Jumbo Squishy Super Rising Rainbow Parfait
Now that I say it, I absolutely love sweets. Like, ridiculously so. I can't even shut up about them. I psych myself up, spit a cookie out of my mouth, only to shove it right back in and go "mmm, delicious"—that pretty much sums it up.
"Lily. Wanna grab some parfait after class?"
"Yesss!"
"Fufufu..."
Wonder when it started? Maybe my brain, fried from constant yuri fantasies every waking moment, is just craving sugar. Sweets are my second favorite thing in the world. Of course, number one is yuri. I love girls who show me yuri just as much as I love people who buy me sweets. Alicia or Alicia or Alicia...
Huh? Wait, why am I alone with Alicia?
"Hah?!"
"What's up?"
"Wh-why am I with just Alicia...?"
"We're walking back from school."
"Yeah, but..."
"I wanted to treat you to something yummy."
"..."
"Parfait, remember?"
"...R-right, yeah."
Sweets being expensive is pretty much a law of nature. My stomach expands like crazy whenever sweets are involved, but with my puny allowance, I can't keep up. Especially those fancy parfaits at scenic cafés—they're ridiculously overpriced luxuries you can't even window-shop unless it's a special occasion.
So I'd pass by dessert cafés sucking my fingers enviously, but ever since I got tangled up with Alicia, I've scored them free so many times that my impression of her skyrocketed without me even realizing. Alicia is an angel. What else do you call a blonde blue-eyed yuri beauty who spends her own money on others without hesitation? I stare at her with sparkling eyes full of reverence, and she suddenly chimes in like she just remembered.
"Got your umbrella?"
"Huh? It's gonna rain? Didn't bring it..."
I glance at the sky—no clouds, perfectly clear. Doesn't look like rain.
"Me neither."
"...Oh?"
"Good."
What's "good" about not bringing an umbrella if it won't rain? I have no idea what Alicia's getting at. As I tilt my head in confusion, she stares at me with that doll-like face of hers, then suddenly smiles with half-lidded eyes.
Just like that day at the hotel.
"It'd be nice if it rained again."
"...Huh?"
Ah. A-ah, awawawa... What the—? She brought up the hotel last time. If it rains, no umbrellas, so let's go to a hotel again...
"Lily. Your face is red."
"No it's not? Seriously, absolutely not?"
"It is."
I'm totally not thinking about that day when we bathed together, hugged, groped each other, you breathed in my ear making me squeak, I whined that rainy days suck, gaslighting failed, and I ended up declaring myself a slutty masochist? Hmph, you clumsy bitch—angel status revoked. You're just a money fountain. I'm only hanging around out of necessity. Hotel this, hotel that—even if it floods, I'm never going again. My face flushes bright red with rage. Ears, nape, all of it. Rage. I'm pissed. So don't look at me with that smug face...!
"F-fine. I'm not going."
"Really?"
"I don't wanna be around you. Yeah. Dead serious."
"What a shame."
"...G-go hang with other girls instead..."
"Who?"
Obviously. Any pretty girl works. Dana, sure. Serina's fine too. Ruby, Trisha, Momo—anyone but me...!
"Guess I can't buy Lily her parfait today then."
"..."
"Aww. Such a pity."
"......"
She's reading lines from a textbook on purpose to mess with me, and it's so obvious, but I can't even open my mouth. Meanwhile, my inner self scolds me.
You idiot. No matter how much you love sweets, they can't compare to prime yuri. What're you gonna do getting more tangled with Alicia? Classroom clinginess is unavoidable, but after class, I need to slip away quick. Aren't you sworn as a yuri purist...!
"On second thought, no way—"
"Too bad. I was gonna get you ice cream too."
"..."
Kaboom. Wh-what...? I end up clutching the hem of Alicia's clothes tight.
......
"Alicia, you... I really hate you..."
"Yeah."
"Nom nom... Using what people like as bait? That's not fair. Lick lick..."
"You like it?"
"Duh...?"
Even if you stare like that, I'm not sharing. I shovel parfait and ice cream with the giant spoon, piling treats in front of me, while lecturing a suspiciously satisfied-looking Alicia nonstop.
Girls like this are no good. You can't buy everything with money. Only someone like me would fall for a mere parfait. If you wanna get close to girls, clash bodies and hearts—ideally, b-bodies first, heh heh heh... That kind of sincere advice.
