Chapter 24: Jumbo Squishy Super Rising Rainbow Shavette

Now that I think about it,

I’ve always really loved sweets.

To the point I’d lose all self-control.

The fact that I ended up eating the cookie I swore I’d spit out—and found it delicious again—says everything.

“Lily. Want to get parfait after class?”

“Yes!”

“Puhuhuhu…”

When did it start, I wonder?

Maybe it’s just that my brain, constantly exhausted from endless yuri fantasies, craves sugar to recover.

Sweets are my second favorite thing in the world. Obviously, yuri is the first.

I like girls who show me yuri, but I like people who buy me sweets even more.

Like Alicia. Or Alicia. Or Alicia…

Huh?

Wait, why am I alone with Alicia?

“Huh?!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Wh-why am I with Alicia…?”

“We were on our way home.”

“Right. But…”

“I wanted to buy you something tasty.”

“…”

“I said let’s go get parfait, remember?”

“Y-Yeah, you did…”

Sweet things are almost always expensive. It’s like a law of the universe.

The moment anything sugary is involved, my stomach feels endlessly large, and I can’t afford it with my measly little allowance.

Especially parfaits from scenic cafés—those aren’t even in the same league.

They’re so ridiculously expensive that I can’t even dream of them unless it’s a special occasion.

That’s why, whenever I passed by a dessert café, all I could do was suck on my fingers in longing.

But since getting tangled up with Alicia and getting treated to sweets multiple times, my impression of her has skyrocketed without me realizing.

Alicia is an angel.

If you don’t call a blonde-haired, blue-eyed yuri princess who spends her money for others an angel, then what would you call her?

As I looked at her with sparkling eyes full of reverence,

Alicia suddenly spoke like she remembered something.

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“Huh? Is it going to rain? I didn’t…”

I looked up at the sky after she said that, but it was perfectly clear.

Didn’t seem like it’d rain at all.

“I didn’t bring one either.”

“…Really?”

“That’s a relief.”

What’s so relieving about not bringing an umbrella because it looks like it won’t rain?

I had no idea what Alicia was trying to say.

While I tilted my head in confusion,

She stared at me with that doll-like face of hers, then suddenly curved her eyes and smiled.

Just like that day at the hotel.

“Hope it rains again.”

“…Huh?”

Ah. Ahhh, ahhhhhh…

W-What the hell is she saying?

She brought up that hotel incident from last time.

If it rains, and we don’t have umbrellas, then we’ll go to a hotel again…

“Lily. Your face is red.”

“No it’s not?! Seriously, absolutely not?!”

“Sure it isn’t.”

I am not thinking about the time we bathed together, hugged each other, got touched, had breath tickled into my ears, squealed, whined that I hate rainy days, got gaslit into accepting my masochist self, and basically declared myself a yuri slut.

Hmph. You clumsy girl.

I take back everything about you being an angel.

You’re just a wallet.

I’m only hanging out with you out of necessity.

Even if it pours down like a flood, I’m never going to that hotel again.

My face turned bright red with rage.

Even my earlobes and the back of my neck flushed.

From sheer rage.

I’m mad.

So stop looking at me with that smug little grin…!

“F-Fine. I’m not going.”

“Really?”

“I don’t want to be with you. Yeah. Honestly.”

“That’s too bad.”

“…I-I hope you hang out with other girls…”

“Who?”

That should be obvious.

Any pretty girl would do, obviously.

Dana, maybe. Serena’s good. Ruby, Trisha, Momo—anyone but me…!

“Then I guess Lily won’t be getting parfait today.”

“…”

“Aww. What a shame.”

“……”

Even though I could clearly tell she was trying to make me flustered by talking like she was reading from a textbook,

I couldn’t even open my mouth.

At the same time, my inner self started scolding me.

You idiot. No matter how much you love sweets, you can’t let it outweigh yuri potential.

What are you hoping to accomplish by getting more involved with Alicia?

It’s fine if she clings to you in class, but once school’s over, you should be the one pulling away.

Run! Have you forgotten your vow as a yuri purist…?!

“I really shouldn’t…”

“That’s a shame. I was going to buy ice cream too.”

“…”

BOOM.

W-What… did you say…?

In the end, I found myself clinging tightly to the hem of Alicia’s clothes.

…

…

…

“Alicia, you… you’re the worst…”

“Mhm.”

Nom nom… Using what someone likes as bait, huh? That’s not okay. Lick lick…

“You like it?”

“Of course I do…?”

Even if you stare at me like that, I’m not giving you a bite.

Scooping up huge spoonfuls of parfait, ice cream, and all the sweets in front of me,

I kept lecturing Alicia, who, for some reason, looked very pleased.

Girls shouldn’t act like this.

You can’t buy everything with money.

No one else would fall for you just over some parfait, you know.

If you want to get close to girls, you need to connect physically and emotionally. Preferably, physically. Ehehe. Ehehehehe…

It was a deeply heartfelt warning.

Then Alicia, who had been silently listening, suddenly spoke like she just remembered something.

“I thought this from the first time I saw you.”

“Hmm?”

“Lily, you’ve got big boobs.”

