All Correct! Gimme My Reward
Sex. "All corwect." She sticks out a victory V with that lispy voice. I did it. I nailed it. Lilbug pulled it off. Studying's a piece of cake. At this rate, I've got full marks in the bag. So come on, quick. Gimme my pwize. Ehehhe... I find myself staring at Alicia with this weirdly eager look on my face.
Is my expression that hilarious? Alicia smirks. Then suddenly, she crosses her legs like a queen on her throne. It's such a perfect pose, I almost want to drop to my knees right there. Her blank face shifts—just a tiny bit. In an instant, she gazes at me with this languid expression, and I'm mesmerized, staring right back. She opens her mouth.
"You should've studied this hard from the start."
"Kek." Impossible. No way. Even if I whined that she knows I do well when I try, it wouldn't mean shit to her. So skip the small talk. More importantly... hurry the fuck up... It feels like someone's stretching time out like taffy. Those few seconds drag on, and I start squirming in frustration. If I were a dog, I'd be panting with my tongue lolling out. Alicia just lounges there all relaxed, oblivious to my impatience. Or maybe she's doing it on purpose. Yeah, definitely. The way she's watching me like a hawk says it all.
"I said I'd tease you, remember?"
When? Did we even talk about that? I rack my brain and finally remember—back when we were plucking petals for "she loves me, she loves me not." That was ages ago. Honestly, it's ridiculous. And tease me how? You promised a reward if I got them all right. I worked my ass off, stomach churning, cramming shit that wouldn't stick... I glare at her all sulky, like I'm about to die of grievance, but Alicia doesn't bat an eye. If anything, she seems to enjoy it more. Cheater. I huff and turn my head away.
We've been in here a while. The summer sky outside the window's already dimming. The stifling heat's eased off a bit, and the room's AC now feels downright chilly. Ugh. I pout. Truth is, I wasn't dying to do this either. Was my heart really pounding just at the word "reward"? Doesn't fit my philosophy. 'Cause yeah, it's kinda yuri-ish, even by my standards. But you wanted it. You've been craving my belly like it's life or death. I made the special exception, but if you're not into it, fine, I won't force it.
"..."
Alicia's being a total jerk. Especially how she observes me like she knows exactly what I'm thinking, ending with that lazy smile. I feel like prey cornered by a master hunter. She's not even moving, but my escape routes are shrinking, and I'm getting jittery bit by bit.
"Alicia..."
In the end, I can't help it—I take the step forward. I twist my upper body toward her, pressing close. My damp eyes flutter as I let out a soft "Huu." Maybe this is what she was aiming for. Maybe she was hinting that my attitude so far wouldn't cut it if I want what I want. No way. Know your place. What the hell are you doing...? My instincts scream warning, but I ignore them. Whatever. Right now, I just wanna feel good. And for that, I gotta play along with her mood.
"My tummy feels... weird..."
"..."
"But I have... no idea what to do about it."
I hint slyly, like solo play won't cut it, like I need her touch. Girls like her aren't that hard to handle. She gets off on being in control. So my play is to make her think she's got the reins on this relationship. Go ahead, do whatever. I'm just a doll. A toy you can manipulate without resistance, reacting exactly how you want. I can't hurt you. So hurry, yeah, hurry...
Like she heard my thoughts, Alicia obliges, extending her arm. Scared she'll change her mind, my belly arches out to meet her first. ...Mortifying. But the thought vanishes quick. Her fingertips brush my skin.
"Hng..."
Alicia's hands are cool, perfect against my higher-than-average body temp. But even after reaching, she takes her sweet time. Just rests her palm on my lower belly, doing nothing. I'm the one burning up, so I subtly lift and drop my hips, pressing her hand firmer against me. Ah. This... feels good... Just her hand on my belly, a little rub, and I'm exhaling hot "Huu." That weird sensation she taught me spreads through my whole body; I curl my toes. Alicia naturally pulls me into a tight hug.
"So cute."
Not cute at all. You're way cuter. I grumble. That smirking face is so pretty and sexy, no girl could resist. Complaints pile up inside, but I don't wanna ruin the mood, so I shut up. Then Alicia buries her face in my hair, inhaling deeply. She does this sometimes, acting like my pink locks are the eighth wonder. No clue why—just her weird fetish, I guess. While she's distracted sniffing, I use her arm as leverage to grind her hand against all the good spots. Even that's enough to haze my brain. I turn into a total idiot, moaning "Aah, aah, hek, huu." Limits loosening bit by bit. Nothing like touching myself...
Alicia starts groping me everywhere with her free hand. So fast, so skilled, I can't keep up. Shoulder, then collarbone, calf, thigh, side... If it veered too naughty, I'd shove her off. But she sticks to barely-permissible zones, stroking teasingly. Her instincts are spooky good. By the time I snap to, every spot she's touched burns like fire.
"Ngh, huu, haa, haaa..."
Breathing out over and over, but the heat won't fade. I'm on the verge of tears now. No idea why, but my vision's all misty.
"Lily. You're so easy..."
"Yaa."
Don't treat me like a pushover. It's just this weird feeling from a few touches. Don't say it like you conquered me easy. My pride's wrecked. Pouting hard, I "Hmph" and turn away, refusing eye contact. But I cling tight to the arm on my belly—no escape there. Anyway, Lilbug's pissed.
"Sorry. Cheer up."
Alicia apologizes quick.
"But what can I do? You're just that easy."
Not an apology—that's mockery. I bristle to snap back, but her actions cut me off. Like proving her point, the hand idle on my belly starts moving. Fingers lift and press, lift and press, and my back arches, head thrown back with a "Hwaak"—speechless. Then, on my flushed belly, she circles gently, then smack smack like spanking a baby's butt, skin slapping loud on purpose, and I—ah, aaah...
...Can't describe it. Too lewd, doesn't suit me, not explaining more.
......
After it's over. In my book, what Alicia and I did was wholesome. Totally healthy girl-on-girl stuff. Lock two girls in a room—even if it's not a sex-proof trap—and from my pervy yuri-brain, expecting some heavy pussy-rubbing and moaning is normal. Compared to that, what just happened was squeaky clean.
"Felt good, right?"
"...Shut up."
That's when I finally get why I kept pushing Alicia away before. It felt amazing, addictive as hell, makes you crave more, and eventually, you'll want the full deal. Pre-Dana-consultation me would've freaked and bolted. But now, my thinking's shifted a bit.
Ah. Still, this ain't it... Whatever. Maybe one request? I point accusingly at Alicia.
"Don't think that just 'cause you let me do this, I'm, like, special about you or anything."
"What's that outta nowhere?"
"Got it? If you didn't know... "
"Got it."
She replies like a stuffed predator, all sated. Whatever, she's mellow and high, so she'll humor me.
Ugh. Not satisfying. "You're just, yeah, like a partner or whatever. No intentions of catching feelings..."
"Lily. You know what you're saying? Partner...?"
"Sex partner! That's all!"
"..."
......Silence stretches.
What did I just say? Hits me right after.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Face burning. I wanna crawl into a hole from shame. No holes here, so I cover my face with both hands, stewing in mortification. No plans for actual sex. It just slipped out. Our thing is, yeah, no-sex sex partners. Means nothing, just occasional body-touching, so don't get ideas. I ramble my thoughts forever, but Alicia just half-listens, smirking "One more round?" all sly.
Ah. That's not it at all...