Chapter 5: Mix until it becomes Jjapaghetti

It was the fifth night since enrollment.

Like most people,
I tended to get sentimental at night.

Maybe it was the backlash from getting carried away with lily delusions while being active during the day,
but I always found myself feeling depressed in the middle of the night.

“I want to soak my eyes in the sight of girls being all lovey-dovey with each other….”

It doesn’t sound anything like depression, but I’m depressed anyway.

“It doesn’t have to be anything dirty—just girls sparking yuri vibes is all I want to seeee….”
“…”
“I want to see a clueless black-haired delinquent fall into yuri sin after getting led on by a prooo….”

“…”

“Just touching fingertips makes her flustered, yeah, she keeps thinking about it, she’s going crazy and pulling her hair out—I want to see that black-haired delinquent so baaad…!”

“You’re saying this on purpose so I’ll hear it, aren’t you.”

“Dana. You’re still up?”

“Wanna die? I woke up because of your nonsense.”

“If you’re that sensitive, how will you survive the act? As expected, Dana is such a frickin’—ack, d-don’t come near me! No hitting, please!”

It seriously hurt.

Clearly my mistake—I’d forgotten Dana was the kind of psycho who’d punch someone’s stomach without a shred of mercy.

Still, unlike last time, she didn’t actually beat me up.

Rather than sparing me, it felt more like she didn’t want to waste her fist on me.

Huh. That hurts in its own way. Treated like I’m not even worth hitting? Sniffle.

“Ugh… Lilbung’s sobbing…”

“Sigh.”

“Dana-chan ignoring me made me sob…!”

“Shut up. Seriously.”

“Dana. Can’t I just seduce someone? Anyone? Please?”

“Seduce who?”

“Like, Alicia or something.”

Uh.

Is it just me, or did the air suddenly turn cold?

They seemed to get along well in a yuri sense.

But maybe not from Dana’s perspective. Yeah, she’s picky… Maybe I messed up with that one.

I quickly admitted to myself that I’d made a mistake.

But admitting it didn’t change anything.

Even the usually unbothered Dana gritted her teeth and headed toward my bed!

“Uh, hey, Dana…?”

“…”

Even in the dark, or maybe because it was dark, her pitch-black eyes glinted ominously.

Hieeeeek. S-Scary…!

She might really kill me. Not yuri-style—like, actually!

Like a herbivore cornered by a predator, I trembled as I pleaded.

“I-I-I was joking, okay? Don’t take it so seriously.”

“Of course. You better be.”

“Yeah, I didn’t really think you and Alicia were… a good match? Yeah?”

Trying to say something I didn’t believe made my voice tremble.

They’re such a perfect match. I’ve said it before, but their looks combo is so intense you’d get juice just from them standing still together….

But I couldn’t say that out loud—not with her fist that close.

If only Dana were a little farther away, I could’ve mustered the courage.

Yeah, when she goes back to her bed, I’ll just go “Just kidding~” and take it back. I’ll probably get hit, but for the juice, it’s worth it.

But why is she sitting down?

Dana plopped down next to the head of my bed.

Since I was lying down, she ended up looking down at me.

Your eyes are weird. You look like a deranged lunatic. Not like—you are.

Oh, she’s still pissed.

I could tell instinctively: say the wrong thing now and I’ll get hit. Like, stomach-punched until I gag. Maybe even choked if she’s really mad.

“So then?”

“W-What…?”

“If not Alicia, then who do you think I’d suit well with?”

Why ask me that.

Go find someone else to bump bits with.

Maybe she’s just overwhelmed by how many choices she has.

So I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“Hmm. What about Serena?”

A girl bold enough to suggest being secret friends upon first meeting might easily tame Dana.

I mean, how violent can Dana even be? She couldn’t possibly hit someone that sweet and cute—so she’s destined to be the bottom.

At this point, I actually started to pity Dana.

No matter who she’s with, she ends up on bottom? That’s just sad.

“No.”

“…”

“W-What about Rubina or Momo?”

“……”
“Eek….”

Are you possessed or something?

Stop radiating that spooky aura.

I couldn’t even speak anymore.