“…A-Ahhh…”

Don’t think stuff like that the first time you meet someone…!

“They’re really big.”

“……”

I didn’t want to grow up into a boob monster either.

But what was I supposed to do when they kept growing like someone had been secretly fondling them?

A few months go by, they grow a cup. Then a few more months, another cup.

After repeating that a few times, I ended up like this—what do you want from me?

When I looked at her with accusing eyes,

She actually started pondering, like maybe it was because I like sweets so much.

I can never tell if she’s joking or serious because her face is always expressionless.

I decided to just pretend I didn’t hear anything and dug into my parfait.

“Lily.”

“Wh-why do you keep…?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“No.”

“…So firm?”

Even just sitting next to each other is a yuri no-go, you know.

Seriously, sit across from me. Don’t you have any sense? If I wasn’t so focused on my food, I would’ve pushed you away already.

“You never say anything to Serena.”

“Serena is a different case.”

“How is it different?”

“Huh?”

“Why can’t I hold your hand?”

Are you a child?

Are you sulking because I treated you differently?

Don’t do things that don’t match your face.

Anyone would think I wanted to hold Serena’s hand.

“Sh-she just grabs it without asking…”

“So if I just grab it, that makes it okay?”

“…”

Shake shake.

When I looked up at her with eyes like I was about to cry, Alicia seemed to realize she was being pushy and took a step back.

“If you hate it that much, it can’t be helped.”

“Th-thank you…”

“It’s nothing.”

But what exactly am I thanking her for?

For not grabbing my hand against my will?

I felt a bit pathetic about my situation.

Hah. And when I came to my senses, I realized I was here with Alicia, eating parfait and ice cream, arguing about whether or not to hold hands.

The dumbest girl in the world was right here.

Hair tied up in childish pigtails, grinning like an idiot over dessert, and actually thankful someone didn’t hold her hand.

Had my intelligence regressed to toddler level?

…Suddenly, I felt like crying.

As I sulked, ashamed of my own behavior,

Alicia suddenly reached over and touched my stomach over my clothes.

Pat pat. Tap tap.

“If you eat too much cold stuff, you might get a stomachache.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

It made sense.

And I’d already given her permission to touch my stomach days ago, so it didn’t really surprise me.

Although, she does it a bit too often. Not that I really feel anything…

To be honest, I don’t really get why she’s doing it.

“Still, ugh, touching me out of the blue like that…”

“Don’t you want more ice cream?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“…”

What?

Why did she stop talking?

It’s like she’s telling me to figure it out myself now—

Is that it? If I want more ice cream, I have to let her touch my stomach?

Well, I guess that’s a fair trade. If that’s all it takes, go ahead and touch. It’s just my stomach…

But I realized I was wrong about that,

When I felt her breath, like a soft sigh, brush against my earlobe.

Wah—startled, I turned my head away from the dessert and looked at her,

And there she was, Alicia, her blue eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite read, smiling faintly as she spoke.

“You should say, ‘Please touch me.’”

“Eh?”

“You’ll get a stomachache, so say, ‘Please touch me.’ Okay?”

“What?”

“Lily. I’m teaching you how to ask nicely.”

“…N-no. Even so, that’s just…”

What the heck. The mood just flipped so fast…

T-those eyes are scary.

I’d heard somewhere that Alicia was from some prestigious noble family,

Maybe this is just how she acts because she was raised being pampered?

When I hesitated, Alicia smiled like nothing had happened.

Then she said,

“If you’re not going to eat anymore, should we just leave?”

“…”

That’s so meeeeeaaaannnnn—!

That’s blackmail. That’s emotional blackmail! Using food like this, you sly fox!

You’re a walking wallet! If you’re a wallet, just do your job and buy me stuff…!

She must have misunderstood me.

She must think I’m some toy she can do anything to as long as she buys me what I like. I’m not a girl, but she probably thinks I’m that kind of girl or whatever.

But, but listen.

Even if I’m a TS girl, somewhere between a girl and something else, I still have a shred of human dignity left.

I’ve had plenty of sweets, and this whole ditzy act is getting old.

While you’re busy obsessing over dumb stuff like hand-holding and tummy-touching, I’ve already gotten everything I wanted. Hahaha…

“Then shall we go?”

“…Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not really hungry anymore. I mean, I already had enough sugar for today.”

“Lily. If it’s not about the ice cream, you should be looking at me when you talk.”

“…”

“Lily?”

“But the Jumbo Squishy Super Rising Rainbow Sherbet keeps flashing through my mind…!”

“You must want it pretty badly…”

Ugh…

Yeah.

I want it. Honestly, I still need more. I love sweets…

Who cares about dignity as a human being?

Can dignity buy me ice cream?

I decided to hypnotize myself.

I’m an idiot. A dumb little animal drooling over a single scoop of ice cream…

…

…

L-Lily is the kind of girl who gives up her body for just one ice cream, so…

“Pl-please… touch me…”

And then I ate a ridiculous amount of ice cream.

I did think something was a bit off, but nothing really happened.

At most, she just poked my lower stomach over my clothes.

If she’d touched bare skin, I might’ve made a bigger deal out of it, but this was nothing, really.