The morning light filtered through the bedroom window as Alex woke up and stretched in bed. His muscles stayed loose from yesterday's date with Anna. The room felt quiet, a couple of cats fighting outside and birds chirping overhead.
He checked his phone. The group chat had stayed silent overnight, except for Lily's message: "Math tomorrow. Don't ditch us, nerd!".
Liza purred from the back of his mind. 'Morning, handsome! You shouldn't check your phone as the first thing in the morning~ Unless you're planning to rub one off~'
"Good morning, Liza" Alex ignored her filthy giggles, but smiled back. He stood up quickly for a hot shower. He pulled on jeans and a black sweater, then went down to have the breakfast his mom left for him.
They barely ate together anymore. She was always working to support them. But he did his best to keep good grades.
'Here's my rent money, hehehe~' The succubus was helping so much too. With her magic, a bunch of high note bills formed in his palm as he ate breakfast. He was saving up a lot already, but he "worked hard" for it.
Classes dragged at first. The lecture hall was filled with stuffy air as the professor droned through equations. Classmates yawned over half-written notes while the clock ticked louder. Alex watched students rush along campus paths through the window.
He kept his focus up front, crimson eyes scanning the board as his pen scratched neat lines across his notebook. His thoughts drifted to Anna—her flirty laughs, the way her slender waist twisted during poses, her enormous tits bouncing as she moved.
Recently, he had been having too many filthy thoughts.
During the short break, he grabbed black coffee and a sandwich from the cafeteria, then sat at a corner table. His phone buzzed once, then twice; he ignored it.
He just felt overwhelmed and also awkward about the amount of messages.
The next class was a practical lab. Partners paired off, chatting noisily as equipment clunked around. The instructor circled the room, checking setups one by one. Time crawled by.
An empty hour finally opened up. No familiar faces were around as he got out of class. So he headed to the library. His favorite corner might be free for chilling.
'Uhm~ I hope the library girl is there' Liza prayed. She wasn't ready to spend a boring hour there.
Gravel crunched under his steady steps.
He pushed open the library doors. Cool air hit him, mixed with the scent of aged paper and polish. Tall shelves lined the space, pages whispering faintly in the distance. Overhead lights cast a golden glow.
Erin sat at the front desk in her uniform—blouse and skirt hugging her plump figure. Her huge tits strained the buttons, cleavage peeking through the gap. Thick thighs crossed as she leaned on the desk. Short purple hair framed her face, tied with a small bow. Blue eyes stayed fixed on her work.
But she wasn't alone.
A skinny boy with glasses hovered nearby, helping but standing too close to her side. His messy hair stuck out wildly; his shirt tucked in too tight around his narrow frame.
He fumbled a stack of books, his hand brushing hers as he "accidentally" let his fingers linger. A nervous laugh escaped in a high-pitched stutter. "Th-this stack from the fantasy section? Let me carry the heavy ones—you shouldn't strain yourself... I-Imean!" His eyes locked on the curve of her tits, tracing the swell with barely concealed hunger.
He seemed to have a crush on her.
Inside, the boy's pulse hammered in his ears. 'I volunteer every shift just to see her—those moments when she tucks her hair or leans forward. Months of stares from the shelves... fantasies of coffee dates, her laughing at my recommendations. Today I edge closer, arm grazing hers. She smiled last time—real chance. Don't screw up, say something smooth...!'
Erin shifted slightly, her body angling away. Her tits jiggled with the motion; thighs pressed firmer against the desk edge. She offered a small, polite smile, eyes distant. "Thank you..."
Sweat prickled his forehead, glasses starting to fog. His throat tightened as words tumbled out faster. "Y-you look really cute today, Erin—uniform fits perfectly. C-coffee after shift? My treat... w-we could talk about books, fantasy... or anything?" He leaned in, breath shallow, hands clammy on the book stack.
"That's kind of you..." she replied softly, cheeks tinting pink as she stared at her hands. "But shift's long today... sorry."
His stomach twisted, a cold knot forming, but desperation clawed at him. They hadn't felt the presence of Alex yet.
He swallowed hard, his voice cracking higher. "C-come on—just friends! I l-love books too—r-recommend fantasy? Or l-lunch tomorrow?"
'Please don't shut me down. Practiced this. She's single, right? One yes changes everything!'
He seemed so desperate and needed to be stopped from being too annoying.
Alex approached the desk, footsteps measured, his tall frame cutting through the quiet like a shadow. From ten feet away, he clocked the boy—too close, hands lingering, eyes devouring Erin's curves and admiring her beauty. Unacceptable.
A flicker of heat stirred in Alex's chest, hidden behind his calm mask. Crimson eyes narrowed a fraction; jaw clenched subtly.
'This nerd touching your girl? Poaching what's yours?' The succubus nodded in agreement.
Visions of the boy's clumsy fingers on her skin made his pulse quicken. He could see Erin's rejection of him, but the nerdy boy was persisting.
"Huh?.."
The boy glanced up first, eyes widening at Alex's approach. He froze mid-motion, book slipping in his grip. Recognition hit like ice water; this guy towered with quiet menace.