Even after I listed every girl in the class, Dana kept glaring at me like she was offended.

This is getting irritating.

Hey. You think you’re all that?

…Okay, you kind of are. In a yuri sense. But still, disrespecting the other girls is unforgivable.

What an exhausting girl.

I half gave up and just said whatever.

“Why don’t you just do whatever you want?”

“Do what?”

“You’re pretty. Sure, your personality sucks. But if you set your mind to it, I bet you could seduce every girl in the world. Just pick one you like.”

“…Every girl?”

“Yeah.”

As soon as I said that, Dana sprang to her feet.

Sh*t, that startled me.

Then, she calmly went back to her own bed.

Wait, was naming just a few people the issue?

Would she have been satisfied only if I suggested a full harem route? How greedy can she be? What is she, some deranged lesbo queen? …I mean, I’m into it.

Suddenly I felt the urge to speak,
so I called out to her back as she walked away.

“If you ever do bump bits with someone else, you better show me, okay? We’re friends, after all. Hehehe, whehehehehe….”

“…”

“Ugh, I’m crazy. Just thinking about it makes me happy. Watching Dana rub until her clit turns into instant noodles is so hot…!”

Wait.

Why is she coming back?

…

Sixth day since enrollment.

“You feeling better today?”

It’s not like she’s some alarm clock or something.

As soon as I entered the classroom, Alicia asked me that again.

Unlike usual, today I really wasn’t okay.

I didn’t even have the energy to speak, just nodded.

“Scarf? Are you cold?”

I nodded appropriately.

Honestly, I wanted to tell her to leave me alone and go laugh with the other girls, but I couldn’t speak.

More than that, I could feel someone staring at me.

Turned out it was Dana, that psycho, already here and glaring at me while Alicia talked.

Then, as always, she looked sharply away.

What are you two? Alicia and Dana. Is this your shtick? If you two get along so well, just have s*x already. Get married. Have a happy family with your lesbian baby-making magic…!

“Did you catch a cold?”

Another half-hearted nod.

Then Alicia’s big blue eyes rolled like glass marbles, scanning me up and down.

“Doesn’t really seem like it.”

…Too perceptive for her own good.

She clearly realized I was uncomfortable,
yet she kept prying. What’s your hobby? What are you doing after school? What do your parents do? What is this, an interrogation?

After every class, during every break, she clung to me and chatted.

I seriously felt like crying.

I mean, I liked it. She’s beautiful. Just looking at her felt purifying.

But still, no means no.

I kept thinking—redirect your energy to someone else. With this much effort, no girl could resist.

Feeling overwhelmed,

I looked over at Dana, hoping she’d somehow help me out.

Totally ignored.

Why are you the one pouting?

Did I hit you or something?

In any case, no help was coming.

With Alicia draining my yuri energy by the second, I had no choice but to draw the line.

“Can you… not?”

My throat was wrecked from last night, so the sound came out all raspy and screechy, like a broken violin.

But it was still understandable.

Alicia looked shocked,

“You really do have a cold?”

“…”

“Sorry. I misunderstood. Didn’t know you were sick.”

As if all that clinginess had never happened, she pulled away at once.

Phew. I can finally breathe.

She hesitated a moment, then went over to hang with the other girls.

Nice. That’s what she should’ve done from the start.

But then I got curious.

They say curiosity kills the cat, but I’m not a cat.

“Why are you so clingy…?”

I knew it was the kind of thing that could come off as rude,
so I said it under my breath, figuring she wouldn’t hear it anyway.

She was already walking away—it was out of range.

Should’ve just kept it in my head. Now I feel gross.

But then…

“I told you.”

“I like you.”

…Do you have supersonic hearing, or what.

More importantly—what?

Alicia left to join the other girls after saying that.

I just stood there, gaping, unable to process what I’d heard.

I mean, it’s not like I hate girls who charge straight ahead. Not even close. If anything, I love them.

Who doesn’t love the refreshingly bold girl who helps break through emotional blockages?

But why me.

Goddammit. This is hell.

All I ever wanted was to watch rich yuri scenes like a happy little snail.

Not… this.