Dehet☆ The Morning After
The next morning—dehet☆—the sky is perfectly clear, not a single cloud in sight, as if yesterday's storm never happened. I slip on my crumpled uniform and slip out of the hotel with Alicia. It's awkward as hell. Like waking up next to a one-night stand after seeing everything there is to see. Not that we did anything like that... but you get the idea.
"Alicia."
"... "
"Hey."
"... "
I try to break the ice with some small talk, but she doesn't respond. Alicia's been lost in thought since last night. When exactly did it start? Who knows. But I do know it wasn't before my masochist declaration. Whatever's eating at her, it must be huge—she was groaning and tossing right up until she fell asleep. And it's still going on.
"Should I hit her... or hold back...?"
She looks like a mathematician staring down the world's toughest problem. If you ignore how she's eyeing my body like a total perv. Wait, calling a flower-like girl a perv? Self-reflection time, me.
"Alicia?"
"Huh? What?"
"Nothing. Just wondering what you're thinking about."
"Oh? You."
"Sigh."
Classic. This smug little vixen. Not that it bothers me. If anything, it's kinda nice—makes it easy to imagine her dropping pickup lines on other girls. Here's hoping she grows up into a total lesbian Casanova, all proper and thriving. With that in mind, Alicia and I head to school together.
And that's when I notice it. I'd kinda known, but she has this magnetic pull. It's not just her looks. It's like she commands awe and envy at the same time. Whispers everywhere: "Isn't that someone from the whatever prestigious family?" Totally extra-character vibes. Guess she really is from some big-shot lineage. Not that I care at this point. No one gives a damn about backgrounds. Not in yuri terms, anyway.
To me, Alicia's just a pretty, rich girl who's a bit arrogant—and above all, has a pussy that looks perfect for grinding. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I like that about you."
"Huh?"
"Hehe."
I'm still processing that nonsense when we pass the school gates. By the time we're changing into indoor shoes at the lockers, Alicia flashes this cryptic smile and hits me with:
"What's your type?"
"Type for what? Wait, out of nowhere?"
"Just curious. Who do you wanna date, Lily?"
"Date—?"
Dating? What the hell is that? No plans for it, and no one's lining up anyway. You think a body like this makes dating guys any easier? Physiologically impossible. I hate men. Like, someone could call me a misogynist—no, misandrist—and I'd have nothing to say. Guys with guys? Gay. Girls with girls? Even worse. I've explained this a hundred thousand times: don't mix TS girls into yuri. Watching girls grind pussies is plenty. The vicarious thrill is immense. Haven't seen it in person yet, but...
Plus, no time. Time flies just watching budding yuri girls flirt and cuddle. Dating? With only three precious years legally haunting this girls' school? No way I'm wasting it on that.
Funny, it's been ages since I even thought about this. I hate complications, so I gave up on it long ago. Still do. I'll just live alone and croak someday. Whatever.
Alicia, seeing me go quiet, thinks I'm pondering and asks again: "If someone confessed to you, how'd you want it?"
"Not doing the dating thing."
"You can still imagine, right?"
She clings like glue, no matter how I dodge. Won't let up till I say something. Getting annoyed, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
"Dunno. A love letter, maybe? Straight-up confession feels embarrassing. Need time to prepare my heart or whatever."
".........Yeah?"
"Yup."
And that's it. No more talk till we reach the classroom. Hard to believe she was chattering the whole way. Weird, but whatever—if she doesn't feel like talking, can't force it. I shrug it off and open the door.
"......"
"......"
And there she is. Black hair, black eyes. Those signature slightly upturned eyes spot me, widen for a split second, then narrow into a death glare like she's about to growl.
Dana.
"Uh. Morning...?"
"Where were you yesterday."
"Huh? Rain, so."
"I was worried...!"
Oing? You do that kinda thing? I almost tease her, but her vibe kills it. Face all haggard, dark circles like she pulled an all-nighter. Obvious why: I didn't come back to the dorm. As my friend, she must've freaked. Meanwhile, I was at the hotel with Alicia, bathing, hugging in robes with no undies, groping, stroking, declaring my masochism while panting about loving belly punches... Ah. Stop thinking.
My conscience is stabbing me raw.
"Ahahaha."
"...Whatever. Fine."
She plays it super cool, like "as long as you're safe, cool"—which skewers my already guilty conscience like a shish kebab.
And the worst part? Alicia's watching this whole scene from behind, looking way too amused. Is "amused" even the word? There's a mischievous glint that doesn't suit her...
"Oh, Lily was with me yesterday—"
"Alicia!"
No. Can't let her say it. No idea why, but no. I clap a hand over her mouth—only for this crazy vixen to lick my palm. Eek! I yank back in shock.
Luckily, she doesn't spill more once freed. Unluckily, Dana's no idiot. Cutting off mid-sentence doesn't stop her from guessing...
"Together?"
"H-Hoeek... "
Scary, you're scary. That black aura...
"Last night?"
"W-Well, see..."
"Spit it out."
"A-Awawawa... "
One thing pisses me off: Alicia's smirking like she won. I shoot her a glare—you started this, fix it—but nope.
"Oh, gotta run. Stuff to do."
She saunters off all casual. Hey! Don't ditch me solo!
"Lily."
"Y-Yeah?"
"...Come here."
She grabs my wrist like before. No time to refuse—dragged to some deserted spot. Behind the school building, by the hill. Is she gonna bury me here? Her face is that serious. It's just one night out. What, you my girlfriend or something? As if.
Dana looks ready to devour me. Not a metaphor. Eyes terrifying...!
"With Alicia yesterday?"
"W-Wellll."
"Her place? You should've said. I had no idea..."
"H-Hotel, though."
"What?"
"Went to a hotel~."
I lay it on max cute, sticking out my tongue, winking with one eye. You know, dehet☆.
Silence.
...Hear me out. Honesty's best here. Lie now, get caught later—disaster. Alicia won't hide it anyway. Better rip the band-aid off, right? Strike first and all that...?
"... "
"... "
"Lily."
"Y-Yes?"
"Remember?"
"Huh?"
"Our promise."
Dunno. What promise? I tilt my head, and Dana's pupils dilate max, teeth grinding.
"You said... to no one else... your heart... hah."
"H-Hey, easy, your teeth'll shatter. Calm down...?"
"...If you don't cross... the line... neither will I...!"
I scratch my head. Did we? Kinda ring a bell.
"Uh. Sorry. Don't really remember..."
"What?"
"Kidding! I remember everything~."
Total lie, of course. No way I'd forget. Probably never will. Even if you do someday, I won't...
Huh? Dana? Why the fist? Nooo, stay back. Lily's breaking...!
"Die!"
"Guhk—?!"
Lily-chan got a belly punch first thing in the morning today. It hurts sooooo much, rolling on the ground hehe...