Ah, ah... Okay then..." "

Yano, let's treat this as a rehearsal and try it once."

Chiharu pointed to a spot 5 meters away, where Hirata, who was preparing the camera, was looking for a shooting position.

"Mr. Yamano. I'm going to attack you now~ You can resist a little."

Chiharu took off her coat, pulled out the belt, and held it open as she approached Yamano from behind. Then, with a whoosh, she wrapped
the coat Yamano's upper body. Before Yamano could raise his arm, Chiharu
bound , rendering him immobile. Chiharu's left hand pressed against Yamano's face, hidden by the coat, while her right hand reached
towards his groin. Yamano let out a strange cry.

"I'm going to violate you~ I'm going to melt you~ Hehehehe."

"Ugh, ah, ah... ahhhhhh... ugh... ugh... ugh..."

Chiharu's hand gently pressed against Yamano's face through the thick fabric, pressing him against the coat
lining . The woman's "hormones" seeped into Yamano's body with each breath, driving him wild. His sexual
center was stimulated, releasing pleasure substances. Then, the cells eroded by the "witch's hormones" produced even
more pleasure substances, until finally, the pleasure substances he produced burst open and dissolved as if about to spill out
.

"How does it feel to be violated by my coat?"

"Ee... good... very good... I'm... melting... ah... ahh... melting..."

"If you don't escape from inside quickly, you'll melt into a sticky puddle. Hehehehe."

"Ah... ahh... being... melted by the coat... good... good..."

"But it feels good, doesn't it, Mr. Yamano? Wrapped in a cashmere coat, violated, and then melting."

Chiharu

's hand stroked his penis, continuously spurting semen. Once, twice, three times, four times...
like milking a cow, the black leather gloves moved rhythmically, making a hissing sound, squeezing Yamano's body.
Yamano twisted his body, trying to escape, but his body had already begun to melt, and he didn't have the strength to shake off Chiharu.
The puddle of semen at his feet continued to expand.

"You can shoot a little more, I'll even let it melt."

"It feels so good, but I've reached my limit... I'm really... really melting..."

"Yeah, being wrapped in this coat really will make you melt."

"P-Put the coat... Please, put the coat... Ah... Ah... Please... save me... I'm melting... melting..."

"Hehehe, you can't escape now. I'll help you become sticky."

"No, no... Ah... Melt... Melt... Let me out... the coat..."

Hirata, the cameraman, was so engrossed that he forgot to blink. Yamano's cries were so realistic they didn't seem like acting, and
the amount of semen was unusually large. Hirata's hand holding the camera dropped, the lens pointing towards the ground. Unbeknownst to him...
Yamano's jeans were soaked through, and a large puddle had formed at his feet.

"No...no...it's...it's melting...help..."

"Hey, hey. Yamano, are you alright? What happened? Hey! You're not really melting..."

"That's right, Mr. Yamano is melting. The inside of his coat is all sticky."

"Help...help me...ah...melting...ooh...ooh...ooh..."

Yamano gradually slumped down at Chiharu's feet. Around Yamano, who was sitting down wearing his coat, the puddle was constantly
expanding , and at the same time, the coat covering his upper body was gradually shrinking.

"Hey! Yamano!!"

"..."

The cashmere coat, which had completely flattened out in Yamano's "puddle," was covered in mud and water.

"What's going on? Huh? Huh?... Hey... this, this is..."

"I told you from the beginning, didn't I? You'll melt away wrapped in this coat."

"But, but, this kind of thing... it's a lie, right..."

"Alright, it's time for your turn. It's Mr. Hirata's turn. Mr. Hirata, you'll melt away like this too~
Hehehe ."

Chiharu picked up the sticky, wet coat and spread it out in front of Hirata, the "mountain"
on it dripping onto the ground.

"Ugh, so dirty~ Ah. I shouldn't have done this outside."

"Eek..."

Hirata, backing away, vaguely heard the sound of footsteps on gravel coming from the direction of the park entrance.

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"Someone's coming! I-I have to go get help!"

Hirata desperately lifted his stiff legs and ran towards the park entrance.

"You can't escape. Just let yourself melt away!"

Swish. The coat spread out like a fishing net and attacked Hirata. However, because Hirata's legs were trembling so
violently, his coat only lightly brushed against his staggering body to the left, splashing muddy water
onto the ground with a "plop.

" "Ah~ yeah, really!"

"Eek~~!"

Hirata's legs moved more and more smoothly, accelerating towards the exit. He saw someone
under . When he turned around, he found that Chiharu had already run away with her back to him, perhaps noticing
that someone else was there. The thought of "being saved" made his legs disobey him, and he stumbled in
front of . The woman seemed to be frightened by the man's drastically changed expression and took a step back. Her image
flashed through Hirata's mind for a moment, but in his panic, Hirata couldn't care less. He
lay on panting, saying,

"Help... Haaaaah... Haaaaah..."

"What's wrong?"

"M-Murder... Over there, Yamano... was... killed... Quick, call the police..."

He couldn't find his phone in his pocket. Maybe it was left there with the camera and his bag.

"Should I call the police?"

"Ah, sorry. Please."

Beep, beep, beep, beep... Um... someone was killed in Central Park on ○○ Street... No, the person who saw it wasn't
me..."

"Yes, that's right... Okay... Please help me." Beep

"They should be here soon."

"Haaaah~ I'm saved."

"What happened?"

"Over there, Yamano... my colleague from work... was killed."

Hirata explained. He didn't mention "hiding," only that his colleague was attacked by a woman, and the way he died was strange
and gruesome. After he escaped here, the woman went in the opposite direction from the park.

"I never expected this to happen... but what I said is true! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Really? Such a thing..."

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"That wasn't human... that was... a monster... a witch... yes, it was a witch..."

"A witch...?"

"...The police probably won't believe me..."

"No, I believe you. Witches exist. Really... because..."

Hirata, having regained some composure, remained slumped on the ground, looking at the woman. Medium-length hair, an
intellectual and elegant expression, a loose black cashmere overcoat, black leather gloves, and boots. Her all-black attire
made one unconsciously want to describe her as "like a witch." The vague sense of déjà vu amplified his unease.
The woman's next words instantly turned his unease into fear.

"The one you saw was Chiharu, my sister. Chiharu is so cruel. She always
melts ."

Miyuki unbuttoned her coat, opened it, and approached Hirata, wrapping him inside. The coat blocked
the streetlights, and darkness spread. Miyuki's black velvet turtleneck sweater and dark gray cashmere skirt
were close at hand .

"It's better to melt slowly. It'll take at least 30 minutes."

Hirata's brain sent the "run away" command to his hands and feet. He jumped up like a spring, but he couldn't
escape Miyuki's grasp. Although he wanted to run away, the sweet scent of her perfume, different from Chiharu's,
numbed Hirata's brain and weakened his resistance.

"Huh? Why are you running away?"

"Ah... ah... ah..."

"Hey, do you want to be melted away too?"

"No... stop... help me..."

The coat and ruffled skirt wrapped around Hirata's lower body, the velvet feeling like a mucous membrane.
The pleasure of being wrapped in Miyuki's soft body and the coat made Hirata's groin hot and hard.

"Hehe, your 'down there' is quite honest. Okay, let me melt you. Actually, you really want
to be melted, don't you?"

"No...no...ah...ah..."

Miyuki's lips approached Hirata's neck, and after a light touch with her tongue, Hirata's body began to convulse.
The skin being gently licked began to melt little by little, and Miyuki's saliva seeped into his body. More potent than the venom of
any snake. Just one drop was enough to kill. The venom, flowing through his bloodstream, corroded
his body. His frenzied nerves only transmitted pleasure to his brain; his muscles and internal organs had already been digested by Miyuki's "saliva
." His knees lost their strength, and Hirata's body sank into the black coat. Miyuki
hugged the kneeling Hirata and wrapped him in the coat.

8

"Ee...ah...ahhh...I'm...melting...help...help..."

"Then let it melt away. Everyone who gets wrapped in me will eventually say, 'Please melt me away.'
You 'll definitely say that too. Hehehe."

The scene from the movie just now resurfaced in his mind. "The man being melted away by a female vampire's black cloak"
overlapped with his own image. It was a bizarre and disgusting scene, but now that impression aroused
his intense excitement, fueling Miyuki's "digestion" of Hirata.

"Being swallowed... by a witch... wrapped in a black cloak... melted... cloak..."

Hirata's face, buried in the black velvet chest, was contorted with fear and pleasure, his mouth repeatedly pleading for help
.

"Let... let me out... waaaaa... save me... save... save... the coat... take the coat... off..."

