Chapter 18: Stop it, you’re really a cookie

The whole world is lilies.

No, at least this classroom is lilies.

Girls full of pure lily energy are gathering harmoniously, engaging in lily behavior—what else could this be called if not lilies?

Ah. Lilies. The light of my life, the flame of my soul. My sin, my soul.

“Hehehe, uhuhuhuh…”

As usual, I was grinning while watching the girls,

And it seemed like some of them were scared by my smile. But who cares. It’s better if they’re too scared to come close.

I returned to my earlier activity.

Observing the girls.

Ah. Ruby. That was good. That was a 90-point lily action. Go cheat. Make Citry jealous so she imprisons you and forces you into lesbian training s*x.

Trisha too. Ugh, lately I’ve been noticing her more and more, she’s just too bold.

Don’t let her sit on your lap like that. That kind of promiscuous act—hoeeeeeeck……

If someone observed this place even a little,

They’d understand why I declared this classroom to be lilies itself.

Because lily actions are unfolding messily everywhere.

What are lily actions, you ask? Nothing special.

It’s just everything that can happen when two or more girls are together.

Like making eye contact, chatting, breathing the same air.

It’s so erotic I feel like my head’s going to explode.

Especially, hmm, that one.

My eyes, which had been roving lasciviously around the room, fixed on one spot.

There were countless girls in this class who exuded lily fragrance.

But if I had to pick the most outrageously promiscuous one,

I wouldn’t hesitate.

Serina.

“I brought snacks. Want some?”

“The bakery said to take them if there’s someone I want to give them to. Ehe.”

“Is it good? Really? …Actually, I made it. That makes me happy….”

She’s pulling all the coquettish tricks in the book just to get us to eat in class—what else would you call that but promiscuous?

Huh? Isn’t that a proposal? She’s asking me to marry her, right? She’s such a proper lady, bakes cookies this well, and now she’s saying eat this and then eat her as dessert?

That’s no different from opening her legs and seducing me. You’re filthy with lust……!

“Serina, Seriinaa. Uhehehe….”

I can so easily imagine both the mounting and the being mounted, I can’t tell which side she’s on. And that’s what I like.

Top or bottom, that is the question…

Ah.

Did I stare too hard?

Maybe Serina felt my desire—no, my gaze—and suddenly turned toward me mid-conversation.

Our eyes naturally met,

And she smiled kindly, as always.

Ugh, don’t smile at me like that. I know your smile is pretty.

I get it, but why do you keep showing it only to me?

And then I was in more trouble.

Usually, it would’ve ended there.

Me, unable to resist my desire, staring at her; Serina noticing, looking back, and smiling sweetly once—

That whole series of events had become such a routine.

Serina knows I don’t like directly facing her, so she never pushes it further.

As if I’m some overly sensitive pet that gets stressed if touched.

Well, I’m grateful she cares, so I think highly of her for it.

But now, why…?

No, don’t come this way.

Don’t look so determined like your friends saying it’s delicious gave you courage.

And don’t take cookies out of your bag.

That’s different from what you gave the others.

Even the packaging is different.

These are obviously sincere cookies.

You picked out the best ones to give to someone you love and wrapped them prettily.

Don’t give those to someone like me, I beg you…!

“Lily. Will you eat this?”

Don’t say something so easily misunderstood with that blushing face, you fool!

No, I won’t misunderstand, but you can’t say that to a pervert who was just imagining how beautiful your naked body would be and how dirty you’d look rubbing against me. Idiot!

“I made them while thinking of you. Ehe.”

“Hawawawa, awawawawawat….”

“Lily…?”

Serina looked at me questioningly, but all I could do was stammer in the face of her devilish charm.

I know, I know. That was just flattery. There’s no way she really thought of me while making those.

But I love that kindness.

Every word she says is so erotic and elegant, she’s just too lily-adorable.

“Ogogogoke…”

I groaned like my soul was leaving my body.

