Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 4

Rika headed to her classroom and found her seat using the student number posted on the blackboard.

Honestly... Mai needs to be more careful, she thought. Her partner had a certain airiness to her—a carefree streak that Rika worried might one day lead to a fatal mistake. But then, that was what being a lover was for: Rika would simply stay by her side and keep her in check. They were a Yuri couple; helping each other was only natural.

As she sat, the classroom buzzed with the energy of old friends reconnecting and strangers making first impressions. No one approached Rika. Between the boys' assumption that she hated them and the girls' view of her as an "unattainable flower," she was left in a bubble of silence.

(...Am I a loner?) Rika shook her head. No, she had Mai. She couldn't be a loner. Though, she had to admit, Mai had plenty of male friends. Conversely, because Mai was so popular with the boys and played the "calculatedly cute" card, she tended to be avoided by the other girls.

(I wish she’d get along with girls instead of boys, though...) Lost in thought, Rika glanced to her side.

"............!?"

There stood a literal wall of muscle. It was the kind of rugged, hulking physique that no girl could ever achieve, no matter how hard she trained. Faced with an overwhelming mass of muscle she had never seen before, Rika’s usual stoicism shattered into pure bewilderment. Her gaze traveled upward, as if scaling a mountain range, until...

(Ah, it's that guy from before...)

She recognized the face. Since Rika almost never interacted with men, the faces of her male classmates were usually a blur. But this was the man she had just collided with—the one she knew she had to apologize to. She couldn't forget him.

(H-He’s terrifying...)

She found even scrawny, average boys difficult to deal with; a man this "manly" was exponentially worse. However, the option of not apologizing didn't exist in Rika’s fundamentally honest mind.

"U-Um..." 

"Hm?"

She had no choice but to speak. Her voice was barely a whisper, yet he turned toward her immediately. Rika’s slender frame gave an involuntary flinch at the sight of his rugged face. She took a breath, trying to steady her heart. It's okay, it's okay...

"U-Um... I'm very sorry about earlier..."

She gave a small, polite bow to show her sincerity. He was such a rough-looking man; she half-expected him to demand something outrageous as compensation. The fear gripped her, but...

"Oh, don't worry about it. ...Besides, didn't you already apologize back then?" 

"Eh? Ah..."

The man didn't give the response she feared. His voice had a heavy resonance that only a man could produce, yet his tone was genuinely considerate.

"I was more worried about you. As you can see, I’m built like a tank. I was just hoping you weren't hurt." 

"...No, I'm fine."

Rika gave a small nod. Oh. He was a man, but he was actually quite decent. She felt a twinge of guilt for having assumed the worst of him.

"Good. Glad to hear it." 

"...Um, let me give you something as an apology."

Rika suggested this partly out of guilt, but also to ensure he wouldn't use the incident to blackmail her later. He seemed kind now, but she didn't truly know him yet. It was better to clear the debt.

"No, I really don't need anything..." 

"...I insist."

The man knitted his brows, clearly troubled. Rika pressed the issue—figuratively, of course, as she still kept her distance. After a moment of thought, the man finally nodded.

"Alright then. In that case... stop using polite speech with me." 

"What...?" 

"We're in the same grade. Classmates, too. We’re going to be in the same room for a whole year; it'd be weird to keep acting so formal, wouldn't it?"

Rika’s eyes widened. Since she avoided men and the boys knew to stay away, she almost never communicated with them anyway, so formal speech had never been an issue. She hadn't expected him to ask for a change in tone instead of money or a gift. The sheer anticlimax of it made her let out a sudden, involuntary giggle. It was a rare, radiant smile from a girl who was usually expressionless—the kind of sight that would leave anyone, boy or girl, completely breathless.

"...Fine. I understand." 

"Yeah, that's better. Glad to meet you."

Seeing her nod, the man broke into a friendly, toothy grin. He has such a rugged face, but his smile is almost like a child's, Rika thought. Perhaps because she had let her guard down, she found herself saying something she normally wouldn't.

"...Names." 

"Yeah?" 

"We don't know each other's names, do we? If we're classmates... I think we should know."

The man nodded in realization.

"I'm Eiji Ogawara. Nice to meet you." 

"...Rika Onizuka. Likewise."

They exchanged a faint, mutual smile. She still didn't like men, but she felt that with this man—Eiji—she might be able to interact somewhat normally. Though, of course, they would never be "best friends" like she was with Mai.

"WAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!"

Suddenly, Mai came charging into the peaceful atmosphere. She screeched to a halt like a car slamming on its brakes, sliding right in between Rika and Eiji.

"I’d appreciate it if you didn't act so familiar with my Rika-chan!!" 

"...Who is this?"

Mai protested, her ample breasts swaying with her indignation, before immediately clinging to Rika. Eiji simply furrowed his brows at her. Rika was surprised to see a man look so annoyed by Mai—who was usually a magnetic idol to the male gender—but since she was currently being smothered by a pair of massive breasts and was about to suffocate, she focused on peeling Mai off first.

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