Chapter 21: Dog dream

Lips are close.

Closer.

They touched my cheek.

The hands that were fumbling over my body become bolder.

Heading towards a secret place, touching softly.

What I see before my eyes is a girl’s face.

A beautiful girl, like a flower.

Truly, a talent optimized for yuri.

Even though I couldn’t see her face clearly, my brain was judging it so.

‘No.’

‘Don’t come closer.’

‘I’m a TS girl.’

‘I’m filth, you fool.’

‘Dirty, you’ll get stained, okay?’

‘Huh?’

‘D-don’t do it….’

I struggled wildly,

but I couldn’t move, as if my whole body was tightly bound by thorny vines.

As if she didn’t like my rejection,

the girl’s actions became even bolder.

Now, rather than bold, the expression ‘violent’ seemed more fitting.

First, she grabbed and toyed with my soft breasts as if to crush them.

Choking my neck, slapping my cheek, hitting my stomach….

It hurt.

It definitely hurt.

But it felt good.

The tormented places throbbed.

They resonated sweetly.

So even as I screamed, yes, that…

At some point, I ended up feeling so much….

I don’t know how many hours that had already lasted.

Finally, she leaned in for a kiss.

I tried to avoid it.

But, peck.

And, unlike before, this time, directly on my lips….

A terrible sense of sin flowed down my spine.

Lament-filled regret and grief that I had finally defiled this child ran through my whole body.

But regardless of how I felt, she seemed to have no intention of stopping.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues, tongues mixing……

‘…Why does the tongue feel like this?’

The moment I felt something was strange,

I opened my eyes with a scream.

“Uwaaaaaaaah——!!”

When I woke up, my whole body was drenched in sweat.

Wow.

‘It was a dream, right?’

‘No, it has to be a dream.’

‘If it was real that I got involved with such a flower-like girl, kissing, sucking, kissing, hitting, and being hit…

Then I, I…

I’ll hang myself and die.

I’d rather!

“What are you doing, idiot.”

“I, I have to die.”

“The Yuri Goddess will be furious.”

“Rather than be burned at the stake by yuri fanatics for some crime, I’ll do it myself now.”

“Farewell, world…!”

“Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep.”

Seeing Dana respond, it thankfully seemed to have been a dream.

I stopped my fussing and calmed my startled heart.

What a relief.

Such a relief.

If I were to hang myself right now, the yuri_sh@w the girls at school would put on would linger too much in my vision.

Heeok, hueeeek. After taking deep breaths for a long time, I barely managed to calm down,

and asked Dana, who was staring at me blankly.

“Dana. Dana.”

“I told you to sleep.”

“I have something I’m curious about.”

“What is it.”

“Do girls have wet dreams too?”

“……Cough, hack, kehek…!”

Dana, even though she hadn’t drunk any water, started thumping her chest – not her flat chest, her chest – as if she choked.

Was it such an embarrassing question?

No, but honestly, I’m curious.

“Cough, keugh……… You, you again, are you going to say weird things?”

“It’s not weird at all.”

“Then why are you suddenly curious about something like that.”

“Dana. You see. I, I….”

“Stop stuttering and speak properly.”

“Well, …I think I might be frustrated.”

As I mumbled quietly, a little embarrassed,

Dana stared at me blankly, as if dumbfounded.

“Hey, I had a lewd dream, and so, it felt strange… I wondered if I was the only one like this….”

“…….”

Dana looked at me for a long time but ultimately didn’t open her mouth.

Thanks to that, I felt a little embarrassed.

It’s shameful.

‘Sexually frustrated’ – no matter how you look at it, it’s not something to say to a friend.

‘Enough.’

‘Let’s change the subject.’

“Come to think of it, Dana. Why are you awake?”

“…….”

I woke up from a nightmare, but no matter how I think about it, it’s not time to be awake yet.

Dana didn’t answer again.

Well, she probably woke up hearing my scream.

I prayed I wouldn’t have another nightmare and pulled the covers over my head, trying to sleep.

And then, heading to school in the morning.

Ah.

I didn’t bring my sunglasses.

I’m out of it.

This way, I can’t legally watch the girls.

I suddenly remembered what happened behind the school building yesterday.

The flower fortune-telling and Alicia.

And….

Alicia had spoken confidently.

The way she declared it, as if sneering that I had picked the losing option between “torment” or “cherish,” is still vivid in my mind.

However, but you know.

To me, her actions were just seen as the cute behavior of a high school student.

Of course, I wasn’t underestimating her.

I’m not unaware of how vicious children can be under the guise of innocence.

I’m not a foolish adult who thinks, ‘How much can a girl who knows nothing of the world really torment someone?’

