I'll Do Anything
Be my friend!!! Wow, off to school! I'm buzzing with excitement, grinning like a kid heading out on their first picnic as I make my way to class. Yeah, that's right. With the cherry blossoms fading, the girls in my class are getting all comfy with each other at school—how adorable is that? I hope someone stirs things up soon. Like publicly confessing to the girl they like! And if she feels the same, boom—our class's first couple. If that actually happens, I'd send flowers and everything. Okay, sure, it's just an excuse to creepily watch from the shadows, but still.
"You okay today?"
"Yeah."
My stomach's still throbbing from that gut punch yesterday, but no need to tell Alicia about that. More importantly, could you back off a bit? Staring at a pretty face up close is fun and all, but my yuri energy's running low.
"I wanna be alone."
"To observe the other girls?"
"Yeah... wait, what?"
That nuance feels off, doesn't it? I tilt my head up, locking eyes with the gaze I've been dodging, and Alicia smirks, her lips curling just a touch. It looks half-mocking, half-sly. Or maybe it's my imagination. I'm prone to paranoia, after all.
Whatever. She doesn't seem like she's gonna interfere. She doesn't say another word after that.
It bugs me a little, but prying would be weird, so I slip past her and plop down at my desk in the far back corner of the classroom.
But why the hell is she following me?
"...?"
"...?"
"Um. Got something to say?"
"Not really?"
"Then why keep staring?"
"You stare at the other girls too."
"Not like that."
"Oh?"
Her shrug, like it's no big deal, kinda pisses me off. You're staring at me like you're frying ants with a magnifying glass, all intense and relentless. If I gawked at other girls like that, I'd be hauled off to the cops by now.
"Stop looking."
"Why?"
Damn it, what do you even say to that? She's got that vibe like she'll keep bugging me forever if I don't play along.
After that hellish weekend without girls in front of me, and now this...! I turn back to her, lips pursed in a full-on pout I don't even bother hiding. It's like having delicious food right under your nose, ready to devour, and someone yells "stop" like you're a dog on command.
"Why're you sulking?"
"If you've got business, spit it out quick..."
"Hmmm."
Is Alicia trying to kill me? Forcing me to hold back my fantasies of girls rubbing their pussies together until I explode? Ughhh, what did I do to deserve this? What's so wrong with me that you wanna socially assassinate me...!
"Let's go to the rooftop. We've got time before class."
"No."
"Oh?"
She takes my instant rejection in stride, like she expected it. Then she stares again.
"...!"
Ahh, this is embarrassing. Don't get the wrong idea. It's not like my heart's pounding for a girl or anything. It's just... like, you know, a shabby market stall selling worthless junk, and the hotshot chairman shows up, peering curiously at the wares like "hmm, this?" and the vendor feels all ashamed for no reason. Yeah, that's it. I didn't do anything wrong, but it's mortifying.
"Your face is red, Lily."
"It's not."
So don't say stuff that could be misunderstood! With those magnifying-glass eyes scorching me, how could it not heat up? Wait, "heat up" sounds too lewd—warm up? Whatever, it'd be weirder if it didn't.
What's with that perfect face, staring like you're drilling holes? I'd get it if I stared at yours like that.
"Rooftop."
"......"
I could say no, but she'll just keep staring. She never says it outright, but that's her threat. Fine. I'm going! Because it's dirty and unfair! You bitch. Animal abuser who doesn't get a starving dog's desperation at all!
The rooftop's locked. Great, can't go now, I think, relieved—then Alicia pulls out a key like she's toying with me.
...Why the hell do you have access to a deliberately locked rooftop? Class topper privilege or something?
Whatever. We head up anyway, and yeah, it's nice. Mid-March wind is still chilly, but it clears my head. But I'm not stepping one foot past the threshold between the stairs and the roof.
Simple reason: I wanna stay as close to the girls as possible. What if they start grinding their pussies in the classroom while I'm gone? Sounds ridiculous? Look at Serina. Ugh, that slut who does it right in class...! Missing that show might make me bite my tongue and die on the spot.
"What do you wanna say?"
I'm squirming like I need to pee, voice trembling all over.
Withdrawal symptoms from no forced yuri intake over the weekend, for sure.
Alicia answers casually. "Nothing, really?"
"...?"
She never actually said she had something to tell me. Just "rooftop." Then why drag me here? Aaaah! The classroom might be hosting a wild lesbian orgy right now...!
She watches my face rot by the second, then smiles and keeps talking.
"How can you even hang out with her?"
"Huh?"
"You're so weird."
Out of left field. But chilling. My gut screams she knows something.
What? Maybe, just maybe, she's pierced my secret—that I'm a TS girl. But "weird" isn't right. Shouldn't it be "gross" first?
Deep down, I'd love if she figured it out. Tell me it's disgusting, stay away. Hell, hate me—that'd make shaking you off easy. No skin off my back. Might as well confess? Rumors would tank my rep, but who cares.
"How can you hang with her?"
"Her? Who?"
"Dana."
Huh? That name I wasn't even thinking about pops up, catching me off guard. But only for a sec—my brain kicks into overdrive.
Suddenly Dana? She's been on her mind? ...Yuri. This is pure yuri tension. Oh my god, look at this? They were at each other's throats by the library, but nah, I misread it. Fighting sparked feelings. She's annoyed by the clingy girl nearby. If that's it, I'll back off Dana anytime. No sweat. Please take her. Comfort her lonely nights by grinding those pussies raw! Even an animal abuser's welcome if the bear's the victim.
Kill the polar bear. Massacre it with your pussy...
"Gaaack...!"
My yuri circuits are frying...!
"Lily?"
"Uh. Yeah. What'd you say?"
"Just wondering if she's blackmailing you or something."
"Huh?"
What the—?
"Dana's my friend."
"Friend? Why?"
Does she even know what "friend" means? She's been pampered her whole life, probably sees other girls as servants, not friends. Delicious. Love that setup. First taste of someone who won't obey, events lead to love—the classic route!
"Then be friends with me too."
"No."
"You can with her—why not me?"
"...Just 'cause?"
I mumble vaguely, and Alicia closes in. Too close. Closer. Before I can react, she grabs my wrist and holds it up to my face.
"Friends with someone who does this?"
No clue what she's getting at. I just tilt my head, and she points to the faint bruise—right where Dana grabbed me by the library.
What? It bruised from that? My body's too fragile. Wait, she's mad about the bruise? It happens between friends. Kinda sensitive, no?
I blink blankly, unsure how to respond, and she lets out a soft sigh. Then steps closer. I back up. But she doesn't stop even when I'm against the wall—hold up, too close! Don't touch, you'll get dirty, you...!
"Eek...!"
She snickers at my trembling—then leans in, whispering right by my ear: "If we're friends, I'll do anything."
"Huh? For real?"
"Anything you want."
Her eyes gleam with a hint of madness. Those darkening blue pupils reflect only me, like a mirror. Mine sparkle with anticipation.
Anything? Really? You promised. No take-backs! Oh god, my heart's pounding. Gonna burst. I only want one thing from Alicia. My lifelong wish.
Grind your pussy with another girl!
...Right as I'm about to blurt it—
"Sorry. Forget I said that."
"Huh?"
"I-I didn't mean to be so pushy."
"Hey, wait, hold on—"
"First time dealing with this, didn't know how... Sorry. Too sudden, right?"
"Lis-ten to me—"
"Sorry."
Alicia walks away.
...What kind of self-centered bitch is she? Hey, where you going? Friends! Be my friend! You said anything! Grind those pussies! Show me that pretty face gasping! You said anything...!