Three Months In: The Harsh Truth About Yuri
Three months since enrolling at Pussy High. It was the morning of the very day I'd bolted out of Serina's house. I hurried to the classroom and stared out the window, lost in thought all alone. Had I been living in some eggshell world until now? Maybe I'd just been caught up in a late-blooming puberty phase. Right at that moment, I grasped a massive truth about life.
Girls huddling together and whispering didn't mean they had feelings for each other. The odds of it evolving into anything more were basically zero. No way. We're breathing the same air, and it's not yuri vibes? Holding hands or chatting is obviously a signal they wanna rub their pussies together...! The rotten yuri fanatic inside me wailed in agony.
But I had to accept it. Things that made no sense were happening to me otherwise. Well, we're high schoolers, after all. Even as first-years, we're right on the cusp of adulthood. No girl nowadays mistakes a brush of clothing or a glance for someone crushing on her. So, yeah, so... getting my belly patted for treats and letting out weird "hic-hic" squeaks, getting dragged home hand-in-hand with fingers interlaced for a massage, taking brutal hits to the lower abdomen as usual and even getting my head stepped on—none of that was remotely yuri by societal standards.
I couldn't shatter the grand premise that a lowly TS girl like me had no business projecting yuri onto pure, innocent girls. So I had no choice but to swallow this unbelievable reality. "…."
I decided to flip my thinking. If that stuff was truly yuri, I'd have had my pussy rubbed raw and popped out a kid by now, and that wouldn't be weird at all. But I've never been pregnant, nor do I ever want to be. Conclusion: Everything happening around me lately is no big deal. Nothing to be ashamed of or push away. I resolved to widen the radius of the line I'd drawn in my heart just a bit.
Honestly, I'd been overreacting until now. Freaking out and running away at the slightest approach? That might've backfired even more, sparking their curiosity. And the result? Last night's sticky, gooey mess with Serina. According to my brand-new definition, though, that wasn't yuri. She just touched me a little, her gentle hands felt good, and I accidentally let out some "ah-ah" moans without thinking. Still, it wasn't something you'd do with a mere classmate from the same school and grade.
So, friends. Friends. Honestly, a tough word for me. I remember telling Dana once that she was all the friend I needed. That just watching girls from afar was enough... But what am I supposed to do now that things have turned out like this? I had to partially retract my pre-enrollment vow. And surprisingly, it felt liberating. Why had I made "friends" such a heavy concept? Well, yeah, there were reasons. But my puberty phase is over now.
The "I don't need friends!" stance ends today. Ah, there's Serina. My new friend. Whether she sees me that way or not, whatever. I greeted her. "Hey."
"…."
"Oh, hey."
"……."
"Serina?"
"………."
Ignored. Serina awkwardly avoided my gaze, didn't respond, and spun around to head straight to her seat. Thud.
Even for me, this was a huge shock. I'd finally psyched myself up to think of her as a friend, and she ignores me? And from that sweet girl, no less. "…."
W-Wait, no way—this is ridiculous, I know, but just maybe, for real... Did she eat me up and toss me aside? We hooked up once, she got bored since my reactions were meh, got sick of the clinginess, and decided to ghost me...?
No, no, no, that's not it. Anyone hearing that would think we actually rubbed pussies! But her attitude—yeah, it totally screams that. What else could explain ignoring my greeting right after last night? ...I can't accept it. What I couldn't accept wasn't that she'd used me and ditched me, but that Serina saw last night as some kind of act. That wasn't sex, dummy. No way. Not something so blatantly yuri.
So, like I was making excuses, I stuck to her. I went right up to the girl ignoring me, grabbed her hand without asking. It was what she'd always done to me, and as friends, it was totally normal. Nothing weird. "Eek…."
Why's her face so red? This was the complete opposite of before. When Serina grabbed my hand, I'd get super embarrassed, scream internally that it was wrong, avert my eyes, pull away—that was our routine. Now? I kinda get why she kept grabbing mine. Her reaction's hilarious. Blushing hard, groaning, blinking in confusion—adorable. Might as well stroke the back of her hand too. Since we're friends. Yeah.
"Lily…."
And that's when it hit me. She wasn't ignoring me; she was just embarrassed. Guessing the reason wasn't hard. Probably thinking back to last night. I felt wronged. No, you dragged me there first and groped me silly—what's your deal? If anyone's gotta be embarrassed, it's me. Dummy...!
But honestly, I wasn't embarrassed at all. Last night? Didn't cross my mind. Friends do that kinda stuff sometimes. Her cheeks and ears burned hot, her eyes even welled up, but whatever—not embarrassed. By now, it was almost aggressive. I kept groping—no, touching—her body, I mean hand, persistently. To show last night meant nothing to me.
How long was I at it? Finally, Serina bolted. "Sorry, Lily…!" Those were her last words.
Eh? If you act like that, it makes it seem like we did something weird. We're friends—can't even hold hands? After you groped me like that? Lift my skirt a little even now, and my soft thighs are still red and bruised in the shape of your palm! Isn't that too much? I glared resentfully at Serina, who'd fled to the far side of the room. I was about to chase her down with a creepy grin when I spotted her standing with Ruby.
They were already whispering to each other. "You two are getting close. What's the problem? Hasn't she greeted you first before?" "No, it's not that…."
They murmured softly into each other's ears, but my yuri-attuned eardrums caught every word from the girls, of course. I heard it all. "I went to the trouble of dunking her in the pool." "R-Ruby…!" "I dunked her, you tripped her… Ow, that hurts—don't pinch!"
But hearing it didn't mean it registered in my brain. My head was already stuffed full of their yuri vibes. Steal Ruby away, Serina. Pin her down...! My brain was too busy cheering them on, overloading, so I didn't process what they were actually whispering about.
"I even gave you those aphrodisiac candles and gel…" "Wh-Wh-Wh-What…?!" "Just testing… Did it make you feel horny?" "Rubyyy…!" "Tell me. How far'd you go?" "………………."
I must've just been mesmerized by the hot sight of the girls pressed together, staring blankly. Ruby looked so slyly seductive. Serina, now beet-red up to her neck, too. They match perfectly. I scolded myself for groping Serina just moments ago, babbling about friends. Yuri's best enjoyed from afar, after all.
As I watched, the soul of a true yuri enthusiast stirred my imagination on its own. Serina might look sweet, but she's got guts— like she hinted at the aquarium, she might actually steal someone's girlfriend. And Ruby seemed okay with it. Yeah. Sorry, Ruby, but you look kinda weak. Serina's touches feel amazing, so if she goes all out, a pushover like you—second place in my mental yuri encyclopedia's "total losers" category—would fall in seconds. (First place: Dana, FYI.)
Anyway, Serina catches Ruby off-guard, thinking her girlfriend status protects her, and rapes her—of course, in yuri, "rape" means forced creampie—and Ruby reluctantly agrees to pussy-rubbing, gets pinned down right there, feels the warm womb pleasure... and ends up forced to say slutty stuff like "Pound my pussy, pussy, pound my pussy—raped pussy, creampie me...!" without any shame!
"Uhihi, uhehe, ehehehehehe…."
Ahh, the nectar tastes divine. So happy. Too happy—my brain's gonna melt!