Yuri Girls Licking Pussy!!
Classes are finally over for the day, and I'm sprinting straight back to the dorm. I'm running with everything I've got, sweat pouring down my face. My pathetic stamina is dragging me down, but I don't care—I keep going. My jiggly tits are bouncing up and down like crazy, hurting like hell. But I can't grab them. Both my hands are clamped over my mouth, pressing down on my lips.
Like plugging a busted faucet. Or sealing the mouth of a water balloon ready to burst. My mouth itches. Tickles like mad. Ugh, it's coming out. If I don't squeeze it shut tight, it'll explode. The words I want to say—but shouldn't... I'm rushing to my room like someone desperate for the bathroom. Huff... so tough... but almost there. Almost...
I fling the door open, slam it shut with a bang. Then I pull my hands away. The moment my mouth is free, it starts babbling on its own.
"Yuri girls licking pussy!!"
Ah... I held it in so long... Reveling in the relief, I shout it again.
"I wanna voyeur yuri girls licking each other's pussies!!!!!"
I go on like that for a while, lost in my pussy obsession, not even noticing someone open the door. When I snap out of it, Dana's right in front of me.
"Tch."
Dana—god knows when she slipped in—clicks her tongue with an annoyed look. Here we go again, she's probably thinking. But I don't give a shit. No, I'm actually pissed. It's the world's fault for not understanding me. What's with that attitude? Can't even praise me for barely holding it in around our sacred schoolgirls? Huh?
"You can't say that stuff at school!"
"Don't say it in front of me either. Or better yet, don't say it at all."
"I'll die if I don't..."
"Then just die."
"That's too harsh?!"
Ughhh... Lily here dies of frustration if she can't sexually harass girls... It's been 17 years without proper yuri intake too... Maybe that's why, but lately my sex drive is off the charts... Only way to relieve it is stuff like this... Come to think of it, this world's the worst. No Dirty Pair no Fruit Basket no Maria-sama ga Miteru no Citrus—a world without yuri masterpieces like those deserves to be called the worst. Yeah.
If they existed here, I'd petition to make them required reading. Fill a whole shelf with yuri in a properly lily library...!
Being told not to makes me wanna do it even more—and I'm sure I'm not the only one. I keep muttering in front of Dana, like chanting a spell.
"Today's the day I crave Reverse Harem Rape Impregnation Spawn@Offspring..."
"What?"
"They huddle in a circle, sucking each other's pussies in an endless loop..."
"..."
"They call that the Ouroboros Suck..."
"......"
"Or Pussy Circle works too..."
"........."
"Then the girls get knocked up... and those girls get pregnant too... give birth, raise 'em... no more birth rate worries... uhihihihi..."
I have no idea what I'm even saying. Words bubble up straight from my spinal cord, bypassing my brain. Not saying them—spitting them out. No, puking them up. Yeah. Puking pussy talk from my mouth.
Whack.
Dana, who's been silently listening, finally plants a lump on the back of my head.
"Ow ow ow!!"
"Cut the nonsense."
"Nonsense?!"
"How the hell do girls even have babies together in the first place."
"Ufufu."
You wouldn't get it. The way to impregnate a girl. I cross my arms under my chest, looking down at her with an ohohoho laugh to seem all leisurely—but the height difference ruins it. Anyway, I shoot Dana a you don't know~? look.
A bit stiff, but hey, she's my best friend. More than willing to give her a hands-on sex ed lesson. I declare:
"Kissing makes babies!"
"Lily. Babies come from a man and woman having sex."
"Bullshit. Who told you that crap?"
"If everyone else looks like an idiot to you, maybe you're the idiot."
"......"
Dana doesn't hold back on the venom. Stone-faced. One wrong word and I'd get verbally thrashed, so I shut up. Ugh. Who doesn't know that? Pussy pounding, sperm meets egg, blah blah, baby forms—who doesn't know? I know, I just pretend not to. But that's not yuri.
Why's the world designed like this? Super cute girls forced to hook up with filthy guy chars just to birth the next gen of yuri girls. It's contradictory. Brutal enough to bring tears. Girls probably wanted to rub pussies with other pretty girls, but sacrificed for the future... But yuri overcomes even that contradiction. Someday, someone'll make a world where girls impregnate via kissing...!
