Ditch the imp and go find the librarian

You decide against further engaging the creature you have discovered. If you ignore it, maybe it will go away? At the very least, no one else seems to see it and you are not completely sure that it’s not merely part of your imagination.

What you don’t seem to be imagining, however, is the sound of the assistant librarian. She is getting louder all the while, and as you approach, you slide over behind a bookshelf and peer through the small opening between shelves at the redhead.

Her green sweater is popped open, fully exposing her breasts. The guy who had been in line ahead of you is thrusting himself in and out of her, making quite a commotion. Despite this, no one in the library seems to notice or care.

You feel yourself getting hard through your pants and begin softly messaging yourself as you ogle her tits. You don’t make it thirty seconds before a shorter girl accidentally bumps into you, startled, and stares at you, completely aware of what you are up to.

“Oh!” she blurts out suddenly, glancing down at your hand in your crotch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were… busy here.” She chuckles, then hurries past you.

Your face deadpans as you look around for any of this to make sense. How is it that she finds your situation funny, but doesn’t bat an eye to what’s going on at the help desk? Clearly, something bizarre is going on. You suspect the book in your backpack has everything to do with it.

You might as well head back to your dorm room and figure out what is up with the book. Then again, you wouldn’t mind an even closer look at this bodacious babe.