Bladder on the Brink: Day Four Desperation
My bladder's about to explodeeeee! It's the fourth day since enrollment, and I'm pouting with a face as gloomy as if the world's ending. I was genuinely happy just yesterday. No, it's not that being surrounded by all these girls isn't blissful... but right now, worry's edging out the joy a bit.
My original plan—to hole up quietly in the corner like a potted plant, peeping—no, appreciating—the yuri vibes—is on the verge of shattering. Right now!
"You feeling okay today?"
The concerned voice is clearly aimed at me, and I can only clutch my throbbing head, hit with a migraine I've never felt before. It's the class topper, Alicia. The moment I stepped into the classroom this morning, she came right over, her gorgeous face full of worry as she said it.
"Yeah. Thanks to you."
I give a half-hearted reply and head to my usual corner spot, but the class topper has no intention of letting me go—she starts trailing right behind me. How am I supposed to sneak peeks at the girls like this? I was planning to burn that fresh, innocent vibe from our first days of the semester—when we barely know each other—into my eyes and savor it forever. I pout again.
Watching my expression, the class topper asks once more if I'm okay.
"You don't look good?"
"…."
Yeah. Because of you. I don't spit it out, though. It's not about reading the room or anything—it's just the best way to handle this mess. A girl like her—pretty face, rich, smart, blessed by the yuri goddess in every way, the ultimate all-rounder—has probably never been rejected in her life, never heard "I don't like you." Saying it would just pique her interest more, obviously.
In that sense, yesterday was a mistake. Look at this. I just said no a few times, and now she's clinging already. Hate it. Really hate it. I hate how she's wasting her talents. If she's gonna shower attention on someone, direct it at other girls. Leave me alone. Pretty please.
I shoot her a glare as my face twists through a dozen expressions, and she just watches me like it's amusing. God, I really hate her. But...
"Pfft."
One laugh, and all my resentment melts away. I'm mesmerized, staring at her smiling face. Damn it, you think a pretty face and a pussy made for grinding gets you off the hook? Only someone like me would forgive you for that. Lucky bitch...
"Ah. Seriously..."
I scratch the back of my head and meet her eyes. Gotta show some spine. I clocked that she's the type who gets more fired up if you don't play along—like, who do you think you are? So I opt for the right mix of words to shoo her off. Somehow sensing I'm ready to talk, she drags a chair over and sits right next to me. Quick on the uptake, huh.
"You usually kinda frail?"
"Nah."
"Then yesterday..."
"Guweeeek."
Arghhh! Don't bring that up! I barely slept last night because of that nightmare. In the dream, the class topper kept repeating I like you, I like you, I like you a hundred, a thousand times—the worst nightmare in human history. It's not that I'm weak; it's that you said something ridiculous. What's there to like about me? I know it's not sexual. Girls say that stuff casually to each other. But the problem is me hearing it.
She's too natural about it. Or is it calculated? Her signature pussy-trap move? If so, wrong target. Damn, really, if it wasn't me, I'd be clutching my pounding heart, swooning ohhh, ohhh in bliss...! A perfect beauty declaring she's about to hit rock bottom? How do you not faint? Aang? Maybe it's not too late. Don't hang with her. Don't get involved. Don't even look at her pussy.
As devastating as it is to miss out on this perfect girl's pussy party, it's a million times better than letting some gross TS girl taint pure yuri.
"Hey. You listening?"
Should I tell her to back off? Nah, backfire. From the looks of it, she'd just cling harder. And I'm not tough enough to shut her down cold. So what now? Strip off my panties and piss myself? Scare her off good. Even if she's curious, no girl wants to deal with a psycho spraying urine in class.
"…."
Huh, piss. Not a bad idea? With that thought, I steel myself to trade my dignity for pure yuri. I relax the muscles in my tense body—especially my lower half—from this one-on-one with the class topper. Deep breaths. Yeah. Gonna let it go. Really gonna...
"Hey."
"Cut it out. She's uncomfortable."
I would've really done it if Dana hadn't butted in to mediate. What the hell? What's her deal? She usually ignores my mood even when she knows it.
"Uncomfortable? Because of me?"
"Yeah."
"You sure it's not your imagination?"
"Why don't you get your eyes checked?"
Ah, fuck. Not piss. The girls. Two bickering beauties. Damn, black-haired delinquent x blonde princess combo—what a matchup! So pretty, so perfect together. Yeah. Fight. Go all out, naturally start grinding pussies, loser’s the first to cum. I'll judge...
Just gonna watch, really just watch!!
….
Ah, fuck. Real piss this time. Controlling a bladder that's already let loose is a nightmare. I'm an idiot. The ultimate moron who can't savor a yuri event right in front of him because of some piss.
Just go for it. Screw dignity.
"Hey. What's wrong?"
Dana checks my face at the perfect—worst—moment, or I'd have pissed everywhere. I huff, barely snapping my wits back. What the hell was I about to do? Ruin Dana and the class topper's first convo with a piss party? Gross. Shameless. Don't. I won't. Toilet. Need to piss so bad…!
"Where you going all sudden?"
Don't grab me, you freak! Even if I hate it, fine—but always slapping my belly aside, now messing with my piss control? Save it for your girlfriend. Not innocent meee…!
I try shaking off Dana's grip on my shoulder, but she's way stronger. My shoulder's gonna shatter—!
My vision's going white. My brain's broken, looping fragments: piss, shoulder, bladder, yuri, sex, pussy, polar bear.
Ah, aaaah, Dana, you bitch, toilet, can't go...
"H-heuk…."
"What’s your deal?"
This stubborn bitch won't let go till she figures it out. She's got that iron-will personality.
"Spit it out."
Childhood friend perks—she knows how to handle me. Heh heh, after 10+ years with a gross yuri-obsessed TS girl, anyone'd learn. She's pushed me to the brink before, forcing words out. This time too. Won't release till I explain.
So I sharpen my last shred of sanity like a blade. Hunched over from the bursting bladder, I look up at her with my ugly mug, eyes brimming, pleading.
"I, I, ugh, h-heuk, n-need to, to pee… so bad…."
Stuttering like an idiot? Was I secretly retarded? Pee? Say "piss" like a man. Or at least "urine."
"…."
Dana's shocked by my retard-level display. Mouth agape, blinking hard. Something unreadable swirls in her jet-black eyes.
Whatever. Her grip loosens completely, and the second I notice, I bolt out of the classroom straight to the bathroom.
Finally in a stall, I wipe tears.
"Hweeeeng…!"
So embarrassing, tears are pouring. Wanna die. No, don't wanna die. How hard did I earn this yuri view? Die after graduation. Hate them. Dana and class topper. Please, pleeeease don't waste your talents. Change the climate instead of hanging with trash like me. Just let me watch. Please let me watch. Ah, piss won't stop, how much is this…!
I spend ages in the stall, bawling top to bottom, praying for Dana x Alicia pussy vibes.