Every minute and second spent next to this heavenly lady was too precious.

Then Serina, apparently not disgusted by my reaction,

Suddenly tried to feed me the cookie.

…?

“Ahn—say ah, Lily.”

“Eh?”

“Hurry up.”

She’s unwrapping it and feeding me—how lily-powered is that…?

At this rate, she’ll be feeding me stuff she made with her body fluids next.

And stop giving me those eye-smiles. Don’t deliberately brush your fingers against my lips while feeding me.

Don’t lick the cookie crumbs off your fingers that touched my mouth, claiming it’s just cleaning. That’s dirty, you can’t do that…?!

“How is it…?”

“Huh? Eh?”

“Oh come on, Lily. You need to eat it.”

Still staring dumbly at Serina, I finally started chewing the cookie in my mouth after her prompting.

It was tasty. Not so amazing as to be awe-inspiring, but normally good.

Serina was now watching me with her hands under her chin like a flower blossom.

She probably wanted me to say it was delicious.

But I couldn’t give her what she wanted.

I was starting to realize it.

This is too lily.

When a lost lamb does something absurd, shouldn’t someone scold them and lead them back to the right path?

I recalled my original conviction.

A TS girl invading a lily space is a sin.

And so I acted.

I forced the chewed cookie out of my mouth before swallowing it.

Spitting it on the floor felt too much, so I spat it into my cupped hands instead.

Before Serina could react in surprise, I quickly spoke up.

“Tastes bad.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. Not at all good. I feel like throwing up.”

Ugh.

No. That’s not how I really feel. I feel so guilty.

Serina looked heartbroken. I’m turned on—no, I mean, I feel so sorry. How did she end up stepping on a landmine like me?

Her eyes were pleading, silently begging me to say it was a joke. It drove me crazy.

But I couldn’t back out now.

Someone, please recognize the sacrifice of Lily-chan, the dark knight of the lily world…

At some point, the whole classroom’s attention was on me and Serina.

Well, makes sense.

Doing something like this between girls is totally worthy of scorn.

Actually, not just among girls—any group would curse me out for this. I know that.

Some were looking at me like I was trash. No, most of them were.

But I didn’t shrink back at all.

Hmm. Hmm. This is going better than expected.

Yes. I’m trash. So don’t come near me.

TS girl or not, I can’t do lilies with you.

Rather than spouting nonsense about why I can’t be with them, it’s easier just to be hated as a horrible person.

That way, I can block all lily flags pointed at me. That’s enough.

But this girl,

She’s not ordinary.

“I’ll try harder next time.”

“No. I said it tastes bad.”

“I’ll keep baking until you think it tastes good. So…”

“Serina, that’s not the point…”

“I want Lily to keep eating them.”

“…”

“Is that… not okay?”

No matter how sadly you look at me, no is no.

No. No. Absolutely not.

Stop looking so heartbroken. If you hate me, say so.

Don’t you have any pride? I’m rejecting you openly and you’re reacting like that. It’s weird.

You’re annoying. Stop caring about me.

So, no.

“……

“Yay!”

“…Whatever. Do what you want…”

“What’s got you so happy…?”

“Because Lily said she’d eat them. That makes me happy.”

There’s a limit to how nice you can be.

I was going to mock her, but seeing her genuinely happy face, I stayed quiet.

Also, stop slipping in sexy lines like that.

Sigh. How did it come to this?

I’m an idiot.

If I was going to be treated like trash, I should’ve cut things off clean.

Now I’m treated like trash and couldn’t even shake Serina off—what the hell is this result?

Aaaah. It’s annoying.

As Serina turned to go back to her seat,

I looked down at the cookies I spat out into my hands, hesitated a moment, then just licked and ate them again.

And I hated myself for it.

What am I, a cow? Ruminating? This is disgusting, what am I doing?

…No, it’s because it was tasty. It’d be a waste otherwise. Who cares if it’s a little gross.