Serina's Intimate Massage
The aftermath of that yuri magnet's disastrous swimming lesson hits hard. Aftermath, aftereffects, hangover—call it what you want. My feet never touched the pool floor, so I thrashed my stiff, terrified body around like a maniac, and now I'm paying for it with cramps all over.
"My body, my body—hngghhh…!"
"Lily? You okay…?"
"Not okay!"
Serina's concern from the side is starting to piss me off a little. I squint and shoot her a glare. This is partly your fault, you know. You shove that soft, jiggly body right up against me and hug me tight, flooding me with that sweet girl scent, and even though I know it's wrong, I freeze up stiff as a board—and that's why the cramps hit even harder. Right?
"Sorry. I should've pulled you out right away."
"…."
"I thought it'd be fun to swim together. Sorry…?"
Who could stay mad at that earnest, apologetic face? Not me, that's for sure. It's my own shitty athletic skills that are the problem—Serina didn't do anything wrong. And if we're assigning blame, the school shoving ancient PE classes into the schedule is a hundred times worse.
I grit my teeth through the creaking pain and mumble that I'm fine. It hurts so bad the rest of class goes in one ear and out the other. …Not that I pay attention anyway, too busy ogling the girls.
Still.
And after school, Serina won't leave my side. Ever since she spotted me mid-class, cramping so hard tears were streaming down my face.
I didn't want to make a fuss, but damn, it hurts….
"Lily…."
"I-I'm fine, I said."
Serina seems to think it's her fault I'm like this. She's fidgeting like she's drowning in guilt. If anyone's guilty here, it's me. I used "can't swim" as an excuse to grope you all over. You hugged me tight, too. Okay, fine, the swimming thing wasn't an excuse, and I absolutely wasn't thinking about touching a yuri-perfect beauty like you, but that's how it ended up, so what can I say?
"Don't worry. A little rest and I'll be good."
"It won't heal that fast…."
"It's not like I broke anything big. A day of suffering and done."
"……."
My whole body feels locked up. At this rate, the muscle soreness is gonna wreck me. That gut feeling hits, but I brush it off like it's nothing for Serina's sake.
"Ugh…."
"Lily!"
If my legs hadn't buckled right then, maybe I'd have sounded more convincing. Serina rushes over and props me up.
Nooo, this is bad! When you get close, I tense up more, it hurts worse—hnggh, aughhh…!
… … …
How the hell did things end up like this?
I stare blankly at the floor, lost in thought. At the edge of my gaze, two cats are tangled up together. A white one and a black one, grooming each other's fur furiously.
Nyaang, nyaang. Meow, meow. Purrrr.
Letting out those blissful sounds.
…You're both girls, you know that? What the hell are you doing? It's not like you're bragging about being pets in a yuri-optimized beauty's house or anything.
Yeah. That's right. I'm at Serina's house right now.
If that was it, I could've brushed it off as "just visiting." But no—I'm lying primly on her bed, and….
I bolt upright.
"This is definitely not okay! Ow, cramps…!"
"Lily, lie still."
"…."
Serina, I get it—you're a sweet girl who worries too much. You think it's your fault I'm hurting, so you wanna help however you can. I like responsible girls like you. I get it, okay? All of it.
But this is too much.
Not sure if she reads my mind, but Serina presses my shoulders down firmly, laying me back on the bed. My eyes catch her squeezing a clear liquid from some mystery bottle onto her palm. It's thick and viscous, stretching in sticky strands between her white fingers.
And then that hand heads toward my body….
Eek!
"It's fine. I give my mom massages all the time…."
"Y-you put that on? Isn't it usually just shoulders or something…?"
"Oh. Ruby gave it to me."
"…Ruby?"
"She said it'd help when I told her I wanted to massage you."
Right. So after Serina half-dragged me here, my clothes got stripped off in a flash, I barely threw on the thin cloth scrap she handed me, and now I'm just lying here waiting for a massage.
Sounds like an excuse, but I didn't have time to refuse. I was too dazed from the cramps, and boom—here we are.
"She tried it on Citri and it worked great."
"……."
What the hell are you telling innocent Serina? You pervert lesbian couple!