Every ten seconds, he would convulse and ejaculate inside Miyuki's coat, his body
melting . His underwear and pants became "sticky and wet," and the puddles around his feet grew larger and
larger. Then his hands, feet, and face began to melt, and his clothes lost their original shape, turning into "semen." Miyuki
's skirt and coat were soaked with "Hirata's semen," and the excess "semen" dripped down the hems of her skirt and
coat . The semen stuck to his black boots also dripped down in a sticky mess. Hirata went crazy with pleasure,
moaning and convulsing, his body and mind about to melt into a puddle.

Glug glug, pat, pat

"Melting...melting...ah...ah ah...melting...melting all of it...all...melting, melting..."

"Hehehe, it's become so sticky so quickly. It hasn't even been 20 minutes yet."

"Ah...woo...uh...glug..."

Glug glug, pat pat, dripping

Miyuki's hands, through her coat, held Hirata and stroked him repeatedly. With her black leather gloves and black cashmere coat, she kneaded
Hirata's body, causing it to gradually melt and crumble. Miyuki's puffy coat swayed gently, and "Hirata"
dripped from the hem, slowly shrinking.

*Gurgle, gurgle, patter, gurgle, drip, drip*

"Cough, so few people can last more than 30 minutes. I wanted to play with him a little longer."

"Who's crueler, sister or me? That guy went insane in the end. You're much crueler than me, sister, aren't you
?"

"Hmm? Chiharu, you always force men, forcibly melting them down. You're crueler." "

I agree with Miyuki-nee." "

Kenichi-kun!!! What's wrong with you? I know, then I'll slowly bully you tonight. Is that
okay ?!"

"Eh? I, I, tomorrow, I have an, I have an exam…"

Velvet dress 1

"Sorry, we're late. There was traffic."

"It's okay, it's all our fault for not preparing properly. We were delayed for a whole week, and you had to
come ."

Sunday afternoon at 6 PM, the Shiraishi sisters arrived at the office of ××× Planning. Because not only Chiharu
, but also her older sister Miyuki "wanted to give it a try," they were brought along. Mano was very pleased to see the beautiful sisters, just as he
had hoped . Miyuki wore a black coat, a white sweater, and a fur-lined
leather skirt. Chiharu, having attended a senior colleague's wedding that afternoon, wore a light camel coat over a black velvet
dress, with a matching shawl, and black satin gloves, looking elegant and radiant.

"What happened to Mr. Hirata and Mr. Yamano is so heartbreaking. It happened shortly after we met, right
?"

"Ah, it happened when they returned to ○○ Station and were about to transfer to JR (Japanese National Railways)
. Yamano was trying to save Hirata, who had fallen into the tracks, but even Yamano..."

"That's so pitiful..."

"I want to use footage from that day, which was left on their personal camera. It's like
their last work... Is that alright? But I'll add some editing. Ah, of course, I'll pay the performance fee.
Ah, is this Ms. Miyuki?"

"I'm Miyuki. I'm sorry to force you to use me."

"Not at all. Beautiful sisters like you really inspire my creative desires."

"I have a scene I'd like to try. Can we join the discussion next time?"

"Of course. Let's create an interesting project together."

"By the way, can you participate in the filming today? I'd like to lengthen the 'voyeuristic filming of a perverted woman' a
little ."

Mano, who specializes in the "Humiliation of Young Ladies" series, was already
eager to try it out . Originally, he only planned to "sign a contract" and "discuss the filming plan," but after seeing her outfit,
he started thinking about whether he could use it to film something.

"Hmm, sure. How should I do it?"

"Hmm~~ I want to continue using the voyeuristic recording setting... By the way, how about this...

First, one of our staff members who is following you will greet you and invite you on the street.

Then another staff member will follow behind and film the two of you going to the hotel.

Hey~ Kondo, Mizutani, who of you will do it?"

"Eh? Can we do it?"

The two people who were working on editing in the agency called out expectantly.

"I have other things to do today. Kondo, you guys have to film well.

After entering the hotel, the woman poured the drink into a glass and put the medicine in it.

Ah, Kondo, prepare some powdered medicine like Dragon Powder or Big Stomach Powder.

After the man drank it, he gradually became sleepy and collapsed.

Then the woman stripped him naked and laid him on the bed, the man with his hands tied..."

2

Kondo was lying naked on the bed pretending to be asleep. Chiharu, wearing a coat, straddled Kondo's chest, pulled out the coat's
belt, and tied the man's hands. The camera on the table next to them was filming the two on the bed. Mizutani and Miyuki, who were filming Chiharu and the others from
behind , also entered the hotel and entered the room under the pretext of assisting with the filming.
Mizutani carefully avoided entering the camera's view while filming from other angles,
feeling very annoyed, "Why didn't I choose rock in the rock-paper-scissors game?" At the same time, Kondo's penis
was already trembling as it was gently stroked by the other woman's skirt.

"Ugh, uh, I'm going to cum..."

"Oh? You woke up so quickly? The drug didn't work at all."

"Of course it's useless, because it's ○ Tian Wei San. Mmm... Your coat is so smooth and comfortable~"

"Huh? Is it okay to say this? Aren't we supposed to record it?"

"With subtitles and background music, it'll create a better atmosphere. So we
can say whatever we want."

"What~ I even thought of some lines."

"How are we going to violate you today? Don't we have to take your clothes off?"

Kondo had never thought of himself as having masochistic tendencies. But being looked down at by Chiharu riding on top of him, the
thought of being "abused and bullied" suddenly brought his excitement to its peak.

"Hmm, I like doing it while dressed. I want to wrap men up inside me and devour them."

"Eh, that's quite a unique hobby. Shall we use gloves or a coat like before?"

"Today, I'll violate you with this dress. Once you're wrapped in velvet, Mr. Kondo, you'll
melt away~"

"That's wonderful. If I can be melted by you, I'll do it willingly."

"Then I'm going to melt you. I'll make you sticky inside me and slowly violate you. Hehe."

Chiharu's coat covered Kondo's body, all the way up to his crotch, as well as his abdomen, chest,
shoulders, and neck, all encased in the skirt of the heavily pleated dress. Now it
already like he was being devoured by Chiharu.

"I have this feeling... like you're going to eat me."

"Really? Then I'll eat you."

"Hey, you know, starfish spit out their stomachs when they eat shellfish, it's
kind of unsettling."

"Huh? Why bring up starfish at a time like this?"

"I saw it on TV a couple of days ago. They wrap their stomachs around their prey, dissolve it,
and then eat it. Now that you're wrapped up like this, I feel like a shellfish being preyed upon by a starfish."

"Ugh~ You mean I'm like a starfish? Seriously!! I really will eat you!"

*Pfft!*

Chiharu spun 180 degrees around Kondo's chest, swallowing his head and tucking it into her skirt, then covering it with her
coat. The weight of the skirt and coat made the fabric cling to his face, and Kondo, suffocating,
shook trying to breathe. The air he desperately inhaled was thick with Chiharu's body odor.

"Ah...uh...I'm going to cum...I'm going to...cum..."

"Hehe, not yet. You have to wait until you become even stickier."

The black satin gloves played with Kondo's crotch. The silky feel of the satin enveloped his scrotum, glans, and shaft. He
immediately reached his limit, but the base was gripped tightly, and the outlet was blocked, causing the semen to flow back. It felt like
magma was accumulating in his lower abdomen and bladder.

Velvet Dress 3

"Ah...ah ah...ee~ um...already...ah..."

"Feels good, doesn't it? Want to be melted?"

"Waaah~ good...can...can you eat me...melt...ah...melt...melt me..."

"Ugh, ugh...I'm...I'm going to melt~..."

"Then so be it, I'll melt you. Look~I've already melted~hehehe"

Plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop

"Ya~~~ um...woo, woo um...ee...ee...ee..."

Semen gushed out like a fountain. A large amount of semen, 10 times more than usual, shot upwards
to a height of 50-60 cm, then dripped down around with a pattering sound.

"Haaah~~~ That's amazing, I thought my body was going to melt."

"It's not over yet. Let me feel good first."

Chiharu changed direction again, stood up, stepped over Kondo, and sat down again, covering
Kondo . The penis inside the skirt didn't soften, but remained erect as it was swallowed by Chiharu's vagina.
Chiharu's hot mucous membranes burned the sensitive penis that had just ejaculated, and Kondo let out a moan.

Sizzle, gurgle, gurgle

"Ugh, wait, wait a minute... ee... ah..."

"No~ I won't wait. Let me feel it already."