Hands shook as he shoved glasses up, sweat slicking palms. Face drained pale; heart slammed erratic. 'Shit, who's this? Tall, built, and handsome. Ah... Erin's not even looking at me...' Jealousy stabbed—a raw twist as hope shattered. He shot Erin a pleading glance, body rigid, and feet glued.
Erin's eyes snapped to Alex, widening softly with shy adoration. Cheeks flushed deeper; breath caught, tits rising on a quick inhale. "M-Mas—... A-Alex?" Her voice quivered tiny and soft, barely audible. "Y-you're... here early? Sh-shift was quiet... l-lonely without you♡..."
The rejection hit like a gut punch. The boy cleared his throat—loud, ragged—dropping the book with a thud that echoed. Heat burned his face; sweat beaded on his brow. Stammering: "U-uh!?... h-hi, tall guy. J-just helping Erin—volunteer stuff. Sh-she's great... smart and... nice"
Alex rested a hand on the desk near Erin, fingers splayed close to hers—a silent claim. His gaze met the boy's: cool, flat, edged with ice. Inside, jealousy burned hotter. "Thanks. I'll take it from here. She doesn't need your help."
Glasses fogged thicker; the boy blinked hard, legs wobbling as he stepped back. Chest heaved; breaths came panicked. "O-okay... s-sure. S-See you later?..."
"Thank you. Goodbye" Erin whispered, eyes glued to Alex, timid fingers twisting her skirt hem.
Defeat crashed down. Shoulders slumped; steps dragged, hall swallowing his shuffle.
Erin's blush spread as she edged closer over the desk, tits pressing forward shyly. "M-missed you... s-so much. Lonely here. Th-that boy... k-kept hovering and annoying. I w-wish it was you instead..."
Alex's faint nod hid the annoyance cooling to satisfaction. His hand brushed her lower back—possessive, wordless. After a beat, gruff and low: "You're mine."
She let out a tiny, happy whimper, slipping around the desk. Thighs jiggled softly; tits bounced; butt swayed under her pleated skirt.
Alex nodded and walked away to his favorite spot. Full knowing that Erin would follow him after.
In the hidden corner, the worn couch waited under a glowing lamp. Books lay scattered; air carried her vanilla scent.
Erin followed shortly. She pressed herself timidly against him. Huge soft tits squished his chest; thighs straddled his lap hesitantly as her butt ground down slow, feeling him harden.
"M-Master♡? Touch me more." Voice a shy plea.
His hands gripped her doughy ass cheeks, fingers sinking firm as he pulled her into harder grinds. Awkward pause, then flat: "Mine. Good puppy."
She moaned faintly, eyes flickering pink hearts. Milkers smothered him; belly pressed soft into his. She wrapped her arms around him. "Y-yes♡... only yours forever♡."
She ground rhythmically, fumbling her blouse open to free her tits. Nipples hardened; thighs squeezed tentative. Buttocks spilling out in his hands.
His mouth latched a nipple, sucking quiet while tongue swirled, teeth grazing lightly then aggressively. Hand slapped her ass—sharp spank noises and flesh rippling in beautiful waves. Her body was responding passionately.
Fingers teased her wet pussy through panties, circling her clit deliberate. Then more aggressive touches, fingers trying to pierce through the fabric and roughly plow her insides.
"M-Master♡! M-more... p-please♡ Ahhh!".
She shed her shirt fully. His hands kneaded her tits, pinching and pulling nipples roughly. More slaps marked her ass red. The skirt was barely hiding anything as she sat on his lap.
"M-mark me... s-so everyone knows... I'm your puppy♡"
Grinding quickened; panties soaked, and juices dripping down her thigh. Alex wasn't planning to play with his obedient library girl, but seeing another guy roaming around her made him want to mark her.
Erin was bonded to him. Completely belonged to him and he had to make everyone know it by heart.
He pulled panties aside, fingers thrusting deep. Walls clenched; he curled to her spot. She came with a muffled cry, body trembling, squirting hot into her panties. Tits heaved; eyes rolled filled with tiny pulsing hearts.
"Ahhhhhh~♡ Th-thank you... M-Master♡..."
She curled against him, tits pillowing his chest, ass cupped in his hand, thighs draped over his leg. She panted and huffed as she hid her face into his chest, but still squeezed and pushed down her big soft buttocks on his crotch. Moving and grinding them around his hard cock.
His fingers stroked her hair once. "Good puppy."
Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the air from the front desk intercom. "Erin! I need the keys for the archive room!" The old lady supervisor's tone brooked no argument.
Erin jolted upright, eyes wide with timid panic. She scrambled off his lap, yanking her blouse closed with shaky fingers, skirt twisted haphazardly. "M-Master... I-I have to go... s-sorry!" A quick, flustered peck on his cheek, then she darted out, not even fully buttoned.
Alex sat back, cock hot and throbbing painfully against his jeans. His eyes locked on her rounded big ass bouncing wildly under the tight skirt as she sprinted away—plump cheeks jiggling with each frantic step down the hall.
'You need to go rough on her after she left you suffering alone~' Liza fed more lust into his head and body.