I Hate It When I Intrude in a Yuri Story
Am I being too reckless lately? I wonder.
Why am I suddenly thinking that? Well, even if the ice cream was being held hostage, the image of me acting like a total idiot, going "ehehe, Ruby, touch my tummy plz," is burned deep into my brain.
I kick at the blankets wildly while starting to replay every single thing I've done since enrollment. It begins with getting punched by Dana, then the class topper suddenly approaches, I almost piss myself, the sweet girl comes over and I get a nosebleed, I'm treated like a frail beauty, I sexually harass Dana and get hit again, I get tangled up with Alicia, I roll around holding hands all sloppily with Serina, I ignore the bullying disguised as a love letter, I witness Ruby and Citri kissing right in front of me, Serina catches me, I whine about wanting sex and my lust explodes into dirty fantasies...
I decide to stop thinking there. Recalling stuff like boldly declaring myself a masochist at the hotel with Alicia, spitting out then re-eating the cookies Serina gave me, hugging Dana after teasing her as princess—any more of that, and my human dignity crumbles to dust.
"Y-yeah, I've definitely been too reckless...!"
Surely I was fine just on the first day of school. How did things end up like this...? Where did that me from a month ago disappear to—the one who only planned to stealthily peep at girls getting yuri-tangled?
Dana, Alicia, Serina. Not one or two, but three of them approaching me, trying to get involved. It has to be my problem. And lately, with that jealousy-fueled mix of the three fighting. Well, Serina didn't fight...
Actually, a girl like Serina is the most dangerous. She shoves in that sweet face, smiles all pretty to paralyze a yuri fanatic like me, then "sob sob," squeezes my hand like crazy, keeps cooing "cute cute," and "uwaaaah..."
Above all, the escalating skinship is the issue. Once Serina opens the floodgates, Alicia jumps in like she was waiting, groping every which way. And I end up permitting tummy touches... What's so great about touching a belly anyway?
I roll up my top and gently stroke the area below my navel, but yeah, no real sensation. The soft, protruding outer part that's so girly feels nice to poke, sure. But Alicia doesn't knead; she taps. Totally different vibe. Why does she always wanna touch whenever there's a chance?
"Hmm."
No matter how I think about it, I don't get it. I decide to focus on a more practical problem instead.
If I'm the problem, if I've been too reckless and that's why things are like this, the solution's simple. Just stop being reckless. Maybe my whole attitude was wrong. At the start of the semester, while everyone was eyeing each other to pick friends, maybe my "I don't care about friends, kids, heh heh heh" vibe ironically drew some girls' attention. And then, the second they poke me, I go "hoeeek, eek, ueee, ogogok," jumping like a cat seeing a snake—how could that not spark interest?
Ah. That's the issue. I overreacted too much. I should've just ignored anyone talking to me or stayed quiet. Good thing I realized now.
So from today, no matter who touches me, I'll ignore them. Resolved.
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"Lily. Can I touch your boobs?"
"......"
"I'm gonna touch?"
"Nooooooo-!"
"Ah. Finally."
I was gonna ignore her. But, b-but, she said boobs—how am I supposed to stay still...! No, I did ignore. I ignored for a good long while. Right after arriving at school, I blew off Alicia's "you okay today?" question, stared desperately at the fully bloomed cherry tree by the window, and no matter what Dana, Alicia, or Serina said next to me, I kept my mouth shut tight, not replying once.
But why, why did it turn out like this...? At that point, they should've gotten offended and left. I was blatantly ignoring them. At least go hang out among yourselves...
—Lily looks like a doll today.
It started when Alicia peered down at me with a "hmph" after I sat frozen in my chair, not even blinking no matter what she said.
After that, well... I really got treated like a doll. They poked and prodded everywhere. Serina grabbed my hand like always and even laced our fingers. Alicia started with just poking... Ah. Can't say it myself. My whole body's a mess of shame now. Uniform all disheveled from all the touching—especially my belly, it's wrinkled enough to need re-ironing.
Only Dana glanced once like she didn't care and turned away. Man, was I grateful. Relatively speaking. Ah, my friend after all... Would've been nice if she'd helped a bit. But ever since that fight, she avoids even talking to Alicia, so I couldn't ask.