Chiharu was still straddling him, but Kondo tried to lift his upper body, and Chiharu, as if waiting for her prey to walk into her
trap , opened her coat. Snap, two soft rustling sounds, and she pulled Kondo inside, holding him in her arms.

"How is it? Feeling like you're melting? You're about to be violated by this velvet dress, melting away."

"Wait, wait... I... ah... my body... is... melting away... ee... ee..."

"I won't let you out until I'm satisfied. Hehe, if you don't hurry, you'll melt away~"

Kondo was being violated by the velvet dress inside Chiharu's coat. The velvet touch
on , like Chiharu's mucous membranes, was filled with pleasure, burning Kondo's body.
His face, buried in Chiharu's chest, was contorted with pleasure from the burning sensation spreading throughout his body. He was
being relentlessly drained by Chiharu , and after less than five minutes, he cried out,

"Ah... I... I can't take it anymore... Mizutani... please... change me..."

"Oh, finally it's my turn. I've been waiting impatiently."

"Oh dear, that won't do. I haven't finished yet. Mr. Mizutani, please wait a little longer."

"I... I can't... I've reached my limit... My body... feels too good, it's melting..."

"But Mr. Kondo, didn't you want to be melted? The velvet will melt Mr. Kondo's body
~"

"I can't... I'm really melting."

"Right, let's wrap Mr. Kondo up a little more tightly." After

Chiharu finished speaking, she put the black stockings that were placed next to the bed over Kondo's head and rolled
them up . The long, thin velvet stockings, about 150cm x 60cm, wrapped around Kondo's face two or three times. Chiharu
held Kondo's head and wrapped it in her coat again.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... (My face... is melting... is being melted by velvet...)"

"How is it? Didn't you say it felt like being stuffed into a starfish's stomach? I'm going to eat you up~ I'm going to
melt you down~"

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... (Help... Help me...)"

4

Kondo groaned indistinctly inside Chiharu, twisting and struggling. Mizutani, seeing this, asked,

"Kondo, what's wrong? Hurry up and let me take over."

"Don't rush. I'll melt Mizutani-san down too, just bear with it a little longer."

Mizutani tried to get closer to the bed, but Miyuki held his shoulder down.

"You'll get caught on camera. The climax is coming up, don't disturb them."

"Ah, ah... but Kondo's acting is so 'realistic.' That moaning sound,
it's

Mr. Mizutani want to be melted by Chiharu too?"

"Ah. But, it would be terrible if I really were melted. But it feels kind of good though."

"Can I do it?"

"Eh? Ah, of course I want to be melted by Miyuki-san too."

"Really? Then I'll melt Mr. Mizutani, okay?"

"Eh? Is that okay? Hmm~ I'm so excited~"

"You can do it now. Hey, Chiharu, can I melt Mr. Mizutani?"

"Then I'll play with Mr. Kondo a little longer. Sister, I'm counting on you for Mr. Mizutani."

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... (Don't melt me... please... save... save me)"

"Mr. Mizutani, can I use that sofa over there?"

"Okay. Wait a moment, I'll go get the camera ready."

Listening to Kondo's groans, and thinking about how he also wanted to be treated "like" by Miyuki,
Mizutani hurriedly prepared the camera tripod and set the angle. Mizutani had never
considered , but today he felt he finally understood that "joy."

"Do you want to be tied up like Mr. Kondo?"

"Mmm, mmm."

"Ugh...to be bound, blindfolded, used as a toy, to have my ass violated..."

Mizutani shook his neck up and down, almost making a cracking sound from the force, while simultaneously
stripping off and kneeling naked in front of Miyuki. His penis was already erect.

"But ordinary bondage isn't very interesting... what should we do... right... how about you put this on?"

Miyuki took off her coat and put it on Mizutani upside down. She reached into the sleeves,
fastened the back, placed his arms at his sides, and tied them around his elbows with the coat's belt. The long
black coat reached all the way to his knees, making Mizutani look like he was wearing a large apron. Miyuki had him
sit on the sofa. The cool touch of the fabric enveloped his entire body. The scent wafting from the coat's collar was a mixture of perfume
and Miyuki's body odor. His already erect penis was stimulated by the coat covering it, and
Mizutani was almost about to ejaculate.

"Eek! So, so comfortable!"

"Why does it feel so good just from being dressed in a coat? I'm already about to cum..."

"Right? I put a lot of special 'medicine' in that coat. If you're
wrapped up , you might melt away from the comfort in an hour."

"Mmm... This medicine is amazing. But, if I could melt away like this, that would be
nice "

"This is what you mean by the pleasure of your body melting. This is the first time I've ever experienced it."

5

The soft cashmere felt by his hands, which were bound on both sides of his body and unable to move freely, reminded him of
a woman's crotch covered in down. The smooth fabric felt on his chest, abdomen, and back reminded
him of a woman's skin. Whenever Mizutani moved his body, he felt as if his whole body was being caressed by the coat,
a feeling that brought his excitement to a critical point.

"Oh...so good~...No...no...ah...ah...I'm really melting. I'm going to...I'm going to cum."

"No, you can't. I'll punish you if you get your coat dirty."

"Why...punishment..."

"Okay, punishment. Please. Please punish me."

Just a light touch from Miyuki, and his penis trembled and slowly
oozed "liquid.

" "No, no...I'm going to...come out...I'm going to...cum..."

"You can't hold back anymore? Then do you want to be punished?"

"Ee...ee...uh...uh...(Punish me now~~)"

As soon as Miyuki grasped his penis, it burst out with a splattering sound. Mizutani collapsed onto the sofa,
trembling and convulsing as he ejaculated. The one or two seconds of "ejaculation" felt
like After ejaculating, Mizutani just slid down and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Haaah~~ I came. I got your coat dirty. Sorry."

"Honestly! You never even thought about holding back, did you?"

"So, how are you going to punish me?"

"I'm not taking that coat off. You can just keep wearing it. Just let it melt away."

"Ah~ I'm going to cum again~ Please take it off for me~ (So good~ Let me melt away~)"

"That's right~ If you don't take the coat off quickly, something terrible will happen."

Miyuki wrapped Mizutani's penis and testicles in the coat and kneaded them back and forth. Mizutani's penis didn't soften;
it remained erect and quickly "loaded for the next round."

"Ugh... I might be squeezed dry until I'm just skin and bones..."

"Oh? You won't leave any skin or bones. Even the bones will melt into a sticky mess,
not a single hair will be left."

"Th-that's fine too! Melt...melt...melt me away~"

"Hehe, that can't be considered punishment. It should be a reward."

Mizutani felt that whenever Miyuki's hands kneaded his penis like clay, the intense
pleasure from his penis would melt his body, turning into semen that gathered in his lower abdomen.

"Come on, this is your punishment for soiling your coat. You will be violated while wrapped in your coat.
Violated inside your coat, melted away. You will melt away without a trace, turning into semen."

"Ah...melt...melt...melt...ahhh..."

"Come on, be melted away by your coat!"

As if obeying Miyuki's "command," a large amount of semen flowed from his penis. The coat
was covered in "semen," becoming sticky and wet. Every time Miyuki touched it, Mizutani's penis would ejaculate,
repeating the process over and over.

"Eee, ee~~! It's...it's going to melt...ahhh~~"

"Come on~, melt it quickly~ It'll become sticky~hehehehe"

Just then, Kondo's unusually loud scream jolted Mizutani awake.

"Ughhhhhh... Ughhhhh... Ughhhhhh... Ughhhhh... Ughhhhh... Ughhhhhh..." "

Eh? W-What's wrong? Is Kondo alright?... Hey, hey..."

6

"Kondo-san, have you reached your limit? It seems like you can't take it anymore. Look..."

Following Chiharu's voice, Mizutani looked towards the bed. Chiharu slowly opened her coat, revealing Kondo's
upper body. Kondo's arms, which were wrapped around Chiharu's body, were about to melt away. Like
the butter they were soft and shapeless, most of them liquefied and seeped into Chiharu's clothes. Although his back
still retained its original shape, his abdomen, which was being burned by the "pleasure" of the velvet, had melted into a sticky puddle, and
the black velvet covering the lower half of the two of them looked like it was covered with "whipped cream". Inside the skirt,
Kondo's lower body was rubbed raw by Chiharu's buttocks, making eerie gurgling and squelching
sounds as it was being absorbed in a sticky mess. His head, encased in velvet stockings, twisted into a bizarre shape,
accompanied screams that eventually faded into silence.

"Eh?...What happened?...Kon-Kondo...Hey...Eh?...Eh?......"

"Just as you see. Mr. Kondo, you've become completely sticky."

