Chapter 16: Lily Village Dark Knight Rilbungi

A woman’s body is simple.

It’s weak—pathetically so. It’s not even wrong to say it’s useless.

It was a delicate creature that overreacted to unintentional touches.

Wherever you touched her, she’d feel ticklish.

I know that even the slightest melancholic mood could transform that ticklishness into something else entirely.

I’m sorry to Alicia, but—

I’ve already made up my mind.

My heart aches too. But what can I do? For the sake of a girl who’s about to willingly walk into a minefield, I’d do anything.

I don’t care if I get beaten up by yuri enthusiasts later. It’s all for Alicia.

They say it’s easier to ask forgiveness than to get permission.

This must be what someone forced to commit an unwanted crime for a noble cause feels like.

Call me the Dark Knight of Yuri…!

“Hawawa, hawawawawa…”

“So cute…”

First, I needed to show her how unpleasant it felt to be touched by someone you didn’t even like.

I moved my arm with a feeling like I was coughing up blood.

Since she’d just hugged me like I was a doll, Alicia was literally right in front of my face.

I straightened my index finger like a needle and poked her wrist.

Tremble tremble tremble.

As expected, she’s shaking like crazy.

You’re scared, right? So why did you act like that?

“Puhuhuhu…”

Even shaking like a leaf. It’s killing me how pitiful she is…

Don’t worry. I’m not planning to do anything dangerous.

What could I possibly gain from tormenting a delicate girl who’s like a single flower?

Of course, I know even this crosses a line.

If I could, I’d avoid even talking casually with a girl, let alone this.

That I’d go this far is extremely out of character.

It’s all your fault.

That’s why I’m just giving you a scare.

Rather than a scare, maybe it’s more like giving a vaccine for a virus.

“Don’t tremble, Lily.”

Apparently even that was too much for her to handle. Alicia was reacting in a way completely unlike her usual self.

Her flushed face was radiant even in the dark, and she seemed entirely focused on the fingers touching her forearm.

Wait a second. This is kinda lewd. Or maybe not. I mean, considering who it is. Thinking a yuri x TS girl looks lewd is basically a mental illness.

Then, suddenly, Alicia began giggling like she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her mocking laugh said, “Do it as much as you want—if you can,” which was clearly a provocation, so I ran my fingers from her arm to her shoulder.

“How is it?”

“It’s really… smooth…”

Maybe because she grew up so well.

Her skin feels like silk.

I want to keep touching it—wait, what the hell am I thinking.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Your eyes look so serious, like you made a big decision. But your actions are so timid it’s funny.”

“Ti-miiid?”

“Yeah.”

That fake confidence.

“If you want to touch me, go ahead. Anywhere.”

“Y-you’ll get in t-t-trouble for saying stuff like that…!”

“Then punish me.”

“Kyaaa…”

Now I was upset for a slightly different reason.

That line should have been said to someone else—another girl, not me!

Tying up a bratty girl and rubbing her until she begs for forgiveness, whining and moaning—that’s the good stuff, but…

Since I’m not allowed to do that, I could only glitch out like a broken computer.

And Alicia, seeing that as an opportunity, started tracing all over my body with those long fingers—uh, wait…

“No, this is, not okay…”

Her touch now was clearly different from when she’d hugged me earlier, and my whole body flinched.

She slowly stroked down my back, one hand caressing my nape, while whispering into my ear—

“Hyaaa?!”

A woman’s body is simple.

How do I know that, when I’ve never touched a girl’s body in either this life or my past?

…Well, because I am one now.

It’s not like I get feelings from casual daily touches or anything.

This isn’t some erotic game. No way.

But it’s like there’s a switch inside me—just a slightly naughty thought is enough to turn it on, and my whole body responds, just like that.

Just like now.

In times like this, girls—so, I—respond far too easily.

So now, with every one of her touches, all I could do was make dumb little noises: “Ugh, ah, nn…”

Maybe Alicia thought I was exaggerating, because she asked:

“Have you never done this before?”

“Of course I haven’t!”

“Me neither.”

Liar.

You’re way too good at this.

I know. We haven’t even gotten to the real stuff yet, and Alicia’s clearly holding back for my sake.

Still, I can’t lose like this. I have to scold her hard so she doesn’t try this again. Yeah. That was the point from the start.

I clenched my teeth while looking like I was about to cry.

Maybe Alicia liked that, because she looked at me with sultry eyes again and asked:

“Have you done it by yourself?”

