Freaky Library

John finds his family standing besides their car in the parking lot. Next to them, several other parents are also with their families, some saying goodbye and some getting reacquainted. He slips past the others and approaches his family. Between his mother and father, a young ginger-haired girl stands, her arms crossed, rage in her eyes.

That is John's sister, Brittany. One of the only reasons he had been so quick to deny himself the chance of attending the many well-known universities he could have attended. Maybe it is an unhealthy obsession, or maybe it's just because he wants his older sister back. Either way, she is the main reason he is at Grate University.

He smiles as he lays eyes on her. Her long ginger hair falling to her side, those emerald-green eyes he was enamored with, and her body. Especially her body. His eyes trail down to her boobs, perking from her bra and dress. Not too big and not too small. Just... perfect. If he could, John would alter the world to give every girl huge tits, except for Brittany. No. She is perfect the way she is.

He confidently strolls down the streets filled with cars and people, stopping right in front of his mother. He glances at her quickly, examining and surveying for any discomfort or uneasiness. Surprisingly, she seems perfectly okay, even giving him a warm hug at his arrival. That evening in the bathroom replays like a movie in his mind constantly, and yet it seems his mother doesn't even remember it.

Strange as it is, John pushes away the worries and faces Brittany, meeting her hateful gaze. He hasn't even attended a class and yet she seems tired of sharing her college experience with him. In her defense, it was a surprise when John announced he would apply for Grate. Every living soul in his small neighborhood knew of his genius, and some even predicted he would attend some top-notch university. So you can their shock when he decided to attend Grate University.

It wasn't that Grate is not a good school, on the contrary, the school was well-known in the city for its unmatched level of student engagement and amazing learning environment. Still, no 'genius' would waste their time here.

John offers her a smile, which she ignores and rolls her eyes at. Luckily, he had planned ahead. He unceremoniously pulls a record out of the small black bag held by his wrist. She snatches the record from his grasp and immediately giggles. "Wow, this looks like absolute garbage. I love it, John."

"Oh! I'm so happy we're finally together again. We get to spend the entire day together as a family before my babies go off to live their lives." John's mother suddenly announces. A sparkling bead of glistening liquid forms at the corner of her eyes, threatening to slide down. She swiftly pulls her children towards her and wraps them into a soft embrace. Now, it looks like the tears are about to start pouring. John moves to comfort her, but his father gets there first. He gently rubs his hand along his wife's chest, not daring to reach too far.

Brittany locks eyes with John, giving him a smug smirk, as if she could tell what his ambitions were.

"Daddy, can we get going. I was supposed to meet Stacy soon and you still have all my stuff in his room." Brittany whines, referring to John's room with obvious disdain.

The two parents pull apart from each other, breaking up their impromptu hug and mentally gathering themselves.

"Didn't you just hear what I said? You're not hanging out with stacy, young lady. This is the last day we have to be a family, so you're going to spend it with us." Emma says in between wiping away beads of tears.

The frustrated look Brittany gave John is nothing in comparison to the utter hatred she displays towards her mother. John sighs and steps back, already aware of what is about to occur.

"OH MY GOD, MOM! Why do you have to be so insane all the time!?" Brittany shouts, from the top of her lungs, in the middle of the busy parking lot. She even stomps her feet like a toddler for added affect. Murmurs and gasps arise from the countless onlookers, all now gazing at the weird family with an immature daughter.

"Brittany..." Emma quietly says. The word hangs in the air as the tension builds. A hurt expression flashes across her face, quickly replaced by a look of pure anger, the type a mother would have when disciplining her children.

The two glare at one another, engaged in a battle of wills. John and Robert know better than to interfere, and so they wait in silence. Eventually, Brittany turns her head away in defeat, refusing to make eye contact with her family.

The awkwardness in the parking lot slowly diffusess as the onlookers continue with their day. John sighs and steps away from his family. Not even interdimensional magical lights could save him from family drama.

RING! RING!

John's phone suddenly vibrates against his pocket. He reaches down and pulls out his phone, his hands wrapped tightly against its silver lining. The phone is large, almost the size of John's hand. Silver in color with a large apple in the middle, with a bite taken out. The phone is wrapped tighly by a vibrant dark-blue case. The words, 'New text from Monica' stirrs up in a bland white color.

Hey, John. Wanna hang out? I was thinking we could take a walk through the park or something. Mom's not picking up her phone, probably hangover at the hotel, so it'll just be me and you.

