Chapter 6: What kind of crazy kid is this?

Basically, my school life was pretty boring.

Alicia’s “You okay today?” in the morning and a few words in response — that was about the extent of my classroom conversations.

Showing up to school at a reasonable time, attending classes just enough to get by, and going back to the dorms in a predictable rhythm — the whole routine had become so patterned that it repeated every week and would likely continue that way.

If there were any exceptions, it might be when I occasionally watched Alicia and Dana bicker.

Of course, I was always on high alert for any budding yuri dynamics between fresh-faced schoolgirls, so time flew by before I even noticed — but I guess to others, who couldn’t read my mind, I probably seemed like a boring person.

Apparently, someone was bothered by that.

“Wanna talk?”

It was Serena.

Her light brown hair brushed across my view, and she approached me and said that.

Thanks to her, I ended up in a bit of a bind.

A tingling feeling ran up my spine and my scalp prickled.

To someone like me — who preferred to be treated like a decorative plant, a bug in the corner of the classroom, or even just a speck of dust — having a girl come up and talk to me was not a welcome situation.

Was this that kind of thing? A girl who just can’t ignore a classmate quietly spending time alone?

The kind who’s endlessly kind to others, but can’t receive kindness herself, so her heart starts festering until one day it bursts in a dramatic event?

She was the textbook example of that kind of radiant beauty that had long since become cliché, but seeing one in real life still hit different.

Wow. Her face is really pretty. She’s cute.

You can’t go around smiling kindly at everyone like that — it’s dangerous.

You’ll end up charming every girl around you with that warm aura.

I mean… actually, please do…!

“H-huhhhh…”

I blinked furiously, snorting through my nose as I stared at her like I was trying to burn her image into my retinas. Serena, looking slightly embarrassed, brought a hand to her lips and smiled.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re… pretty. I mean — wait. That was a slip of the tongue.”

What was I doing to such an innocent and pure girl?!

I wanted to run away immediately.

At this rate, this gentle girl might get TS-corrupted…!

“You’re prettier.”

“Kuhh—!”

That’s completely absurd.

If anyone other than Serena had said that, I’d have shut them down with a harsh “don’t talk nonsense.”

Objectively, I couldn’t even be called cute, not even out of politeness.

I genuinely wondered if her eyesight was bad.

No, even if I were pretty, I wouldn’t want to hear that kind of praise. It’s a waste of yuri potential.

But then again, intention is everything.

I only obsess over every word like that when it comes to measuring yuri vibes.

Anyway — how do I get this girl to leave me alone?

It would break my heart to see that face go, but I can’t go dropping a yuri landmine on a girl so sweet you could stare at her without blinking.

First, I decided to figure out her intentions.

Why did she approach me, of all people?

“You looked kind of lonely…? And bored, maybe…”

Serena hesitated, watching my reaction carefully before speaking in a small voice — like she was genuinely worried her words might hurt me.

But honestly, I was stunned for a completely different reason.

I wasn’t lonely at all.

And bored? As if! I spend my days scanning for girls giving off yuri sparks and giggling wickedly inside. Time flies!

Still, it’s true that girls around this age often genuinely believe that their survival depends on chattering away in tight-knit groups.

So I couldn’t say I didn’t understand why Serena was acting this way — but it still made things harder for me.

What now?
I couldn’t think of any way to push away someone approaching with such sincere kindness.

The usual methods, like the kind I used on Alicia — maybe a little pee-fetish humor — would be completely useless here.

At least Alicia might cringe and back off — Serena would probably just accept even that with a smile.

Even while I was stiff and creaking like a wooden puppet, lost in a million thoughts, Serena smoothly led the conversation forward.

Nothing particularly special — just typical topics that yuri-coded girls might bring up.

Part-time jobs, how delicious a certain café’s desserts were, how boring class was—

Meanwhile, I was being completely obnoxious.

Just going, “Uh-huh,” “Yeah,” “No,” with curt answers, clearly showing I had zero interest in keeping the conversation going.

Like I was saying, you’re a pain in the ass.

No girl could keep from getting hurt by that.

And that was exactly what I was aiming for.

