[The Library That Suffered]

When I'm bored, I always like to browse the library. It has many ancient erotic

novels , like *Jin Ping Mei* and *The Carnal Prayer Mat*, which are my favorite books for passing the time. They also have Jin Yong's martial arts novels;

although I've read them all before, I still find them quite enjoyable sometimes.
The library was nearly empty on Thursday, and with the end of school exams approaching,

fewer students from nearby schools were there, just a few scattered people. I went up from the basement to the third floor but didn't see any pretty

girls, which was a bit disappointing. Luckily, there was the fourth floor. The fourth floor is where female students frequent.

Of , those in school uniforms are the most captivating, especially with their pure, long hair; it makes

my heart race even faster. It's already past four in the afternoon, and the fourth floor is, as usual, the least crowded. At my usual

row of desks, there was only one boy and two girls, all seemingly preparing for exams, completely oblivious to their surroundings

.
I strolled slowly past the rows of bookshelves, when suddenly my eyes lit up. A female student in a miniskirt was

browsing the books. I approached her quietly, trying not to make a sound, and

stopped a little ahead of her, peering through the gaps in the bookshelves. She was a girl in her early teens,

with large eyes—not exceptionally beautiful, but very attractive. Her long, curly hair and

the pure white uniform of a t-shirt and skirt exuded an innocent charm; the lack of pantyhose added an undeniable sexiness. I

was glad I'd come to the library today, to be able to observe such a pretty girl up close.
She wasn't aimlessly browsing the rows of Chinese books; she seemed to be hoping to find something she

needed , picking up one book at a time to flip through it, then choosing another. My gaze followed

the rise and fall of her breasts, hoping to see through her clothes and see just how cute the contents were. I

took out my cell phone with a camera and secretly snapped a picture of her beauty, intending to share it with my Tim Way brothers.
As I was intently admiring the beautiful scenery before me, she suddenly picked up a few books and turned

to walk towards the other side of the bookshelf. Was she leaving? I wondered to myself, quietly circling around to see where she was going. When I saw

her sit down at a desk, my heart relaxed.
"It's better if she sits down," I thought, and followed her.
Some female students are wary and don't like anyone sitting in front of them. Twice, I sat down and the female students got up and left shortly after

. So, I went to the row of bookshelves closest to the outside and continued

to observe the female student I had my eye on through the gaps between the shelves. The desk she sat at was the last one in that row. She seemed to be making sure

no one else was around. Seeing how cautious she was, I didn't dare to go out immediately, afraid of scaring her away,

so I obediently hid behind the bookshelf.
She looked left, right, and behind her, and after confirming that no one was in front of her, she quickly

tore off several pieces from the books in her hands. At that moment, a million thoughts raced through my mind. How could I manipulate this female

student? What should I do? But I couldn't just let this female student slip away; this might

be my only chance in my life. So, I mustered my courage, suppressing my pounding heart, and

walked up .
"What are you doing?" My heart was pounding in my chest, but I also mustered my courage to call out in a voice that

wasn't too loud, but loud enough to startle her. She was indeed startled, looking up in surprise.

When she saw a strange man standing next to her, she instinctively clutched her bag.
"What are you doing?" I asked again before she could react.
She finally came to her senses and said in a trembling voice, "N-nothing..." As she spoke, she stood up to

leave .
I didn't have the courage to grab her, so I followed behind her and continued to say in her ear, "Do you know that what you

just did is illegal? If the school finds out, they might expel you, not to mention calling the police."
She paused for a moment, then continued walking forward. "You have no evidence."
At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, but I grabbed her bag.
"The evidence is inside."
She shook off my hand, but didn't dare take another step forward.
Seeing that this tactic had worked, I was secretly pleased and thought I should press my advantage, so I said, "Let's go find

a librarian now and see what he has to say." As I spoke, I tried to pull her towards the elevator.
She struggled to break free from my hand, "No!"
I could see a hint of fear in her eyes; she certainly hadn't expected her actions to have such

consequences .
"Please!" Seeing that I was still trying to pull her away, her voice began to plead. And her weakness

instantly ignited my possessiveness. I felt a surge of heat flow from my lower abdomen to my genitals,

instantly arousing my penis.
"That depends on what you do."
"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was still timid.
"Hehe..." I chuckled dryly, "I won't force you, you just need to let me touch you,

you understand, right?"
Seeing that she was looking down and not speaking, I grabbed her hand and walked towards the desk she had been sitting on. Her

hand was ice-cold; she was probably terrified. I sat down in the chair she had just been sitting in. The chair still held her warmth.

Facing the wall, I'd seen many male and female students sit like this in the library; I figured no one would pay much attention if someone came by .