Emma suddenly perks up from behind John, her eyes glued onto the phone. She stares from over his shoulder. "Right, so I was thinking, why don't we all go see a movie together? That could be fun, right?" She says, trying to play off the obvious contents of Monica's message.

Robert nods in agreement, as does Brittany, although it's clear she only does so to avoid further embarrassment. Emma then turns to John, awaiting his answer.

As alluring as the idea of further family drama and arguments sounds, the park and Monica sounds oddly relaxing. And between the great deal of information **** on him, the mysteries between himself and the lights, and his new mission to track down a demon, a relaxing walk at the park doesn't sound unpleasant.

"Sorry, Mom. I actually have plans to meet up with Monica at the park." John says, watching as the expression on his mother's face contorts and shifts.

"Fine, fine. You can go to the park with Monica. Just make sure you're back here soon. I'll text you when we're done at the park." Emma finally relents with a tired sigh.

Almost immediately, Brittany perks up to speak, either to whine or object, but is cut off.

"I don't want to hear it, Brittany. You got to spend time with your friends all day yesterday while John rode with us. You can sacrifice an afternoon while he gets to have fun." The look in her eyes makes it clear as day that she wasn't taking any objections.

Brittany turns to her father for support, but he just shrugs. It's clear he has no horse in this race and is willing to go with whatever his wife says.

Brittany pouts, quickly resorting to muttering something under her breath, akin to an insult or curse. John couldn't quite make it out. Well, it doesn't matter. It's time to go meet Monica.

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The park is one of the favorite spots of students and parents alike. Filled with lively, green grass and trees. Walking through the park is like adventuring through the open forest. The air felt clearer, more human, in a way. A few benches and trashcans were positioned off to the corners of the park.

John examines his surroundings in a search for Monica. There was not a shortage of students, but no Monica. "Hi, John!" A familiar voice rings out from besides him.

Monica smiles as she spots John. She excitedly waves him over and pats the empty spot next to her on the bench. When he approaches, she leans forward to pull him into a deep hug. John savors the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest, and allows his hand to trail down her back.

"Today's gonna' be a good day, John. I can already feel it. We've got the whole day to ourselves, no Mom, no drinking, no embarrassing public fights. We can do whatever we want," she says as she hooks her arm around his. "So, ready to go exploring?" she asks with a mischievous smile.

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The two teenagers head off deeper into the park, taking in the sight of nature at its finest. Side by side, the stroll along the narrow pathway leading to the main campus.

As they near the lilbrary, they pass by a girl in a skimpy library outfit. A small black and white skirt which barely hides her sizeable behind, a small black tanktop that reveals much of her underboob, and black leggings tight around his thicc thighs. She was sitting on the stairs, apparently waiting for someone.

Monica suddenly stops in front of the girl and yanks John towards her. "Suzie! What are you doing here?" She excitedly asks.

The girl, Suzie, hesitantly lifts her head. She seems nervous, or anxious, or even both. After a few akward second though, she smiles and gives Monica a hug. The two girls pull away, and Monica immediately turns to John, as if she forgot he was there.

"Oh! I almost forgot, this is John," Monica says, gesturing towards John. "John, this is Suzie, my roommate."

"Your roommate's a cheerleader?" The question blurts out of John's lips unprovoked. This is certainly news to him.

"Yeah," Suzie replies, her tone some-what dead. John notices a deep exhaustion between her almond-brown eyes. She then continues, "My family lives around here since my Mom's one of the professors. And since I had the pep rally yesterday, it took me a while before I had a chance to finally move in."

Not having much to contribute, John steps away from the girls, allowing them to converse while he ogles her breasts from afar. After some time, Monica turns to face him and motions towards the library. "Should we follow her?" She asks, watching as the silhouette of her friend dissappears into the library.

"Follow her? What for?"

There was not much allure in checking out the library. It seems like a bore, to be honest. Of course, John had never actually been in the library, so his claims could be denounced. "Fine," he mumbles.

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The library is a sharp contrast from the images John had in mind. It is so... grandeur? The campus itself is certainly nice, but this is the only other building to have so much rich detail. The assortment of books seems almost endless. Sadly, John does not have the time to appreciate the building with Monica leading him around the room by the hand.

