Can't Sleep Without a Doll
"Haaah...."
There was a reason I was sighing so deeply, like the ground itself was collapsing beneath me. We'd somehow ended up at a hotel. That's what it meant. Rain. Hotel. And a girl. I seriously have no clue how things spiraled into this.
Lost in a whirlwind of random thoughts, my bath time naturally stretched out. Actually, no—that was the plan. Alicia kept hovering outside, peeking around. What the hell is that nosy bitch so curious about anyway? Whatever. I figured I'd lounge here nice and easy until she gave up, so I sank into the warm bathwater.
The water's nice and hot. My chilled body warmed up in an instant, leaving me all languid and loose. Watching the heat rise to my joints, turning patches of skin pink, time seemed to slip by faster than expected.
Something feels forgotten... But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I brushed it off as no big deal. It wasn't until I'd soaked too long and finally had to drag myself out that I realized what that nagging feeling was.
Come to think of it... my clothes...?
"......"
Of course, this was a hotel. No idea how a high school girl like her had the cash, but Alicia had booked us a fancy, upscale room. There was the usual hotel robe hanging in the closet corner—the kind you wrap around like an overcoat and tie with a sash. I could just towel off, throw that on, and wait for my uniform to dry.
But that's not what I meant... I mean, like, underwear... Especially a bra....
The downpour had soaked me straight through, and air-drying would take hours at least. No way a hotel stocks spare undies. Well, maybe they do and I'm just clueless, but nothing here would fit this body. No doubt about it.
I cursed myself for growing into this massive-titted monster. And that was the problem. Sex. Parading around in front of a girl with nothing but a robe on—no bra, no panties. It's basically begging her to rub my pussy.
It was such a childish, cringey sex appeal move it made me wanna puke. What the hell? Is this place not a hotel but some escape room where you can't leave without fucking...?!
Ha< em>waaah, my mouth flapping open like a goldfish for a second there. Then, pop—like an air bubble bursting, all those delusions shattered.
"Jeez."
What the hell am I even thinking? I'm not some yuri bishoujo. I wouldn't feel that way in the first place—and even if I did, I shouldn't. No wonder my "pure yuri fundamentalism" title feels like a joke. I'd deserve a beating from yuri fans worldwide. I'd apologize a hundred times—just forgive me this once....
Once I admitted that to myself, my mind cleared right up. Yeah. I'm just a random bug passing by or whatever. Zero danger.
With that, I dried off completely, wrapped the bath towel around me haphazardly, and headed out.
...
Outside, the sky was pitch black under heavy storm clouds. The torrential rain poured down relentlessly, showing no signs of letting up even after all this time. Whoa, and now thunder and lightning too. At this point, an umbrella wouldn't even help.
I'd planned to dry my clothes quick and head back, but... ugh... that's proving tricky.
I have no idea how we ended up in this mess, honestly.
"Lily."
"......"
"Your ears are super red."
"They get like that sometimes."
"Oh yeah?"
"...Yeah."
"And you're twisting and turning like crazy."
"W-what're you on about?"
"You uncomfortable?"
Yeah. Extremely. Obviously. We're lying on the bed, staring at each other—who wouldn't be?
...Wait, no, hold on, hear me out before you club me. It's getting late, bedtime. And there's only one bed. Wait, just lemme explain more...!
I said I'd sleep on the sofa. Duh. But there was no sofa... Damn hotel. How's it even a hotel without a sofa? Who runs a place like this, you bastards...!
I offered to take the floor instead, but Alicia shot that down as ridiculous and forced me. Yeah, she's the one at fault here. Not some innocent girl—you put a freak like me in your bed. My face is red 'cause you're too damn pretty. Totally separate from any yuri bullshit. How could it not flush staring so long at a golden-haired, blue-eyed yuri doll-face beauty? The squirming's the same—just pure admiration, no ulterior motives. I'm innocent. Cut me some slack sometimes. I didn't ask to get tangled up in this...!
Whatever was going through my head didn't matter to her. Alicia just lay there, staring me down intently. I was being observed. From the crown of my head to my toes, every inch cataloged in those blue eyes.
In the heavy silence, broken only by the rain pattering on the eaves, she spoke again.
"Lily."
"What...!"
"Why're you pulling away like that?"
What a dumb question. If she was asking 'cause she thought my heart was racing or something, she'd be way off. This wasn't some yuri no-go zone.
I mumbled, mouth working but no words coming out. I didn't wanna say it. Embarrassing. Hit my pride too. But she just waited, urging me silently. Felt like I had to answer, so I spilled.
"I... I hate rainy days...."
...Instant regret. Pure impulse. Or maybe calculated? Still, better than dragging out this melancholic vibe with Alicia. If I had to compare, I'm not honey wrapped in flowers—I'm cheap sugar water. Or maybe not even that worthy. So it's my duty to guide these misguided bees back on track. Can't go spouting crap like "your pretty face" or "I love that subtle acacia scent." Nah. And why's she gotta be this pretty anyway? Made me show a sliver of truth.
Nothing major. Just hate rainy days. Thunder even more. Darkness scares me. I always sleep with a dim stand light on, but what kinda hotel doesn't have one...? Petty stuff like that.
"Hm."
Alicia's reaction was lukewarm, whether I was embarrassed or not. Exactly what I wanted. Figured as much. Boring story. So why're you scooting closer?
"I can't sleep without a doll."
"Oh?"
Classic Alicia. So girly. The type girls get called bitchy or arrogant for having such a cute quirk? Textbook development.
But there was a problem. Her eyes looked... off. Nah, "off" might not be right. Just narrowed slightly, crinkling with that hidden charm, gazing at me all soft and... kinda sexy? I was spacing out staring back when...
Whoa, wait—hugged.
"W-wait a sec...!"
That's why she brought up the doll thing? More importantly, don't treat people like dolls! Don't TS girls get human rights?! I thrashed wildly, but couldn't break free. The more I struggled, the tighter she clung—like vines wrapping around me. Now her thigh was wedged between mine.
The soft, bare skin under our robes squishing together. Ugh, that...
Her hand stroking the back of my head slid lower—to my neck, collarbone, shoulder... That smooth palm pressing gently made me twitch involuntarily every time it touched.
"Eek...!"
Every hair on my body standing on end, I froze all shy-like, and suddenly Alicia went pfht, bursting into fresh laughter and let go.
"Was a lie."
I blinked blankly—what?—before realizing she meant the doll bit. Her sleepy blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and that's when it hit: I'd been played.
......Pisses me off.
"'Cause you're cute, Lily."
Cute my ass. I couldn't help fuming inwardly. Hey. You know how dangerous that was? Brat. You called it a bomb yourself. One wearing a girl's skin. Even if you love her to bits, gotta scold her firm when she's wrong.
I felt the need to straighten out Alicia's head right here. Teach her you can't pull this shit on me—that for a promising yuri girl to enjoy a proper yuri life, she needs common sense. Perfect opportunity, actually. While I'm at it, gaslight her hard: make her think showing off girls rubbing pussies together for me is normal, retrain her to my tastes... Heh heh.