I reached out and touched her smooth thigh. The girl lowered her head, too afraid to speak, her hands clutching her bag tightly . Seeing that she didn't resist, I became more aggressive. At first, my hand only caressed the exposed part of her thigh, but gradually it went deeper, wandering inside her short skirt. 　　"Please don't do this..." The girl probably wanted to use a stern tone, but she couldn't fake it; instead she sounded pitiful. Of course, I ignored her and simply used my other hand to reach under her armpit to touch her breasts. She was petite, and my hand had room to slip under her armpit to touch her breasts. I first touched her chest through her clothes; as I had imagined: very firm. My left hand slowly but firmly kneaded her breasts, stimulating her wild breasts from every angle. Her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and her expression was a mixture of shyness, anger, resentment, and helplessness. This further aroused my masculine desire. I could feel her nipples becoming increasingly erect, as if they were about to burst through her bra.

My right hand slipped inside her shirt from behind; her skin was as smooth as silk. Before she could react

, I had already unhooked her bra. She struggled weakly for a moment,

then . I pinched her nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. Seeing her lightly bite her lower lip,

knowing she was prepared to endure it, I boldly increased the pressure. I kneaded, rubbed, and pinched as hard as I could,

as if trying to melt her breasts in my hands. I felt the elasticity of her breasts, the firmness of her nipples, and the occasional

spasms of her muscles; my heart pounded like a 100-meter sprinter reaching its limit.
My right hand rested on her thigh again, a smooth and soft sensation traveling from my palm to

my central nervous system , then to my "little brother," making it begin to transform into a "big

brother"! My palm slid across her soft thigh, caressing her. I sat outside, the girl

inside, and there was no one else around. I glanced around to make sure no one could see my

caresses . Soon, my hand slipped like an eel into her panties; her garden was covered only with

sparse pubic hair. This was my first time intimately touching a young girl's vulva. Her clitoris was erect yet incredibly

soft. I gently circled her clitoris with my middle finger. Her body trembled violently, and her

breathing became rapid. Seeing my opportunity, I thrust my middle finger into her vagina, making her

cry out.
"You can't scream! We're in the library!"
she cried, biting her lip to stifle the sound. This fueled my arousal even more. I first used my middle finger

to stimulate the walls of her vagina with a spiral motion. Her buttocks began to writhe involuntarily. I then focused my efforts

on her G-spot while continuing to stimulate her clitoris with my thumb. Within two minutes, she was

breathing heavily, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. I suddenly pulled my middle finger out,

but still cupped her vulva in my palm.
I whispered in her ear, "How was it? Did you enjoy it?"
Her eyes were still slightly closed, her teeth had already left marks on her lower lip. She rested her head

on my shoulder, her chest held high, and murmured, "Let me go."
I whispered in her ear, "Okay, you can go now." She innocently stood up, forgetting that my

left hand was still inside her school uniform skirt, pulling at her panties, which were undoubtedly her own panties under her legs. Startled, she

sat back down in the chair.
I grabbed her vulva hard with my left hand and whispered in her ear, "Want to leave so soon?" I quickly pulled off

the panties that had slipped onto her calves and stuffed them into my pocket. She said in a low voice,

"Give them to me."
"What?"
"My panties."
"Keep them as a souvenir."
"No."
"Hehe," I chuckled, "I won't give them to you." I casually touched her smooth little sister.
She pushed my hand away, seemingly suppressing her anger. "You're despicable."
The thought of her bare skin beneath her skirt filled me with a sense of satisfaction. I smiled slightly at her.

"What's your name?" I asked.
At first, she wouldn't tell me, but I eventually learned, through a combination of coercion and deception, that her name was Yoyo, and that she was

a fourth-year student at a prestigious nearby school.
I unzipped my pants with my right hand, pulling out my long-suppressed penis. With my left hand, I took her

small hand and placed it on my penis, letting her stroke it up and down. With each stroke, I saw my

penis throbbing and glistening. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing my face against her breasts,

feeling their elasticity and warmth.
Just then, an oblivious man named Abel from Victoria Park walked by with a newspaper. I hurriedly withdrew my hand and hid

my penis back in my pocket. Summoning her courage, she pushed me away with both hands, stood up to leave, but I immediately grabbed her and

whispered in her ear, "Do you want your underwear back?"
I put my arm around her waist and led her to the back of a row of bookshelves in the corner. I hugged her from behind, and Yoyo

was too scared to scream or move. I instinctively looked around; there was no one else in sight. Even though the

girl was standing with her back to me, I felt even more free to do as I pleased.
"Your smile is really charming. A charming girl like you, be careful." As I spoke,

my hand slid down her waist, caressing her buttocks, while my other hand pulled out my penis.