Even if it meant driving a yuri nail right through her innocent heart, I was going to make her leave me.

Though with Serena’s huge chest, even the nail would have to be supersized… wait, what the hell am I thinking.

That was the plan, anyway.

…

But this girl — she’s persistent.

She’s been coming to me after every class.

What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do.

She’s gonna fall. Serena’s gonna get corrupted because of me.

She’s so pure I do kind of want to see her tainted but, but — argh — if only it wasn’t me doing the tainting, I’d be popping popcorn and watching gleefully till the cornfield turned barren—!!

While I was momentarily dazed and mentally checked out, Serena landed the final blow to my already frazzled nerves.

“Can I see your hand for a sec?”

“…Huh?”

Wh-what is she trying to do?

But I knew acting like a girl on the verge of being molested was just pathetic, so I obediently held out my hand.

Ack. She’s touching my hand. She’s looking closely. Why? What’s so special about it?

Wait — she’s way too close…

“Do you take care of your nails?”

“W-wait a sec—”

I thought I was going to lose it.

Of course I don’t do anything like trimming my nails like a proper cute girl.

I just cut them when they feel long, that’s it.

Actually, I haven’t been paying attention lately and they’re kinda long now.

…To be honest, I have a bad habit of biting my nails when I’m anxious, so they were in awful shape.

Jagged, uneven growth, and even signs of infection from ripping them off and ignoring the bleeding.

But that didn’t matter.

What mattered was what Serena was clearly about to do next.

She gazed down at my mess of a hand for a moment, then pulled out a cute little nail clipper from somewhere.

“Ah? Eh?”

“Hold your hand still. I’ll trim them.”

Wait — hold on — no way — this is…!

I had forgotten, for a moment.

That this was the same girl who casually dropped lewd lines like “secret friend” when we first met — a total freak hiding behind a pure face.

This is that kind of move.

Like asking to be touched there.

Like seducing me, saying she keeps her soft, sensitive parts tidy so I can go at it without hurting her.

It’s a gesture of affection begging for deep, deep affection.

She doesn’t even look the part, so why is she so freaking horny…?!

Snip. Snip.

“Hiiih, hyaaaah!”

“Hey, stop squirming.”

“How am I supposed to stay still?! You’re cutting my nails!”

“Why’s that a big deal?”

Serena smiled like she had no clue — so sweet it was indecent.

Her face was so sexy I almost got another nosebleed.

“I do this for other girls sometimes, too.”

“Kyaaaah…!”

Don’t say things like that.

Now I’m picturing you getting the hell pounded out of you by all those girls.

“Hwawa… hwawawawa…”

“Your expression is weird. Puhuhu…”

I get it now.

This girl’s a pro.

She knows exactly how to wrap herself in kindness and innocence while toying with other girls’ hearts.

If it weren’t me, anyone else would’ve fallen for her instantly.

And even that side of her… is way too good…

God. Just do this to someone else, not me.

Preferably where I can watch…!

“All done. Looks cute now.”

“I told you, don’t say that word…”

“Huh? Why not?”

“…Never mind. Anyway, we’re done, right?”

I really thought that would be the end of it.

Until she picked up the hand cream.

“Hicc…”

What happened next was… yeah.

She squeezed some out, plopped it onto the back of my hand, and while I sat there mute and helpless, she told me to rub it in.

I refused — like hell I’m doing that — no way.

Then she narrowed her eyes and gently urged me again.

Still, I stood my ground.

So—so she suddenly grabbed my hand, and, and… slathered it on, smeared it in, rubbed it everywhere, intertwined her fingers with mine so that there wasn’t a single untouched crevice, and while I sat there stunned into oblivion, Serena giggled and said my reaction was cute…

W-what the hell is wrong with this girl?!

How can anyone be this indecent…?

…

“By the way, what’s that on the back of your hand?”

“The back of my hand?”

“Yeah. It’s all red.”

Red?

First I’ve heard of it.

Huh. She’s right.

There’s a small swollen red bump.

“Maybe a bug bite?”

“Maybe. Wasn’t there yesterday.”

Probably nothing.