Chapter 13: Ah I want to have s*x

Why is my whole body so itchy and stiff?

My breathing is getting rough, my chest feels tight, and my pelvis is pulling…

It doesn’t feel like my period. More than anything, the timing is off.

Anyway, my physical condition was clearly not normal.

It didn’t take long to figure out the reason.

Ah.

I’m super horny.

“I really want to have s*x!”

“Don’t say that out loud, you idiot!”

“SEEEEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Whack.

Dana smacked me on the back for acting disgracefully.

Ugh. That really hurt. Violent girl. I’m sure there’s a handprint on my back now. What did I even do wrong…

I screamed that I wanted s*x, but of course I was joking. I had no intention of actually doing it.

I was just so horny I needed to let it out somehow, even just by saying it.

Dana glared at me with a look that screamed “coldhearted, coldhearted, coldhearted, coldhearted,” and ended up getting annoyed.

“Then go masturbate or something!”

“That’s not something a girl should say, Dana!”

“Oh, and saying ‘s*x’ is something a girl should say…?!”

Well, I’m not a girl, so it’s fine?

More than that, Dana being too embarrassed to say ‘s*x’ properly is adorable.

The trigger was… probably,

Seeing Ruby and Citri getting cozy after school yesterday.

That was seriously hot. Cute girls kissing each other on the cheeks…

Oh. Just imagining it gave me a nosebleed.

“Dana, tissues, tissues!”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting…!”

Shoving a bunch of tissue into both nostrils made me sound super nasally.

“Please just stop bothering me while I’m reading.”

“Then go read in the libraryyy.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why nottt?”

“Too lazy to go out. And it’s the middle of the night. Where am I supposed to go?”

“Well, that’s truee…”

“Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep. I’m turning off the light.”

You’re reading though?

I asked, but Dana didn’t respond.

And just as she said, she turned off the light.

I lay in bed, pulling the blanket all the way over my head, thinking.

Even though I talked about s*x like it was nothing, I was actually quite flustered.

That kiss between Ruby and Citri. It hit me harder than I expected.

I can guess why.

I mean, it’s been 17 years. Even just in this life, I’ve spent 17 years imagining that kind of thing, and now I saw it right in front of me.

Of course I got excited.

I didn’t expect to feel this horny just from that, though.

Ah.

So horny….

The night, boiling with lust, was long and lonely….

………

“Lily, hey!”

“You feeling okay today?”

Those were the first voices I heard when I entered the classroom.

One was Alicia, the other was Serena.

I guess they weren’t just swept up in the mood yesterday when they said they wanted to be friends.

Now, they weren’t just waiting for me to talk to them.

Since I said what I did yesterday, I had no reason to brush them off.

And I couldn’t just respond to one of them either, so I ended up accepting their greetings.

Wish I could just disappear right now.

If Alicia and Serena starred in a sweet romance, I’d be watching with drool running down my chin. I’d even pay everything I own to see it. Not that it’s much.

Maybe my wish reached the heavens, because they really got along well.

Well, honestly, Serena could get along with any girl. She’s sweet, kind, and so sharp that she always knows how to say things in a way that makes people feel good.

“Alicia, you were top of the year, right? That’s amazing…”

“It’s not amazing. It’s just expected.”

“Could you tutor me sometime?”

“If I have time?”

“Great. I’ll ask again later then?”

“Sure.”

It was kind of amazing that Serena could talk so casually with a girl who didn’t have an ounce of modesty.

They looked great together, too. Just watching them made me happy.

No. You two have to be a couple. I’ll support you in every way, so please do something erotic…!

“Lily. Are you okay? Your face is a little red.”

“Come to think of it, you didn’t say you were feeling okay.”

“Oh. That. I’m not feeling great today…”

I hadn’t slept well last night, so I was in terrible condition.

I basically pulled an all-nighter.

“We have PE later, are you sure you’re okay? I heard we’re doing timed running.”

What kind of elite girls’ school has PE and running records?

I mean, fine, but why today? My luck is the worst.

“If you’re sick, just rest. I’ll let the teacher know.”

“Nah, it’s not bad enough to skip.”

