Chapter 14: Today, Mom~~~!!

Week 3 of the semester.

I liked this ongoing routine.

Secretly watching the girls.

If anyone heard that, they’d probably freak out and call the police on the spot, but I was shameless.

Just by appearances, I’m a girl too. It’s what’s inside that’s the problem.

So what? What’s so wrong about a girl fantasizing about rubbing up against cute girls? If anything’s wrong, it’s this world that calls it a crime…!

Today’s favorite girl is~~~!!!

Ruby-chan~!

Lilyahoo~!

“Uhehehe. Uhuk, ohhohohoho…”

Without realizing I was letting out a genuinely creepy laugh, I thought to myself.

Maybe it’s because of what happened last time that I started seeing her differently, but Ruby was getting cuter by the day.

On the first day of school, she was so plain she barely stood out, but not even a month in, her presence had grown so much she kept drawing my eyes…

That natural face of hers was slowly filling with charm, and today, it felt like she reached her peak—something about her was seriously lewd.

I can’t explain it, but she was.

When Citrine came to visit from the next class over, she even let out a flustered sigh and turned beet red.

What the hell happened last weekend? Damn. Damn. Damn. That’s hot. What the hell, you naughty girls!

“Lilby yuri is the best…”

Citrine seemed not too happy with Ruby being close to Serena,

She kept shooting her wary glances,

While Serena, as usual, treated both of them kindly—whether she noticed or not,

Seeing that, Citrine sighed like she felt guilty,

Ruby, caught between them, kept glancing around nervously,

And then suddenly, Serena turned and smiled at me……

……?

Why are you looking at me and smiling?

Focus on the love triangle in front of you.

Are you dumb or what? Your role is to act all innocent, pretending you don’t know they’re dating, because you’re afraid the trio will fall apart.

Or, fall for one of them and try to steal her away.

Or, even better, be the tragic character who gives up on love for their happiness, torn between friendship and romance…

And if not even that, then I’m fine with a 3P ending. Just go for it, attack…!

Girls can’t resist when you start rubbing…!

So don’t look at me like that, as if I’ll be sad to be ignored, okay?

Ugh. Who the hell am I, even?

In the end, despite all my bitterness,

I had no choice but to smile back at Serena.

I’ll say it again—I hate TS (gender-swap) characters intruding on yuri.

Forcing dirty male characters into the pure, love-tinged friendship of young girls is just barbaric.

Some idiots say it’s like sprinkling salt on watermelon, but who cares? I don’t even like salted watermelon. Just eat watermelon as watermelon…!

Can you call it a belief if you make an exception for yourself?

If you want to be respected by others, you have to follow the rules too.

So from now on, call me the salt with conviction.

“Where should we go today?”

“Alicia. You see, I…”

“I’ll buy you something yummy.”

“Really?”

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

“I didn’t say that. I’d love that. Really love it…!”

“I like you too.”

Just touching a pretty girl gives me hives all over.

It’s just too sad. It’s pitiful to think someone like me belongs around someone like her, who doesn’t even know it’s all a trap.

So I firmly believe that keeping a good distance and laughing creepily behind the scenes is what makes everyone happiest.

“That new crepe shop at the intersection looked really good.”

“Yeah?”

“But, um, actually, never mind.”

“What is it?”

“Honestly, it didn’t look that good. And it’s kind of expensive…”

“I’ll treat you.”

“No, I mean, yeah, it’s expensive, but I wasn’t asking you to…”

“I want to treat you.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Alicia, you’re the bestttt…”

“Ufufu.”

Especially if she’s a promising yuri beauty like the top student in the grade.

Seriously, why is she so nice? Who’s the bastard spreading rumors that she has a bad personality? Just wait till I catch them.

I’ll strip them naked and throw them into a lez pit.

Rub them senseless so they can’t even sleep from pleasure torture…

But wait.

What am I doing?

“Hah?!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, go away…”

“You’re not gonna eat crepes?”

“…I kind of want to.”

“If not, that’s fine.”

I ended up grabbing the hem of Alicia’s clothes like a shy maiden without realizing it.

