Chapter 3: My bladder is exploding aaaaaaaah

Fourth day of school.

I was pouting with a gloomy face, as if the world was about to end.

I was definitely really happy until yesterday.

No, it’s not that I’m not happy with this environment surrounded by young girls… but right now, worry seems to be slightly ahead.

My initial resolve to quietly stay tucked away in a corner like a houseplant and voyeuristically—no, observe—the yuri angles is on the verge of shattering.

Right now!

“Are you feeling a bit better today?”

The concerned tone of voice was clearly directed at me, and I couldn’t help but clutch my throbbing head, afflicted by a headache I’d never experienced before.

It was the top student, Alicia.

As soon as I set foot in the classroom this morning, she approached me,

her beautiful face filled with worry, and spoke those words.

“Yeah. Thanks to you.”

I replied appropriately and headed to my usual corner, but the top student started following me closely, as if she had no intention of letting me go.

‘At this rate, I can’t secretly watch the young girls.’

I, who had planned to burn the fresh interactions that only happen during the initial encounters at the beginning of the semester when they don’t know each other well into my memory until I died, pouted once more.

Observing my expression, the top student asked again if I was okay.

“Are you not feeling well?”

“….”

‘Yes. Because of you.’

I didn’t bother to voice such words out of my throat.

It certainly wasn’t because I was being mindful of her feelings or anything,

it was simply the best way to handle this situation.

‘A pretty face, lots of money, good at studying, a versatile young girl like this, who seems to have been born with every blessing from the yuri goddess, has surely never been rejected or told ‘I don’t like you’ in her entire life.’

‘Such words would only stimulate her interest, so it was obvious.’

In that sense, yesterday was a mistake.

Look at this.

I only said I didn’t like her a few times, and she’s already clinging to me.

‘I hate it. I really hate it.’

‘I hate that she’s wasting her talent.’

‘If she has attention to spare for me, I wish she’d give it to other girls.’

‘Please lose interest in me. Pleeeease.’

I really hated the top student who was looking at me with amusement as my expression changed grotesquely from moment to moment.

I hate her, but….

“Pfft.”

With a single laugh, all that resentment melts away.

I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized, at her smiling face.

‘Damn it, if you have a pretty face and look like you’d scissor well, is that all it takes?’

‘The only person who’d forgive you for that is probably me.’

‘Consider yourself lucky, you punk….’

“Ah. Really….”

I scratched the back of my head roughly and made eye contact with her.

‘She must look quite stubborn.’

I realized she was the type of girl who, if I didn’t play along, would think ‘How dare you?’ and get even more fired up, so I chose to shoo her away with appropriately fitting words.

As if she somehow knew I was ready to talk, the top student pulled up a chair and sat next to me.

‘She’s quick-witted too. Really.’

“Are you usually a bit weak?”

“No.”

“Then yesterday….”

“Gwaaaaargh.”

‘Kraaaargh…!’

‘I wish you wouldn’t talk about that!’

‘I couldn’t even sleep last night because of a nightmare, you know.’

‘It was the worst nightmare in human history, where the top student appeared in my dream and repeated ‘I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you’ a hundred, a thousand times.’

‘It’s not that I’m weak; it’s that you made an absurd statement.’

‘What do you mean, ‘But I like you’?’

‘Of course, I know it wasn’t meant in a romantic or sexual way.’

‘It’s something girls say casually to each other.’

‘But the problem was that I was the one who happened to hear it.’

‘You’re too innocent.’

‘No, or is it a calculated move, conversely?’

‘Was it the top student’s own sharp scissoring angle?’

‘If so, you’ve got the wrong address.’

‘Damn it, really, truly, if only the target hadn’t been me, I would have clutched my pounding heart going ‘Oh my, oh my, oh my’ and d*ed of happiness…!’

‘When a perfect beautiful girl declares she’s going to fall into the abyss herself, how can you not faint? Huh?’

‘It might not be too late yet.’

‘Let’s not hang out with this girl.’

‘Let’s not get involved.’

‘Let’s not even glance her way.’

‘Not being able to witness the scissoring party of such a lovely and perfect young girl is something to die of regret over, but at least it’s a hundred, a thousand times better than a TS girl’s filth staining pure yuri.’

“Hey. Are you listening?”

‘Should I tell her to lose interest?’

‘No, that would be counterproductive.’

‘Seeing how she is, she’d more than likely cling even harder.’

‘I don’t have the guts to reject her harshly.’

‘Then what should I do?’

‘Should I take off my panties and wet myself?’

‘To make her completely freak out.’

‘No matter how curious a girl she is, she wouldn’t want to get involved with a psycho who creates a pee fountain in the classroom.’

“….”

‘Huh, peeing. It’s not as bad an idea as I thought?’

Thinking that, I soon finished preparing to trade my dignity for the purity of yuri.

My body, tense to the extreme from the one-on-one with the top student, I relaxed the muscles, especially in my lower half.

