Why Does Vacation Even Exist?
The end-of-term ceremony is over. The class buzzes with excitement for our first vacation as high schoolers. With summer heat intensifying, kids planning beach trips grin from ear to ear, thrilled just by the word vacation itself. But one student can't join the vibe at all. That's me.
"Whyyyyyy..."
I'm huddled in my usual corner, sobbing quietly to myself. Vacation's really here? I wished it'd never come in my lifetime. Why do we even need breaks? The heat? If it's too hot to study, just make the girls huddle together. You know, this cools that? Sweat it out, drain some other stuff too—problem solved. Rub those pussies together to build class spirit. Wouldn't that be perfect? Give me back my yuri voyeur life!
I barely suppress the urge to storm the chairman's office and demand they cancel vacation. Meanwhile, time marches on mercilessly. Kids grab bags, chatting "See ya after break!" or "Catch you on the trip!" and file out. More and more leave.
No. Don't go. You pussies. How could you abandon just me like this?
As I shiver in loneliness, Serina approaches.
"Lily, you're staying in the dorms, right?"
"Yeah..."
"My house is close to school, so I'll visit sometimes. Cool?"
"Yeah. Sounds good."
Angelic Serina. She's worried I'll be lonely and wants to check on me—it's so touching, I could cry.
"Oh, you could come to my place too. What do you think?"
Cheeky little minx. There's a limit to naivety. Don't invite people over so casually. Lucky it's me—if it were another girl, she'd get pounced on, no complaints.
But whatever. Since it's me, it's fine.
"Yeah, I'll come over."
"I'll prep that thing we did last time."
"...Last time?"
"Ehehe."
Serina trails off, scratching her cheek like she's embarrassed. It takes me a second, but I get it—blood rushes to my face.
I don't know. Last time. At Serina's house. What did we do? Nothing big. Just melted stickily, like ice cream—or a snowman in midsummer. No idea why my heart's pounding like this. I miss the chance to play dumb and brush it off.
Cancel the angel comment. She's lewd. Super lewd.
A sleazy mood hangs between us. Serina fans her flushed face—embarrassed? Ashamed? Both?
"So... hot. Lily, I'm heading out first. I'll text, so pick up?"
"...Yeah."
"Bye then!"
She bolts from the classroom. I stare blankly at her retreating footsteps.
Alicia, who's been watching leisurely, approaches. Habit makes me glance at her hands first—I force my head up to meet her eyes.
"Must suck."
"What?"
"Won't get to touch for a while."
"...?"
What the hell? Touch what? Can't touch for a while, so it sucks? Sounds like she's saying I'll be bummed. Problem is, my brain doesn't get it, but my body does—sending weird signals like magnets pulling. She's not even doing anything, but my naughty body yearns to stick to her.
As I squirm, Alicia's blue eyes crinkle slyly. Only after a pause do I catch her meaning.
Vacation means no touching her for break, so Lily must be sad. That's it.
No way? What an unlucky bitch. Makes me curious how that bottomless self-confidence formed.
"Wanna do a little before we part?"
"D-do what...?"
"You know."
Why's she always gotta plop me on her lap? I'm the problem too. Should've feigned disgust from the start. But there's a me who doesn't mind her doll-like hugs and groping hands.
No more of this over break. Like she said, kinda sad...
What am I thinking?
"Don't make that face like you're about to cry."
"M-me?"
"Yeah. Want a mirror?"
"No."
"Fufufu..."
Alicia releases me once sated, like a carnivore after a feast. Always the same. Hugs on her whim, then stands there lazily, gaze lingering. Thanks for the meal. Looks just like that. So I end up staring blankly at her face. Like now.
"Ah..."
Alone with my thoughts, she reassures me softly.
"It's fine. I'll visit over break."
"Didn't say I was sad!"
"Should I not?"
"......"
Hate her guts. She sets this up, then looks down like If you beg, maybe.
Hmph. I whip my head away. Lily's mad.
But my fake rebellion flops. Alicia rubs my lower belly out of nowhere.
"H-hah...!"
Y-you sneaky bitch. Hitting weak spots like that. Toying like a plaything. Pressing that soft lower pouch like fingerprinting—indescribable feelings hit every time.
Fingers feel so good. Mind blanks. Just a little touching. Heart thumps. Hate it. Weird. Love it. Really hate it. Too good...
After tormenting me like payback for my sass, I finally surrender like a whipped dog. Tail wagging, I whine Come visit, can't go without this, hate you if you don't—totally OOC tantrum—before she lets go.
......
After the ceremony, girls head home. In a blink, school's empty. Time flies. Sun must be a yuri fan too. Flew off chasing bikini girls. Else night wouldn't fall so fast.
Silly thought. Anyway, it's midnight.
School's vast and empty—dead quiet. Learned later: only two first-years staying in dorms over break. Me and Dana, obviously. Different building from upperclassmen, so just us. Dorm supervisor patrols briefly, that's it.
Was it always this creepy? I scan our room. Feels way off from usual. Really empty. No people making noise is totally different. Hits lonely now. No one's around—for real.
Not quite. Dana ignores me, buried in a book mountain. Problem is she won't chat.
A bit teeth-gritty, but I say it.
"Bedtime, Dana."
"You first."
"Lights out?"
"Yeah."
"...Can't read without lights."
"I can."
Are you a cat or what? Night vision or something?
"Aaaah."
"What? Sudden?"
"Beddy-bye, Danaaa."
"Go to bed."
"Together."
I sidle to her bed casually, pillow in hand. Dana eyes me coolly. Her wide eyes scream You? What's up?
"You freaked when I asked for hugs first."
Ancient history. Yeah, changed my mind. Hugging and sleeping together—what's the diff? Switching beds nightly is weird anyway. Might as well share. Good idea, right?
...Kinda shameless to say.
"Kinda... lonely."
"................................"
"W-why stare like that...?"
Her glare could incinerate. Intense.
I blurt defensively.
"Not weird thoughts."
"Like what."
"Just... stuff on my mind. Wanted you to listen..."
I mumble, fidgeting. Dana senses something off.
"H-how's it going?"
"Who. Alicia? Lily, break just started."
"No."
"Serina then?"
"No no, not them."
"...Who?"
I smile bitterly. Dana finally gets it—bolts upright like struck by lightning.
"No way. Lily."
"......"
I say nothing. Just set pillow on her bed, lie down obediently. Gaze at her, arms open.
Wanna hear my troubles?