Caught Red-Handed
"It's fine if you get found out. Even if things change, it's okay. I'll handle it for you." That's what Dana said. There was something in her sincere advice that stirred the heart. Even a mess like me starts wondering if maybe, just maybe, it really would be alright.
I'd always vaguely known that my flimsy defenses couldn't suppress my innate instincts. So I decided to be honest—just a little. Just a tiny bit. Wait for me, everyone. The ultimate yuri express, Lily the Pervert, is pulling out!
I strut right out there like I own the place. To observe the girls rubbing their pussies!
"Uhehehehe... Oh ho, oh ho, ohohohohoho..."
Of course. I think to myself with a wry chuckle. The festival and my talk with Dana did shift my mindset a little, but the core of what makes me me hasn't budged. I mean, if a few words and some advice could flip someone's heart just like that, that would be the weird part.
So today, I'm acting just like always. Yuri invaded by a TS girl is a sin. Muttering that vow under my breath like a stubborn potted plant tucked in the corner, I blissfully watch every last bit of yuri action from the girls in my sightlines.
Serina spots me and comes over, chatting about the festival while naturally taking my hand—I stare at the whole sequence in fascination, then mischief bubbles up and I grip her palm back, locking eyes and giggling.
Alicia sidles up close at some point, and I'm dying for her to touch my belly again, but she shows no sign of it, leaving me a bit miffed—then she tempts me with "Wanna grab something yummy after?" and I flop over like a puppy flashing its tummy, nodding with an "Ehehehe."
Smack in the center of this everyday scene that shows zero signs of actual yuri, I observe the girls like I'm judging a contest and toss out my commentary.
Sion. How long are you gonna keep "glancing"? Just grab her hand already. A shady girl like you showing that much affection, and Momo will pick up on it in a heartbeat. Girls are like that. They fall for whoever last brushed their fingertips. Whoever Momo likes right now, the last one to touch her wins—so grab that hand first. Then Momo falls in an instant, and even if you drag her off and lock her up, she won't complain. Hell, she'll probably greenlight pussy-rubbing without a second thought.
Did my wish reach her or something? Sion actually grabs Momo's hand. I nearly scream at the sight.
Whoa, for real?
And then I sigh. Ah. It's over. Yuri alert. Get married, you two. Have ten daughters who look just like you and live happily ever after...
I'm watching it all like I'm at the movies when Serina, who's been squeezing my hand to death for ages, glances at my "Uhehehe" face and lets out a soft sigh. "Jeez."
...
Daily life flies by. In the blink of an eye, another trial looms before me: exams. I hate exams. Hate studying, hate using my brain, hate how the prep vibe makes the girls all standoffish with each other—ugh, I just hate it all.
Studying is soooo painful that I put it off as long as humanly possible. One more day. Just one more. Slacking like that, I leisurely ogle the girls instead. Now there's less than two weeks till exams...!
This is seriously bad. If my scores suck and I keep falling short, eventually I'll get held back. If I do...
I...
Wait, hold up—doesn't that mean I'd get to see new girls? Oh? And no weird rumors this time about some male teacher doing extra classes. Screw studying! Hell yeah! I'll flunk out, devour every new girl who shows up around me—chew 'em up, savor 'em! Maybe I won't graduate this damn school forever? No way. Total scam. But screw it, I'll flunk right now. Ugh. Lily's gonna tank these exams!
Those thoughts stayed just thoughts. Because Alicia suddenly appears and drags me off...
"Lily. Time to study."
"Uuuu..."
Who the hell are you to stop me from flunking? I glare at her all pissy, but Alicia doesn't even flinch. She just shoves me toward a desk and chair in the corner.
Again with this place? A mere student waltzing in and out of the staff room like it's a diner with a friend, and no one bats an eye? She must have some serious cred.
It does look like a prime study spot, though. Better than the library last time. No hallway noise means solid soundproofing. Double-locked door keeps intruders out. If I get wiped out studying, I could crash on that big sofa over there.
Yeah, okay, I get it. Studying here would be super efficient. Especially with Alicia right beside me—I could learn a ton from her and breeze through exams. But screw that, I just don't wanna.
I fidget like crazy.
"......"
"......"
Guess I'm just hopeless. She sets up the perfect stage, and I try to weasel out like some brat. I'm the type who won't listen unless someone's cracking the whip. Unless it's yuri, I'm basically allergic to effort. No real reward helps either. "Ta-da! Your prize is a better test score!" Yeah, that does jack shit for me.
Can't exactly say that to the sweet girl who went out of her way to bring me here, so I shut up.
Alicia acts like she has some responsibility for my exam prep. No clue why, but that's how it is. Kinda sad seeing her carve out time from her busy schedule to babysit me.
How about we skip studying and do something way more fun? I beam at her like that's the question.
...
Not a blip on Alicia's radar. She declares:
"From here to here. I'll quiz you in an hour."
"Euuu..."
Wait, when did she get this close? Alicia scoots her chair right up, her hip practically bumping mine. Our pelvises are brushing now. I feel her breath, those long pretty lashes right in my face. Staring blankly at her perfect nose, she rolls her eyes to meet mine and says:
"Get them all right, and I'll give you a reward."
Something about that sounds dirty. Why does "reward" hit so lewd? I smirk inwardly at Alicia. She still doesn't get how to handle me. Should be the other way around, dummy. "One wrong answer, and it's punishment"—with that sultry face she's making. Then I'd freak and study my ass off to avoid any weird stuff with her.
Sure, my thinking's shifting lately, but I'm still blocking out pointless yuri aimed at me. So don't expect me to bust my ass just for some "reward." I snicker out loud.
Even a genius like her slips up sometimes, I think.
Alicia stares at my face intently, then drops a curveball:
"Why do I wanna torment you so bad?"
"Huh?"
No idea what she's on about, so I just tilt my head. With her doll-like face, Alicia asks:
"Lily. Was my belly rub that good?"
"...Outta nowhere?"
"Answer me."
Random as hell. Weren't we talking studying? Can't follow the thread, but saying yes feels wrong, so I shake my head no.
"Liar." Alicia's tone is ice-cold firm.
"Really? Then what was that I saw?"
"Wh-what...?"
The vibe turns weird. Alicia's smirking now, eyes crinkling slyly—cute as hell. She looks thrilled, almost.
"I saw everything. You. After school..."
"Uwak! Awak! Uwaaaaaah!"
I wail to shut her mouth before she finishes. And then it hits me. What she's getting at.
No, wait—that lower belly poke felt so good, but solo touching couldn't match it. Can't beg Alicia for it after swearing off yuri, so I held back till I was burning up, and one day after class when the room was empty, I just... zoned out at Alicia's desk, pressing my belly against the edge corner, poke poke, yeah. Got weirdly good vibes, turned into a habit...
"Uwaaaaaah!"
I shriek, practically yanking my hair out. She saw that? Alicia herself?!
Wait, don't get it twisted. Not 'cause I like you or anything. No pining feelings here. Just my body reacting. Imagining your fingers, your touch—purely physical. My body wants you, that's all...
I try to spit out exactly that, but my last shred of sanity clamps my mouth shut. I'm just rolling my eyes in panic and shock, frozen.
Alicia watches me with a soft laugh.
After a beat, she repeats:
"Get them all right, and I'll give you a reward."
To that, I nod blankly. "Y-yeah."