Yoyo didn't speak, but desperately twisted her body trying to get rid of my hands; at this moment, I pressed her

buttocks , making it impossible for Yoyo to break free. Not only that, I also pressed my erect penis against

Yoyo's buttocks through her skirt.
"No...no..." Yoyo whispered. She twisted her buttocks trying to escape, but this only

resulted in her soft buttocks rubbing against my penis. Yoyo put down her schoolbag and tried to push me away, but I

grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis, playing with it. Terrified, she stopped pushing.
Yoyo even tried to stomp on my foot with her heel, but just then I took out a photo I'd taken with my phone of her tearing

up books and waved it in front of her. Seeing the photo, Yoyo's struggles

vanished completely.
"If you don't want this photo to appear in school, you have to listen to me and don't make a sound," I

said in a low voice, filling Yoyo with fear. I could feel her body trembling. Then I

lifted Yoyo's school uniform skirt and began to caress her bare buttocks, no longer protected by underwear.
I didn't just caress her buttocks; I also pulled her hair aside and pressed my lips to her smooth neck. I

freely slid my lips across her neck, her fragrance filling my nostrils, making me feel intoxicated. Her

long hair brushed against my face as she moved her head, tickling me—a unique and pleasant sensation. I gently

bit her earlobe, breathing into Yoyo's ear canal. Stimulated by the sound,

Yoyo's body became even weaker; taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped my hand inside her school uniform, groping her up and down, and suddenly

, I cupped her breast in my hand. Her bra had already been unhooked, and I could clearly

see through her uniform that my left hand was grasping and kneading her breast forcefully.
Yoyo bit her lip, shyly lowering her head, her long hair obscuring half her face, her closed eyes fluttering gently.

She endured it, trembling. I then freed my hand to explore under her skirt; my hand could directly touch the female student's

genitals, so I didn't hold back, my fingers sweeping back and forth across her vulva. I touched pubic hair and her moist

labia. Then I inserted two fingers into Yoyo's vagina, feeling them tightly

enveloped by her vagina, as if her vagina were alive. Using techniques I'd learned from pornographic films, I rhythmically

stimulated her G-spot, and I sensed a change in Yoyo; her thighs, which had been tightly clenched, slowly relaxed,

her whole body no longer tense, and Yoyo gradually shifted her weight onto me; occasionally she would squeeze her legs together briefly, but

immediately separate them again.
"Oh…uh…" Yoyo groaned softly, her lips trembling. "Do you want to

taste yourself?" She didn't speak, her eyes still closed. I pulled my fingers out of her vagina and shoved them

into her mouth. At this point, I could no longer restrain myself. Only penetration remained. I

lifted Yoyo's buttocks slightly back, then lowered my position to align myself. Before Yoyo could react, my penis was

already inside her thighs. My glans could feel the heat of her buttocks, burning hot.
Yoyo tried to move forward, but her body hit the bookshelf, trapped

between , completely unable to move. Having caught my prey, I began to slowly play with this precious body. My penis

moved in and out under Yoyo's skirt, her legs clamped together, making my penis feel suffocated. I thrust and thrust desperately,

trying to break through. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the moans deep in her throat. Her eyes closed even

tighter, her body twisting more violently. I grabbed her breasts with both hands for leverage, licking her cute little ears covered by black hair

, thrusting my upper body back to allow for deeper penetration. All the erogenous zones in my body were stimulated simultaneously, and

the intense pleasure ignited a burning desire in both of us.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hair tightly with one hand behind her back, and her body froze.

I felt a surge of heat rush to my glans, flowing down my penis and between my legs. I could no longer

hold back , and my semen gushed out. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and I closed my eyes to savor the incredibly pleasurable

feeling. When I opened my eyes again, it was like waking up from a long dream. I was still nestled on her shoulder, her shoulder

rising and falling with her breath. It would be such a waste to let such a good prey go after just one time. I suddenly felt a

desire to take care of the girl in my arms. My hand stroked her slightly curly long hair, smelling its

fragrance , and I was momentarily lost in thought.
After a while, she seemed to come back to her senses. The satisfaction on her face was replaced by shame, and she hurriedly pushed me

away . I put the girl down, but she couldn't stand up at all and needed me to support her. Seeing the murky liquid continuously flowing down

her thighs , she hurriedly cleaned herself. I seized the opportunity to leave, quietly running to the third-floor window sill.
In the distance, Victoria Park stretched out as night fell. I stood by the window, reluctant to let her go, watching her beautiful figure

disappear into the distance.
[The End
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