He soon will.

Now John isn't too keen on the idea of checking out what could be called a piece of erotica, especially under the judging eyes of Mrs. Harangue. She very much dislikes him in the first place, seeing him with such a book would only worsen her already low opinion of him.

So he decides to do the next smart thing: sneak it out.

Dropping the loot in his bag, John head straight for the exit, silently hoping Mrs. Harangue doesn't have an x-ray vision that could expose him. Thankfully, she doesn't have one, save for the spiteful glance she throws at him before going back to filing her papers.

Slipping past the double doors, John heave a sigh of relief. His library heist is successful. Man, the things he does for porn. This book better make it up to him, because last time he heard, the punishment for pilfering from the public library is a night in the slammers.

Unchaining his bike from the nearby stand, John starts to pedal home like a madman, eager for the solace of his bedroom. Soon, he arrives in front of a stately duplex. From the lack of illumination inside, John deduces his parents are out, and his sister along with them. The thought of his family's neglect saddens him a little, but he recovers pretty quickly. It happens almost everyday and there's no time to sulk when he's got work to do.

Work, in this context, translating to draining his ball to the thrill provided by his new acquirement in complete privacy. The thought of what's to come excites him as he flies up the stairs, heading straight for his room, but not before making a detour to grab a bottle of lube.

Immediately on getting to his room, the little blood remaining upstairs remind John of the necessary precautions to take before proceeding:

Locking the door...

In case his parents comes home and he's too _busy _to notice.

Releasing the curtains...

To wade off his nosey neighbours from catching a whiff of his 'business'.

And last but not least, keeping the tissues at arm's length...

He has gotten jizz on his bed before and it was such a pain to get the stain off the sheets.

That seems about everything. Kicking off his pants with a dopey grin, John retrieves the book and slips the first page open, which introduces a preamble:

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To whomever may hold this book, please don't just think of it as a means to polish your bishop, instead, keep an open mind, assimilate all it has to give, and your reward might be far greater than you ever imagine.

—

After comprehending the sentence, John's hand goes slack from around his dick, which throbs in disappointment at the gesture. This isn't what he's gunning for, but there's more to see:

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Though unbelievable at first, what is truly marvelous about this book is that it contains ancient techniques, techniques capable of ensnaring anyone you so ever choose. Now isn't that a knowledge worthy of being known?

—

In fact, all of John's body has gone slack now, in terms of wondering if he read right; techniques? Ensnaring? As in seduction of anyone he so ever chooses? This evening is turning out to be another thing entirely.