Chiharu wrapped Kondo in her coat again. The head, encased in stockings and exposed on Chiharu's chest, along with
the coat covering his torso, shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon.

"Melted?...Wh...what?...Eh?...Why...why?... "

"Didn't I say it from the beginning? That it would melt?"

"But, melting...you're kidding...how could a human melt like that..."

"I'm not kidding you. The special medicine in this coat is actually our bodily fluids. Chiharu's
coat and dress are too."

"Eh...Eh?...What?... "

"It should be something like hormones, right? It feels so good, like you're melting, right?"

"But, but, it really did melt..."

"Not only that. It also contains a lot of yeast, like saliva and gastric juice. And it's very
potent."

"What, what does that mean?"

"It means I'll digest you. Mr. Mizutani will also melt away like that, wrapped in the coat."

"Ee... Ee-ee... Ugh... Help... Help... Help me..."

Mizutani's arms were tied to his sides, the belt binding his elbows just below, but driven by
fear managed to force his arms free. Thinking, "I have to get this coat off as soon as possible," Mizutani
reached down to his back, trying to unbutton it. The bottom button came off. The second one came off, and he continued fumbling for
more. But the buttons were also filled with Miyuki's "digestive fluids," and with all this stroking, his fingers and hands were being
"digested" by the coat. His fingers, touching the buttons, went limp and twisted to one side. The more he tried to unbutton them, the more deformed
his fingers became, and soon several sticky white lines appeared on his black coat.

"Hey, feels good, right? Feels like you're melting, doesn't it? Hehe, you can melt~"

"Help... take off the coat... ee... take it off... please... ah... ah... hurry... take off the coat..."

7

Finally, the third button was undone, leaving only the button behind the neck. Miyuki stood up,
looking down at Mizutani, not stopping his frantic "work."

"Oh dear~? Mr. Mizutani, didn't you just say you wanted to be melted?"

"N-no... I didn't expect... I really would melt... please... help me... help, help me take it off!"

"Is that so? But look here. Didn't you still want to be melted? It's gotten so hard."

"Help... help... help me!... Don't melt me!... Please... help me..."

The penis twitched and trembled under the stimulation of Miyuki's fingernails. To avoid Miyuki's feet, Mizutani
reached his hand that was groping behind the neck back to the front, and grabbed her ankle with his hands, which had become fewer and fewer fingers. As he bent
forward, Mizutani's face accidentally brushed against Miyuki's crotch, which was covered by a fur-lined leather skirt. Mizutani hurriedly
pulled back, but Miyuki grabbed his head and rubbed his face against the skirt. The soft, fur-lined leather, with its
mucous membrane-like texture, enveloped and caressed Mizutani's face. The smell of leather mixed with Miyuki's body odor filled his nostrils,
a scent that drove Mizutani's senses wild.

"Ugh! Ah...ah..."

"It's melting...my face...it's melting...melting from the skirt...the skirt...ah...ah..."

Mizutani released his grip on her ankle and placed his hands on Miyuki's waist, trying to separate their
bodies , but his half-melted arms were powerless to resist; he could only hold her like this.

"Ah...ahh...I'm...I'm melting...melting..."

"See, you still really want to be melted, huh? Hehehe."

"Help...help me...no...no...ah...ahh..."

Miyuki's "witch's hormones" melted Mizutani's
body . His brain, internal organs, and even bones melted in intense pleasure, and his penis
gushed out intermittently like a fountain every 10 seconds. The viscous fluid gushing from between Miyuki's thighs seeped onto the outside of her skirt, melting
Mizutani's face, nose, and lips, while his "stomach" coat melted his arms, torso, and legs.

"No...help...uh...melt...don't...take...off...the...coat...down...uh..."

"Feels good, doesn't it? Melt completely~"

"Uh...uh...melt...melt...help...help me...uh...uh...uh...uh..."

"Being violated by the coat...by the skirt...ahh...I'm melting...my face...my little brother...melting..."

As Miyuki squeezed his crotch, the melted, sticky head of Mizutani fell
onto the floor with a pattering sound as it rubbed against Miyuki's crotch. The black coat covering his body also writhed and gurgled, contracting as the puddle around it expanded. The coat, gradually losing its support, fell with a "plop" onto the expanding puddle of "semen"
at Miyuki's feet . "Phew. Chiharu, what about the aftermath? And who's left besides the president?" "There should be one more staff member. Also, we need to find out where we got the CCTV footage from the station building." "Speaking of which, it's a bit tricky that two more people were involved in an accident." "Yeah, that's true. What should we do..." Final Chapter: Silk Dress 1 "Hello, this is ××× Planning." "This is Tamura. Is Mano there?"

"Ah, Mr. Tamura. Hello, this is Ochiai. I'll transfer you to the president shortly, please wait a moment."

~Click

"Hello, Tamura? What's up?"

"Ah, I have something I'd like to ask you."

Since that day, Tamura had been frequently checking the security cameras on the lockers at the east exit.
He had even asked Mano for a sample of the edited work that had filmed Chiharu, but he
could never forget the shock of seeing the "image" directly on the scene. On the morning after finishing his night shift, as he
switched the camera's image as usual, a familiar woman in a coat came into view.

"Ah, Chiharu... she's looking this way!... Eh?... She smiled?... Wh... what?... "

In a flash. Chiharu's figure on the monitor immediately disappeared, and even switching to a nearby
camera , he couldn't confirm it on the screen.

"I want to see Chiharu. I want to be treated like that by her. If that's not possible, then at least let me see it in person
once ."

Unable to suppress the desire welling up in his chest, Tamura called Mano.

"I see. It's alright, I was just thinking of asking you for help. Hirata and Yamano ran into that kind of thing.
And then Mizutani and Kondo, after last week's photoshoot, they were like their life force had been drained, they were completely drained...
They could barely work, but they couldn't. So, I was thinking of asking you for help too."

"Really? Okay~ I'll do anything."

"Yeah, please. So, are you free this Saturday? I want to take a picture of Miyuki-san."

"Ah, she's her older sister..."

"No, she's amazing too. 28 years old. A mature woman. Chiharu-san will be there too."

"I know. Saturday the 18th. What time should I go to the studio?"

"I'd like you to help set up the background, is 9 o'clock okay?"

"I'll definitely go." "

Tamura, I'm really grateful to you. Those two sisters are truly rare beauties. I
've already , I'll ask you to act next time."

"Really! I'm so looking forward to it..."

Saturday

. Miyuki and Chiharu arrived at the photo studio that the ××× project often rented. After Miyuki
sent the proposal via email, she received Mano's approval and was contacted to urge them to start filming as soon as possible. Miyuki
's proposal was "Humiliating the Groom." Originally, the main products of the ××× project were the "Humiliating the Bride"
series and "Humiliating the Young Lady" series, but because they had recently filmed some works featuring perverted women, they also wanted to try
this one.

"Humiliating the Groom"...I swear to be your slave for life...

The wedding ceremony is about to begin, but the bride discovers that the groom is having an affair. Enraged, the bride, still in her wedding dress,
rapes the groom. In the preparation room, he is violated by the bride in her wedding dress. He is forced to lick her genitals, ejaculate repeatedly, is
straddled and suffocated, etc. After being humiliated and drained, the groom, now tattered and broken, is led to the church like a dog,
where he swears before God to be the bride's slave for life.

Miyuki contacted them saying she wanted to act in this. The wedding dress she brought was one she had actually worn. She had
been married a year prior, but later discovered her husband had a relationship before the wedding, which ended just before the ceremony
. Three months into the marriage, her husband "died unexpectedly." Of course, he actually died in
bed, melted away by Miyuki's cloak, but now Miyuki deeply regretted it.
If only she had melted him away while wearing her wedding dress!