Skip PE? That’s crazy talk. I want to stare at girls every second I can.

This is precious time for me. Though I guess I’ve been forgetting that a bit lately.

………

I should’ve skipped.

I should’ve listened.

I completely forgot I have zero athletic ability!

“Huff, huff, huuuff…”

This isn’t me being excited and snorting. I’m seriously dying.

Why did we suddenly have to run, what the hell, ugh…?

Well, actually, I liked it. Up until we had to change into our PE uniforms.

Because I got to watch girls change right next to me.

Not because I liked their bodies themselves, but because the way they complimented each other—“Omg your body’s so cute”—and teased each other was super exciting.

As I was panting like a dog, Dana came up to me, stared for a while like she was mocking me, then said:

“Your boobs are jiggling.”

“I’m running. Of course they are…!”

“Are you a cow?”

“Hey! Ugh. Huff, I’m too tired to even get mad…”

No wonder she was sticking close to me as soon as we started running.

Is teasing me that fun for her…?

With every step, as I bent and straightened my knees, my boobs bounced painfully.

I should’ve worn something to hold them down. It’s been so long since I ran this much, I forgot.

Honestly, someone take these useless things.

What’s the point of boobs that’ll never be sucked in my life? I should donate them to some lesbian couple trying to have a healthy baby.

Or gift them to a girl who wants to seduce her crush…

Maybe that was my punishment for thinking dumb thoughts?

At some point, I tripped.

“Waaahhh!!”

And splat.

I scraped my face across the ground like a mop.

Owwwwww.

“Are you okay?!”

Nope.

I want to cry over my cursed lack of coordination….

………

It was the nurse’s office.

Why am I coming here so often these days? I feel like some sickly character.

The nurse gasped and quickly pulled out some bandages from a drawer.

“You fell?”

“Yeah.”

I hadn’t seen a mirror yet, but judging from the scraping, my face must look awful.

Not like I had a pretty face to begin with, so I didn’t really care.

There’s no one I want to look good for. No one I can look good for.

Ow. The medicine stings.

After patching me up, the nurse said she had something to do and left us alone in the office.

“…”

The mood got real awkward.

Dana, who’d brought me to the nurse, just stared at my face without saying a word.

Like she was trying to burn a hole through it.

“…Sorry.”

I wondered what she was sorry about, and figured,

Maybe she thinks I tripped because she distracted me with that “cow” comment.

Not entirely wrong… but yeah. I tripped on my own.

Still, is she really sorry?

Why does she look so pissed?

“It’s okay. It hurt less than when you hit me.”

Dana’s face darkened even more.

…Guess that wasn’t the right thing to say?

“It’s your face this time.”

“So hitting my stomach is fine but not my face…?”

Whatever. This is the same girl who chokes me for fun. She has no right to talk.

Whatever. I’m just gonna lie down.

I headed to the bed in the corner.

Why are you following me?

You already brought me here. Isn’t that enough?

“Close the curtain, please.”

“Okay.”

“Then see you later.”

“Okay.”

“…”

You said “okay.”

Why are you still standing there staring?

This girl, who hits me and nags me constantly, is suddenly all worried over a scratch on my face.

She’s definitely mad.

Honestly, I have no clue.

I don’t know how to soothe the feelings of a delicate teen girl.

Why is she even mad? Like, is she upset that her favorite punching bag got broken by someone other than her? Is that the vibe?

If I were a cute girl, I’d just press my body against hers and be like “let’s make up~” and rub our p—sies together, but I’m not, so no chance.

“…”

I don’t know why Dana’s mad, but seeing that gloomy face makes me want to cheer her up.

We’re friends, after all.

Isn’t there something I can do?

Oh, right.

I can’t offer boobs or p—sy, but I can offer one thing as a stress reliever.

Lying on the bed, I slightly lifted the hem of my gym uniform in front of her.

Showing off my pale, soft stomach, bruised and tender from repeated abuse, I said:

“Wanna hit me?”

“What?”

“I mean, you look mad…?”

“Why would I be mad?”

Dana glared at me like I’d lost my mind, then finally left the room.

Girls are so complicated…