Follow the darting figure to the end of the aisle

You’re not sure what that was behind the bookshelf staring back at you — but you’re going to find out!

You flip the book into your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder as you briskly make your way down to the end of the aisle. The thing is quick! Its already moved out of the aisles and into a common area with tables and chairs. You follow after it.

When you get over there, you see a bunch of students — mostly girls - with books and notebooks spread out on the tables. They’re studying or researching, or listening to music as they type away on a library computer .

Your attention is drawn to a small figure, less than three feet tall, moving back and forth underneath the tables. You discreetly tilt your head and peer under the table to see what is going on.

A small goblin-like creature is underneath the table. He’s fully nude with a massive cock in his hands. With one hand he is pleasuring it, and with the other he is holding himself steady as he peers underneath one of the girl’s skirts. He vigorously masturbates for a few seconds, and then moves on to another girl’s crotch. All the while, he’s being very careful not to touch any of them. The skill and speed with which he makes it around the table makes you think that this must be a regular activity for him.

“Hey!” you say, rather loudly.

The girls at the table all glance up, suddenly disturbed. The creature under the table looks over, too. You get a good look at the girls: they are all underclassmen and hotties. One is wearing, a jean skirt with a black tube top. Another was wearing a short, pleated skirt in plaid with a white, tight-fitting long-sleeved T-Shirt. Most of them are wearing glasses, and a few have their hair done up, and all of them have their legs parted to various degrees.

The girls each eye you up and down, but since they don’t know you and you don’t seem to be speaking to them, they return to their studies. You hold your finger up as if you are about to say something, but then you think better of it, closing your hand and bringing it to your chin, as if you weren’t sure what to do or say next.

The creature, on the other hand, hurries out from under the table and gives you a smile as he passes by. He gestures with his hand to follow him back behind an aisle of books.

Once there, you unload on him.

“What is going on? What are you?” you whisper as loudly as you dare. "What were you doing to those girls?"

“So!” he chortles, his voice loud enough to echo across the room. “You can see me now… it means you’re the master.”

“Master?” you ask inquisitively, trying to keep your voice down. “What master?”

“Of the tome!” he replies, pointing to your backpack. “Now, I wish to get back to inspecting those young…”

“Wait!” you say, trying to move into his path. “What are you saying? What is going on here?” Without thinking, you place a hand on him.

He stops, and looks up at you, giving you a big dose of side eye. As you stare at the strange creature before you, you notice a sound getting louder and louder from behind you: moaning, both rhythmic and pleasurable. It’s a woman’s voice, and it’s coming from the help desk.

“I can tell you about the book,” he says, noticing that you hear the sound, too. “But we should probably go someplace else where we can hear each other better — where we won’t be disturbed.”

You look around the library. Everyone is oblivious to this imp. Whatever he is, he is clearly not bound by the same laws of nature - they neither see nor hear him. His lewd antics aside, you feel like he will be a promising source of information.