The wedding dress was a simple, pure white design, revealing a large expanse of her back. Thick silk satin draped naturally in soft pleats. A veil covered her head. White silk gloves reached her elbows. She tapped the back of her kneeling groom
with the bouquet in her hand . "That guy and I are over. Please. Don't break off the engagement now. Please don't be angry anymore." "Is that so? Can you swear you'll never cheat again?" "I swear! I absolutely won't do it again." "Then, as proof, you have to kiss me." "Ah, of course!!" Ochiai was about to stand up. "No, wait. It's here. Let me see proof of your love for me." After saying that, Miyuki slightly lifted the hem of her wedding dress and stretched her toes forward. Ochiai respectfully lifted her feet in front of his face and kissed them. Miyuki continued to slowly lift the hem of her dress, and Ochiai's lips and tongue gradually climbed upwards as , finally reaching his crotch, and he kissed her fiercely through her underwear. Smack smack, hum , smack... 3 "Although we acted out the script today, next time it's my turn to humiliate you to my heart's content. Hehehe." Ochiai was usually an expert in "humiliation". So, without him realizing it, he forcefully stripped off her corset, underwear, and stockings. Just as he was about to bite Miyuki's genitals, a voice came from above . "Now let me see if you're worthy to be my husband. Take your clothes off too. Take them all off." "Y-yes. (I feel like I'm being led by the nose...)" Ochiai knelt naked on the ground, and Miyuki used her toes to spread his knees and probed between his thighs. Before his eyes, the dark bush revealed by the high-curled wedding dress was gradually approaching. Ochiai's penis involuntarily rose, as if seduced by Miyuki's feet, pressing against it. "Listen carefully? You have to stay inside me for 10 minutes. If you can hold back without ejaculating, I'll marry you." "Eh?" *Plop*, the silk of the wedding dress enveloped Ochiai. The space enclosed by the wedding dress was filled with Miyuki's scent. "W-what? What's going on? This smell. Ah... I'm so dizzy..." "My hormones are really strong, you know~ You might not be able to last 10 minutes, so I'll just say 5 minutes. You have to be patient." Miyuki's hormone levels suddenly exceeded the "danger level" in the wedding dress. "Feels good, right? How about it? Are you going to cum?" "Ugh...so...so good...my...my body is melting..." "My nose...my nasal mucosa is melting...my throat...my trachea...my lungs...are melting...my body...is melting ..." As if resisting this almost melting sensation, Ochiai's body stiffened. Wrapped in a silk wedding dress,

Miyuki's feet were still wrapped around his crotch. In this state, even the slightest movement would make it impossible for him to resist the caresses of
the silk and the stimulation of his penis.

"Oh dear, what's wrong? Why are you so stiff? Hehe, then let me melt you?"

"I'm...I'm going to cum...No...No...Don't move...Ah...So...So good..."

"It hasn't even been 3 minutes yet. You're going to cum so soon? Hehe, are you going to cum? Hey, are you going to cum?"

"No...No...No...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...Ah...Melting...I'm going to...I'm going to melt...Ah...Ah..."

Miyuki's hands pressed against Ochiai's back on the wedding dress, while her feet pressed hard against Ochiai's crotch.

With a forceful press, *plop plop plop plop*, he pressed harder, *plop plop*, harder, *plop plop plop *

. "Ah...ee...ya...uh...woo, ee...uh...no...no ahhhhhhh!!"

Ochiai let out a scream like a girl, as a large amount of semen was extracted.

4

"Oh dear~ what a pity. You're not up to par."

Weak and powerless in the wedding dress, Ochiai clung to Miyuki's legs. He was completely out of energy
for acting. His unbearable frustration made him overlap with the "role" of a man begging Miyuki for forgiveness
. "Please, give me another chance," he pleaded.

"Let me try again. Please. No, no, Ms. Miyuki, please. Just one more time."

"Then I'll let you try one more time... By the way, if you pass, I'll allow you to be my slave
for life ."

"Slave or anything. Please don't abandon me! I'll definitely endure this time."

"This time you don't have to endure. It doesn't matter how much you ejaculate."

"Eh?"

"10 minutes, as long as you can safely spend 10 minutes inside me. Want to try the challenge?"

"Safely spend?"

"My fluid can dissolve anything. You'll be dissolved even inside the wedding dress."

"Hmm?... Ah, ah, then I'll stick to it for you, whether it's 10 minutes or 20 minutes.
(Eh? Is this a horror/grotesque work?)"

"Is that okay~? Didn't you just say you were going to 'dissolve'? If you fail, you really will dissolve
. Is that really okay?"

"Ah. I won't let that happen. No problem. So let me try one more time. (Hmm~ This
seems to turning into a strange story...)"

"Okay. Hehe, are you really sure it's okay?"

Miyuki grabbed Ochiai's head through his wedding dress and pressed his face against her crotch. The honey
flowing instantly soaked Ochiai's face, running down his mouth and nose. Ochiai was forced to drink a lot of
Miyuki's "honey," and began to feel intoxicated and dizzy.

"Mmm!! Mmm...gurgle...mmm...mmm...gurgle..."

"How is it? You're going to melt, right? Hehe, you can melt away~"

"I'm going to...melt away...ah...ahhh...(W-What's going on? My body feels like it's going to melt. Maybe
it really will melt away...)"

"Come on~, melt away~...let me melt you away~...get all sticky~..."

"Ah...ah...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...melt...I'm going to...melt away...ahhh, I'm melting away..."

As soon as Miyuki said "melt away," Ochiai's penis would ejaculate "semen." Two times, three times, four
times, the unstoppable ejaculation continued. Whenever Ochiai hugged Miyuki's legs and twisted his body, the silky
touch would caress Ochiai's back and arms. Wrapped in the "pleasure" of the wedding dress, Ochiai gradually slumped down
, his feet becoming softer and softer, and his body sank deeper into her.

"Huh? The floor's softened?"

5

The scene of "the man struggling inside the wedding dress" left Tamura bewildered. The scene
wasn't "erotic" at all. There wasn't even a woman's naked body, let alone any genitalia. While the man's
writhing within the dress certainly aroused his "special fetish," it couldn't explain his rock-hard erection
.

"Why? Chiharu's video was like that too. It wasn't such a stimulating image, but..."

He'd watched Chiharu's videos several times a day for the past week or two. The images alone had already
captivated . And now, what was before him was a "live" video. He could almost smell Miyuki's scent
. No, it was actually Chiharu's fragrance. Now, Chiharu, wearing a black velvet dress and black leather
boots, stood beside him, holding the beige coat Tamura was used to seeing in the videos. Just as Tamura felt Chiharu
's perfume scent growing stronger, he heard her whisper in his ear.

"Hey, is there anything you need help with now? I have something I want to talk to you about outside..."

"Eh? Hmm, hmm. Okay. (What is it? Is it because she's been watching them and wants to do it too? Maybe
this is an opportunity...)"

"It would be best if we could go somewhere where no one else is around... I remember there's an equipment storage room behind the studio..."

Although it was a bit of a shame to leave, the opportunity to be alone with Chiharu was rare, so Tamura nodded
slightly and quietly followed Chiharu out of the studio. It was a small storage room for small equipment. Once
inside and the door was closed, the space, which was about the size of three tatami mats, felt even more cramped. Chiharu and he were facing
each other, only about 50 or 60 centimeters apart, and Tamura desperately resisted the urge to hug Chiharu.

"Mr. Tamura. You brought the video footage from the locker, didn't you?"

"Ah, ah. I saw it by chance. Because, I work there."

"Does anyone else in the security company know about this?"

"No, only me. Because taking it out without permission is against the rules."

"I see… So, what happened to that man in the end? Didn't you see?"

"Yeah. That wasn't filmed. Was he drained and collapsed?"

"He melted. He said it felt so good inside me, he was melting as he talked."

"Melted? What happened?"

"Want to try it? Mr. Tamura, do you want to be melted too?"

"Eh? Hmm, yeah. But being melted is a bit… (Great! She's definitely a real pervert.)"

Chiharu unfolded the coat she was holding in front of Tamura. In the dim warehouse, the fabric of the coat shone with
a bewitching luster.

"I'll let you melt away wrapped in this coat, just like Mr. Yamano."

"A coat? Ah, that scene in the park? (Hmm~ It does look very comfortable...)"

"It's very comfortable, almost like I'm melting. Mr. Tamura will melt into a sticky puddle too."

"Really? (Melting? How could that be?)"

"It'll become sticky in a few minutes."

"That's nice. Make me sticky too. But it would be terrible if it really melted."

"Okay~. Look~ it's melting~."

"Ah, ugh!"

6

Swish, whoosh,

the coat covering his head was filled with Chiharu's scent. Tamura, who had inhaled the scent, felt weak all over and knelt
down to hug Chiharu.

"This, this scent... it's melting... (Why? It's just a coat, why is it
so comfortable?)"

"Hehe, let me make you even more comfortable. Take off your pants and sit down." "

Eh? Ah, ahh."

Tamura took off his pants and underwear with the coat on his head and knelt on the ground. His penis stood erect,
ready to erupt. Chiharu straddled Tamura's knees and sat down. Like
a predator eyeing its prey, Chiharu's groin began to secrete copious amounts of fluid. Tamura's penis was swallowed by Chiharu's vagina,
making gurgling, squelching, squelching sounds. His upper body and penis, enveloped by the cashmere coat and Chiharu's vagina,
felt pleasure. He felt as if he was being swallowed whole by Chiharu's vagina, his entire body transforming into
a penis, becoming hot and hard like an erection. With just a little more stimulation, he would undoubtedly
ejaculate.

