Dried Squid Regret
God, what the hell did I do? The weekend wrapped up alongside the utter disaster at the aquarium. Now I'm schlepping to school like a limp puddle of goo, utterly drained.
No yuri vibes, not even a single girl's hair to ogle—just a boring-ass weekend come and gone. Even though happy weekdays are back, my face is a total mess.
"Ughhh…."
It's not just my expression. I'm groaning like a soulless zombie or some total retard, "Uhh, uhh, ughhhh," ghosting out these eerie sounds nonstop. Is some gloomy aura leaking off me? People are actively swerving away, that's how bad it is.
I shuffle into the classroom and dump my bag on my corner seat. Then flop face-first onto the desk like a ragdoll.
My mumbling mouth won't stop spewing weird noises. "Ughhhhuuuu…."
"Lily. Something wrong?"
"Seriinaaa…."
Serina approaches, but I don't even have the energy to shove her off. Her eyes flicker with worry—is something bad happening? Her concerned face gazes at me. That pretty mug should heal me a bit, but nope, I'm still sunk at the ocean floor.
Normally I'd snap, Nah, I'm fine, but right now I don't even have the bandwidth to wish she'd buzz off and hang with other girls.
Guilt. Massive guilt.
The reason I'm dried out like a sun-baked squid? Nothing major. Just keeps replaying that last bit at the aquarium.
Am I finally losing it? Pussy-talk to a blooming yuri beauty. Not once, but over and over—pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy—and later a full-on pussy baptism…!
"Uwaaaahhh!"
"L-Lily?"
"Serina… sniff… What do I dooo…?"
"What happened? Wanna talk it out slow?"
Someone seeing me like this might think, Nothing new there. Like, She'll push me away with crap like that. If words can shake me off, fine by me. Yeah, that's exactly how I was thinking and acting.
But now? I wanna punch that old me square in the face. If I could.
It's not about keeping TS girls out of yuri—can't deny it was just 'cause Alicia's reactions were hilarious. How do you resist pussy-assaulting a doll-like blonde beauty? Her haughty face crumbling at one word? Her pulling away like please stop, all embarrassed, but I stick to her ear like glue….
It was fun in the moment. I went wild. But back at the dorm? Bam—reality hits. What the fuck did I do…?
……
And I've been like this ever since. I dirtied Alicia. For real, should I just die?
"Lily. Gotta talk if you want me to know."
"Huh…?"
"If you're troubled, I'll listen."
"………."
Serina coos like an angel, but I clamp my mouth shut. Can't exactly say, I pussy-bombed Alicia hard.
Any more victims and I'll drop dead to hell for sure. I turn away without answering.
Only then do I notice—Alicia staring from afar.
Our eyes lock. For a split second. They tangle, I register it, then snap apart. Like it never happened.
Alicia whips her head away. Her blue eyes linger as an afterimage, then fade.
No blushing like at the weekend, but that alone shocks me again.
"Aliciaaa…."
I reach out instinctively, sighing a deep, wistful huuu.
Separate as she tries? Sure. But that… that ain't it….
I wanna bury myself, mumbling I'm so blue, Ruby, when Serina—who'd been watching—gets this weird look too. Complicated, conflicted maybe? No mind-reading powers, so who knows.
Ow, my nape's burning. What the—? I glance back, and Ruby's glaring daggers. Face screaming I hate your guts.
Why, whyyy…? Did I do something…?
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I slimed back to the dorm like a half-dried squid. No clue how I survived the day. All I remember? Staring at Alicia's every move. Serina sticking by my pathetic side. Ruby side-eyeing me…?
"Uguuuuwaaah…."
"Why you sludging around like that."
"Danaaa."
I spill my guts to Dana. Not like I needed a therapist—just venting might lighten the load.
"You did what to Alicia?"
"Yeah. A ton…."
"Did what exactly."
"…Well, y'know, uh… sexual harassment."
"What?"
Dana startles a sec, then eyes me like, Oh right, that's just her.
"That's your usual MO. What's the issue."
"No!"
"No what."
To Dana, am I just a certified perv? Nothing more, nothing less…?
I bristle, practically yelling. "Way worse! Way harsher than what I do to you!"
"How bad we talking?"
I recreate the Alicia special. Sneak to her ear, whisper pussy. Pussy-pussy-pussy…. Hot. What am I—
Eh, Dana's fine. …
Guess not. Dana's face goes ice-cold, frost practically whipping off her.
She declares: "You're insane."
"Ack."
"Figured you snuck out somewhere weird this weekend. Pulling creepy shit."
"Didn't mean to…."
Maybe punishment would help. Atonement vibes. Y'know, like nuns back in the day whipping their thighs in penance cells.
So I float it—maybe Dana could punch my gut….
She just glares like I'm nuts. "Why would I hit you?"
"Eh? 'Cause I fucked up?"
"Then ask Alicia to do it. Quit bugging innocents."
"……."
What kinda nonsense. Turn a normal girl sadist? Nah.
But maybe I'm the nonsense. Begging for hits as penance? Exposing my belly, asking to get smacked, secretly thrilled….
No, I'm not—I'm not that kinda freak. Not the type who gets off on pain…!
"……."
"Lily. Your face is weird."
"……."
"…You okay?"
"……No."
Something precious inside me just shattered.
…I shove those thoughts away hard. Think other stuff. Anything. Desperately.
Suddenly, my eyes snag on Dana's ear—right below, that earring dangling from her lobe.
Random, but whatever—I pivot. "Dana. Piercing suits you."
"Yeah?"
"Total delinquent vibe… Pretend you didn't hear that."
"Fine."
When did it start? Middle school maybe. Quiet, shy Dana gets pierced—and bam, personality flip. Colder, more violent.
Yeah. Memories.
I keep staring at her ear. Then blurt a sudden curiosity. "…Does getting ears pierced hurt?"
"Wanna try?"
Kinda? Sounds painful. But looks cute. Yeah, cute.
"Wouldn't suit you."
"…Saying that makes me wanna more."
Hmm. Dana inspects my ear in turn. Stares, then pokes my soft lobe.
Her fingers cold, my ears sensitive—hic, I flinch.
Ignoring me, she traces the shell and purrs softly. "Looks pierceable."
"Yeah?"
"Not a big deal these days. Want it? I'll do ya."
"…That's hella lewd phrasing, Dana."
"Lewd's your headspace."
Can't argue. How'd she know I'm perving?
You.
"Wanna shop? Not stuck on piercings. Ring maybe."
"Sureee."
For my distraction-starved brain, Dana's invite hits perfect. My bestie, always clutch.