Today's Yuri Fix~~~!! Ruby-chan Edition!
I can't get enough of this routine~~~!! It's week three since enrollment, and I'm loving every bit of this daily life. Creepily observing the girls. Anyone overhearing my thoughts would freak out and call the cops on the spot, but I'm totally unapologetic. On the surface, I'm just another girl student, after all. The problem's on the inside. What're they gonna do about it? A girl student fantasizing about cute girls rubbing their pussies together—what's wrong with that? The only wrong thing here is this world calling it a crime...!
Today's yuri mama~~~!!! It's Ruby-chan~! Lil-ya-ho~
"Uhihihihit... ughok, ohohohohoho..."
I'm letting out this genuinely creepy laugh without even realizing it as I think to myself. Ever since that incident last time, when I started looking at her that way—maybe that's why?—Ruby's getting cuter by the day. On the first day of school, she was so plain she barely stood out, but not even a month later, her presence has exploded, constantly drawing my eyes... Her naturally innocent face started filling with this seductive glow, and today it's hit its peak—what the hell, she's insanely hot. I can't put it into words, but she's hot. And when Citri comes over from the next class, she lets out these excited breaths, her face flushing bright red—kyaaah, what the fuck did they do last weekend? What? What? Shit. It's great, though. Alle-ri kolle-ri, you bitches!
"Lil-bu is yuri captain..."
Ruby's hanging out close with Serina like that, and Citri's giving Serina these subtle jealous glares, like she doesn't like it. Serina either doesn't notice or pretends not to, always being her usual sweet self to both of them. Citri sighs like she's feeling guilty about it, Ruby sneaks these nervous glances between them, and then Serina suddenly looks over here and smiles at me...
...Huh? Why the hell are you smiling at me all of a sudden? Focus on the love triangle right in front of you, idiot. You're supposed to be the pure one who knows they're dating but pretends not to, terrified it'll break up their trio of friends. Or maybe you fall for one of them and try to steal her away. Or agonize over friendship vs. love and nobly step back for their happiness, heartbreakingly sacrificial...! Or hell, I love a 3P ending too. Pounce on her, pounce...! Girls can't resist when their pussies rub together!
"..."
So, like, stop staring at me like you'd be sad if I ignored you...? Ugh. Who the fuck am I to you? In the end, even though I'm super awkward about it, I can't help but smile back at Serina.
...
I keep saying it, but I hate when a TS girl crashes a pure yuri story. Shoving a filthy male character into innocent girls' friendship-tinged love is beyond disgusting. Some idiots compare it to sprinkling salt on watermelon—whatever, I don't like salt on watermelon anyway. Just eat the damn watermelon plain...! But if I make myself the exception, can I even call that a belief? If you want respect from others, you gotta play by the rules yourself. So from now on, call me a principled salter.
"Where to today?"
"Alicia. Look, I..."
"I'll buy you something tasty."
"For reals?"
"If you don't want it, whatever."
"Don't wanna? Hell yeah, I do...!"
"I like you too."
I'm the type who breaks out in hives all over just from touching a beautiful girl. It's tragic. She has no idea she's too good for me. So I stick to knowing my place, keep my distance, and lurk in the shadows going uhehehe—that's the path to happiness for both of us, I firmly believe.
"That new crepe place at the intersection looked super yummy."
"Yeah?"
"But, uh, yeah, no, actually, nah."
"What?"
"Truth is, it didn't look that great. And it's kinda pricey for you..."
"I'll buy it."
"No, I mean, yeah, it's expensive, but I'm not asking you to—"
"I want to buy it for you."
"R-really?"
"Yeah."
"Alicia, you're the best~~~..."
"Ufufu."
Especially for a top-of-the-class promising yuri beauty like her. Man, why's she so nice? Who's spreading rumors she's got a bad personality? If I catch 'em, I'll strip 'em naked and toss 'em in a rape dungeon. Rub their pussy raw till they can't sleep from endless orgasms...
Wait, what am I even doing?
"Hah?!"
"What's up?"