"Ahhh! Wow, this is amazing... This is the first time I've ever felt like this..."

"How is it? Does it feel good? Being wrapped in this coat, being violated, I'm melting and becoming all sticky."

"Wait, wait... Don't move... I'm... I'm going to cum... I'm going to... I'm going to melt... Ugh... Ugh..."

"You don't have to hold back. Just cum if you want to. Melt if you want to~"

Chiharu hugged Tamura's head, which was wrapped in the coat, and buried it in her chest,
moving her hips as if she wanted to grind his penis to pieces. Tamura's whole body was boiling with pleasure.
It felt as if his internal organs, bones, and skin were liquefying into semen and rushing towards his penis, and he immediately convulsed and began to ejaculate.

"Eeehhh!! I'm...I'm...I'm melting!!...I'm...I'm...Eeehhh...Ugh...melting...
melting..."

"Haaahhh...Ugh...Haaah...Hoo..."

"How about that? Now you know what's going on with that person in the locker, right?"

"Ah, ahhh...It really feels like I'm melting...I thought my body was really going to melt..."

"Hehehe, it's not over yet~ I'll help you become even stickier."

Chiharu started moving her hips again, and Tamura's penis, which was still inside her vagina, didn't soften and began to be
squeezed . The painful pleasure coming from his sensitive penis after ejaculation tormented Tamura. He wrapped his hands around
Chiharu's back and hugged her tightly. The velvet dress he touched also turned into a mucous membrane,
injecting pleasure into Tamura's palms. Tamura's skin, which was in contact with Chiharu's mucous membrane, coat, and dress, emitted a "pleasure
cry " and gradually melted. A torrent of pleasure flowed from his entire body to Tamura's penis, gushing out his
melting .

"So...so comfortable...ah...ah...I'm...I'm going to melt...uh...waaaah...waaaah..."

"That's right, even the bones will melt. Hehe, I can't stop now~"

"No...no...I've reached my limit...I can't...I can't take it anymore..."

"Oh? Didn't you say you wanted me to melt you? Don't be shy. I'll completely melt you
."

"No...I feel like I'm really going to melt. If I stay wrapped up in this coat any longer, I might really be
melted by you, Ms. Chiharu."

"That's right, because I'm melting Mr. Tamura. It's not your imagination. Hehehe,
I'm already melting~"

"Ah...ah...okay...okay...melting...uh, waaaah...uh waaaah"

7

"Hehehe, melt away~. Get all sticky now~."

"Ah...ah...ee...ee...ah...ah eh...ya~~uh..."

2 times, 3 times. Inside Chiharu, Tamura's body and mind became sticky and gradually dissolved
and absorbed . Four times, five times. The pleasure of ejaculation turned into pain and terror.
The unease of "maybe I really will melt" began to accompany the sense of reality, waking Tamura as if from a dream.

"Wait, wait a minute. My body... ah, ahh... it's really going to melt... stop it!"

"So I told you, it really will melt. Mr. Yamano and the person in the locker, they've
already melted."

"How is this possible..."

But Tamura's head was wrapped in his coat, and he was held in Chiharu's arms as she straddled his lap, so he couldn't
see what his body had become. He tried to use his hands to grab Chiharu's waist and pull away
to escape this situation, but his wrists and hands were limp and twisted into strange shapes.

"Huh?...Huh...Huh?...What's going on?...It's melting...How could

this be..." "It's already melted like this. Hehe, if you keep wrapping it up like this for a little while, Mr. Tamura
will soon melt into a sticky puddle~"

"Eek! Quick...Quick...Take the coat off...Take it off!...Help...Help...Help me!! Eek~~!!"

"Okay, I can take it off. But you have to wait a little longer, until the coat has completely melted Mr. Tamura .
"

"No, don't melt me!! Nooo ... "Mr. Tamura, if you hadn't noticed, this wouldn't have happened." "Eh? Why...why...ah...melting...melting...why...coat...ahh...by the coat..." "We didn't want anyone to know. Mr. Ochiai is probably melted away by now." "How...how could this be...help...help...melting...ahh...I'm melting...help...ah...ah..." "You should just give up and let yourself melt away. Now only Mr. Tamura and Mr. Mano are left." The more Tamura struggled, the more Chiharu's coat enveloped him with pleasure. The "semen" flowing from his penis, and the sticky, melting flesh dripping from inside the coat, were all absorbed by Chiharu's vagina with sounds.

*Chirp chirp, plop plop, gurgle gurgle, chirp chirp chirp*

"Melting...melting...help...help me...uh plop...uh gurgle...uh plop..."

"Melting away already."

Tamura struggled desperately, trying to escape the pleasure and fear of being "melted" by Chiharu, wrapped in her coat,
but he was helplessly melting away. Sticky puddles spread around the two sitting on the ground
. Tamura's head, held against Chiharu's chest, gradually twisted, and his groans disappeared.
The coat, which had swelled up from covering his upper body, shrank little by little.

*Chirp chirp, plop plop. Chirp...plop...*

As the sticky, melting, and collapsing sound of Tamura's flesh being absorbed gradually disappeared, Chiharu
stood up from the muddy water, holding the coat, which was now empty inside, to her chest. "The Tamura of the past"
dripped from the hem of her coat and dress into the puddles at her feet, making a dripping sound.

"Phew, now it's just Mr. Mano left..."

8

"W-what's going on?...Eh? The floor?"

His lower body gradually sank into a bottomless swamp. With his face pressed between Miyuki's legs,
Ochiai, unable to see his feet, groped for the floor with his right hand. The floor his hand touched was covered in a sticky liquid, but the floor itself
didn't change; it was still hard. Continuing to grope, his fingertips sank into a clump of mud,
where his legs should have been.

"Hmm? (Eh, eh? Eh?...My legs, what happened?)"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Wait, wait, let go...my legs..."

"Oh? It's already melted?"

Miyuki released her hand from Ochiai's head, lifted her skirt, and took a step back. The sticky
puddle spread around Miyuki's feet, and Ochiai remained in it in a strange state, as if his lower body was completely submerged in
mud .

"Huh? Ochiai. Hey, what's wrong?"

"Huh? Huh?...Eh?..."

This bizarre scene made Mano, who was filming, involuntarily stand up and shout. Ochiai, whose legs had melted away,
leaving only his waist and upper body, was soaking in his own "mud." His upper body, corroded by Miyuki's slime
, was gradually assimilating into the "mud" like a melting snowman. Ochiai cupped
the "mud" that had been his legs five minutes ago in his hands.

"What is this?!"

Ochiai probably couldn't understand the situation. His words sounded like
lines , but his tone was different from the drama, making it quite comical.

"What a pity. Melted like this, you can no longer be my slave."

"Eh? Why? How...how could it...it really melted...you must be kidding..."

"You know your own body is melting, right? Hehehe."

"Why...it actually...it actually melted..."

"Didn't I tell you? My slime can melt anything."

"But...how is this possible..."

"It's much stronger than gastric juice. More powerful than any medicine. Even bones will become
sticky ~"

"Eh?...Eeehhh!...Help...help me...ah...ahhh...help me...help..."

Miyuki's words were beyond common sense, and Mano couldn't help but cry out.

"Hey, hey! What nonsense are you spouting? What did you do to Ochiai?!"

"Eh? I just melted him."

"What's going on?! How could he melt? This is ridiculous..."

"Want to check it yourself? Mr. Mano, do you want to be melted too?"

"Eh...you...what are you talking about...hey...hey..."

"But wait a little longer."

Miyuki hurled the veil at him with her right hand. The veil drifted
about 4 or 5 meters towards Mano. Mano frantically backed away, trying to escape, but slumped into the chair behind him. The veil
then covered his head. The moment he inhaled Miyuki's "hormones," all resistance vanished from his body
. He couldn't even brush the veil off. Mano sat there frozen. Through the thin fabric of the veil
, Mano's face was filled with terror, in addition to the veil itself.

9

"Hey, Mr. Mano, watch Mr. Ochiai melt away."

Miyuki lifted her skirt again. A large amount of sticky fluid gushed from between her legs, wetting Miyuki's legs and giving them a
slimy , alluring sheen. Thick threads stretched all the way to the hem of her skirt, and the fluid dripped down continuously. In
this performance, the white wedding dress should have symbolized the pure and innocent bride. But now, "the bride"
Miyuki was like a carnivorous flower, blooming with the flower of the wedding dress, her silk petals covered with
poisonous nectar that could melt even a person.

