Liar, Liar
Liar, liar. That was Alicia's assessment of Lily.
Of course, Lily had never spat outright lies at Alicia. She'd never broken any promises, either, and this wasn't about bragging or anything like that. It was about her nature. Alicia had seen right through the instinctive self-restraints Lily imposed on herself. Lily wasn't honest with her own feelings. She had this bad habit of not voicing what she clearly wanted. As if saying it out loud would make it vanish like a puff of smoke. It stood out especially in her relationships with others—more precisely, with girls her age.
But if that were all, Alicia wouldn't have gone so far as to call her a liar. Wasn't it just her sorting what she could say from what she couldn't, based on her own convictions, and keeping it inside? The real problem was how Lily maneuvered things so the other person would give her what she wanted. She couldn't bring herself to ask outright because of some mental block, yet she lacked the resolve to abandon her desires entirely, so she just waited for the other to make the first move. To Alicia, that was downright sneaky. If things went wrong, she'd immediately play dumb: I didn't want it, you did it on your own, so it's not my fault—that's what it boiled down to. You could even call it a lack of responsibility.
Alicia's thoughts paused there. Because Lily had slipped into the bathroom.
"……."
"Uh. Y'know, when I thought about it... we're, like, that, right."
Alicia glanced at the door. She'd definitely locked it. Meanwhile, Lily was babbling incoherently. It wasn't really directed at Alicia—it was just an excuse to fool herself about her own emotions.
"Like, yeah? Sex partners and all. So, in the bathroom... bathing together is totally normal? Something we should do... or whatever."
What was she mumbling about all by herself? Alicia didn't respond. She just soaked in the tub, silently watching Lily. The intensity of her gaze must have been sharp enough even for the oblivious Lily to notice, because Lily flinched, twisting her body awkwardly as she spoke.
"Ah, um, my body's kinda... stupid, right...?"
"…."
Here we go again. Alicia couldn't help thinking with a sneer. Never mind what "stupid body" even meant—Lily was clearly hoping for denial. What're you talking about? It's not stupid at all. If anything... That was the response she wanted, her pink eyes brimming with that telltale expectation as she stared at Alicia. Alicia could see right through the pathetic ploy.
"……."
She fell silent for a moment. Alicia had no interest in pandering to what others wanted. It wasn't cold-heartedness; she was just brutally straightforward, saying exactly what she felt. Even with someone she liked. If anything, that's why she wanted to break that bad habit of hers. Give her a proper scolding, make sure she never did it again. That seemed like the right approach.
...It should have.
"…."
Alicia opened her eyes, dizzy with temptation, and took in the intruder who'd barged into the bathroom without permission. Sloppy. There was no better word. Lily's body was the epitome of sloppiness. Every inch, every curve was unforgivably sloppy. Had all those beloved dessert calories gone straight to her chest? No way a single towel could cover those massive tits—the tops bulged out stubbornly, their flesh carving a deep cleavage on its own. And that waist, cinching in tight before flowing into supple hips. The steamy air made the thin towel cling, outlining her naked curves in shameless detail. Her pale skin, flushed with some inexplicable heat, glowed pink at every joint. Pink hair, pink eyes, pink-tinged body everywhere. Utterly sloppy.
So Alicia meant to say it. She thought it, opened her mouth—
"Pretty."
"...R-Really...?"
Hearing the sincere compliment, Lily awkwardly scratched her cheek, looking flustered. It pissed Alicia off a little. She could sense Lily's true feelings bubbling under that fabricated reaction—thrilled to death, practically jumping for joy. But what could she do? As she'd just said, Alicia was straightforward. It meant she could only say what she truly felt. Lily was pretty. And hot as hell. No exaggeration there.
Alicia could only stare blankly as Lily approached, tail wagging like a happy puppy. When Alicia's eyes inevitably lingered on that lewd body, Lily squirmed, her skin twitching shyly wherever the gaze landed. Praise me more. Tell me I'm pretty. Look at me with those hungry eyes... Alicia had no mind-reading powers, but she could guess that's exactly what Lily was thinking.
"Can I... get in...?"
"…."
"Ah, I mean, sex partners. Us."
"...Get in."
The word "sex partners" felt like a cruel twist. Alicia felt deeply wronged. If they'd actually fucked, fine—but Lily had twisted it to her advantage at some point. Sex partners. Sex partners. Every damn time. Didn't she ever get tired of it? Alicia's blue eyes darkened like ocean depths. At the same time, she held her breath, watching Lily's innocent face light up with a giggle as her body displaced the water, making it overflow.
Now that it's come to this, why not make it official? So it's not unfair anymore? No one could blame her for it. Hell, they might even yell at her for not jumping on such blatant temptation. The thought gained strength as their skin began to touch, growing darker and more insidious—until it peaked when Lily started stealing glances at Alicia's body, murmuring "pretty" to herself.
...But Alicia held back. Suppressing the urge to grab that body right in front of her, stroke it, force out moans—it was superhuman restraint. She thought: I could do it anytime. Crush that slutty body, make her squeal—easy. Her sensitive spots would fall in no time. But after that? Their relationship would stay at "sex partners" and nothing more. It might be overthinking, but Alicia's instincts screamed it. She couldn't conquer Lily with just physical intimacy.