"Come on! Isn't this place amazing? I feel like I'll never run out of things to do or read here." Monica giggles. John watches on with a unusual feeling in his stomach. Watching Monica be so happy reading makes him feel happy, in some way. She'd always loved reading. Not so much because she appreciated the art behind the wòrds. Instead, it had been her way of dealing with the struggles life had placed on her from a young age. Of course, most of those struggles were of her mother, Mrs. Wilson.

As the two continue their exploration of the library, John suddenly stops, noticing a familiar face. Sofia. She is sitting besides a cute asian girl, and the tso were exchanging notes and speeding over a wide variety of books. The asian girl slowly meets his gaze, irritated by his staring. Surprisingly, she remains quiet, most likely in the hopes that if she doesn't initiate contant, he'll simply pass by their table. When Sofia notices him, however, she beams a radiant smile.

"Oh, John! I'm so happy to see you. We've been here for hours it feels like and we — I — could really use a break," Sofia says, noting the presence of her taskmaster. "This is my roommate, Rio. She wanted us to get a jump on studying before classes started, so I wouldn't fall behind. Rio, this is that guy I was telling you about: John. The one that lives a few floors below us."

"How fantastic," the cute asian, Rio, says with mock enthusiasm. She flashes a smile that doesn't reach her eyes before returning to the countless books spread across the table. "Well, we should really get back to it, John. After all, he's already obviously busy..." she reminds Sofia without bothering to look up from her book.

"Well, I'll let you get back to it. See you later, John." Sofia waves eagerly as Monica and John turn away from the table. When the two are out to view, she turns around and shoots Rio a stern look. "Can you not be so rude to my friend?"

"What?" Rio replies with a glare of her own. "We're studying, Sofia. He was just gonna come here and distract us."

"That doesn't give you the right to behave so insensitively to my friend." Sofia spat back.

Rio rolls her eyes, "Whatever. He's gone, probably to go sleep with that stupud bimbo besides him. Let's get back to studying."

Sofia sighs in defeat, and without another word spoken, the two resume their study session.

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John and Monica wander around the opulent library, exploring the unqiue assortment of books placed on the various shelfs. Suddenly, a soft ringing sound, akin to a whistle, echoes in John's mind. His eyes begin to travel along the library, trailing the sound, and eventually landing on three bright lights.

This trip of the library won't be so boring, after all. He thought.

Excited by the prospect of livening up the bore of the library with transdimensional magic, his gaze lands on one of the lights. A weird one. While the other two shimmered and glower an almost ethereal color, this light was dark. Pure black. Just a glance sends shivers down John's spine. It's one of the black lights the succubus referred to a few days prior.

Using this light will cost a piece of my soul? John ponders on the true meaning behind the succubus's words. He knows he can't trust her, so he doesn't take her words at face value. But, he wonders what a piece of his soul is. Could he eventually die if he lost too much of his soul? Would he be eternally damned?

As enticing as it sounds to figure out the secrets of the black light snd its effects, John decides to play it safe. If anything were to go wrong, he couldn't risk his secret getting out. And so, he mentally reaches forward to absorb the weakest, yet most alluring, of the lights. The pink light.

Energy sours through John's veins as the last bits of the pink light dissipates. All of a sudden, Monica breaks out in a fit of giggles. Actually, John hadn't decided to direct the light towards Monica, it just... did. Another interesting thing of note. It seems as if he doesn't have total control over the light, for now

"What's the matter?" John asks, feigning worry, even though he knows full well the answer. He slides his hand along bare skin of her waist, positioning himself so he's directly behind her.

Monica reacts to his touch with short gasps before tilting her head back into his chest. Her head rolls around in ecstasy while John reaches up and begins playing with her large breasts. He glances around to see if anyone might notice the two, but find that the library is relatively empty. It's a good thing they decided to come here before classes actually started.

Now free of any worry, John confidently reaches down to unzip Monica's pants, but she stops him just before he can tear the ripper off. She bites down on her lips and gazes into her eyes. John notices that her pupils are unfocused.

"Wait, John. I don't know if I can do this. I'm — I'm still a virgin," Monica says, simultaneously ashamed and proud of the fact. "I just wanted to save myself for someone special, you know?"

John leans down, one hand still kneading her breast, and whispers into her ear. "We've been friends our whole lives. If we're not special to each other, then who is?"

Before she can respond, John reaches down and grips her panties and pants. With little resistance, he pulls them down, allowing them to hang just below her knees. She reacts with a shocked gasp, but doesn't make any effort to stop him.