Alicia, who's been listening quietly, suddenly pipes up like she just remembered.
"I've thought this since we first met."
"Hm?"
"Lily, your boobs are huge."
"...A-awawawa..."
Don't think stuff like that from the first meeting...!
"Seriously big."
"......"
I didn't ask to grow into a tit monster like this. But what can I do when they sprout like someone's been fondling them? A cup size up every few months, repeat a few times, and boom—here we are. I glare resentfully, and she's pondering innocently like, Is it 'cause she loves sweets? Her usual blank face makes it hard to tell if she's joking or serious. I pretend I didn't hear and poke at my parfait.
"Lily."
"Wh-what now...?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
"No."
"...So firm."
Just sitting next to me is already yuri no-no territory. Go sit across already. Don't you have any common sense? If I weren't focused on eating, I'd shove her off right now.
"You let Serina do it without a word."
"Serina's different."
"How?"
"Huh?"
"Why can't I?"
Are you a kid? Pouting 'cause of discrimination? Don't make faces that don't suit you. People might think I want to hold hands with Serina.
"Sh-she just grabs it all pushy-like..."
"Guess I can grab however I want then?"
"..."
I shake my head furiously. As I look up at her like I'm about to cry, Alicia backs off like she realizes she's being stubborn.
"...If you hate it that much, no helping it."
"Th-thanks..."
"No prob."
But what's there to thank? For not forcing my hand? I feel a bit pathetic about my situation. Snap out of it—and I realize I'm stuffed with parfait and ice cream from Alicia, bickering over hand-holding like an idiot. The world's dumbest moron is right here. Hair in childish pigtails, giggling like a fool over snacks, thanking her for not holding my hand. Did my IQ regress to toddler levels?
...Makes me wanna cry all of a sudden. As I sulk over my own antics, Alicia suddenly pats my belly over my clothes. Pat pat. Tap tap...
"Eating that much cold stuff might upset your stomach."
"...Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Makes sense. And letting her touch my belly a bit was already okayed days ago, so no big shock. Though she does it too often. No real feeling...
Honestly, I have no clue what she's after.
"Still, ugh, touching out of nowhere..."
"Don't want more ice cream?"
"Yeah, I do."
"..."
What? Why stop there? Like she's saying, figure it out yourself. Is that it? Stay still for belly rubs if I want more ice cream? Sounds like a good deal. Fine, touch away. Belly's no biggie...
That illusion shatters with a soft whoosh of breath on my earlobe.
I jolt, whipping my head from dessert to her side. Alicia's blue eyes brim with some unknowable emotion, lips curling up as she whispers,
"You say 'Please touch me.'"
"Huh?"
"Your stomach hurts, so 'Please touch me.'"
"What?"
"Lily. I'm teaching you proper begging."
"...N-no, even so, that's..."
What the hell? Mood shifted completely... Th-those eyes are scary. I've heard she's from some noble family, raised spoiled—does that make this natural? As I hesitate, she flashes that sunny smile like nothing happened.
And says,
"If you're done, shall we go?"
"..."
Too muuuch—! Blackmail, straight-up blackmail. You sneaky bitch. Blackmailing with food? You're the money fountain. Act like one and just buy it...!
Guess Alicia's got me all wrong. Thinks I'm some toy girl who'll do anything for treats—I'm a TS girl, girl tongue or not, but still human with basic dignity. I've had plenty of sweets, tired of playing dumb. While you're obsessed with pointless hand-holding and belly-pinching, I've gotten everything I want. Heh heh heh...
"Shall we?"
"...Wait."
"Hm?"
"Not that hungry anymore. Yeah. Already hit today's sugar quota."
"Lily. Look at me when you talk, not the ice cream."
"..."
"Lily?"
"B-but the Jumbo Squishy Super Rising Rainbow Parfait is calling me...!"
"You really want it, huh..."
Ugh... Yeah. I do. Still not enough. I love sweets... Who cares about human dignity? Does it buy ice cream? I hypnotize myself. I'm a moron. An idiot. A beast panting for ice cream...
L-Lily's... the girl who trades body contact for ice cream, sooo...
"Pl-please... touch me..."
And I devour the ice cream like mad. Felt kinda weird, but no big deal. Just poked my lower belly over clothes. If it were bare skin, I'd freak more, but this? Whatever.