So Alicia endured. Like always. That endless patience was a big reason Lily misunderstood her—thinking she was being raised like livestock on some vast estate, out of obsession. In reality, it was the opposite: Lily had it all wrong. Alicia was slowly, very slowly luring her prey into the trap with her own feet. So she could never escape. So she couldn't even make excuses like "it's not my fault." That was the only reason Alicia didn't take Lily right away.
"……."
"……."
But you crossed the line first.
Alicia faced Lily's body in the tub. Skin met skin fully through the thin towel draped around her. This much is normal anyway. She gave in to the whispering desire swelling inside her. I'll draw you in slowly, she'd thought—making her earlier resolve look foolish. Alicia's hands began to toy with Lily's body.
"Ah...!"
The moment she stroked the outer thigh of those plump legs, Lily let out a heated sigh. The soft, yielding skin clung to her fingers addictively. Feeling the heavy tits on Lily's chest harden slightly with arousal, Alicia narrowed her eyes and continued.
No escape for you. Alicia avoided the spots Lily thought were off-limits in their "relationship," even if she wanted to touch them. So her hands stayed to the usual: knees, thighs, outer nape, around the waist. Nothing new from school.
"Ah, ah, this, no, can't...!"
"Why?" You never complained at school. The nuance hit home, and Lily meekly surrendered her body. Red handprints bloomed quickly on her white skin. Lily melted into a dazed, hazy expression, reduced to moaning "ah, ah." It was less sigh now, more outright groan. Her pink eyes brimmed with unfulfilled longing. She was begging for more. Touch me more. Deeper inside, grip me hard, torment me, somewhere lewder...
Alicia was more than ready to give it all. If Lily would just say it.
"No...!"
But Lily never voiced her wish.
"…."
Stubborn as steel wire. Alicia wondered what made her like this. That's why she'd followed her here—to snoop up close. Lily was tied to her past; Alicia was sure of it now. That was enough. She could've sent family lackeys to dig up anyone in seconds, no need to foot it herself anymore. If I solve your issues, will you open up more?
"No, hate it, ngh, ugh, let go...!"
"…."
Not honest at all.
For now, teasing her body just frustrated her without changing the liar's nature. If Lily begged for more, Alicia wouldn't hold back. But this tease wouldn't break. No real disappointment—she hadn't expected it—but it was annoying. Annoying kids need punishment. If you're gonna keep lying, I'll make sure you can't even speak.
Alicia slipped her fingers into Lily's mouth—index and middle. The small mouth filled instantly with just two fingers. The surprised wriggling felt good against her. Lily's soft flesh squished and slumped into her.
"Mmph, hng, no, pwease, ngh, ahk...!"
Lily sometimes slipped into polite speech without thinking. Masochist, maybe? Alicia knew people got off on being dominated by aggressive partners, stripped of body and mind, toyed with. How? She was the total opposite.
She loved tormenting. Not brute violence and pain—putting a loved one in her grasp, teasing until they begged. Physical acts were just the means. She yanked Lily's red tongue, rubbing the tip. Saliva drooled between her fingers. She scraped the soft inner cheeks, leaving prints. Lily let out a weird "hngk." By the time Alicia brushed between her teeth like finger-brushing, the flailing body had gone limp. Waist strength gone, Lily slumped against Alicia's chest, gazing up with blank eyes.
"Ah, no...!"
"Yeah."
"……."
That was it. She pulled her fingers out. Hands off Lily's body, resting casually on the tub's edge. Alicia soothed her lingering regret. The urge to do more pierced the sky, but she saved it for later, tamping down the arousal. Lily's dazed, aroused face—blinking those big eyes with an "eh"—was oddly satisfying. I could give you anything you want. If you just say it.
Alicia smirked mockingly at her. Then her eyes caught Lily's neck. Red, swollen bruises dotted it. Not just the neck—her collarbone was covered. The deepest was right at the top of her chest, precariously placed.
"………."
Random aside, but Alicia acknowledged Dana's existence. Separate from her dislike of anyone close to Lily, she accepted Dana had to be by her side. Unsatisfying, but reality. A judgment from long observation.
Still, this pissed her off. She knew what those red marks meant.
She thought she wasn't the jealous type, but apparently not. Without thinking, Alicia pressed her lips to one of those red bruises.
"Ah...!"
Sucking hard to erase it, Lily's limp waist arched sky-high with her highest-pitched cry yet. Alicia wasn't oblivious enough not to guess what Dana had done. Lily seemed clueless, though. If she knew, she wouldn't chat so casually with Dana. Her personality would've shown more affection. Or...
Maybe she was pretending not to know.
"Ah, weird, ngh, ahk, don't suck...!"
Did she really not know? Or faking? Even Alicia, confident in reading Lily, wasn't sure. Lily bundled her feelings too tightly.
"…."
Alicia felt mischievous. So she overlaid the bruised skin with her own marks. See, suck the skin like this, and it swells up like this—turns into a red bruise. If you really didn't know, I'll teach you. If faking, I'll make you stop. Either way, no more "bug bite" excuses.
Alicia grinned wickedly. Lily glared back, eyes brimming with tears, looking like she hated her guts.