So annoying. I hate this. She’s such a pain. Acting all rich and sweet.

Yeah. She’s just my sugar mama.

It’s fine to get involved like this since there’s no chance of yuri entanglement.

Whether she knew my inner opinion of her was flipping violently every few seconds or not,

Alicia looked at me with that doll-like face of hers.

“Do you like crepes or cake better?”

“Huh? Crepes.”

“Which one do you like?”

“I said crepes.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

We’ve got the same taste.

Honestly, Alicia made me uneasy.

Ever since that rooftop incident, something’s just felt off.

You know, when she said she’d do anything for a friend?

But now she’s acting like that kind of thing doesn’t matter at all.

What would she even do if I said, “I don’t want to be friends with you”?

It’s not like I’m upset I missed my chance to beg her to do a rubbing show with another girl. That’s totally not it.

“Shall we go?”

“Yeah!”

It kinda felt like I was a well-trained dog or something,

But that must be my imagination, right?

…

…

“Huh?”

“It’s raining.”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“No.”

“Doesn’t look like it’ll stop soon… This is bad.”

It was a sudden shower.

There were only a few clouds earlier, and now the sky had gone gray, pouring rain down on us.

We had just finished our crepes and were wondering where to go next, and now we were like drenched rats in an instant.

Spring might be here, but the evenings are still chilly, and I’m especially sensitive to cold, so I started shivering all over.

How are we even supposed to get back to the dorms like this? It’s pretty far…

“Should we go to a hotel?”

“What?”

“It’s raining.”

W-What the hell is this girl saying?

Is her brain okay? Just because of a little rain, she jumps straight to “hotel”? How experienced is she?!

Every time she gets a chance like this, is she luring innocent girls in to rub against them…?

“You look cold.”

“I-I guess. But do we really have to go to a hotel?”

“Are you thinking something weird?”

“W-What?! Weird thoughts?! Never! I swear…!”

Of course not.

The word “hotel” just sounded too lewd and caught me off guard.

I just blinked rapidly like a broken pair of glasses,

And Alicia chuckled softly.

“I said it thinking you might be worried about my money. Why are you so flustered?”

Don’t lie. You totally said it to tease me.

I suddenly felt a wave of rage rise.

She’s totally teasing me. Am I just her plaything?

So annoying.

Hotel or not, how lewd it is shouldn’t matter to me.

I’m already NG for yuri events anyway. It’s not like anything’s gonna happen.

“Then there’s no problem, right? With going to the hotel.”

“…”

Fine. Let’s go.

Out of spite, I’m going.

But a hotel, huh…

Not even in this life or the last have I ever been to one.

Why is Alicia acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world?

“Lily, your face is red.”

“Look at how you’re dressed. How could it not be red…”

“So what? We’re both girls.”

That’s exactly the problem. I’m not as pure as you.

Seeing that beautiful body of yours barely covered in a towel is seriously bad for me.

Are you trying to turn me into a criminal?!

“You should shower too. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Ah. I-I don’t need to shower.”

“But your wet clothes need to dry.”

“They’ll dry on their own.”

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m not…”

“Want me to undress you?”

“No.”

Yelp.

I immediately lowered my tail and started taking off my clothes.

But then Alicia actually followed me and watched me undress.

“W-What are you looking at?”

“I’m not looking.”

“…Then what are you doing?”

“Waiting to see when you’re done so I can dry your clothes.”

That’s obviously an excuse.

Before I could even respond, Alicia tilted her head.

“And even if I looked, so what?”

No, seriously. Isn’t it common sense to look away at least, or leave the room?

Her pale, round face showed zero expression—whether she was serious or not, I couldn’t tell.

Completely opposite of me, who was about to die from embarrassment.

Even if I told her I was embarrassed, she’d probably say, “We’re both girls,” again.

At this rate, she was going to barge into the bathroom too.

I could feel it. This girl, who might be pure or might be a pervert, would totally do that.

So I tossed my clothes and ran into the bathroom, locking the door tight behind me.

Don’t sigh like you’re disappointed! What are you, a pervert…?!