At the library

This college town is renowned for its extensive library, whose contents stretch far back into the depths of time. Even the myth-songs of yore are recorded here. If you can get any leads about the Gemstone, it should be here. Best of all, to keep humidity levels low and prevent contamination, it’s one of the few places where sexual activity is entirely barred.

You make your way to the college library, evading most touches, grabs, and leering stares on your way. You’re getting better at dodging the horny locals and university students, and learning the very subtle body language to show you’re just too busy or uninterested to stop for a fuck. You’re not always entirely successful, though. Maybe it’s the unfamiliarity with the customs, or maybe sometimes it’s the persistence of the men here.

You’re nearly to the library when a man, clearly a professor by the looks of his drab attire, completely blocks your path.

“Pardon me-“ you say softly, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. You try to push past, but he doesn’t budge, and instead his warm, sweaty body pushes up against you more, right in the middle of the street. Crowds of people continue to throng past you, and you look up at the man. He’s smiling down at you, and following his gaze you see his hard member is already exposed and pressing on your lower stomach.