Day Five: The Gentle Yuri Beauty's Approach
Day five since enrolling at this elite girls' high school. I barely avoided becoming a bedwetter, but right now, I'm regretting that I didn't just let it rip and soak everything.
I should've freaked Alicia out so bad she kicked me to the curb completely.
"You okay today?"
Why does she always come running up to me, asking if I'm fine? If you're asking whether I'm okay or not, hell no, I'm not okay. Seeing you strut around the classroom, flirting with every single girl in sight—it leaves me fucking depressed.
Like I think every day, I wish you'd spend a little more of that concern on something more yuri.
I'm already exhausted from the get-go, not even bothering to reply, when the class topper asks again, all worried.
"Are you sick or something?"
What the hell am I to her? This relationship where she hits me with "you okay?" and "you sick?" the second she sees me—what is it? She's totally treating me like some frail little beauty. Tough luck. I'm neither frail nor a beauty.
I'm sitting there like a soulless corpse, chuckling awkwardly, when Dana shows up out of nowhere and lays into the class topper.
"Quit clinging already. You."
"Clinging? I was just saying hi."
"Can't even tell she hates it."
"Who hates it?"
"Who do you think?"
"No way."
"…."
Whoa. What a bitch with zero self-awareness. What's with that stance? Does she not even know the concept of being hated? If it weren't Alicia saying it, I'd definitely be thinking that inside. But she's so perfect and lovable. Even her snarky lines come off as charming. Thanks to that, even the almighty Dana can't find a comeback and just furrows her brow a bit… and I get so thrilled I huff out a hot breath, uhh…
What is this chemistry? It's like watching the first spark where the class delinquent gets collared by the model student. First the face reveal and now this dynamic already? As expected of my ghost-like nose for prime yuri prospects.
If only that one intruder—no, that filth—weren't butting in, it would've been perfect, truly perfect…!
I feel my guts rotting away, hating my very existence for polluting this pure yuri vibe, but the scene in front of me is so goddamn ecstatic I just shut up and stay quiet.
"Haaah…."
C-call me selfish if you want. But when am I gonna see two girls with clashing vibes snarling at each other for real like this again? They'll bicker like that, then suddenly grind their pussies together like nothing happened, oh my oh my oh my, look at these girls, fuck, rubbing again, grind it out so hard they wear each other away until there's nothing leftㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅡㅡㅡㅡㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏ————!!
"Oghek…."
Personally, I'd love to see Dana get owned. I wanna watch that wildcat get trained so hard she turns meek as a lamb. The type who struts around relying on her strength and temper all day, but when she's thrown on the bed, she panics and begs, please stop—oblivious that it's just stoking the girl's sadism, getting punished with clueless seduction until she's sobbing her eyes out. Uaaah, that's so fucking hot, uhe, ehe, uhuhehehehe…!
Huh. Why's my nose all hot.
"Hey, you…!"
"Nosebleed! Health room, now!"
W-wait, hold up, I hate this—why interrupt their bickering for this? Ignore a loser like me. It's just a nosebleed, for fuck's sake. How oblivious do you think you can make me look? Nah, I get it, I fucked up. No way these pure girls would ignore someone blatantly bleeding from the nose—they're not that heartless.
Ah. Shit. A golden scene like this vanishing because of me. I wanna die. Should've turned to cosmic dust ages ago…!
…
And sure enough, by the time I get back from the health room, the yuri show—no, the fresh yuri sex partner spat—between Dana and the class topper is gone without a trace.
Alicia's vanished somewhere, and Dana's perched by the window seat. She glances at me coming in, then huffs and whips her head away.
Ah. I wanna cry. I bolted back here the second the nurse was done just to catch them flirting.
I'm plunged into despair for a sec, but hey, thinking about it, maybe this isn't so bad. I was starting to feel queasy with my useless ass wedged between them anyway. Yeah. Good riddance.
With that in mind, I slink back to my corner, huddling up quietly and firing up my yuri radar again.
Sucking in the class air thick with yuri scent revitalizes my weary body in an instant. It'd be perfect if I weren't here, but the irony is, without me, I couldn't witness it firsthand. To be or not to be—that's the goddamn question. I'm lost in this rotten philosophy when my radar net starts beeping red alerts, bip bip bip.