I mentally scold the school's yuri pair. While I'm spacing out, Serina shuts the door and lights an incense stick. The room fills with a strange, unfamiliar scent. It makes my head fuzzy.
I shoot her an uneasy look, and she explains.
"Oh, that's from Ruby too. Supposed to help you sleep. You'll rest deep."
Is Ruby some kinda dorae♡ or what? How much massage play are you two doing?
No time for more gripes about Ruby—they're cut short as Serina gets to work.
"Hya!"
"Mom's sensitive here too."
Of course I react when you suddenly grab the soft inside of my arm like that. And don't drop that incest-yuri mommy-daughter bombshell out of nowhere!
…I'm panting hard now.
"I'd love to meet your mom sometime…."
"Really? That makes me happy."
"…Happy about what?"
"Just… ehehe."
Serina's cute, so her mom must be gorgeous too. The one who birthed her—gotta be overflowing with maternal vibes. Big milkers for sure… a bit defenseless… if I lunged for a taste of those childhood titties, she'd just go "oh my" without stopping me… and then mom turns girlfriend, lover, fuckbuddy….
Yuri fantasy. Yuri fantasy. Rare-as-hell near-extinct incest yuri fantasy!
"Hyaa…."
"Lily?"
"N-nothing, just feels good…."
"…."
More like, her technique's too good. Hands that were kneading my arms now slide to my calves. The thick, cool oil warms up between our body heat, slick and sticky against my skin. My tension melts away; I go limp and languid in seconds.
Sleepy… Well, yeah. Swimming wrecked me… incense making me drowsy… Serina patting me soothingly….
I mumble.
"This… isn't okay…."
"Why not?"
"Just… no…."
"Doesn't feel good?"
"Nngh…."
It does feel good. Not sexually—I mean, her skilled hands kneading my sore spots feel amazing.
…Ten more minutes pass like that? I'm half-asleep now, drifting in a haze. Sleep presses in; my eyes flutter shut.
"Lily, your body's so soft."
"Don't say stuff that sounds misleading…."
"Misleading how?"
"…."
Her soft chuckle is adorable. Gentle touch. Pretty….
I blurt it out thoughtlessly in my drowsiness, then rebel against myself.
A hint of truth slips into my words.
"If you like me… that'd be bad…."
What narcissistic bullshit. I mock myself inwardly.
No way Serina would like me. And she shouldn't. The words lack context anyway—not something you say mid-massage.
Serina forgives even that. She plays along so I won't feel awkward.
"No one's falling for someone just 'cause of a little touching."
"Yeah…?"
"Yeah."
True. Magic like that doesn't exist.
Serina, who'd been pressing the tender insides of my calves, now tilts the oil bottle right onto me. The thin cloth soaks through with a squish. I shiver at the cold, but she pats me calm again.
Then, like a lullaby, she murmurs softly.
"Lily, I read this in a book."
"Mmh."
"In love, physical arousal is secondary."
"Huh?"
"True affection comes from a meeting of hearts."
Straight facts. Even the yuri sages would nod in agreement. Rub and grind all you want—if hearts don't connect, it's not real yuri. Fake yuri. Period.
…So why bring it up now?
"Lily, you seeing anyone?"
"As if."
"Guess it was my misunderstanding."
Serina sighs in relief. What misunderstanding?
She hesitates, lips working. Debating whether to voice the thought bubbling up.
But she does.
"If someone confessed they liked you… you'd hate it, right?"
"…Huh?"
"Nailed it."
How?
No time to ask. She barrels on.
"It's obvious."
"…."
Nothing to say. How much does this girl see through me? Unease creeps in. I try to sit up, but my body won't move. Languid like sleep paralysis. An anchor drags me to the deep ocean floor.
I'm drowning.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
"……."
"Ah, that's not what I wanted to say…."
Serina scratches her cheek sheepishly, sticky oil trailing a clear thread. Then repeats herself.
"No one's falling for someone just 'cause of a little touching, right?"
"Uh? Y-yeah…."
She pauses. The next words take courage, even for her.
"So… would it feel even better…?"
Out of nowhere. But hey, topic change works. I nod hazily.