I Have Friends Too
I have friends too.
The incident started with a single remark from Beatus as she watched Wiyu, forever chased by classes.
"...Can I count you as my first friend, Beatus?"
"I'd be grateful if you thought that way, but in some sense, it's a bit regrettable."
Wiyu tried her best at everything—hanging out with friends, listening to professors, working hard. Honestly, setting aside the infamous reputation of the first-generation Witchcraft, the second-generation was just a kid who hadn't learned properly yet. She thought she'd live her whole life as a commoner, only to stumble into nobility and get swept up in duties she'd never even considered. A pitiful child who caused massive accidents, but to her first-year classmates, she was ultra-pitiful.
Most people who knew her looked at her with sympathy, like she was a dim-witted kid they had to look after or cherish. What more needed to be said? Even Beatus, who had faced lifelong discrimination, rejection, contempt, and persecution just for being a goat suin, was left speechless by Wiyu. She never talked about her own past, but seriously—wasn't it too much that she didn't even know her own race? Thinking of herself as a guy, calling herself a diligent worker... Her darkness ran so deep it felt like even she couldn't comprehend it. Today, too, Beatus worried about Wiyu.
"Running toward graduation is great, but you gotta rest when it's time to rest."
Even on this weekend, she'd hole up in the library studying, right? When Wiyu couldn't even respond to that, Beatus informed her that the library was closing early for the top student. Then I'll just study at a café, she muttered, so Beatus stretched her cheeks wide.
"Go have some fun."
"I don't know how to have fun...!"
Wiyu, who had no same-sex friends and zero experience hanging out with the opposite sex, made a pouty face. Beatus, who had never met anyone who didn't know how to play, trusted that the super alpha male ultra-social insider(?) would take good care of her and patted Wiyu's shoulder.
"Guys hang out with guys! Yamucha said he's free."
If you don't know how to play, learn! In Beatus's eyes, what shone wasn't dreams or graduation, but the youth and vitality right in front of her!!
"Yeah!!"
Wiyu replied energetically, saying she'd invite Yamucha out for the weekend.
"Don't worry, he won't say no."
Beatus swallowed the part about headbutting his waist if he refused.
"No, fuck. Want me to give those bitches a taste of my venom?"
A weekend that should have been happy... Zeke Giratina, summoned over, tossed aside any pretense and snarled at Beatus. Beside her was Meru Lume, a commoner classmate and Wiyu's dormmate.
"What was Wiyu's outfit today?"
"She said she's hanging with a friend, so short-sleeved shirt and shorts, casual."
"Forget that—how do you know all my fave points? Spill it!"
"Because I'm the pro in this field, little girl."
Zeke had scouted the perfect "spots" where handsome guys like Yamucha were visible, all for her stalking. The rest of the group had long since figured out she was that kind of girl and milked it for all it was worth.
"You want me to watch real-time NTR?! I'm pissed!!"
"They're just friends, relax."
"If she's oblivious enough not to notice someone stalking her across the continent with that level of obsession, it's fine, right?"
"And yet this yandere has no combat power and just gets pushed around—hilarious."
Punching Meru, poking Beatus's butt with her tail stinger—no damage went through in this tragic situation. Finally worn out, Zeke pulled out as many telescopes as there were heads and handed them over.
"But I'm a stalker too, so maybe I shouldn't say this—don't you guys have anything better to do on the weekend?"
"Nope."
"Watch some local broadcasts. Way more fun. Kids these days, tsk tsk..."
Was this academy youth? Zeke tilted her head, doubting it.
"...Am I imagining it? Feels like three pairs of eyes on me..."
This gaze... feels like girls watching.
Wiyu invited him out for the weekend; threats of death if he didn't come from multiple people. Even a third-year senior he barely knew threatened him. Finally, two club seniors handed him the key, saying they'd clear out the clubroom for fun and left smiling.
—How it turned into this, he honestly questioned.
But with nothing but gym on his weekend agenda anyway, Yamucha chose hanging with his club friend.
"Hey, what're you thinking?"
"Oh, nothing much."
Neither had specific plans, so they gathered at the clubroom to draw manga. They could read comics too, and there were game consoles—perfect for when they got tired.
"Kaoru-senpai said the concept's solid, but what art style should I go for?"
Wiyu sketched various styles on paper just by imagining them, finishing in seconds. Yamucha envied the talent anew while reviewing the story outline. No rough edges, satisfying payoffs, simple setting.
[A demon from hell hunts demons alongside a witch!]
Flawless plot; good art and it'd be a hit. Plus, drawn by a witch—the second-gen Witchcraft—people might check it for first-gen lore curiosity.
"Pressing with my chest makes a nice paperweight... Wait, is it smudging?"
Wiyu grabbed her massive breast like a paperweight. It was too huge and heavy for her small hands. The desk vibration and thud suggested at least 2KG each. Yamucha desperately ignored it, but as a scorpion suin, he was too vibration-sensitive to miss it.
"Let's do one chapter in this style."
"Any reference comics?"
Wiyu naturally scooted closer. Zard the orc from her class complained daily, but her scent was brutally sweet. Like honey gathered on a desert cactus flower as you dehydrated to death. The juicy cactus danced seductively in heat haze mirages—vividly imaginable.
Thwack.
While Wiyu wasn't looking, Yamucha punched his face to stay calm and spat scorpion venom into his mouth.