“………”

“You haven’t, have you?”

“I-I have!”

What do you take me for, someone who’s never masturbated?

I mean, I’m a s*x-crazed monster, okay? I’ve tried rubbing while imagining girls like you going wild together, maybe once every few months? It just doesn’t end well, the results are bad, so don’t look at me like I’m some pure little innocent thing…

“Liar.”

I didn’t respond.

That wasn’t because I agreed with her—it just meant I wasn’t going to fall for her cheap provocation.

As I clammed up, silence settled over us.

Alicia looked like she was deep in thought, and I barely managed to regain some composure.

Hot?! Wait—what the hell was I just doing?! I snapped back to reality, muttering nonsense like “Dark Knight of Yuri,” “Hero of Yuri Village,” like they were magic spells, trying to gather my resolve again.

Meanwhile, Alicia seemed to have something on her mind.

Her fingers had long stopped touching me, and after a moment’s hesitation, she looked me in the eye again.

Come on. Bring it.

“This won’t do.”

“W-what won’t?”

This time, she didn’t answer.

And after that, nothing else happened.

Alicia didn’t touch me again, or whisper into my ear, or say anything suggestive.

Honestly, it was kind of deflating.

Not that I was expecting anything! I mean, it’s a relief, really. I don’t want to get beat up. No, not even that—I just can’t accept it myself. A TS girl like me…

“Can I ask you something?”

Alicia, unusually for her, spoke up.

Isn’t she more the type to say “I’ll ask, so answer me,” with total confidence?

I guessed she was being careful.

And soon I realized why.

“What’s up with your stomach?”

“UH?”

“It looks pretty bad.”

When did she see that?

Well, I guess it wasn’t hard to notice.

If it weren’t for the darkness, she would’ve seen how bruised and purple it was.

It was obviously the result of being hit. Anyone would be curious.

I answered casually.

“It’s nothing.”

“Really?”

From my perspective, it really was nothing. I teased Dana and got hit for it—that’s all.

Getting punched as payback for toying with that wildcat of a girl? That’s a fair trade. Actually, I totally profited. Her reactions were hilarious…

But Alicia’s expression looked off.

I could tell she was starting to seriously misunderstand something.

She’s top of the class. Not just smart—she’s sharp, too. If anyone could figure out that Dana caused the marks on my stomach, it’d be her.

And that’d be boring. I don’t want her feeling sorry for me or getting into a fight with Dana over me.

I like misunderstandings as long as it’s yuri, but not when I’m caught in the middle.

So I said:

“I like being hit!”

“What?”

“I-I mean, uh, I like gut punches. Sometimes I ask for them?”

“From who?”

“A-anyone…?”

…

What the hell am I saying.

But the words were already out there.

No way to take them back, and no one would believe me anyway.

What is this suffocating silence?

Let thunder crash already. Give me a change in atmosphere. Save this TS girl who accidentally came out as a masochist to her classmate…!

Ugh, whatever. I give up. I don’t even care anymore.

I snapped.

“My stomach, it tingles, you know? Like, getting hit makes me feel good, and later if I press on it, I’m like, huff huff, no wait…”

“…”

“C-could you not look at me like that…?”

“Just… shocked, that’s all.”

Of course you are.

Now I wanted to cry.

What is this situation. Is the universe testing me just because I’m a rotten yuri girl? Can’t I have some basic human rights? I know it’s my fault. Still…

Alicia seemed genuinely shocked by my ridiculous confession.

She pulled her body back from mine.

Her gaze went cold. I’m sure she was looking at me like I was a bug.

Ugh, Lily… this treatment is too much…

“It was a lie. The stomach thing is just…”

“I get it.”

Let me finish my sentence.

You don’t believe me at all!

“No, I mean, Alicia…?”

“Yeah. I’ll let the stomach thing go. Seems like you don’t want to talk about it.”

It’s you who doesn’t want to hear it, you brat.

Apologize. Apologize to every masochist girl in the world. Not that I’m one, but apologize anyway!

While I was just mouthing silently, unable to explain—

Alicia abruptly changed the subject, like she didn’t want to give me a chance to dig deeper.

“Your hair’s gotten long, Lily.”

“Wait, what?”

“It’s long and pretty.”

“…”

What’s with the hair talk out of nowhere?! This forced subject change is so weird!

We haven’t even known each other for a month! And I have short hair anyway—what’s so “long and pretty” about that?

Seriously, can’t I at least explain the masochist stuff properly…?