"N-nothing, get away..."
"Not getting crepes?"
"...I kinda want to."
"Then say so."
"................................."
Before I know it, I'm shyly grabbing the hem of Alicia's clothes like some virgin. Annoying. I fucking hate it. What a shitty girl. Holding the purse strings and all. Fine. She's my wallet. Getting tangled up like this? It's fine, 'cause it'll never turn into actual yuri. Whether she knows it or not, my self-assessment flips from one extreme to the other in seconds, but Alicia just stares at me with her usual doll-like face.
"Crepes or cake—which do you like?"
"Huh? Crepes."
"Which one?"
"I said crepes?"
"You like it?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
Our tastes match. Truth is, Alicia kinda creeps me out a bit. Ever since that rooftop friend thing last time, it's left a weird aftertaste. That whole "I'll do anything if we become friends" bit. But she acts like it's no big deal. If I said, I don't wanna be friends with you, how would she even react? Not that I'm pissed about missing a chance to beg her not to show pussy play with other girls or anything. Just... yeah.
"Shall we go?"
"Yeah!"
I feel like some loyal dog following its owner, but it's probably just my imagination...?
...
"Huh?"
"It's raining."
"You bring an umbrella?"
"Nope."
"Doesn't look like it'll stop soon... This is a problem."
It was a downpour. The sky had been mostly clear with just a few clouds, but it turned gloomy in seconds and started dumping rain. We'd just finished crepes and were wondering where next when we ended up looking like drowned rats. It's almost full spring now, but evenings are still chilly, and I—especially sensitive to cold—start shivering all over instantly. How the hell do we get back to the dorms? It's pretty far from here...
"Wanna hit a hotel?"
"What?"
"It's pouring."
Wh-what the fuck is this girl saying? More like, what's wrong with her brain? First thought after getting a little wet is a hotel? How experienced is she? This playgirl who lures pure yuri girls into pussy-rubbing at every chance...!
"You look cold."
"C-cold? Me? Do we really need to go all the way to a hotel?"
"What, got some dirty thoughts?"
"D-d-d-d-dirty? What? No way, absolutely not...?"
As if. I just panicked 'cause "hotel" sounds too lewd. My eyes are spinning like glasses as I flail, and Alicia smirks.
"I said it 'cause I thought you'd worry about the cost. Why so flustered?"
Liar. You're just enjoying teasing me. I feel my temper flare. I'm getting toyed with. Am I a plaything now? Pisses me off. Think about it—hotel or whatever, how hot it gets, what does it matter to me? I'm yuri NG by definition. No way some related event happens.
"So no problem going, right? To the hotel."
"..."
Fine. Let's go. I'll go just to spite you!
...
A hotel, huh. Never been to one in this life or my past one. How's Alicia so casual about it?
"Lily. Your face is red."
"Look at what you're wearing. How could it not be...?"
"So what? We're both girls."
That's why I'm not a pure girl like you. Seeing that gorgeous body barely covered by a single bath towel is trouble on every level. You trying to turn me into a criminal or what...!
"You should shower quick too. You'll catch a cold."
"Uh. I-I'm fine without."
"Still gotta dry your wet clothes."
"No need."
"Don't be stubborn."
"It's not stubbor—"
"Want me to undress you?"
"No ma'am."
I tuck tail and start stripping immediately. But then Alicia follows and tries to watch.
"Wh-what're you staring at?"
"Not staring."
"...Then what the hell are you doing...?"
"Waiting to dry your clothes once you're done."
That's a blatant excuse. Before I can argue, she tilts her head.
"What's wrong with looking anyway?"
No. Normally you'd give privacy or at least look away, right...? Her pale round face shows zero expression—like she's dead serious. Total opposite of me, burning up. Even if I whine about embarrassment, she'll hit me with that "we're both girls" line. If I stay, she'll barge into the bathroom. I feel it instinctively. This innocent-or-pervy girl would totally do it. I strip haphazardly, bolt to the bathroom, and lock the door tight.
Don't sigh like you're disappointed. Pervert...!