"Oh yeah, tons of naughty books here. High exposure fits the content—ramp it up?"
"Ero stuff...? You can just say it outright?"
"Guys talking, no biggie, right?"
Guess so... Academy guys in their prime always brought up porn stars. Revo had debated Beatus's beauty for 30 minutes with passion. Love or whatever—Yamucha, focused on studies and graduation, couldn't relate.
"Hmmm~ You're popular, so you've got the luxury, huh?"
"Why jump to that?"
"Showing off the cutie who adores you. Smooth."
Her tone—match guy beats or girl beats? Infuriating. She said it casually, laughing, but was there more? His suin survival instincts overheated his brain, fever rising.
"Same continent natives, but honestly, it's awkward."
"Not burdened by a beauty's love? Be real with your friend."
"Be real..."
Lifting his head, Yamucha realized how "real" Wiyu was. Facing each other, a lean forward revealed the absurd.
'No binder...?'
Her coppery skin gleamed smooth and glossy....
Smack.
"Huh?"
"Sleepy, that's all."
"Mm... Not playing, wanna nap? Maybe better—lie down together?"
She laid out a pillow, patted the floor beside her. Let's laze hardcore since we're playing—waste the weekend idly! Her eyes sparkled. Yamucha saw disaster: spacing meant breast or back touching. Plus, Meru said her sleep habits were awful—secondary damage inevitable.
"Conditioning's key, right? Don't just crash when sleepy—you'll toss at night."
"True, makes sense!"
"And finishing tasks quick to play freely feels better than procrastinating, yeah?"
"Ooh, first-year heartthrob's mindset is different. Ahh~ Wish I was a commoner, not noble..."
"Sounds arrogant—watch it?"
"Yeah, but as commoner, I'd hang closer with you."
"Aren't we close now?"
"Hotter, physical closeness—like, hard to explain."
Wiyu sighed, smack, back to paper. She meant guy stuff: workouts, baths after, guy talk girls can't hear. Flipping through seniors' ero books freely, debating. Insisting she's a guy, but body female—misunderstanding bait. Yamucha took the terrifying fastball direct.
"Yeah, girl's body can't gym or bath together."
"See, Yamucha's smart!"
"You just suck at explaining..."
Others'd misunderstand big-time, Yamucha sighed.
"Hehe... Chatting with a friend is fun."
Just this moment bliss—she beamed. Yamucha pitied her deep loneliness.
Meanwhile, breasts hindered drawing—shoved under desk; body close to paper, pushed forward. Desk pressure crushed his abs, murderous, but he tanked with core strength and patience. Oblivious, Wiyu happily sketched Warlord of Change designs, adding cute characters.
"Manuscript done! Thanks, Yamucha!"
"All I did was tone advice, backgrounds, anatomy checks."
"That's prime assist!"
"Hmm... Protagonist and you—pretty feminine."
"Grew up rural with just Mom and Aunt Merlen—girl surroundings? Lack muscles?"
"Not muscle-related. Beatus is tough."
"Cock presence difference...?"
"Don't say that to Beatus..."
"But cock... jealous..."
"Enough cock talk!" Yamucha head-desked.
Hard for him to grasp loss of what he had. Wiyu knew it was too much, packed manuscript, changed topic.
"Alright! Lunchtime! Sweets okay? I'll make 'em."
"We could buy out—wait, why make?"
"Grand Duke stole the chocolates I made before?"
She'd make tons to stuff him full, conjuring cake with witch powers. Special for friend—not even café menu—proudly explained.
"How's it? Yum, right? Mom loves it!"
"Unbelievable skill for a guy... But I gotta eat the whole thing—"
Yum? Wiyu sparkled. Eyes met, Yamucha calculated calories silently, devoured the full cake despite no cheat day. Created by power, but infused with noble "friendship and love." Sugar shock loomed, but he pinched armpit with pincer to endure.
"Our village had games, but ancient."
"Why so many in manga club?"
"Dunno? Akarino-senpai collected?"
"Grr... Unfair..."
"Hahaha! Never played for real, huh?"
Manuscript done, bellies full, hours gaming. Banter, random games—pure fun.
"Practice for next win... Nah, impossible."
"No need for versus only?"
"Ugh, tired... sleepy..."
"Wrap up?"
"Play again sometime."
"Sure."
Wiyu flopped for nap; Yamucha exited. Opening door, eye contact with lurking Akarino-senpai.
"Going home this early?"
"Gym, not home..."
"Fucking normie."
"Wha..."
Why this from senpai? Hurt, but she shin-kicked reply. Everyone shin-kicking lately? Yamucha crumpled, aggrieved.
"What a fulfilling weekend.>"
"True man."
"Yamucha likes flat chests..."
"For real?"
The boredom-free four dispersed. On Meru's doubt: so obvious, how's he not falling? Zeke snapped. Beatus: real bro friendship. "Love when that twists to lust. Slip panties in clubroom—awkward eye-lock when he picks up? Priceless.>" Change spilled vicious plot. Too much? But not our problem—call when it happens. "Buncha psychos." Stalker from across continent sanest? "Complain? Eat this!!>" "Grah!" Zeke dashed, vowing Yamucha won't fall to "lewd huge-tit gal." "Fun to watch." "Agreed." "Jealous yuri vibes...>" Youth frontlines normal. Three parted cheerily. See ya.