What Kind of Super Lewd Girl Exists?
Basically, my school life is pretty boring. The only chit-chat I have in class is swapping a few words after Alicia's morning "Feeling okay today?" That's it. My routine of dragging myself to school on time, zoning out through classes, and shuffling back to the dorm has turned into a mindless loop that repeats all week—and it'll keep going forever. The one exception? Watching Alicia and Dana bicker every now and then.
Of course, I'm glued to every possible yuri angle among these fresh-faced schoolgirls, eyes peeled for where those flowers might bloom next. Time flies without me even noticing. But to everyone else? They can't read my mind, so they probably think I'm bored out of my skull. Guess someone actually cared enough to notice.
"Wanna talk?"
It's Serina. Her light brown hair brushes past my eyes, and suddenly she's right up close, saying that. It throws me for a loop.
My spine prickles, hairs standing on end. All I want is to be treated like some decorative potted plant, or a bug in the corner of the classroom—or better yet, a few specks of dust. So when a girl comes at me on her own like this? Not my vibe at all.
Is this that thing? The type who can't stand seeing a loner and has to check in? The girl who's endlessly kind to everyone, but never lets anyone care for her, so her wounds fester deep down until they burst in some dramatic event. She's the picture-perfect cliché of a sweet girl now, but seeing it play out in real life hits different.
What the— She's pretty. Super cute. You can't just smile like that at everyone. It's dangerous. Luring in all the girls with that warm vibe? Unacceptable. No, do it—please…!
"H-huh… nghhh…."
I blink like crazy, huffing through my nose, staring like I want to devour her face. Serina covers her mouth shyly and lets out a little laugh.
"What's up?"
"You're pretty. …No, forget I said that."
What am I doing to this pure, innocent girl? I need to bail right now. If this keeps up, this sweet thing's gonna get hit by the full TS blast…!
"You're prettier."
"Kehk?!"
What a load of crap. If anyone else said that, I'd snap back with "Bullshit." Objectively, I'm not even pretty enough for empty flattery—I seriously wonder if her eyesight's okay. And even if she meant it, I don't want compliments like that. Total yuri waste.
But intentions matter. I only nitpick words like this when I'm gauging yuri potential. Anyway, how do I shake her off? Watching that face pull away hurts, but I can't drop a bomb on a girl so perfect she's painless to look at.
I decide to probe her motive first. Why me, of all people?
"You looked kinda lonely…? And bored, too…."
Serina hesitates, peeking at my reaction like she's scared she'll hurt my feelings. But I'm stunned for a totally different reason.
Not lonely at all. Bored? Please. With all the pussy-gazing angles I scope out—ehehe, uhuhuhu—the day's gone in a flash.
But yeah. Girls our age act like not huddling up and chattering nonstop is a life-threatening crisis. Cute as hell. I get why Serina's doing this, but it just makes my dilemma worse.
What do I do? No way to ditch someone approaching with such pure goodwill.
Unlike with Alicia—where I could flash some "hehe, pussy-cumshot" vibes and scare her off—my instincts scream that won't work here. Serina would just embrace it.
I'm creaking like a wooden puppet, lost in schemes, but she smoothly takes the lead in conversation. Nothing special: part-time jobs, how the dessert at some café was delish, classes suck, that kinda stuff any yuri-girl would chat about.
Me? I'm responding like a total asshole. "Uh," "Yeah," "No"—one-word answers, pretending I'm not interested, looking everywhere but her. Like she's a massive pain in my ass.
No girl could take that without getting hurt. And that's exactly my goal. Even if it means driving a spike into her heart, I gotta make her back off.
She's stacked, so the spike would be custom-sized… what am I saying? Anyway, that's the plan.
…But damn, she's persistent. Shows up after every class. C'mon, isn't this enough? Putting up with a prickly, obviously checked-out jerk like me? That's saint-level kindness.
What now? What now? What now? What now?
Corrupt her. Let Serina get tainted by me. I do wanna see that pure soul dirtied up—but not by me. Anyone else, and I'd be popping popcorn till the cornfield's a wasteland—!
While I'm spacing out, she lands the finishing blow on my frazzled brain.
"Lemme see your hand?"
"Huh?"
Wh-what's she planning? But acting like a creep about to grope her would be gross, so I hold out my hand obediently.
Gah—hand touch! Being observed! Why?! Nothing special here. Wait, too close….
"You take care of your nails?"
"W-wait a sec…."
I'm seriously losing it now. Of course I don't do cute nail care like real girls. I just clip 'em when they bug me. Haven't bothered lately, so they're a bit long.
…Truth is, I bite them when anxious, so they're a mess. Jagged, uneven growth. I let some bleed and ignored the pus marks—tiny scars dot my fingers.
But that doesn't matter. What matters is what she's about to do next.
She stares at my wrecked hand, then pulls out a cute nail clipper from somewhere.
"Huh? Eh?"
"Hold it straight. I'll clip 'em for you."
Hold up—really hold up—no, this is….
I forgot for a sec. This girl's a lewd beast who casually drops "secret friends" and dirty talk on first meetings.
This is it, right? The signal she wants it in her pussy. Pure sex appeal. Making sure the soft inner flesh doesn't get scratched so she can thrust deep—pure affection.
Why advertise it so boldly when you look like that…!
Snip.Snip.
"Hiiik! Eeeek!"
"Hey, quit squirming."
"How can I not—! Y-you're clipping my nails!"
"So?"
Serina beams innocently, like she has no clue. That face is so lewd I'm liable to nosebleed again.
"I do this for the other girls sometimes."
"Kyaaah…."
Saying that overlaps her face with you getting your pussy pounded senseless by other girls!
"Hawawa… hawawawa…."
"Your face is hilarious. Fufu…."
Got it. This beast is a pro. Wraps it in kindness and innocence to toy with girls' hearts. Anyone but me would've fallen instantly.
And that side of you? Way too appealing….
Ah. Seriously! Do this stuff with other girls. Somewhere I can watch live…!
"All done. Looks pretty now."
"I told you not to call it pretty…."
"Huh? Why?"
"…Never mind. Whatever. Now what?"
I seriously thought that was it. Until she flashed the hand cream.
"Hic…."
What happened next? Yeah, she squeezes a huge glob onto my hand. I freeze like an idiot mumbling nonsense. She tells me to rub it in—I refuse desperately, no way, I won't. She narrows her eyes, quietly urging me on. I don't budge, so suddenly—grab—she clasps my hand, squelch squelch, smear smear, slathering it everywhere. Interlocks fingers, violating every crevice till nothing's untouched. Then she giggles seeing me dazed out of my mind: "Your reactions are so fun…."
Wh-what the—this—what kind of super lewd girl exists…?
…
"Hey, what's that on the back of your hand?"
"Back of my hand?"
"Yeah. It's all red."
Red on my hand? News to me. Huh, it really is—a slightly swollen red mark.
"Bug bite?"
"Maybe? Wasn't there yesterday."
Eh, probably nothing.