The heavy oak doors of the library were still vibrating from the force of Ren's entrance.
"Duel of Silence?" Rito repeated, standing up and brushing dust off his trousers. He glanced down at Haruna, who was still on the floor, hugging her knees. Her face was a mixture of shock from the interruption and a deep, lingering flush from their near-kiss just seconds ago.
Ren marched forward, his shinai raised high. He was in his male form, wearing his school uniform with the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms, his hot pink eyes blazing with a strange mix of fury and caution.
"Yes!" Ren hissed, lowering his volume to an intense, stage-whisper shout that sprayed spit. "Kotegawa-san is patrolling the hallway! If we make noise, we get suspended again! So, we will settle this like men... quietly!"
He pointed the bamboo tip at Rito's chest. "If I win, you denounce your Harem Plan! You admit that having my sister and Princess Lala is already too much for a shameless pervert like you!"
Rito sighed, cracking his neck. He could feel the adrenaline from the near-intimacy with Haruna fading, replaced by a dull, throbbing annoyance. 'He really doesn't give up. Wasn't he supposed to have character-development? When was it going to happen again…?'
"Ren, we're in a library. And Sairenji is right there." Rito said, stepping in front of the girl on the floor. "Can't we do this later? Outside?"
"No! The atmosphere is perfect for a stealth battle! A test of control!"
Ren lunged.
It was a thrust aimed right at Rito's midsection, fast and sharp. In the old days, the "canon" days, Rito would have panicked, tripped over his own feet, and probably pulled a bookshelf down on himself.
But this Rito simply watched the tip of the bamboo sword. He shifted his weight.
Whoosh.
Rito sidestepped the thrust with a fluid motion, the wood slicing through empty air inches from his ribs.
"Sairenji, stay back." Rito said calmly, not taking his eyes off Ren.
"Y-Yuuki-kun, be careful!" she squeaked, scrambling backward toward the reference section.
Ren growled, spinning for a horizontal slash. "Stop dodging! Fight me, you coward!"
Rito didn't dodge this time. He raised his hands.
Smack.
He caught the bamboo blade between his bare palms, stopping the strike dead. The impact echoed with a dull, heavy thud. Ren's eyes widened. He pulled, but the sword didn't move. Rito's grip, strengthened by hundreds of push-ups and Lala's gravity training, was iron.
"I'm not fighting you here, Ren." Rito said, his voice low and firm. "You're going to break something."
"The only thing breaking is your resolve!" Ren roared (quietly), wrenching the sword free with a grunt of effort and swinging wild.
He missed Rito completely.
The tip of the shinai, carried by Ren's uncontrolled momentum, slammed hard into the support bracket of a massive, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf dedicated to Encyclopedia Britannica.
CRACK.
The wood splintered. The heavy shelf groaned.
Time seemed to slow down. The shelf tilted, the heavy volumes shifting with a terrifying shhh-thump sound.
Rito looked up. The shadow of the falling shelf was descending. Not on him. Not on Ren.
It was falling directly toward where Haruna was crouching.
"SAIRENJI!"
Rito didn't think. He didn't calculate. He abandoned the fight instantly. His legs, powered by those twenty laps a day, exploded into motion. He dove.
He tackled her.
He grabbed Haruna by the waist, pulling her tight against his chest, and twisted his body in mid-air, throwing himself into the narrow corner gap between the wall and a sturdy steel archive cabinet.
CRASH! BOOM! CRUNCH!
The bookshelf slammed into the ground exactly where she had been sitting a split-second before. Books exploded outward like shrapnel.
Then, like a domino effect, the impact shook the neighboring shelf.
CRASH!
A second shelf toppled over, collapsing against the archive cabinet and the wall, effectively sealing the opening of the alcove.
Dust billowed in the sudden darkness. Books rained down on the metal cabinet above them like heavy hail.
Then, silence returned to the library.
"Oh... oh no." came Ren's panicked, trembling whisper from outside the wall of fallen literature. "Yuuki Rito? Sister-in-law's friend?"
Inside the alcove, it was pitch black. And it was incredibly, impossibly tight.
Rito was pinned with his back against the cold wall. Haruna was pressed flush against him, her body wedged between his spread legs, her face buried in his chest. The space was so small they couldn't even move their arms freely.
"Haruna?" Rito whispered, his voice tight, breathless from the impact. "Are you okay?"
"I... I think so…" came the muffled reply against his shirt. She was trembling like a leaf.
She shifted, trying to find her footing in the dark.
The space was so cramped that her movement wasn't just a shift; it was a full-body grind. Her hips rolled against his pelvis. Her soft stomach pressed into his. Her thighs, bare between the top of her socks and the hiked-up hem of her skirt, slid directly against the fabric of his uniform trousers.
And Rito... Rito was in trouble.
The adrenaline of the rescue. The lingering, unresolved arousal from their moment on the floor just minutes ago. And now, the sudden, overwhelming sensation of Sairenji, warm, soft, and smelling of fear and vanilla, pressed into every inch of his front.
His body reacted instantly. Violent, undeniable, and "honest".
His cock surged to life, trapped in the tight space between them. It expanded rapidly, the thick, 9-inch shaft filling the centimeter of space between his zipper and her stomach, turning into a rock-hard bar of heat that pressed insistently into her soft lower belly.
