Rub Till It's Jjapaghetti – Enrollment Night Five
It's the night of the fifth day since enrollment, the kind where you'd rub it till it turns into jjapaghetti. Any normal person might feel the same, but I get pretty sentimental at night. Maybe it's the backlash from going wild with yuri fantasies during the day when I'm active, but come midnight, I always end up moping like this.
"I wanna stuff my eyes full of girls getting all cozy together..."
It's a line that feels a million miles from depression, but whatever, I'm depressed.
"Doesn't even have to be anything naughty, I just wanna watch girls sparking that yuri vibe..."
"..."
"I wanna see the lame black-haired delinquent get swept up by a pro and fall into yuri depravity..."
"..."
"I wanna see the black-haired delinquent losing her mind, tearing at her hair because even their fingertips brushing makes her obsess over it nonstop...!"
"You're saying that loud enough for me to hear, right."
"Dana. You weren't asleep?"
"Wanna die? I woke up to your bullshit."
"If you're that sensitive, how do you plan to hold out during the act? Guess Dana really has a lame pus—owak! Oh, s-stop! No, come closer if you want, just don't hit me!"
It hurts for real. I'd briefly forgotten that Dana's the ruthless psycho bitch who punches your gut without a shred of mercy. But she didn't beat me up like last time. It wasn't like she was going easy on me, more like her fist hurt her more than it hurt me. Huh. That's kinda hurtful in its own way. Being treated like I'm not even worth hitting. Sniff.
"Uwu... Lily-baby's uwuing..."
"Sigh."
"Uwu 'cause Dana-chan won't play with me...!"
"Shut up already!"
"Dana. Can't you just seduce anyone right now? Pwease?"
"Seduce who."
"Alicia or whoever."
Uh. Is the air suddenly freezing up, or am I imagining it? They seemed pretty chummy from a yuri perspective. But apparently not from Dana's side. Yeah, she's a picky one... Might've poked the wrong spot there. I readily admitted my mistake.
But admitting it didn't change a damn thing. Dana, who'd stubbornly endured my lame pussy talk before, was now gritting her teeth and heading straight for my bed!
"Ah, y-yeah, um, Dana...?"
"... "
Even in the pitch-black darkness—with the lights off—maybe because of the darkness, those pitch-black eyes gleamed with a sinister glint. Eek! Scary...! I might actually get murdered. Not in a yuri way—for real! Trembling like prey caught by a predator, I tried to defend myself.
"It, it, it was a joke! I didn't mean for you to take it so seriously."
"Yeah, sure. Of course."
"Y-yeah, I thought you and Alicia didn't really... match up? Or whatever?"
Forcing out words I didn't even mean made my voice shake like crazy. They match perfectly. I've said it a million times, but their faces alone are such prime yuri material, just standing there squeezes out the sap...
But with that fist so close, I couldn't say it. If Dana were even a little farther away, I'd have blurted it out. Yeah, once she goes back to her bed, I'll take it back with a "just kidding~" It'll probably earn me a beating, but a few punches are nothing for that yuri thrill.
But why's she sitting there? Dana plopped down right next to my pillow. Since I was lying down, she loomed over my face looking down at me. Your eyes look weird. Like a total nutjob. No, she is a nutjob. Oh, she's still pissed. I sensed it instinctively. One wrong word here, and I'm done for. Beaten to a pulp. Gut-punched till I puke. Maybe even strangled—that's what she does when she's really mad.
"So then?"
"Wh-what...?"
"Not Alicia. Who do you think I'd match well with? Me?"
Why ask me? Find your own pussy-rubbing partner. Maybe the options are too overwhelming. I blurted out the first name that came to mind.
"Dunno. What about Serina?"
A girl bold enough to suggest secret friends on first meeting might just wrap Dana around her finger. Sure, Dana's violent, but how violent can she be against someone so sweet, pretty, and cute? She'd end up a total doormat. At this point, I almost felt bad for Dana. Getting doormatted no matter who she's with? That's just too lame.
"No."
"Serina's a waste, yeah. No, I misspoke. Sorry."
"... "
"Wh-what about Ruby or Momo?"
"......"
"Eek... "
What are you, possessed? Stop oozing that creepy aura like oooooh.