I’ve already experienced it; if I still didn’t know, I’d be an idiot.

Despite appearances, I’m the type who’s become hardened to being bullied.

I’m confident that most things won’t even make me blink.

Conversely, being “cherished” is more troublesome.

For me, who wants to be thoroughly isolated among the beautiful yuri girls and remain an outsider, it’s actually a fortunate thing.

So the result of the flower fortune-telling isn’t a dud, it’s a win.

‘It’s true.’

‘If you want, I can even prostrate myself naked before the Yuri God to prove my purity…!’

As I was thinking with a serious face,

Alicia, the cause of my worries, approached me at some point and spoke.

“Are you okay today?”

“Yeah.”

“Huhu….”

‘So I’ll play along as much as you want.’

‘If there’s a beginning, there’s an end.’

That’s what I was aiming for.

‘When the bullying ends, she’ll get tired of it and leave me alone.’

‘Then I can sit alone in a corner and enjoy the campus yuri live-viewing life I’ve dreamed of.’

‘Yahoo…!’

I smiled confidently….

“I don’t like it, agh, Alicia, I don’t like this…!”

“You looked like you were prepared.”

“It’s embarrassing. It’s shameful…!”

“Other kids do this much too. Don’t make a fuss.”

“…….”

Alicia’s bullying wasn’t violent.

It was a complete misunderstanding.

I had imagined bullying like being hit a few times.

Or being maliciously isolated in class.

Or having mop water thrown on me when I went to the bathroom.

Or thumbtacks placed upside down on my chair.

I, who had thought of that kind of bullying, was now almost in a panic.

Making me sit on her lap.

I couldn’t have imagined it….

No, more than that, this isn’t bullying.

Are you kidding me…!

As I struggled wildly, she even blew air – hoo – into my ear.

This girl!

She knew my ears were sensitive from our hotel experience!

Eekyahkyahkyak…!

“Hyaak….”

“Lily’s expression melts with just a little touch to her ear.”

“Hmph, hnnngh….”

No, I didn’t know “bullying” meant this!

Is this that?

Is this a punishment for TS girls?

‘I’ll be burned at the stake.’

‘100% burned at the stake!’

‘My whole body will be torn to shreds by yuri fundamentalists around the world and thrown as dog food…!’

I was like a high school girl being molested – no, I really am being molested.

Anyway, I barely escaped from her and straightened my clothes.

Then, I faced Alicia with a serious expression.

What came from my mouth was advice as an adult.

“Th-this isn’t right.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Touching, it’s okay for other girls… but not for me. Alicia.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“So, let’s. Let’s talk with some distance between us. Okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“……Did you understand what I said?”

“No.”

‘So what?’

‘I’m bullying you, so why would your opinion matter?’

That was completely her attitude.

Thanks to that, I just wanted to cry.

What kind of kid is this.

‘If you’re a yuri girl, act like one and go rub p*ssies with other girls…!’

‘Go tease that insolent girl Dana over there, who’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me because she doesn’t like it!’

‘I’ll even cheer you on…!’

Perhaps thinking I was making too much of a fuss,

Alicia sighed, hoo.

And then she said.

“I won’t touch sensitive places.”

You call that a concession now.

I had a lot to say, but I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t even open my mouth.

In the meantime, Alicia once again sat me on her lap….

I had no choice but to reluctantly agree to her proposal, like eating mustard with tears.

“Not the ears. I don’t like it….”

“Really?”

“Cheeks too, ah, I don’t like my face being touched.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Kya, shoulders too, no, where are you touching, heeyak….”

“Not here either?”

“Of course not…!”

“Here too?”

“Heekyaak?!”

“How about here?”

“Ah, ah, ah, n-no, all of it is not okay….”

Alicia seemed dissatisfied with my vehement refusal.

“Then where am I supposed to touch.”

“I’m saying the very idea of touching is wrong…!”

“Why?”

“No, it’s just not okay. In the first place… Ugh.”

“Looks like here is okay?”

“Th-that’s relatively better?”

Being touched anywhere by a noble and beautiful yuri girl was something I deserved to die for,

but among them, there was a relatively better part.

My stomach.

She would gently rub or press just below my navel, over my clothes.

It wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, and I felt that if I resisted any more, Alicia would get annoyed and do whatever she wanted, so I had no choice but to allow that much.

I decided to think as positively as possible.

After all, with Serina, we held hands and even had a s*x—a frantic hand cream party—

so what was the big deal about not letting her touch my stomach a bit?

Sigh.

‘Go ahead, touch it.’

‘What’s so fun about touching someone like me.’

‘You’ll definitely get tired of it soon, right?’