Sincere Cookies? Stop—This Classroom is Pure Yuri!
Stop with the sincere cookies—the whole world is yuri. No, at least this classroom is. These pure-yuri 100% girls are all huddled together, doing yuri things left and right. If this isn't yuri, then what the hell is?
Ah, yuri. The light of my life, the flame of my soul. My sin, my spirit.
"Ehehe, uhehehehe…."
Just like always, I'm leering at the girls and giggling to myself, and a few of my female classmates look like they're getting scared. Whatever. If they're too freaked out to come near me, that's even better.
I dive right back into what I was doing: observing the girls. Ah, Ruby. Nice, that's a solid 90/100 yuri move. Cheat on her. Make Citri jealous enough to lock her up and lesbian-train her into sex slavery.
Trisha too. Ugh, I've been noticing her more lately—she's so bold. Argh, don't let her just plop down on your lap like that. That kind of slutty shit, hoooo….
If anyone bothered to glance around where I'm sitting right now, they'd get why I call this classroom yuri incarnate. Yuri behavior is splattered everywhere, sloppy and thick.
Yuri behavior? Nothing fancy. It's just everything that can happen when two or more girls are together. Eye contact, chatting, breathing the same air in the same space. It's so hot my brain's gonna melt.
"…."
Especially her. Ngh. My lewd gaze, scanning the room like a perv, locks onto one spot.
This class is crawling with girls radiating yuri vibes. But if someone asked me to pick the sluttiest one of all—the undisputed queen of depravity—I wouldn't hesitate.
Serina.
"I brought snacks. Want some?"
"The bakery club said if I had someone to give them to, take 'em. Ehehe."
"Is it good? Really? …Actually, I made them myself. Feels nice…."
She's straight-up doing the "feed me ahhhn~" coquettish act right here in class. If that's not slutty, what is? Huh? It's a proposal. Marry me vibes. She's such a proper lady, baking cookies this good, so eat 'em quick and have her for dessert. Same as spreading her pussy and tempting you. You're such a filthy slut…!
"Serina, Serinaaa. Uhehehe…."
Imagining her mounting or being mounted is too easy—I can't even tell which. And that's what I love. Top or bottom? That is the question….
Ah, did I stare too hard? Serina must've sensed my desire—er, gaze—'cause she stops talking to the others and looks my way. Our eyes meet naturally, and she smiles at me, all sweet like always.
Ugh, don't smile like that. I get it, your smile's pretty. I get it, so why do you keep showing it just to me?
And then things get even more awkward for me.
Normally, that's where it ends. I stare like a creep, unable to resist my urges; she notices, meets my eyes, gives me that sweet smile. It's a routine, etched into my daily life.
She knows I freak out if she gets too direct with me, so she doesn't push further. Like I'm some pet that stresses hard if you touch it wrong.
Anyway, her consideration's nice, so I think highly of her.
But right now? Why? Uh-uh. Don't come over here.
Emboldened by her friends' "yummy!" reactions, she looks determined. Stop. And don't pull those cookies out of your bag. The packaging's different from what you gave the others. Anyone can tell those are sincere cookies.
The ones you handpicked the best of, packed pretty for your love interest. Don't waste 'em on a loser like meee…!
"Lily. Will you eat them…?"
Don't say something so misleading with that flushed face, you idiot! Not that I'd misunderstand, but you can't say that to the perv who was just fantasizing about your naked body, how pretty it'd look, rubbing pussies till I nearly came. Dumbass…!
"I made them thinking of you. Ehehe."
"H-hawawa, awawawawa…."
"Lily…?"
Serina tilts her head, puzzled, but all I can do is blabber like an idiot at her seductiveness. I know, okay? I know it's just sweet talk. No way she actually thought of me while baking. But that's what makes her sweetness so good. Every word from such a hot, elegant girl is so yuri, so lovable, what am I supposed to do?
"Ogegegek…."
I groan like my soul's leaking out my mouth. Every minute, every second this heavenly girl sticks to me feels like such a waste.
And then Serina—apparently not hating my pathetic state—suddenly tries shoving a cookie in my mouth.
…What?
"Ahhn—say ahh, Lily."
"Eh?"
"Hurryyy."
Hand-feeding me after unwrapping it herself? How high is your yuri power…? Next thing, she'll make me drink her bodily fluids or force-feed me. Huh? More than that—stop with the flirty eye-smile. Don't brush your finger against my lips when you feed me. Don't lick the cookie crumbs off your finger after "wiping" them on my lips. Stop, that's dirty, you can't—?!
"How is it…?"
"Ah? Eh?"
"Jeez, Lily. You gotta eat it."
I'd been staring at her like a moron, so at her scolding, I finally chomp down on the cookie in my mouth. Tasty. Not award-worthy, but solidly good.
Serina's watching me now, hands in prayer position. Waiting for my verdict, eyes full of expectation.
But I can't give her what she wants. I'm starting to realize it. This is too yuri.
If a lost lamb's acting out, shouldn't you scold her back onto the right path?
I recall my original vow. A TS girl crashing the yuri party is a sin.
And I act on it. I force out the fully chewed cookie that was seconds from going down. Spitting on the floor's gross, so I cup my hands and ptoo ptoo.
Before stunned Serina can react, I cut her off.
"Tastes bad."
"…Really?"
"Yeah. Like, zero flavor. Made me wanna puke."
"…."
Ughhk. No, that's not true. My conscience is stabbing me hard. Serina looks hurt. It's turning me on. No, pitiful. How'd she step on a landmine like me?
Her eyes beg me to say it's a joke, and it's heartbreaking, but I can't back out now. Someone's gotta sacrifice for the yuri world—praise the dark knight Lily….
I don't know when it started, but the whole class is staring at me and Serina now. Makes sense. This kind of stunt between girls? Deserves a hundred death glares.
Not just among girls—any group would curse me out. Some look at me like I'm trash. Nah, most do.
But I don't flinch. Mmm. This is going better than expected.
Yes. I'm trash. So stay away. Better than babbling cryptic crap like "I'm a TS girl, I can't yuri with you"—this advertises my shitty personality town-wide. Cuts off all those yuri flags coming my way. Perfect.
But this girl—she's no pushover.
"I'll make 'em even better."
"No, they suck."
"I'll keep making them till you like them. So…."
"Serina, it's not about—"
"I'd love if you kept eating them, Lily."
"…."
"Can't you…?"
No matter how wistfully she gazes, no means no. No. No. Absolutely not.
Stop with the hurt face and just curse me out already. "I hate you, you're gross!" Don't you have any pride? Reacting like this to outright rejection is weird. I'm just a hassle—lose interest already. So no.
"………Fine, whatever…."
"Yay!"
"What's so great…?"
"'Cause you said you'd eat them. I'm happy."
There's a limit to being pure-hearted. I try to snark back, but her genuinely thrilled face shuts me up.
More than that—don't sneak in the lewd innuendo. Sigh. How'd things end up like this?
I'm an idiot. If I was gonna get treated like trash, I should've cut her off clean. Got the trash treatment and failed to shake her. What a mess.
Aaaah. Pissing me off a bit.
As Serina turns and heads back to her seat, I glance at the cookie bits in my hands, hesitate, then slurp 'em right back up. And hate myself.
Am I a cow? Regurgitating? What a filthy bitch….
…No, they're tasty. Waste not. A little dirty? Whatever.
……Sigh.