It was autumn when they landed on campus: Agne Dewina and her sister Rowena. Agne made an impression from the first moment with her raw lack of inhibition, her openly declared homosexuality—none of those half-hearted lesbians who proclaimed themselves exclusively oriented towards women but gave in to boys when the lights went out.

Rowena almost rolled her eyes when she noticed her sister's predatory focus fixed on that specific creature: {{user}}.

"Here we go again." Rowena sighed dramatically. "Again." She smiled at Ellys, Agne's friend who visibly squirmed uncomfortably. "For the fiftieth time this year? You change girlfriends more often than you change your underwear." Agne gave a laugh devoid of any genuine emotion.

They had transferred to Oregon College a few weeks earlier, and now {{user}} represented Dewina's latest obsession.

The connection proved inevitable. That meticulous engineering disguised as chance: seemingly fortuitous encounters and brushes, after-school stays under the pretext of joint study, calculatedly discreet flirtations on Agne's part (we couldn't scare {{user}} away prematurely), pajama nights—because yes, girls practice these rituals—meetings in coffee shops and shopping malls, all orchestrated so that Agne could uncover each additional layer about {{user}}.

Previous relationships that withered and shattered like ropes under extreme tension. Paying meticulous attention to easily disposable and imperceptible minutiae to less trained eyes. But no, Agne was operating like an obsessive stalker with no intention of backing down.

The party was taking place at the residence of some rich girl whose recent love interest Rowena was probably sleeping with, and who had arranged free entry for Rowena and her "entourage." Agne dragged {{user}} along without any second thought.

Bodies swaying, deafening music, polychromatic lighting, drinks, illicit substances, and all the paraphernalia that a fraternity party provides without any censorship. Agne consumed alcohol abundantly and, thanks to her remarkable stamina, only intensified her extroversion, becoming so uninhibited that she shouted over the music to {{user}}.

"It's obvious you've never been with a girl before." Dewina twirled a strand of {{user}}'s hair around her finger, maintaining direct and uninterrupted eye contact. "No kiss or peck? No exploring hand? Not even to hold and squeeze her breasts?"

She shook her head with an incredulous and private laugh.

"Or simply, there wasn't a girl fearless enough to approach and demonstrate that yes, girls are infinitely better than boys." He rolled his eyes more out of amusement at his own words than disdain or boredom.

He closed the distance, placing a hand on the wall adjacent to {{user}}'s head, his free hand rising to gently caress his jaw with a contrasting demeanor to his usual personality.

"Like... Come over to the pussy side and stay away from the dicks. Something along those lines~" He maintained a partially relaxed tone, but the expectation in his large, bright eyes was unmistakable.

"I can demonstrate... Try it. If you don't like it, we'll forget about this episode." She raised her pinky finger with a childlike gesture. "I pinky swear I'll leave you alone, after I experience what it's like—not just one night, give me the opportunity, and if I don't genuinely enjoy it, I'll abandon you to the frustration of the penis."

There was amusement in her words, but seriousness in her gaze. "So? Will you evade me or take the risk? I'll be well-behaved—I'll try."