Huh, someone's coming this way.
I pretend not to notice, whistling away.
"Um…."
Pretend I don't hear. Fine, Dana's my childhood friend, but with Alicia, I'm crying my eyes out every night regretting getting tangled up. No more messing with pure girls and risking getting tainted—absolutely not, hell no.
So the answer is to give zero openings. How's that? The ultimate ignore technique: play dumb right in front of someone like a total asshole.
"Your hair's pretty. Like cherry blossoms."
Yep, gonna shave it bald right now. Scrape it pink-free till not a trace remains.
"Your eyes too… never seen that color before."
Yep, gouge 'em out and done.
…Wait, gouge 'em and I can't watch girls flirt anymore. How far are you gonna go? Even if I'm a damn TS girl, isn't this too cruel…!
"Mind looking over here already?"
Ah. Fuck. What the hell. Why do these encounter events keep spawning on me of all people.
Well, looking shouldn't hurt. Not like I'm actually gonna gouge my eyes—can't live forever avoiding her.
I heave a massive sigh, like the earth's caving in, and finally meet the gaze I've been dodging.
And I groan.
"Ah?"
She's insanely pretty. Fuck, so cute.
"Finally looking my way, huh."
That's not yuri material, though.
Normally I'd be ripping into it internally, but right now I'm so fixated on the girl's face in front of me that I totally miss the timing.
She beams with eye-smiles like waaah just from eye contact—what's so pretty about that? My heart hurts. She's a soft, heart-fluttering beauty with a gentle vibe. Long hair blending gray and brown suits her so perfectly. Kinda mature vibe. Not old, just radiating big-sis aura from every pore.
Just existing there brightens everything around her—ungh, y'know… like a big sister.
For a yuri junkie like me, soaked to the bone in it, slapping "big sis" on her first thing shows how highly I rate her, right? A perfect 100/100, pristine yuri beauty petal right in front of me.
"Serina. That's my name."
Is this a trend now? Coming up out of nowhere and dropping names. Alicia did it too—what's her deal?
I'm basically at the point of shedding bloody tears. Please, just talk among yourselves, girls.
"Nothing big, just worried. You collapsed yesterday, nosebleed today…."
"Ah. Yeah. Th-thanks…?"
"No need to thank me."
What is this coziness? Just chatting feels like soaking in a tub full of aromatherapy.
But that's as far as it goes. I'm not about to cooperate with this shady yuri angle headed my way, so I keep mum on purpose.
Just whistle, whistle away. Make her think, what kind of girl is this? and disappoint her. Hurts to be treated that way, but for the greater good, sacrifice is necessary.
Ah. Heart hurts—whistling's coming out weak…!
Whether she knows I'm dodging full-throttle or not, Serina fidgets like she has something to say, lips working for a while.
I sense doom, and sure enough, my bad premonition hits dead-on.
"Wanna be friends?"
"What?"
"Ehehe. Kinda sudden, right?"
Yeah. Fucking sudden. This won't do. Absolutely not. No can do.
"Worried about you. What if you collapse again?"
I-I get that you're sweet and all. But what's that got to do with being friends? More than that, this kinda attention is burdensome. Saying it again: I'm not frail, and definitely not a beauty…!
I'm blankly staring at her face, not grasping the situation, when Serina squirms, blushes shyly, and says,
"If it's too much, we can keep it secret from the others…."
"……Huh?"
Keep what secret? Friends? Secret? Secret friends? Ah? Eh? What kinda lewd-ass girl is this? It's beyond slutty. That's sex. Walking sex. A girl this pretty, cute, and sweet can't be lewd too. You a natural-born pussy rug or what? Ah, wait—blood rushing to my head. Just imagining squeezing yuri nectar from the beauty in front of me is gonna blow my brain. It's bursting. Brain exploding. Getting murdered by an ultra-lewd beautyaaaaaaah…!
"Guwehek."
"Kyaa, nosebleed…!"
Proof she's genuinely sweet: even seeing my sorry state, she only mentions the nosebleed. Mouth drooling over her very existence, eyes tearing up lamenting why this event hit me, and still.
Gentle yuri beauty is the best…….