Episode 10: [Yuri Friends] Don’t Kiss Me That Many Times!

“…W-what.”

I couldn’t bear the silence, and my voice came out thin and wavering.

“…Maya. Don’t go.”

Still holding the hem of my skirt, Hiyori murmured in a voice that was barely there.
Her eyes were shining with a wetness that reminded me of an abandoned puppy.
I was completely blindsided.

(…what. what is this adorable creature.)

All that demonic, sadistic energy she usually had — where had it gone?
The girl in front of me now looked like nothing more than one lonely girl, trembling with it.

“…Hiyori?”
“Hey, hug me again today? Then you can go home.”

As she said it, she spread both arms wide from where she sat in the chair, and tilted her head to one side.

At that moment, something went ping in my brain and clicked into place.

(— Oh! I know this! This was in the manga I read last night!)

“The gap-moe episode where the tsundere cat-type girlfriend suddenly turns clingy.”
Of course — this was a Yuri Friends scenario too.
A sweet, soft pattern, different from yesterday.

(Well if that’s all it is, just say so.)

I breathed out in relief and felt a small swell of confidence.
I’d studied this one.
The correct move here — rather than pushing her away — was to receive her gently and pat her head. The “perfect partner” response!

“…You’re hopeless, you know that. Come here then.”

I put on my most textbook-gentle voice and drew her shoulder toward me.
Hiyori’s head, as she sat there, fit neatly against my chest, somewhere around my sternum.

“Mm… you’re warm…”
“There, there. Were you lonely?”
“Hey, hold me tighter.”
“But… Hiyori, you’re so slight… what if you break…?”

The body in my arms was impossibly slender.
I felt like she might shatter with even a little force.
When I worried and tried to ease up, Hiyori looked up at me with dissatisfaction.

“…Honestly. Such a baby.”

I murmured it in a voice I carefully composed to sound slightly put-upon, yet full of tender patience.
Feigning resignation, I applied the pressure hesitantly — but firmly.

And, feeling rather pleased with myself, I stroked her silky ash-grey hair.
How’s that? Yesterday my legs gave out, but today I’m completely in control.
If this gets the video deleted, it’s a bargain.
I was certain of it.

And then.

“…Shhh, haaah…”

From Hiyori’s face, buried in my stomach, came the sound of a long, deep breath drawn in.
Like a fish flung onto land — desperate, ravenous.

…Something’s off.

“Maya’s smell… I knew it, it’s sweet, it’s thick… it’s going to drive me out of my mind.”

The murmur shifted all at once — lower, sticky with something.
A cold shiver ran the length of my spine.

“H-Hiyori…?”
“…Ah, forget it. I can’t hold back anymore.”

The chair scraped.

“Wha—”

My body seemed to float.

No. Not that.

Hiyori had stood up.

She uncoiled herself smoothly and looked up at me. No — those dark, sunken eyes were looking down at me entirely.

“Hang on, wait—”

The moment I tried to back away, my necktie was yanked hard.

Softly.

Lips touched mine.

“…Mm?!”

My eyes flew open in shock, and Hiyori’s hand came around my waist.

“Wha — kyah!”

My feet tangled, and together we tumbled backward onto the sofa with a combined force.
With a dull, heavy sound, my body sank into the cushions.

The world spun, and then — Hiyori’s hair, shimmering, filled my entire field of vision.

She had her knee pressed between my thighs and was looking down at me from above, draped over me.
Through the gaps in her slightly dishevelled uniform, her hot breath fell directly onto my neck.
There was nowhere to go.

“H-Hiyori, this is still… ‘Yuri Friends,’ right…?”

I asked in a trembling voice. Hiyori answered with a melting smile.

“It is~ ‘A girl who likes you so much she can’t hold back.’ …So.”

Her fingertip traced along my lips.

“Make sure you take it all, okay?”
“…What?”

Without waiting for her words to finish, a rain of kisses came pouring down.

“Mm! Hang on, wai — Hiyori, mm—?!”
“Mm, …hah… Maya, …hh…”

On my lips, on the corner of my mouth, on my upper lip, my lower lip.
The angle changing, the rhythm changing.
Like a small bird pecking at food — light, and yet relentless, the kisses wouldn’t stop.

With each little pull of suction, a sweet tingling spread from my lips out through my whole body.
No pause to breathe, a passing-shower barrage.
The moment they parted I was sealed again, my protests swallowed lips-first before they could form.
Chu, chu. In the quiet discipline room, the only sound was the soft, wet press of lips.

“Mmah, no, stop… not that many…!”
“It’s not too many. Mm…”

The hands I’d tried to push her away with had grabbed onto her slender shoulders, and all the strength had gone out of them.

Sandwiched between the sofa’s back and the heat of Hiyori’s body.
As though she couldn’t hear my protests at all.
Hiyori was savouring my lips — the way you’d savour a favourite sweet — with a single-minded, greedy thoroughness.

The back of my mind was numb, the oxygen running out.
Everything I’d worked so hard to study over the weekend dissolved the moment her tongue grazed mine, into something liquid and useless.
Against this overwhelming instinct and gravity, none of it was any use at all.

The discipline room, at dusk.
The hands that had been trying to push her away had, without my noticing, found their way around her back, clinging to that heat.
The soft, wet sounds of skin against skin, and the ragged breathing of two people — they rang out, on and on, without end.