"You said before the shoot that you had violated many wedding dresses so far."

"Th-that was...the...shooting..."

"Heh, so today I'm wearing a wedding dress to take revenge. You will be violated by the wedding dress, and then melt away." "

Wh-how could this be...help...someone save me...Mr. Mano...Mizuno...Kondo...someone...
save me..."

Ochiai looked around the studio, pleading for help. Mizuno and Kondo, standing beside the camera and recording equipment,
flailing their arms and legs in strange directions like puppets with broken strings, collapsed to the ground. Having been
manipulated in a "zombie state" for the past week, their mission was over at the start of filming; they were useless.

"Come on~ I'll wrap you up in the wedding dress again. Let it melt you inside~"

"Ee!...Help...Help...No...Don't...Don't melt me...Help...Someone...Help..."

"Heh heh, you're going to be violated by the wedding dress until you become sticky. Then you'll melt away without a trace
."

"No...No...I...I don't want to die! Help...Help...Ee...Ee..."

The wedding dress transformed into a giant carnivorous flower blooming before Ochiai's eyes. The hem of the dress approached Ochiai's head, and as he
looked up , slime dripped from it onto his face. Wide eyes, a twisted mouth—was the expression
one of fear of being "melted," or anticipation of pleasure? The distorted shape, half-melted, could
no longer express a clear meaning.

"Actually, you really want to be melted, don't you? You really want to be melted into a sticky mess, don't you? Sure, don't be shy."

"N-no...no...no...don't...ee...ee..."

"I'll melt you as you wish. Come on, melt inside me."

Miyuki released her grip on the dress, and the cloth hanging over Ochiai's head, heavy with the slime, fell
down. The poor insect didn't even have time to resist before being instantly enveloped in the "petals" of the wedding dress.

Swish, splat.

"Ee!...Ee...I'm...I'm melting...No!!!"

"Hey, feels good, doesn't it? Your bones are melting, aren't they?"

"Help...The wedding dress is...Ahhh...It's melting...Let me out...Ah...Ahhh!!!"

"Hehe, I won't let you out. You'll just melt into a sticky puddle inside the wedding dress~"

Every time Ochiai struggled to escape from the dress, it would sway back and forth with "Plop, splat, swish,
gurgle" sounds, but with half its body already melted, escape was impossible. Under
the caress of the swaying silk of the wedding dress, Ochiai's body melted even more intensely. Miyuki bent over and sat on Ochiai's
face, which was lying on its back. Her sticky crotch pressed against his face, dissolving and disintegrating it before absorbing it back.

*Chirp chirp, plop plop, chirp chirp chirp

* "Help...help me...someone...help...help me...help me...I...help...help..."

"Hehe, I'll absorb you completely. Come on, melt away!"

"Ugh plop...gurgle...ugh plop...ugh...ugh..."

10

*Chirp chirp, plop plop, chirp chirp chirp* Miyuki

pressed Ochiai's head against her wedding dress, kneading it as she squatted down.
The dress, which had swelled from swallowing Ochiai, had shrunk considerably.

*Chirp chirp, plop plop, chirp chirp chirp*

"Impossible...it's a lie...how could this be...right! Is this a prank shoot?...Yes!...No...
but ..."

The dress writhed and gurgled as it dissolved the man inside,
deflated . The scene seen through the veil felt somewhat unreal. Mano's chaotic mind was racing, desperately trying to deny
the reality before him and seeking an "explanation" to escape his fear. However, his eyes remained fixed
on Miyuki's wedding dress until she sat down on the floor, her rounded skirt completely losing
its fullness. He had been watching intently.

"Mr. Mano, how is it? Interesting, isn't it? Hehe, Mr. Mano, you want to be melted too, don't you?"

"Ee...no...no...ah, this is a joke, right?...It's a special effects device, isn't it?...It can't be...
real it..."

"It is real. Mr. Mano, you'll become sticky like him too, you'll
find out ."

Miyuki stood up and approached Mano one step, two steps. Three steps, four steps, five steps. The wedding dress "slipped"
along, leaving behind a trail of slime and Ochiai's "remains." Mano tried to escape, but
he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs, and couldn't even stand up. He could only sit on the floor, shrouded in veil, wriggling. Six steps,
seven steps. Miyuki reached for the veil covering Mano's head and removed it.

"Eeeeah!!"

"Hehehe, just a little longer. Mom should be here soon..."

"Mom...Mom?...Wh...what's going on! Who are you?...Are you monsters...witches
?"

"Hmm...we're probably closest to vampires. But we don't just drink blood, we
can absorb anything. And we can live for hundreds of years."

"Help...help...no...don't eat me!...Please!...I don't want to be eaten!!"

"You don't want to be eaten that much? Speaking of which, Mom seems to be on a diet, maybe she'll change
her mind and not eat you..."

"On a diet?"

"Mom is 54 years old, ah, of course, that's her registered age in Japan. But she looks like she's
only in her 30s. If she keeps getting younger, it's not good..."

"But, what does it matter..."

"It's getting a bit inconvenient living in Japan like this. So she's controlling her diet now.
We been eating a bit too much lately, which is why we called Mom over to ask for her help, but it's probably
better not to."

"In that case, please save me! Don't eat me. Please!!!"

"Is that so... then why don't you ask Mom to try? If she agrees, maybe things will be alright..."

"Um, um, I, I'll do anything!!" "

Mr. Mano, you like mature women, right? Mom is a 400-year-old super~~~~ mature woman."

"Eh? 4, 400 years old?"

"Ugh, what age are you talking about? 400 years old is me, isn't it? What are you guys talking about?"

A woman's voice came from the entrance of the photography studio.

"Ah, Mom. You're so slow."

"I got lost. Is the shoot over? I was hoping to play the role of the bride's mother, and
I even wore a dress."

11

The figure of the "witch" appeared at the entrance of the photography studio and walked over. Wearing a black silk gown and black lace
gloves, along with a black velvet coat draped over her arms, she was dressed entirely in black. The gown was almost entirely devoid
of embellishment skin, resembling a nun's or maid's outfit, but on Yoko
, it looked every bit the witch. The loose pleats of the skirt and the fullness of her breasts accentuated the sheen and texture of the silk,
but to Mano, this allure seemed like a "demonic aura" emanating from Yoko's body.

"Mr. Mano said he doesn't want to be eaten by Mom."

"Please!! Please, please let me go."

"Really? Don't you like mature women?"

"N-No, that's not it. No, that's not true. But...but...please don't eat me. Please, please!!!"

"Hey, Mom. If you become younger again, it might not be good, right? Your company might start spreading rumors
that 'the president is sucking the blood of virgins,' oh?"

"That's true, then let's skip it today~"

"Yes, yes. Please, please save me. Don't eat me. I can be your slave, I'll do
anything ."

"Let me think...okay. Then I won't eat you."

"Really? Thank you so much!!"

"But, I rarely come all this way, and I was quite looking forward to it before I came~ Hey, can I try a little bit
?"

"Eh? Why is that…"

"It's okay, I won't eat you. It's a promise. I absolutely will not eat Mr. Mano."

"Is that so... But... um... ah... ahh..."

Although he felt a little uneasy about the word "taste test," Mano had no choice but to succumb to Yoko's charm,
no, it should be said that she was under his spell. And if he made her unhappy, the hope of being rescued would be even slimmer.

"Okay, take off your clothes. Lie on your back over there."

"On, on this floor?... Naked...?"

"Mom, wait a minute. I remember there should be a blanket over there. I'll lay it down for you."

Miyuki brought two or three blankets from the corner of the studio and laid them on the floor.

"Thank you. Hmm~ But it still hurts a little, and it's a little cold. Oh, right, let's put this cloak down too."

It turned out that Yoko was holding a cloak. It looked very suitable for the name "witch's cloak," and the black cloak with
a hood seemed to be made of velvet inside and out. The "darkness" created by the black velvet spread on the floor
was like a black hole that could devour everything, and Mano suddenly had
a premonition . Urged on by Yoko, Mano lay down. Perhaps because he hadn't yet recovered from his fear,
his body was trembling slightly.

"Are you cold?"

"No…not really…but…"

"Shall I wrap you in this cloak? Look…like this…how does it feel? Not cold anymore?"

"Ah…ahhh…"

The black cloak wrapped Mano from head to toe, completely enveloping him, with most of his head buried in
the velvet . Only his face was visible. Yoko lifted her skirt and stepped over
Mano's only exposed face.
Before , the dress also transformed into a black hole, covering him from above.

"I can not eat you, but you have to let me enjoy myself. Hey, Mr. Mano, let me
feel good ."

