Sweltering Heat and Firework Yuri Dreams
I hate rainy days, and I hate it even more when sweat soaks into my clothes from the heat. For someone like me, summer is a season that just doesn't mesh at all.
Just sitting still builds up heat in my body, so I grab the hem of my shirt and flap it around. A little breeze inside feels refreshing. But it's only temporary, and I'm already doing it again out of habit, gripping and shaking my collar over and over.
And there's a girl staring at me blankly while I do it. Her long brown hair waves gently. Normally, it'd just look pretty, but given the weather, I wonder if she's hot too. After watching her for a few days, though, Serina seems like the type who doesn't mind the heat. Otherwise, she wouldn't keep sticking so close.
Too close. Hot. ...Troubling.
Honestly, I'd prefer if she backed off a bit. But that's not just because of the heat. Still, I don't let it show. I know Serina won't budge that easily.
Why bother saying it when it won't work? It'll just hurt my mouth. I tell myself firmly. No matter what she does, as long as I hold the line, it'll be fine.
Ever since she dragged me to her house last time, that line's gotten a little blurry... Yeah. But we're friends. This much is fine. Totally fine.
"You look hot, Lily."
"It's because of someone right now..."
"Huh?"
"...Nah. Just me. I get hot easily."
"That hot?"
"Yeah."
"Summer uniform looks cute on you..."
"Huh? Right? This school's uniform is seriously pretty."
"Huh?"
"...Why that face?"
"I meant it suits you perfectly."
"......"
"What about me?"
"...Big tits."
"Eek...!"
"No, no no no, that slipped out...!"
"Lily, you scared me yesterday collapsing like that."
"Must've been heatstroke."
"Better now?"
"Yeah. Thanks to Alicia."
"......"
"What's up?"
"Nothing."
Conversations with Serina are always like this—endless pointless chit-chat. Meaningless talk with zero productivity. But it puts me at ease. This doesn't count as yuri tension.
If I were a real girl, it'd be different. Kinda disappointing, actually. Feels like I'm wasting her time. Wouldn't she rather rub pussies with other girls instead of this small talk...?
I wish I could scold her like that. With that body optimized for yuri and her sweet face, any girl would fall for her approach. Women's bodies are designed to melt if you just grind their pussies a little...?
With Serina right in front of me, I indulge in fantasies of her getting naughty with another girl. The partner is Ruby. Girl-on-girl NTR, jealousy-fueled 3P yuri harem, scissoring sex fest!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hngh, hngh, hnngghhh...!"
"...Lily?"
Call it sexual harassment if you want. But what can you do? Without mind-reading powers, I'm innocent.
Ah, so hot. My temperature spikes from the excitement, and I flap my shirt again.
"......"
"......"
I've noticed it lately—whenever I do this, the conversation stalls. Awkwardly, obviously. Serina stares at me with her mouth half-open, unblinking, like it's embarrassing.
Am I smelling sweaty? Maybe she's subtly hinting. I feel a bit embarrassed, but not entirely bad. No interest in winning her favor anyway. Yeah.
A brief silence passes, thick and weird. Serina breaks it—or tries to. She snaps her mouth shut, opens it to speak, hesitates, closes it again, then squeezes her eyes shut and opens them with resolve.
"Got time this weekend?"
"Why the weekend?"
"I have something to tell you, Lily."
"Can't say it now?"
"...Yeah."
"Why?"
"......"
"...?"
"J-Just."
"Yeah."
"I wanna say it somewhere with a nice atmosphere..."
What? I rack my brain, but nothing comes up. My silence makes her anxious, like she's regretting it. A friend's request—where's the harm? I nod casually.
Serina lights up like she caught a star from the sky. Her beaming, triumphant face is so pretty that I feel good about agreeing, whatever it is.
… … …
Lunchtime. I'm eating my bento and battling the heat when Alicia suddenly grabs my hand and drags me somewhere.
Ugh, Lilby getting kidnapped... I trail behind my kidnapper—no, Alicia—thinking that.
How'd it come to this? Quick recap: "Wanna go get some cool air together??? Me!!!!!!!" ...Yup.
It's hot, okay? This damn school has money but skimps on classroom AC. Blast it full and wipe out the polar bears already.
Anyway, it was so hot I pretended to reluctantly accept her "invitation"—er, kidnapping.
"Alicia best girl..."
"Yeah."
"...You heard that?"
Why's her hearing so good? While I'm lost in thought, we arrive at that place I visited yesterday.
Alicia unlocks the door, lets me in, follows, and double-locks it from inside. Even if someone had a spare key, they couldn't get in.
Is that necessary? Feels off, but then I remember students aren't supposed to be here. Makes sense to be cautious.
"Alicia, hurry, hurryyy..."
"Wait."
I'm urging her to turn on the cool air, but she just says that. Not even treating me like a pet dog. Hmph... I pout but stay put. Don't wanna get kicked out.
Sitting primly, waiting for her to cool the room, she grins mischievously and stares. Feels exactly like a trainer eyeing her dog. Is it paranoia? Ugh.
No time for games. I'm seriously hot. Super hot. If I collapse again, it's on you. Should I strip? Clothes, underwear—all off, go full nude?
My mental threats must've worked. Soon, the room chills thanks to Alicia.
Aah, paradise...
"Alicia seriously the best..."
"That good?"
"So so good..."
"Ufufu."
She laughs, then says something loaded.
"There's even better."
"Huh? What?"
"Fun. Nice stuff."
"Like what?"
"Guess."
"Umm..."
No clue. Conversation's too out of left field. Something more fun than a cool room in summer? I rack my brain, give up, and ask.
Alicia answers flatly, no teasing.
"Festival."
"Huh?"
"One's coming up downtown."
"Didn't know."
Why bring up festival out of nowhere? Said it was fun and nice.
"Let's go."
"Why would I go to a festival with you?"
It slips out reflexively—almost spasmodically. Pure question, but sounds weird after saying it. Like, Why should I bother going with you?
I cringe inwardly, but Alicia doesn't care.
Maybe blunt questions suit her. She answers.
"You'll definitely have fun."
"...Not into festivals."
"It'll be different with me."
What baseless confidence. I find her a bit annoying—that smug, certain face does it.
Typical Alicia, though. She explains. Curious about her reasoning, I listen.
"I'll buy you tasty stuff."
"Ah..."
"Interested now?"
"......A little?"
"And lots of stuff you can't see outside festivals."
"Like what?"
"Accessories."
"Not really into that."
"Thought you might be since you got that piercing."
"Just copied Dana."
"......"
She looks seriously displeased. I laugh—feels good she got it wrong. Kills the conversation.
She failed to convince me. My heart doesn't tilt toward festival. Not worth it for that.
"Fireworks too."
Ah. Okay then. Sounds fun. Enjoy. I'll be in the dorm...
Wait. What?
"Fireworks...?"
"Yeah. Like 'em?"
"N-Not really..."
I don't like fireworks. Not a kid.
But yuri moments under fireworks? I love those to death. Super love 'em!
Crowds press bodies together naturally, hands clasp tight fearing they'll get lost—delicious. And when fireworks really start? Peak bliss.
Hide "I like you" confessions in the booming explosions, since you can't say it outright. Ngh, too sweet. Staring at your crush all day watching fireworks, then just saying "You looked pretty" when asked...
Let's go, Lily. Lilbyyy. Time to deploy. Scout for girls staging steamy yuri shows under fireworks!
"Let's go!"