A Depraved Yuri Dream
"Lily. I like you." The lips draw close. Closer still. They brush my cheek. The hands fumbling over my body grow bolder. They slide toward my secret spot, caressing it softly. Right in front of me is a girl's face. A blooming beauty. The perfect specimen for yuri. Even though her features are a blur, my brain's already clocked it.
No. Stay away. I'm a TS girl. Trash. Dummy, you'll get filthy. Huh? D-don't...
I thrash wildly, but it's like my whole body's wrapped tight in thorn-vines—I can't budge an inch. She doesn't like my resistance; her touches turn even bolder. No, more like violent now. She crushes my soft tits like she's trying to flatten them, first time for that. Strangles my throat, slaps my cheeks, punches my gut... It hurts, definitely hurts, but it feels so good, the tormented spots tingle and throb sweetly, so I shriek kyaa then before I know it, I'm moaning ungh, yeah, totally lost in it...
Who knows how many hours it's been. Finally, she leans in for my mouth. I twist away, but smack, right on my lips this time, unlike before. Horrific guilt surges up my spine. I've defiled this girl, regret and grief crashing through me like a lament. But she doesn't care; her tongue slips past my lips, tangling with mine... Wait, why's her tongue feel so weird? The moment it hits me something's off, I bolt awake with a scream.
"Uwaaaaaaaaah—!!"
I sit up drenched in sweat. Whew. A dream, right? Has to be. If I really got tangled with a flower-like girl, sucking and kissing and hitting and taking hits, I'd... I'd hang myself. For real!
"What're you doing, idiot."
"I-I gotta die. The yuri goddess is pissed. Better off self-immolating now than getting burned at the stake by the zealots. Farewell, world...!"
"Shut up and sleep."
Dana's grumbling reply tells me it was just a dream. Thank god. I quit my dramatics and pat my pounding chest. What a relief. Real relief. Can't hang myself yet—not when the girls at school are putting on those irresistible pussy shows. Huek, hueeeek. After some deep breaths, I calm down and turn to Dana, who's staring at me.
"Dana. Dana."
"Sleep."
"Got a question."
"What."
"Do girls get wet dreams too?"
"...Kuhk, kek, kehek...!"
Dana hasn't even had water, but she's hacking like she's choking, pounding her flat—no, her chest. That embarrassing? C'mon, I'm just curious.
"Kelok, kuh... Y-you, gonna say something weird again?"
"Not weird at all."
"Then why ask that outta nowhere."
"Dana. Y'know, I... I..."
"Quit stuttering. Spit it out."
"I'm... horny as fuck, I guess."
I mumble small from the shame, and Dana stares at me like I'm the dumbest thing ever.
"Had a dirty dream, so it felt weird... Am I the only one?"
"...".
She just stares forever without answering. Now I'm embarrassed. Ugh, so cringe. Can't say "horny" to a friend. Fine, change topics.
"Anyway, Dana. Why're you up?"
"...".
I woke from a nightmare, sure, but it's way too early for her. No answer again. Probably my scream woke her. I pull the covers over my head, praying no more bad dreams, and try to sleep.
...
Morning commute to school. Ah. Forgot my sunglasses. Can't focus like this. How am I supposed to legally ogle the girls?
Suddenly, yesterday flashes back. Flower fortune and Alicia. And...
—Take care of her. Lily.
Alicia said it so boldly. Her smirk, like she'd drawn the short straw between bullying or doting, still burns in my mind. But to me? Just cute high schooler antics. Not underestimating her, though. I know how vicious "innocent" kids can get. No naive adult here. I've been through it—still am. If I didn't get it now, I'd be the real idiot.
I've built tolerance to bullying. Minor stuff won't faze me. But doting? That's worse. As a total outsider craving isolation amid gorgeous yuri girls, it's actually a win. Flower fortune wasn't a dud—it was the jackpot. For real. I'd streak naked before the yuri god to prove my purity if needed...!
Lost in serious thought, my tormentor Alicia sneaks up.
"Feeling okay today?"
"Yeah."
"Hehe..."
I'll play along as much as you want. Every start has an end. That's my plan. She'll get bored of bullying and bail. Then I can park in the corner, living my dream campus yuri voyeur life. Yahoo...!
I grin confidently...
...
"S-stop, ugh, Alicia, nooo...!"
"Looked like you were ready for it."
"Embarrassing. So humiliating...!"
"Everyone does this. Don't overreact."
"...".
Alicia's "bullying" isn't violent. Total misread. I'd figured slaps, class isolation, toilet mop-water dumps, thumbtacks on chairs—now I'm in full panic.
On her lap? Never saw that coming... This isn't bullying. She's messing with me...!
I flail, and she blows in my ear. Bitch knows it's my weak spot from the hotel—uwagyagyaek!
"Hyaaak..."
"Lily melts from the tiniest ear touch."
"H-huuuh..."
Didn't know "bullying" meant this! Punishment for a TS girl? Burn me. Burn alive! Yuri purists worldwide will tear me apart and feed me to dogs...!
Like a schoolgirl groped for real—wait, I am—I finally escape, fix my clothes, and face her seriously. Adult advice time.
"Y-you can't do this."
"Yeah."
"Touching... fine for other girls, but not me. Got it, Alicia."
"Yeah."
"So stay back and talk. Please?"
"Yeah."
"...You get what I'm saying?"
"Nope."
So what? It's your bullying—your feelings don't matter? Total that vibe. I just wanna cry. What kinda girl is she? Be a proper yuri girl and rub pussies with others...!
Like that cocky Dana glaring daggers—go tease her! I'll cheer...!
Thinking I'm overreacting, Alicia sighs.
"Won't touch sensitive spots."
Say that now? So much to say, but I'm too stunned. Meanwhile, she plops me on her lap again... I choke down tears and grudgingly accept.
"No ears. Hate it..."
"Okay?"
"Cheeks too, ah, face no."
"Yeah."
"Kyaa, shoulders—wait, where're you—hiyak...!"
"Not here?"
"Obviously not...!"
"Here?"
"Hi-kyaak?!"
"Here?"
"Ah, ah, ah, n-no, none...!"
Alicia's pissed at my freakouts.
"Where can I touch?"
"The whole idea's wrong...!"
"Why?"
"Just... no. From the start... ugh."
"This okay?"
"Th-that one's... least bad?"
Touching a noble yuri beauty anywhere's a death sentence, but one's tolerable. Belly. Gentle strokes below navel over clothes, or a firm press—not too sensitive, and more vetoes might make her snap and do whatever. Fine, that much.
Think positive. Serina and I held hands at that handjob cream frenzy—belly's nothing. Sigh. Touch away. What's fun in groping trash like me? You'll tire soon.