"Ah..." Haruna gasped, her body freezing as she felt the sudden, hard intrusion growing against her womb.
…
The darkness inside the alcove was absolute, heavy, and hot.
"Ah..." Haruna gasped, her body freezing as she felt the sudden, hard intrusion growing against her womb.
She didn't need light to know what it was. The sensation was unmistakable. Through the fabric of Rito's school trousers and the thin cotton of her own underwear, a thick, solid ridge of heat was expanding, pressing insistently into the soft curve of her lower belly.
It was massive. Even through the clothes, the sheer scale of it was terrifyingly impressive, the head of it digging into her stomach while the base seemed to root firmly against her pelvis.
"S-Sairenji..." Rito's voice was a ragged whisper in the dark, his breath hot against her ear. "I... I can't move back. The wall..."
"I-It's okay..." Haruna whispered back, though her voice was trembling. "It's... cramped."
She tried to shift her weight to relieve the pressure, but the movement was a mistake. As she lifted her hips, she lost her footing in the debris of fallen books. She slid down.
Squelch.
The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric was amplified in the small space. Haruna slid down Rito's thigh, her crotch grinding slowly, agonizingly, all the way down the length of his erection before settling back onto his lap.
Rito hissed through his teeth, his head thumping back against the metal cabinet. "Ugh...!"
The friction was electric. The "honest" libido that Rito had been embracing lately roared to life, stripping away his restraint. He didn't try to pull away. Instead, his hands, which were pinned at his sides, moved to her waist, holding her steady.
"Sairenji," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, raw tone that made Haruna's knees weak. "You have to stop moving. Or I... I won't be able to hold back."
Haruna bit her lip in the dark. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She knew she should be scared. She knew she should be angry. But all she felt was a heavy, pooling heat low in her stomach.
'This is Yuuki-kun.' she thought, her mind hazy. 'He's holding me. He's... reacting to me.'
And then she felt the wetness.
Rito's excitement had reached a boiling point. A substantial amount of pre-cum had leaked, soaking through his underwear and his trousers. Haruna felt a damp, searing heat spread against her stomach and the front of her panties.
It was a shocking, intimate realization. 'He's... he's leaking. Because of me.'
"Y-Yuuki-kun..." she breathed, her hands clutching his shirt. "You're... leaking."
"I told you…" Rito whispered, his hips bucking involuntarily, driving the hard ridge deeper into her softness. "It's because it's you. Being this close... trapped like this... I can't stop it."
Outside the wall of books, Ren's panicked voice cut through their private world.
"Sister-in-law's friend! Yuuki Rito! Are you crushed?! I—I am lifting it! Prepare yourselves!"
There was a grinding of wood and metal as Ren applied his alien strength to the wreckage.
Inside, the sudden noise startled Haruna. She jerked. Her hips ground against Rito one last, violent time. The damp spot on his trousers rubbed directly against her sensitive spot through her clothes.
"Ahn~!"
A soft, sweet moan slipped from her lips.
Rito groaned, his control snapping. He pressed his hips forward, pinning her against him, letting her feel every inch of his hardness, claiming her in the darkness even without skin-to-skin contact. For a second, they weren't librarian and student; they were just a boy and a girl, entangled in heat and desire.
Then, the world turned white.
CRASH!
Ren heaved the second bookshelf aside with a roar, throwing it clear across the library.
Light flooded the alcove.
Haruna blinked, blinded. The cool air of the library hit her flushed skin.
Ren stood panting, covered in dust. "I did it! I have saved—"
He froze.
The scene before him was damning.
Rito was slumped against the wall, his face flushed, his hair messy. But the most prominent feature was the aggressive, undeniable tent in his trousers, darkened by a wet patch at the tip, that was visibly throbbing in the open air.
Haruna was practically sitting on him. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips, her blouse was unbuttoned at the top from the struggle, and her face was a mask of pure, devastating arousal. Her legs were spread, straddling Rito's damp crotch.
It looked exactly like they had been interrupted in the middle of something forbidden.
"W-W-What..." Ren stammered, his face turning purple. "I... I trapped you in a... a lust dungeon?!"
Haruna gasped, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She scrambled off Rito, her hands flying to fix her skirt, but her legs were shaking so badly she almost fell again.
"I... I have to go!"
She didn't look at Rito. She couldn't. She grabbed her bag and bolted, running out of the library as fast as her legs could carry her.
But just before she turned the corner, she glanced back.
It wasn't a glare of hatred. Her eyes were wide, glistening, and filled with a terrified, desperate longing.
Rito watched her go, his chest heaving, the damp spot on his pants cooling uncomfortably. He slowly stood up, wincing as he adjusted himself.
He turned to Ren, who looked like he wanted to commit seppuku with his bamboo sword.
"Ren…" Rito said, his voice calm but heavy.
"I... I have failed as a man!" Ren wailed. "I exposed an innocent girl to your... your beastly nature!"
Rito patted Ren on the shoulder. A small, "honest" smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Actually, Ren," Rito said. "Thanks to you... I think we just made some progress."
Ren stared at him in horror. "WHAT?!"
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