My Stomach Feels Weird
A week has passed since Alicia's first tutoring session, and my stomach feels weird. As expected, her claim of being busy was a total lie. She sticks to me almost every day after classes to check my homework—what busyness? There's one week left until exams. I've been slacking off, figuring the top student's tutoring would carry me through without much effort, but now I'm starting to get antsy. Am I really this dumb...? It just won't stick in my brain...
Alicia seems to be thinking the same thing.
"...Lily. What's one plus one?"
"Ugyaaak."
Don't get the wrong idea—this isn't about actually failing basic 1+1 problems. She's just being sarcastic. Or maybe not even sarcastic. There's no hint of mockery or disdain on her face. And that makes it worse. She's genuinely thinking, It's just 1+1 level stuff—why can't she get it?
I play dumb.
"M-maybe I'm low on sugar~?"
"You said the same thing yesterday, and we ended up ditching study time to get parfaits."
"Ehehe. It was delicious..."
"And then we called it a night."
"It was getting too late."
"No more starting today."
"..."
Tch. Isn't there a tutor out there who can teach with examples like, "Not one plus one—what happens when two girls roll around in bed?" I'd nail it: "A baby pops out, so the answer's three~" Full marks, ready to go.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
"No more playing dumb."
"I can't focus...!"
There's a reason for my distraction. Exams are a week away for everyone, not just me. The school library is buzzing with students cramming, and for someone like me who loses her mind at the sight of girls, it's the absolute worst study environment. They'd get better results making me study in a casino.
Oh. What's that girl's name over there studying across from me? Hiding her hotness behind those thick glasses. Bet her pussy feels amazing...
"Lily."
"Hah? N-no, it just slipped out..."
"Sigh."
"...Th-that bad, huh...?"
Making the class topper's poker face crack with a frustrated sigh—aren't I kinda impressive? ...That's what I try to tell myself.
Alicia looks thoughtful for a sec, then—for once—says something positive.
"It's fine. Even if you flunk the exam."
"No. I can't. A male teacher might... Uwweeeek..."
"You don't need to study, Lily."
"Huh...?"
"If you end up homeless, just come work as a maid at my place."
Wait, she has maids at home? How loaded is her family? I kinda suspected from the pricey snacks she splurges on, but still. A maid?
The unexpected word throws me for a loop.
"I'll study..."
And just like that, I tuck tail and bury my head in the textbook.
About two minutes pass like that when my yuri radar starts beeping like crazy.
Oh. Someone's approaching that glasses girl from earlier. She's tall. Total gal vibe. Not sure if "gal" is even a thing in this world or era, but anyway. She doesn't fit the library at all. Looks like she'd never touch a book—why's she here? Oh, obvious reason. She wants a piece of that glasses girl...
"...Uhok, uhihihi..."
She looks so weak. Total pushover. If glasses girl shows a hint of her true colors, she'll get her pussy wrecked, submit completely, sweat beading on that tanned skin, moaning from the slightest rub, and eventually whimpering, "I'm sorryyy, please forgive me this once, it hurts when I cum~" in the cutest way for a fantasy one-night show...
"Eek?!"
"You said you'd study—focus."
Alicia's hands are too close. She grabs my cheeks and stretches them out!
"Ow, it huuurts..."
"..."
"Ugh, my cheeks are gonna fall off, stooop."
"..."
"Y-your finger, it's touching my lips...?"
"..."
With my cheeks yanked like this, the outer side of her thumb keeps brushing my lips. So slobbery. Gross. Don't get your dirty stuff on me. Even as I glare at her with that face, Alicia shows no sign of letting go. Am I imagining it, or is she doing it on purpose...?
"Alicia...?"
"Yeah."
"C-can you let go now?"
"Sure."
Surprisingly obedient. It started as punishment for a brat, but the vibe's gotten weird. A melancholic air that shouldn't flow between yuri girl x TS girl settles between us.
Ugh, I hate this stuff. Guess I need to give her a real scolding. Can't yell in the library, so I lean in close with my scariest face.
"Listen, Alicia."
"Yeah."
"You can't do this."
"Why not?"
"You might get pregnant."
"What?"
"Lucky we're both girls. Normally, girls get pregnant just from mucosal contact..."
"..."
"Kidding, kidding. Don't look at me like I'm an idiot..."
Yuri world common sense doesn't translate at all. This is reality. Brutal...! Why can't mucosal contact fertilize eggs and pop out a baby girl? Waaah.
"Let's just study..."
"Get this wrong, and I'll grab your cheeks again."
"What?!"
No way. For the chastity of my blooming yuri beauty Alicia, I rack my brain to its limit. Scribble scribble scribble—two minutes later, done.
"...You got it right."
"Don't look so disappointed."
"I could've impregnated you."
"As if...?"
I shoot her a death glare. Has she been corrupted by TS exposure? If so, I'm really...
"Kidding."
"Phew."
"You can't get pregnant from that."
"Right?"
Yeah. Hope so. But if it's a joke, at least smirk. Saying it deadpan like a doll—who'd know?
Just as I'm sighing in relief, Alicia leans in whispering, "Are we quiet enough?" and casually rests her hand on my stomach. I arch my back a bit to make it easier for her.
Oh. Time to pay up already?
Like I thought at first, I have no clue what this is about or why she does it. It's just my stomach. Is it because it's the only spot I allow? Not even skin-on-skin, not like Dana's punches—gentle rubs, pokes, presses. What's the point?
I stare blankly at her hand circling my lower belly when she suddenly says,
"Pregnancy happens here, right?"
"Huh?"
Her usually expressionless face cracks a smile, distracting me for a sec—I blank out.
...No, idiot? Common sense: girls can't impregnate each other. She's been hit by my TS vibes. Or maybe she's a sheltered princess who doesn't know how babies are made. Where to even start? Girls take seed in their womb—ugh, too much. Making me say non-yuri things. Anyway, the womb...
"Hng...?"
Wait, what was that? Just now? A hot flush rises, brain goes white...
From where she's touching, spreading through my whole body—huh? Huh?
"W-wait a sec."
"Yeah?"
"Something feels off. No, my body's just not great today."
"Oh?"
Can't quite define it—first time feeling this. Pain? Weird? More like... achy? I grab her arm. Don't wanna show my face, so I hang my head.
What did you do? Stop. Idiot.
Alicia watches me quietly. Time dragging makes me antsy. Then suddenly, she slips her arm free without a hint of regret.
"Guess that's it for studying today?"
"...Yeah."
...
...
...
Back at the dorm, I poke my stomach for no reason. Feels normal. Just a bit sore from the bruises.
My hand? Maybe that's why. I slump to the floor and rub against the bed edge. One minute, three, ten...
"Nothing..."
Was it really pain? No way—I hate endings where I miss school from stomachache. Ogling girls is my life's joy...!
"What're you doing, idiot."
As I roll around groaning, Dana—who'd been quietly reading—says that.
Idiot, huh. Fair, probably looked dumb. Come home from studying just to rub my stomach on the bed—not sex, bed-stomach frottage.
Still harsh. Dana's mouth is filthy.
Oh, good idea.
I glom onto her.
"Dana. Danaaa."
"Please don't bug me while I'm reading..."
I don't wait—hike up my shirt, bare my belly. Her eyes flick from the page to me. Then Dana closes her book, knowing exactly what I want, and raises her fist.
"No, no, no, no!"
No, I didn't mean hit me...!