One funny thing: Alicia was watching Dana's reaction. Using me as bait, like "don't you care?"—pestering persistently, almost like she was gauging her...
...Ah? Insane.
My inner yuri circuit lights up spectacularly. I-is this... jealousy bait? No, no. Dana and Alicia aren't at that stage yet, right?
Think differently then. She likes her deep down, they end up fighting by chance, too awkward to talk directly, so she pokes at her pair's friend casually, amps up the skinship like it's nothing, makes her mind it, pulls her attention that way...?
"......"
G-good... A relationship starting from misunderstanding. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten, but their visuals are killer too...! Cupid Lily charges forth.
If that's really it, even a sliver of possibility, I'll sacrifice myself no problem. It's not like my body's wearing out from a little touching. And it doesn't even lead to me getting paired up...!
Yeah, touch away, touch... No, not there, ugh, ah, st-stop. Wh-what are you touching?
"Eek?!"
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...
The price for getting lost in fantasy and forgetting she mentioned boobs was brutal.
"S-sorry... Stop, I don't like this kind of thing..."
No, it almost was. When I couldn't take it anymore, teary-eyed and sniffling "sorry for ignoring, explain what happened," they finally relented...
I trembled like a yuri girl who'd been assaulted, apologizing profusely. Sorry, Dana. I ruined your love life. But if you'd shown even a bit more interest, reacted a little, I wouldn't be in this state. No, yeah, my bad, a hundred times my bad, I should've endured to the end to pair you with Alicia, but when she really goes for the boobs, what was I supposed to do...! Sob. Exposed. Lily's body's been ransacked. By prime yuri beauties, no less. I'm trash. The epitome of gross TS girls. No different from those repulsive pervert bastards who play innocent, shove their bodies forward to lure people in, realizing their sleazy selves under a pretty girl skin—pure male inside, lust lumps that make you puke.
If that's how it is...! Let's die. Burn my body for atonement. Confess sins to the yuri goddess and vanish from the world. Become a star in the sky, forever watching yuri girls rub their pussies...
I trudge home, soul utterly drained...
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But today's trials aren't over yet. Am I Hercules or something? Why so many ordeals...!
Groooaaar. This much groping should've been enough. What more do you want from me?
I spot Serina waving from the alley on the way home, and despair hits. Enough, no more...
"Lily. Come here."
"......"
"There's a kitty!"
"K-kitty?"
And sure enough, there was. A white cat in the alley corner. Somehow climbed a tree way too high to jump from safely, now meowing anxiously, clueless how to get down. Serina must've spotted it on her way home and was pondering how to help.
"Wh-what do we do...?"
"......Beats me?"
Like I have a brilliant answer. Climb the tree myself? As if. Don't underestimate this body's athleticism. Just look at these uselessly huge tits—tells you it's impossible.
The dilemma doesn't last. Someone else'll save it. Not me. I'm useless anyway; sticking around just wastes time. Plus, being alone with Serina's dangerous.
I try to slip away quietly, but... the cat jumps. Straight at me. Fearless. Lands on my face.
Not "lands"—that's too graceful. More like splat, or smack.
"Lily?!"
"Kyaaaagh, it hurts, hurts! This crazy, crazy cat...!"
Took it to the face, fuck. Good thing the cat looks fine...
"It must like you, Lily."
"......Hoo."
Lucky it's kitten-sized, or my facial bones might've cracked. For real...!
But why's it sitting on my boobs? Not every soft fluffy spot's a cushion. Somehow ended up cradling it between my tits. Cocky little thing. Wait, up close, it's kinda cute. I stroke unconsciously, and it meows cutely, staring up—yeah, hits the spot.
Then I notice Serina fidgeting like crazy. Alternating glances between me and the cat, pouting like she's super displeased, face suddenly beet red from some imagination—who knows.
Why, what now. Making me anxious.
"Lily, do you... like cats...?"
"Huh? Well."
If it's like or dislike, then like, I guess...?
"......"
"S-say something."
"......Um, our house has."
"Huh?"
"...We have a cat at my house too..."
I just blink at her. So what? Can't say that to such a sweet girl.
Serina takes a deep breath, "huff, fuu," steels herself, and says it.
"Wanna come see the cat...?"
What?