I'm going nuts pitying the pregnant girls in my fantasy. Tears well up, voice cracking.
"B-but if you believe hard enough, kissing might really make babies, y'know."
"Impossible."
"I hate you, Dana."
This un-yuri jerk. Fine. Decision made. All-nighter assistant time tonight.
"Dana. You know?"
"Getting tired of indulging your bullshit..."
"Girls who say 'no way to that' end up doing it first."
"What's 'that'?"
"Pregnancy, in your case?"
"Not planning on that."
Oing? So firm. Eyes ice cold. Eek. Undone. Freezing under Dana's glare. I ask cautiously:
"Your flat chest... maybe?"
"Hey."
"Yeah, that size'd starve a baby for sure..."
"..."
At that point, Dana starts ignoring me completely. Waves her hand like shooing a bug, plops on the bed, opens a book. Obvious plan: no reply, you'll shut up. So cute. But no way that'll stop my rampaging imagination.
I glom onto her.
"It's fine. Just pop out the baby. I'll handle the nursing."
"..."
"And while it's sucking, hypnotize it—no, instill common sense... uhehehehe..."
"..."
"You're a Loli Queen. Born that way. From mommy kisses, so you do the same. Grow into a pregnancy-optimized machine popping out cute girls nonstop..."
"..."
Even then, Dana doesn't look up from her book. Like some waterfall zen master. Her utter non-reaction creeps me out instead. This isn't her. Time to get hit soon, gut-punched till ruined—no, I don't like getting hit or anything. Something wrong...?
"Lily."
"Eek."
Something scary...!
"Why'd you come back so early today?"
Maybe she's charging up for a brutal smackdown? I'm quivering like prey, but out comes casual chit-chat.
"Can't harass girls outside...?"
"Besides that."
"Huh?"
Her tone implies something else. Dana glances at the wall clock.
"Shouldn't you be hanging with Alicia right now?"
"...Jealous?"
"Hm."
We fought hard last time. She was bothered. Imagining me smooching Alicia comes naturally, but Dana speaks again.
"Things not going well with Alicia?"
"...Me?"
"Yeah."
"What d'you mean 'not going well'?"
My brain won't process. Alicia and me? Going well? What?
For some reason, I blurt defensively:
"We don't have to hang every day, right? Exams are over."
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow too—no, won't be hanging out."
"Day after?"
"Forever."
"Okay. What happened?"
"Nah, just... felt too close..."
Eh. Snapping to, I've spilled my guts. Shit. Her instincts are too sharp. How'd she guess from just coming back early? Nah, she probed and I bit. Argh. Sticking my tongue out at my own stupidity.
"..."
"..."
Silence stretches. I've got nothing to say; Dana's holding back. In that quiet, Alicia pops into my head naturally. Kinda aching for her. No, a lot. Not like like, just... my body's weird.
...Ever since the cafe back to dorm, those long fingers keep flashing in my mind, my belly throbbing...
That lingering sensation won't leave me. Problem is, pressing my own belly doesn't recreate it. Lust starts low, races everywhere, gnaws my spine—no relief. Uw... Dangerous. Dangerous. Dangerous... What is this? First time feeling it. No clue...
If I'd just taken a punch to the gut, it'd be better. That's why I overdid the provoking for Dana's hit. No way she noticed that. Right? Still hate her. Hate 'em both to death. Should've refused the belly touch from the start. Who'd predict this? Good I caught it early. Keep feeling that, I might cross my line. So, distance from Alicia. No Alicia starting today!
Like an addict. I think positive. Body cravings? Tease Dana to death for release. Boom! That's what friends are for!
"Dana!"
"What."
"Show me you and Alicia rubbing pussies!"
Wait, huh? Weird. Thought she'd overlook some boundary-pushing today. Why's her fist up already...?
"Y-you gonna hit me...?"
"Don't play cute. Doesn't suit you."
Too harsh. Soon as always, I clutch my gut, rolling on the floor. Small comfort: no masochist pleasure from the gut punch...? Hurts. Just fucking hurts. Puking-level agony...
No legendary maso debut for me. Good enough. Medetashi. Medetashi.