John grabs her by the wrist and pushes her against one of the bookshelves surrounding them, careful not to hurt her. Teasingly, he begins to rub his already hard cock against her slit, teasing her puffy lips with his cockhead.

Again, she reaches down to stop him.

"What is it now?" He groans, feeling more than a bit annoyed.

"You're not wearing a condom?" Monica says. Even under the influence of the lights, she retains enough to her senses to try to avoid a pregnancy. Unsure of weather it's because of hed mental strength, or judt the weakness of this particular pink light, John makes another mental note to find out.

Not bothering to ease her worries, John pushes her up against the bookshelf as his cock presses into her warm slit. He leans forward to arap a hand around her neck and bites on her ear.

Monica responds with a grunt, overwhelmed by the feeling of both losing her virginity and doing so under the effect of a lust-inducing light. Every thrust of John's cock is a new and original experience for her, amplified a thousand times over by his magical abilities.

John's hand trails down her back to her ass, which was bouncing vigorously at each thrust. He raises his hand, and with a considerable amount of forces, slams it down.

SLAP!

Monica leaks out a sudden moan at the slap, but doesn't voice a complaint, if she has one. She grips onto the loudly, her fingers grazing against the metal, as John pounds deep into her from behind.

"Mhn.. ahhh.. HNGH! F-Fuck.. ahhnn.. fuck - fuck me.. mhnn.. ahh.."

There are certainly a group of people who stumbles upon the two, but they are quick apologize and immediately leave the area eather than try to confront them. One particularly bold guy walks up to Monica and takes a picture of her tits. He watches, a hint of jealous in her eyes, as the two go at it, before giving John a thumps-up and walking away.

Monica would likely be mortified at the public exposure if it wasn't for the light. Instead, she buries her face into one of the books, leaving John to treat a body as nothing but a sex-toy.

John takes in her scent, and the thrill of getting caught by the authorities, and pushes deeper into her. A groan leaks from John's lips as Monica's walls tighten around his shaft. He pushes further into his friend's quivering pussy as an unusual warmth envelops him.

Now, his hip is thrusting forward and back off its own accord, not that he has any objections. He grabs onto her chubby waist to stable himself before slamming into her once more.

Nearing his peak, John reaches out to run his hand around Monica's golden locks, grabbing a handful and pulling on it. Locking eyes, the two begin to move in a fast rhythm, both trying to milk each other to the end.

"Fuck..." John groans as his cock-head explodes with a considerable amount of sperm deep inside his friend's pussy. He's confident a few of his swimmers have made it to her hungry womb.

"What? No! What have you done!?" Monica screams as she scrambles to get off the floor. She swats her arms at him but he quickly restrains her, whispering in her ear that they both know this is exactly what she wanted.

"No — No — You lied to me," she says, tears in her eyes.

He continues to pump inside her, savoring the feeling of her plump asscheeks bouncing against his crotch. "You know you wanted this. I mean, it is what you are. A slut. A dirty whore, just like your mother."

He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, holding there as the final drops from his cock empty out into her. "We both know you wanted this. If you didn't, you wouldn't have acted like a slut in the library." The corners of his lips curve up into a sinister smile, chastising her for someone he's well aware she had no control over.

In her mind though, he's right. She did suddenly get an insatiable urge for his cock, so maybe she is the one at fault. She doesn't say anything to him, but her body goes limp in his arms, allowing his hands to explore her body for a few more seconds before he finally decide that he has had enough. As he stands and pulls his pants back on, he gives her round ass a firm slap, causing it to jiggle. That slap is followed by another, and then another, and then another.

As he readies another slap, his phone suddenly vibrates. When he answer it, he finds a message from his parents. It looks like their movie is over and they want him to come help them unload stuff at Brittany's apartment.

It would be a little cruel to leave Monica alone in the library in such a state, but kindness isn't exactly what brought him to this point anyways.

She'll be fine.

(AN: To my readers, I apologize for the long wait and nonsensical uploads. This chapter had been in my drafts for a while, and I'm just now getting ready to finish and upload it. These past few weeks or so, I've been hit hard by a large wall(metaphorically). I felt absolutely zero urge to write, and whenever I tried, I would give up after one sentence or so. But for now and the foreseeable future, all my attention will be on the story. I can(kind of) promise 3-4 chapters a week, maybe 5 on a good week. The other two stories may be updated every once in a while, but I think it's best to focus my attention on this story.)