Taking a slow, deep breath.

Yep.

I’m gonna pee.

I’m going to let it all out.

For real…!

“You know.”

“Stop it already. The kid’s uncomfortable.”

I really would have peed myself.

If Dana hadn’t interfered and mediated with the top student.

‘What’s this all of a sudden?’

‘What’s gotten into her?’

‘The one who’s usually busy pretending not to know how I feel, even though she does.’

“Uncomfortable? With me?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t that your misunderstanding?”

“Why don’t you go to an eye doctor and get checked out?”

‘Ah. This is f*cking awesome.’

‘Not pee.’

‘Two beautiful girls arguing.’

‘Damn it, the black-haired delinquent X blonde princess visual combination, what is this!’

‘They’re so f*cking pretty and look so good together.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Fight.’

‘Just go all out and fight, and while fighting, naturally start scissoring, settle it with your p*ssies, the one who cums first loses.’

‘I’ll be the referee…!’

‘I’ll just watch, really, just watch…!!’

….

‘Ah. I’m wetting myself.’

‘Real pee this time.’

Controlling a bladder that had already loosened once was quite a predicament.

‘I’m an idiot.’

‘A world-class f*cking idiot who can’t even savor the yuri event right in front of her because she merely has to pee is right here.’

‘Should I just pee?’

‘Dignity and all that sh*t be damned.’

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

If Dana hadn’t checked my complexion with such devilishly good timing, I would have just peed all over the place.

I went ‘Hah!’ and barely regained my lost rationality.

‘What am I trying to do right now?’

‘Am I thinking of ruining the moment of Dana and the top student’s first conversation with a pee party?’

‘It’s dirty.’

‘Shameless.’

‘Don’t pee.’

‘I won’t pee, so, the, the bathroom.’

‘I really have to pee so badly…!’

“Where are you suddenly going.”

‘Don’t grab me, you psycho!’

‘No matter how much you dislike me.’

‘Punching me in the gut whenever you get a chance is one thing, but controlling my pee so I can’t go? Do that to your lover.’

‘Don’t do this to innocent me….’

I tried to shake off Dana who was grabbing my shoulder, but from the start, she was an opponent I couldn’t match in strength.

‘My shoulder is breakinggg-!’

My vision was starting to turn almost completely white.

My brain inside my skull had broken down at some point, and I was just ruminating on fragmented words like pee, shoulder, bladder, yuri, s*x, scissoring, polar bear.

‘Ah, ahh, ahhhhh, Dana, really, this evil b*tch, won’t even let me go to the bathroom….’

“Hk, heook….”

“I asked what’s wrong?”

‘This wench, she looked like she had absolutely no intention of letting me go until she knew why I was like this.’

‘No, she definitely doesn’t.’

‘She’s a girl as stubborn as an ox tendon.’

“Speak.”

‘Perhaps because she’s my childhood friend, for what it’s worth, Dana knew how to handle me.’

‘I don’t know if everyone becomes like her after seeing a disgusting ‘Uhehe, I love yuri’ TS girl for over 10 years, but anyway.’

There had been a few times when she’d cornered me to the very end, forcing me to spill out the words I held inside, and this was one of those times.

‘She’s not going to let go unless she’s convinced.’

So, I, honing the single remaining shred of my rationality like a blade, gripped it tightly.

In a hunched posture as if my bladder was about to burst, I lifted only my ugly face to look up at Dana, and with tear-filled eyes, pleaded.

“I, I, mmm, hh, p-pee… I have to pee….”

‘Am I a stutterer or what?’

‘Was I actually an intellectually disabled person somewhere?’

‘And what’s with ‘shiiya’ (childish ‘pee-pee’).’

‘Say ‘ojum’ (standard ‘pee’) confidently.’

‘At least say ‘sobyeon’ (formal ‘urine’).’

“….”

Dana seemed quite shocked by my imbecilic appearance.

Seeing her mouth slightly agape and even blinking her eyes a few times.

In her jet-black pupils, like black crystals, emotions I couldn’t decipher swirled wildly.

Whatever that was, thanks to it, the grip on my shoulder completely loosened,

and as soon as I realized that, I immediately bolted out of the classroom and headed straight for the bathroom.

And finally, having entered a bathroom stall, I wiped my tears.

‘It’s embarrassing, embarrassing, so embarrassing I’m about to cry.’

‘I want to die.’

‘No, I don’t want to die.’

‘How did I even get this yuri viewing angle?’

‘Even if I die, let’s die after graduation.’

‘I hate them.’

‘Both Dana and the top student.’

‘Please, pleeeease, don’t let your talents go to waste.’

‘In the time you spend getting involved with someone like me, cause even a little bit of climate change.’

‘It’d be nice if you let me watch a bit.’

‘No, please, please let me watch.’

‘Ah, the pee won’t stop, how much am I peeing….’

And so, for a long while in the bathroom, I sobbed my heart out, both from above and below, praying for a Dana X Alicia scissoring angle.