Picking Up Girls With Game Exploits! (Yuri)

I was devastated, I realized what I done, I realized what my hands have gone and do without the brain's permission. I started trembling under the cold of the theater.

The movie was at its climax; when the protagonist stuttered when his love interested proposes, uncharacteristic of him, and she took it as him not really loving her. What followed was a series of regress, quiet, and introspection.

Quite on brand of what I'm feeling right now.

"I'm sor…"

"Don't do that."

We both whispered, like, the faintest of whisper, only the air came out, our throat didn't close enough to make it into a sound, and though we could barely hear each others' words, we knew exactly what we were doing.

"I was just…"

"No."

…

I shut up after Eirlys ordered me to. I had nothing to defend myself with, I have no rights to speak, to look at Hailie, to look at her, to enjoy this goofy Tim Carie movie…

I felt my nose started to swell, my throat started to burn.

I am the guilty, the prosecuted, I reserve no right to be loved and forgiven.

But when you stood on the stance, all you could think about was ways you could justify your action, even internally, and how hurt you are, maybe it's one of human's natural defense mechanism.

"Um… Sis? Cory."

We were suddenly interrupted by Hailie's soft and tender voice, breaking through the tension. She must've noticed that Eirlys was staring at me, and I was staring down at my popcorn box.

"Are you okay?" Hailie asked.

"I'm- I…"

"We're fine." Eirlys cut my stuttering off, practically saving me from public humiliation, which was I kink I didn't know existed, so I appreciated it.

Hailie went back to the movies, enjoying her small box of popcorn to the fullest throughout nearly two hours of the movie time we sat here (It's way past our bedtime already).

I tried to relax, leaning back against the seat rest, turning over to Eirlys.

She gave me the disapproving look, her eyes kind of drooped down to half-open, her brows furrowed, her lower lips slightly creased upwards on one side. I could not bare to look at her for more than a few seonds before ultimately turning back to the screen, keeping both hands on my thighs shamefully like they've been cuffed.

Then, all of a sudden, my wrist were grabbed, I looked to my left; Eirlys had her eyes on the screen, yet her hand was still onto mine. This confused me to no end, until…

Until… Ahem, until.

Eirlys pulled the hand over and placed it on her thigh.

"?????"

She didn't elaborate as she began to take a sip on her soft drink.

I immediately retracted my hand out of fear, this could be a set up! It was better if I just sit still, be a good girl, and try to finish this screening without any problem. Just like, thirty more minutes to the movie, we'll be fine.

Thirty more minutes to the movie…

Twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds more…

Twenty-nine minutes and forty seconds more…

Nope, I can not hold back, fuck.

I interpretted that she was saying 'Do it to me, not my precious Hailie you perv'

I decided to test my waters and placed my hand firmly on Eirlys' thigh.

She didn't move, I started hyperventilating as butterflies appeared in my stomach. She was giving me the greenlight to be a pervert as long as I don't do it to her little sister!

Which was a shame… Since, you know, spilling ink on a blank piece of paper would feel much, much, MUCH better than spilling ink on a diary.

God I sound misogynistic right now and I should jump off a bridge.

I digress.

With the greenlight from the heiress myself, we began a sort of… Sneaky public play, per se.

We both tried to keep our eyes on the screen, occasionally comment on the plot with our precious Hailie, while my hand moved up and down Eirlys' thigh.

She were wearing jeans, which meant I didn't feel our skin contact, unlike under Hailie's skirt. And that probably didn't bring her any joy either… Trying to carress someone skin through jeans was just like touching another paraplegic person, the vanity wears off sooner or later.

I got bored and moved my hand upwards, up to her waist, then up her sweater, she didn't protest. I feel the warmth coming from her skin contrasting with the cold air, soothing me and making my brain yearned for more warmth.

I searched for her boobs, because under the tits would be one of the best places to put your hands in.

With a nonchalant expression, one hand on a cup of soda, the other moving up to Eirlys' breasts, I looked around and felt that… Her bra was weird.

It had, holes? Not like holes holes, more like, dots, little patterns, weaves, ups and downs like waves.

"Wooohooo!!!"

But before I could confront her, the main character of our movie kissed the love interest passionately in front of a group of photographers, and the movie ends, with Hailie enthusiastically started clapping, rejoicing a great movie experience.

"That was fun!" She said, looking over to Eirlys and I, who were dancing between either fake-coughing, trying to sit upright, fixing the hem of their shirt, stuffing their mouth with popcorn, etc.

"That was indeed fun." Eirlys said, pulling out her phone, "But it's time we go to bed, dear."

Only Hailie finished all of her popcorn and drink, me and Eirlys only finished the drinks, with more than half of our popcorn left… Probably because I didn't have the mind for it, and Eirlys wasn't the type of woman to have an appetite.

With that being said, after escorting Hailie back to her room and us two waving her goodbye. I was immediately yanked away by Eirlys.

"Eirlys, where we're going? I'm- I… Uh, you… I'm- I wouldn't do that again, I'm sorry!"

Eirlys brought me with her, storming past a few staffs, who looked at us with utter confusion, and before long, I found myself back in my own room, and the door were locked.

"I'm disappointed in you, Cory."

Instinctively, I hit my knees down to the ground and crossed my arms in front of my chest, disciplining myself before getting chewed out by the heiress, I yelled out loud:

"I am sorry! I shouldn't have try to taken advantage of someone unaware of my intentions and couldn't possibly sense what I am doing! I regret my action wholeheartedly and will reflect and will stop and will do better and will…"

"You will not." Eirlys voice cut through the wind, and she didn't give me a moment more to try and reason, "I am tired of being on the edge with you, Cory."