I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Even after I rattled off every girl's name I knew in our class, Dana wouldn't drop her menacing vibe, like she had some huge grudge. Now I'm starting to get annoyed. Hey. You that great? ...Well, yeah, you kinda are. Yuri-wise. Still, dissing the girlies is unforgivable. What a pain in the ass. Half in resignation—like, hit me if you want—I just started rambling.
"Why don't you just do whatever you want?"
"Like what."
"You're pretty. Personality sucks, but if you put your mind to it, you could seduce every girl in the world. Just pick one you like."
"...Every one?"
"Yup."
The second I answered, Dana shot up. Shit, you scared me! Then, instead of raging, she quietly went back to her own bed? Was naming specifics the problem? Did I have to suggest she harem-route the entire girl population to satisfy her? Greedy much. What a crazy lesbian queen. Fine by me, though.
Suddenly my mouth itched, and I called out to her back as she headed to her bed.
"If you end up rubbing pussies with some other girl, you gotta show me, okay? Friends, right? Heh heh, huehuehuehehe..."
"... "
"You're crazy. Insane. Wow. Just imagining it makes me so happy. Dana rubbing till her pussy turns to jjapaghetti... so hot...!"
Oh crap. Why's she coming back...?
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Enrollment day six.
"You okay today?"
What is this, her default alarm tone? The moment I step into class, Alicia asks the same thing. The difference today? I'm actually not okay. I clear my throat—too hoarse to even answer properly—and just nod.
"Why the scarf... cold?"
Nod nod. I wanted to say leave me alone, go laugh it up with the other girls, but my voice wouldn't cooperate. Plus, someone's glaring daggers. Turns out Dana—that psycho bitch—had arrived early and was staring at me chatting with Alicia from the side. Then, like always, she whipped her head away.
What the hell's your deal? You and Alicia. Repertoire much? If you get along that well, just fuck already. Marry her. Have lesbian sex babies and live happily ever after...!
"Caught a cold?"
Nod nod.
Then those clear blue eyes roll like glass marbles, scanning my whole body.
"Doesn't look like it."
...Sharp as ever, unnecessarily. She clearly noticed I'm uncomfortable, but Alicia kept pestering me. What's her hobby? Plans after school? What do your parents do? It's not an interrogation—what's with her? Every break after class, she sticks to me chattering away. I'm seriously about to cry. Love it, though. She's gorgeous, so yeah. Just looking at her cleanses my eyes, so yeah. But no means no. Keep saying it—direct that attention to other girls. No girl could resist this effort.
Getting a bit distressed, I unconsciously glance at Dana, telepathing help me out. Utterly ignored. Why's she pissed? Seriously? You'd think I hit her or something.
No help coming, and with Alicia draining my yuri energy by the second, I had to make a call.
"G-get... away..."
My wrecked throat from last night scraped out a weird, broken violin sound, but it was intelligible enough. Alicia jumped like I'd shocked her.
"Real cold after all?"
"... "
"Sorry. Misread it. Didn't know you were sick."
In stark contrast to her clinginess so far, she backed off in a flash. Phew. Feels like I can breathe. After hesitating a bit, she finally went to the other girls, just like I wanted. Good. Should've done that ages ago.
But one thing bugged me. Curiosity killed the cat, but I'm no cat.
"Why so clingy..."
I knew it'd sound rude to whoever heard, but my voice was shot anyway—just mumbling to myself. No way she heard. Top-of-the-class Alicia was already too far, back turned.
Should've kept it a thought. Now it nags at me.
But...
"Told you."
"'Cause I like you."
...Her hearing top-of-the-class too? Wait, what? Alicia slipped into the group of girls after that. Left alone, I stood there gaping like an idiot, brain buffering—what did I just hear?
Of course I don't hate a girl who charges straight ahead like that. Beyond not hating—pro or con? Pro. Ultra-pro. Ultra-ultra-ultra-pro. Raised with love, ace at expressing feelings, the type who bulldozes through dense girlies like a refreshing cider burst—who wouldn't love that as a yuri fan?
But why me? Fuck. So goddamn unlucky. All I want in life is to spectate thick, slimy, beautiful lesbian pussy-grinding up close. This hits like a bolt from the blue.
Probably meant nothing by it. Yeah. Girls toss around "like" and "love" casually. Has to be. No way I'd ever get involved. What nerve would I even have?
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Ah. I wanna cry...