Exams Over, Back to Yuri Bliss and Belly Rubs
Exams are finally done. Two months into school. I stare down at my graded test paper and grin triumphantly.
"Ufufufufu…."
Ahahaha, ohohoho, uhehehe…. I passed. Barely scraping by again this time. But who cares about the score? As long as I don't need extra classes, that's what matters. I really don't want to end up alone with that damn male student teacher who's infiltrated our sacred girls' school and mysteriously die from some bullshit disease.
Anyway, mood's on top. I'm bouncing around with my test paper when Alicia approaches from the corner of the classroom.
"Looks like you did well."
"Yeah! Average of 55 points!"
"……."
No way. I tutored her? What the hell is this girl? Some once-in-a-generation airhead spawned by the era?
Alicia definitely gave me that look. Or maybe it's just my persecution complex. Whatever, passing is passing. Now I can hole up in the corner, quietly fantasizing about yuri without a care.
Sunglasses, where'd I put my sunglasses? Oh. Forgot to bring 'em…. Oh well. I'll just peep anyway. Roll my eyeballs around and ogle the girls. Call it a reward for cramming my dumb brain all week.
"Hehihihihihi…."
Aah, sexual harassment is the best…. Not my fault. If it's anyone's, it's these pretty girls'. Right? They laugh haha-ho ho, chat and touch each other, share everyday stories—how am I not supposed to look? They're the ones providing the bait, so peeping's fair game.
With those creepy ohok, ohok, ohohoho laughs echoing, I bask in my reclaimed peace.
When did Ruby get so pretty? Pussy vibes really make girls glow. Between Citri and Ruby, who's the bottom? Personally, I love the idea of Citri—the one who seems dominant at first glance—getting topped. The cliché of a haughty girl getting reversed in bed, her pussy stuffed full, whimpering "stop, please, ahn ahn"…. I love it….
"Guess you won't be going to the library anymore."
"Huh?"
Alicia suddenly states the obvious from beside me. Exams are over. Your usefulness ends here. Deep down, I want her to get back to her real job now. Seducing Dana. Crushing Dana. Raping Dana. Ah. Wrong word. No rape in yuri land. Forced scissoring, maybe. Anyway, fuck her. Once she turns Dana into a bottom, whatever she did is forgiven—so get to it.
"Lily. Why are you staring like that?"
"W-When did I…."
Ah. Alicia's got other uses too. My wallet. Lets me grope her belly and she showers me with cash like a sucker. Exams over, so maybe she'll suggest dessert again. Parfait, ice cream, cake—anything works. I'm game to hang out.
I find myself staring at Alicia's hand without realizing. Five pale, slender fingers stretched straight. Nails super short. Perfectly manicured, no rough edges—almost obsessively so. Wasn't like that at first. My imagination? I've never stared this closely before.
The hand moves. My eyes follow naturally. Right, left, up, down, whoosh whoosh. I tilt my head and even lean my upper body forward to keep observing Alicia's hand…. Ah? I snap out of it right after, realizing I'm acting like a cat mesmerized by a catnip tree. Hell, I'd even stretched out my hand to grab her arm.
Alicia looks at me with satisfaction, letting out a pleased "hmph," then brings her moving hand to my head and pats it lightly.
"Good job."
I'm annoyed. Don't do that to me. And not there. Lower. Way lower. Not that I want pets, but…. I get what she wants. The one getting wet should submit, right? So I open my mouth first, like she expects.
"Hey, Alicia, exams are done, so wanna grab something yummy…."
"Ah. Sorry. Busy."
Thud. No fucking way. I'd been looking forward to this. She hasn't taken me out in a week, claiming I always act up. So she'd buy after exams, right? I'd been waiting so looooong…!
I probably made a face like ugh, heh, full of unspoken gripes. Alicia's eyes curve into crescents watching me. Just like right before she hugs me at the hotel.
"Lily. You're gonna cry."
Treating me like an idiot. As if I'd tear up over no sweets. Get real. Unless I'm a five-year-old toddler.
Alicia glances at the wall clock. Seems to ponder a bit, then speaks again.
"A quick one might be okay."
"Huh?"
"Wanna go? To celebrate your… passing exam."
Hate how she won't even say I did well. Have some empathy for us dummies.
"Yeah!"
Still the best. … … …
After school again. I stick to Alicia's side like a puppy, heading to our usual dessert spot. The owner auntie spots her regular and smiles warmly. Even says she was worried we hadn't come lately. "Exams kept us busy," I reply, taking a seat. Alicia sits across from me.
"Huh?"
Why the change? She always plops right beside me, playing innocent like "I wasn't raised right, don't know social norms~" or whatever. Guess someone drilled manners into her pussy. Surprising, but no biggie. Parfait time—beside or across, who cares.
But Alicia's weird behavior didn't stop there. Ten minutes after our orders arrive, as I'm shoveling desserts my way, I sneak peeks at her.
"What?"
"N-Nothing…."
"Jumbo… something? You don't have to eat the sherbet?"
"Ah, if you're buying, yeah. I'll eat it."
Whine like a kid—"buy this, buy that, I want it all"—and desserts multiply. Nice, but….
I glance at Alicia, who's staring out the window. Not even looking at me. Usually she'd bore holes into my face. Finally, I blurt out what I'd been mulling.
"Hey. You don't have to touch my belly today?"
"Huh?"
Not just chit-chat. She'd always grope my belly like it was payment for her favors. Even yesterday—exams done, no more library tutoring fees, but she'd cover desserts, and I dunno why my gut's so appealing, but nothing's free, so fine….
"You can touch all you want…."
"…."
"If you don't want to, ugh, no need."
"Want me to?"
"No, that's not what I—"
"You want me to touch you?"
"…."
Her blue eyes gleam strangely as they curve slyly, scanning me. Roleplay? I'm already done for, but if you want it, no choice. That "beg if you want it so bad" vibe—what's with that? Like last time, grovel "please touch me"? Cringe. This mood doesn't suit me. Too childish.
I decide to play bold. Touch if you want. Your loss if not. Desserts are already in my belly—what now?
"…."
Wait, don't come closer now. I hike up my top and tug down my skirt to make it easy. Same old routine. Her hand—from my school observation—heads straight to my lower belly. Tap, tap. That's the start.
Like handling a new toy—or fragile glass art—she moves so delicately. Just that, and my belly, stuffed with cold sweets, heats up instantly.
Ugh, weird feeling. When she presses firmly with the base of her palm near the thumb—hyah!—I moan without meaning to.
"Uh…."
So embarrassing. Over this…? Her touches grow bolder, like telling me not to think of anything else. Pressing in rhythm—squish squish—vibrations ripple through me, and I let out dumb sounds: hng, hah, ugh, heh.
Alicia grins mischievously, pleased. No room to complain—nerves locked on my belly, that bizarre sensation about to break me, reduced to hot sighs….
At some point, I'm clutching her arm tight. Head bowed to hide my stupid face, clinging as hard as possible. Like the world's waves are sweeping me away, her arm's my only anchor—gripping with all my strength, hating the floating white-hot void, squeezing tighter, no, harder.
…
"…."
Maybe time to really let go.