Library air is never fresh. Paper smells, dust smells, and cleaning this place is a job for four. Besides, when this stuffy aroma slips into your nostrils and makes its way down into your chest and father, farther, into every corner of your body from there, it sticks and doesn't let go. The paper mist in your head gets so thick the hot moist winds outside feel refreshing. What happens in the library, stays in the library, like in a dream lost to recollection. Shameful things shouldn't be done awake, consciously.
 
Why am I hiding under the stand like a thief? I could retreat to the farthest corner and continue in safety, then pretend the archives needed sorting should anything come up. What if somebody comes? What if they don't find their librarian doing her job and start searching? What if someone reaches under the stand to find out the source of the gross sounds? That would be so bad, dear God! They will drag me out into the light by hair to answer for my absence in the same appearance I am right now. I feel my finger pulled inside with another contaction. Calm down, body, please let me take it out. Good thing it's slippery like a water slide down there, else I wouldn't be able to scoop some up and rub it in a little bit higer. When it feels ready enough, I touch the very tip of my tiny bump and-
 
Blackout. Whiteout. Welcome me back on Earth, Houston, I'm falling, please hold me, hold me, hold me please, hold me hold me holdme! If they were to touch me like this, I'd become the same as now, hot, defenseless, legs lewdly thrown apart and too weak to close, every orifice wet save for my ears. They'd have no troubles bending me over or slapping or... I have to bite on my panties as to suppress a scream as I thrust back in, this time with three fingers. My whole body jerks around trying to crush the hostile invader, but it only gets worse as the blissful feeling of girth only increases the tighter my insides get. Please, please don't let it be the final wave, if only this could last a little longer, I'd be able to-
 
"Hello?"
 
I momentarily spit my panties out and jump up, ready to serve. Of course, the stand hits my head and makes me land hard on my butt, having lost all balance. Why does this always happen? I immediately jump out again, this time in the right direction. Can't let him see, no matter the cost.
 
"Oww."
 
Head hurts liike never though. I carefully rub it with my left hand, hiding the fingers of the right. Can't let him seeee!
 
"Are you okay?"
 
He looks all right though, if only his chaotic hair didn't make him appear childish. No, Shirakawa, hold your horses, you've been there before.
 
"Err... Yes!"
 
Who am I kidding, the only thing I think about as the convesation flows is if I should turn around right now and go get my pants, blinding him with my naked buns. Goo tickles down my calves. Will it shine? What kind of face will he make upon my return? Will it make him want me?
 
"Thanks."
 
Huh? Is he already done? I kinda talkedd on autopilot there. Whew, at least I didn't get caught, although it could potentially yield tasty result, like the principal spreading... Okay, full stop. I can do it after 2-2's PE after all.
 
"I-IVEGOTTAGODOSOMETHING!"
 
There they go. Every newcomer has to make the same mistake. Frankly, I still feel guilty sometimes for handing her books from my own collection, but the poor girl would know even less joy otherwise. Like tree, like apples, right?
 
Time to put my stuff on and act a concerned adult. Good things weird smells drown in the library's stuffed air.