"Eh?"

12

Swish!

Yoko suddenly sat on Mano's face. Her skirt, filled with air,
expanded , then shrank back into a circle. Yoko straddled him, pressing her crotch against the area from Mano's mouth to his nose
, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. Mano's nose, separated by two thin sheets of fabric—his underwear and leggings—was
swallowed into Yoko's "cleft," stimulating her sensitive areas. Mano
struggled for oxygen, his mouth and nose stuffed with Yoko's crotch. 1 minute, 2 minutes. Sounds leaked from Yoko's mouth.

"...Ah...ah...ah~...ah..."

"Hmm...puha!...Nuu...Nuha...Hmm...Hmm..."

5 minutes, 6 minutes. The small, enclosed space inside the skirt was damp and warm, filled with Yoko's
scent . If he hadn't witnessed Ochiai's tragic end, Mano's penis, which should have ejaculated long ago, was only
just beginning to react. Nine minutes, ten minutes. Yoko's panting and movements grew heavier,
and a large amount of "honey" gushed from between her legs. The viscous fluid soaked through his underwear, wetting Ochiai's face, and
invading his body through his skin, mouth, and mucous membranes.

"Hmm? Wet? Oh, oh no... I'm going to melt."

"Ugh... Ugh... Wait... Wait... Wait a minute... It's a promise... Ugh... It's a promise..."

"Ah... Uh~... It's a promise?... Ah... No problem... Ah... Ah... I won't eat you... Ah..."

"Uh... Uh... But... Melting... Melting..."

Under the erosion of Yoko's "honey," Mano's peripheral nerves began to transmit
shockwaves . Because he had witnessed Ochiai's tragic appearance, Mano's mind hadn't frozen yet, but his
body had begun to lose control. His erect penis swelled to its limit, the cloak rubbing against it with Yoko's
movements , a stimulation that finally ignited the explosion. Mano's body arched, convulsing
and trembling as he ejaculated a large amount of semen.

"Ugh...ugh...ooh...(I'm...I'm going to cum...I'm going to...I'm going to melt...ahh...I'm going to melt...)"

"You cum?...Hey...you cum?...?"

"Coo...coo...uh...help...help me...ugh...uh..."

The sensation of his internal organs melting and flowing out reignited Mano's fear. He struggled desperately,
trying to escape from between Yoko's legs. Despite his desperate resistance, Yoko, kneeling, released Mano
's face, and a scream escaped his lips.

"Eeehhh!!...I'm melting...I promised...you wouldn't eat me...we all promised...help me..."

"I'll keep my promise. Don't you believe me? Then I'll eat you anyway~"

"N-no, I didn't not believe you. But, but...now...my body is melting..."

"You don't want to be eaten, right? Well then, let's do it again. Is that okay?"

"Mmm...mmm..."

Yoko stood up, lifted the hood of her cloak, and covered Mano's face with it, then tightened the rope on the edge of the cloak to
bind him. The huge cloak turned into a bag, completely enveloping Mano's head. Then she untied the
cloak covering Mano's lower body, took out Mano's penis, and wrapped it up again. The velvety, mucous membrane-like
sensation gave Mano the illusion that his whole body had turned into a huge penis, swallowed up by Yoko's
vagina, but to be precise, that "mucous membrane-like sensation" was not a "vagina," but a "stomach."

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Yoko pulled down her underwear and straddled the black green worm struggling and writhing on the floor, bending down to sit on its
erect , fleshy "antennae."

*Plop, plop, plop*

Her penis was swallowed by the vagina, which was filled with scalding, sticky fluid, and pleasure flowed from her penis throughout her body. "The pleasure that's
melting me " overwhelmed Mano, escaping as a scream.

"Ee... Eehhhhh!!"

"How is it? Much hotter than Miyuki, right? Is your little brother about to melt?
Everything . Bone, stone, and iron."

"Ee! Ee... It's... melting... My little brother... is... melting... I can't... take it anymore... Ah... Ah
..."

"But not just there. Everything will melt. Turning into a sticky puddle without a trace." "

Eh?... What?... Melting... What about the promise?... You... you promised... Ee... Ee..."

"So, I won't eat you. I'll just melt away."

"...Wh... What's going on..."

"Every man I wrap around will melt. So far, dozens, no, hundreds of
men , like Mr. Mano, have screamed with pleasure and melted inside the cloak, without exception."

Mano's melting brain finally realized that he had made a mistake in "choosing the content of the agreement".

"...Why...why...do that...eee...eee...no!!!"

"Hey, Mr. Mano, you actually want to be melted too, don't you?"

"No...no...no...help..."

"Hehehe, feels good, doesn't it? Feeling like you're melting inside this cloak, right? That's right,
there's a lot of my bodily fluids seeping into this cloak. It's the pleasure of almost melting. It feels like I'm really going to melt."

"No...no...ah...ahhh...(melted by the witch...by the cloak...cloak...melted...)"

Pfft, pfft, gurgle gurgle, pfft...

The more Mano struggled to escape from Yoko and the cloak, the more the cloak wrapped around his body
"licked" him. Just like ice cream melting under a tongue's lick, Mano's skin and flesh were
gradually melted by the cloak. The penis that had been inserted into Yoko's vagina had vanished without a trace. The viscous fluid gushing out from
there burned Mano's groin and lower abdomen like lava, melting him and flowing into his body.

"Ah... help... help... I... ah... I'm... melting... help... my body... ah... ah...
melting... melting... let me... out of the cloak... ah..."

"You can't escape now. Just turn into a sticky puddle in this cloak."

"The cloak... is melting... help... cloak... ah... melting..."

"Look, it's already so sticky."

Glug glug, glug...

the black velvet "green worm" struggled in pleasure, its shape gradually contorting in fear.
The other party seemed to have indeed kept the "promise." Its size didn't seem to have decreased much, but
it gradually lowered in height as if collapsing, and its movements became increasingly sluggish. From the hem of the cloak, something called Mano flowed out
, forming a puddle of creamy stew on the floor.

Glug, glug, glug, glug…

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“Help…cloak…help me…melting…waaa…melting…”

“You’d better give up and just let yourself melt.”

“Glug…help…help…melting…uh…glug…uh…uh…melting…”

“Alright, melt!”

“…uh…glug…uh…uh…uh…waaa…” Glug

, glug, glug, glug…glug… The

black cloak, swollen from covering Mano, shrank as if collapsing. After the groans gradually subsided and
the movements completely stopped, Yoko stood up and picked up the cloak at her feet. A large amount of “stew” was poured
onto the floor, turning the “puddle” into a “small pool.” Drips of "Mano"
dripped , scattering steam around the "pond."

"Mom, you're so slow! Oh dear? You've already eaten Mr. Mano!"

Chiharu returned from the storeroom. Miyuki had also changed her clothes and was packing her things to go back.

"I only tried a little. I barely ate anything."

"...It seems...that's true. There was a lot left. What a waste."

"I told him I wouldn't eat because I'm on a diet."

"Really? But it's a little different from what Mr. Mano thought we agreed on, isn't it?"

"Hehe, maybe. But the agreement was 'not to eat.' Miyuki is a witness, right,
Miyuki?"

"Hmm~ It's a bit like...fraud. I'm all ready. Is Chiharu ready too?"

"Seriously, you're calling me fraud. I made a special trip here...Are Chiharu and Miyuki tasty?"

"Hmm, so-so..."

"Mr. Ochiai is a bit..."

They left the studio and headed towards the parking lot while discussing the taste of their respective prey. They
planned that four hours later, when Ochiai, Tamura, and Mano's bodies had regenerated to about 80%,
the mechanical warehouse would catch fire and burn down the entire studio. In the ruins after the fire, five bodies, including Mizuno and Kondo, will be found
burned beyond recognition, though identification will be extremely difficult.

Parked in the parking lot is the Mercedes Yoko had arrived in. In the back seat, a black fur coat
is slowly writhing. Even though Yoko deliberately pointed in the wrong direction, Kenichi, the driver, is being
punished for getting lost. Kenichi struggles, wrapped in the mink coat Yoko wore when she left home. Although he's only been pulled over
, the strong scent of Yoko's "perfume" has him disoriented, unable to
break free, only able to be violated by the fur coat. This is a common occurrence, but perhaps the fear of not being able to return to normal
amplifies the pleasure and pain. Whether this is punishment or reward, Kenichi can no longer distinguish. Today, Kenichi, too, has been
manipulated by the witch mother and daughter, his body and soul melting into a sticky mess. And it will be the same tomorrow... and
the day after tomorrow too...

"Ah... ahh... it's melting... melting... melting..."

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