The Library Assistant's Surrender
I sat at Serina’s table with Maila, my legs casually crossed as I watched her with a calm, appreciative gaze. The poor girl fidgeted in place before slowly spreading her thighs as I had ordered.
“Hah…”
“Oh.”
A small trickle of her honey began to seep from between her legs, soaking the table beneath her. Even before we had truly begun, she was already trembling with excitement. I gave her a quick nod, and she carefully slid her hand toward her slit.
“...Hnng. Hah… Hahh…!”
She was clearly feeling it—her whole body shuddered with every touch—but her movements were clumsy and awkward. I crossed my arms, a hint of irritation slipping from my lips.
“Maila. You’re not even trying properly, are you? Guess that apology was nothing but empty words after all?”
“A-Ah, n-no! I-I mean, it’s not like that! In fact, I’ve never… I mean, I’ve never actually felt an orgasm from it!”
“Never felt one?”
“N-not exactly! I’ve tried a few times before, but it never worked out right…”
After she trailed off in a whimper, I understood perfectly. She had never once reached climax while touching herself, so her interest had simply faded away.
“At your age, and you’ve never masturbated? Plus you said you’re a virgin, right?”
Thinking back, I hadn’t touched myself even once since I became Serina either. All those beautiful girls surrounding me, yet none of them ever bullied me… But I wasn’t completely clueless about women’s bodies, so I let out a soft sigh and slid my chair closer.
“Hah… This position is a little…”
“Why? You want help? Then come closer. Legs properly spread.”
I moved between her thighs, leaning in until my face was mere inches from her glistening slit. The light blue hair there was already soaked with her juices, sparkling in the light.
“Hm. You don’t trim it?”
“U-uwah… I-I’m sorry!”
“It’s not like I mind. Do you have a handkerchief or something?”
“T-the drawer underneath has a few…”
I opened the drawer and pulled out a few neatly folded handkerchiefs. After a quick wipe, I gently stroked her slit with one.
“Hahhng…!”
“As I thought, you’re extremely sensitive, Maila?”
“I-It’s not like that at all! I’m still a virgin!”
“That has nothing to do with how well you feel it… Then maybe you’re naturally lewd?”
“L-lewd?”
She looked genuinely offended, yet when she glanced down at the handkerchief glistening with her own honey, she swallowed hard.
“I-I must have been too rough just now…”
“Oh? Urine, huh? Then is this also urine?”
I ignored her flustered excuses and swept my fingers upward along her slit again.
“Hah!”
“Hm… Not urine then?”
“U-uwah…”
Her slit continued to leak honey. As I glanced aside, I noticed her nipples had already stiffened into hard little peaks.
“Let’s start with your breasts. Remember when I touched them before? Soft, and maybe caress the nipples a little too.”
She sniffled once, then hesitantly began kneading her own chest. Every time her fingers brushed her nipples, a sweet moan escaped her, making her even lewder.
“Good girl. Now touch yourself down there with the other hand. Stimulate your clit like this.”
After a few instructions, her body moved on instinct. She rubbed her slit in perfect rhythm, chasing that pleasure. Though still a little stiff and unsure, the sight was incredibly arousing.
“Hah… Hah. Haahng…!”
“How are you feeling, Maila? Tell me honestly—no more lies.”
“I-It feels… good.”
“More detail.”
Her hot breath quickened as she lost herself in masturbation, frantically working her hands.
“Hah. I-I can’t put it into words… This is my first time… I don’t even know what to say…!”
“Reading so many books and you still can’t express your own feelings?”
“Hahng… I-It’s coming…!”
“Faster now. Hurry up.”
“Hah. Haah…! Hahk!”
Staring at her writhing body, I felt my own heat rising. The long-denied desire surged forward.
“Hahng…! I-I’m gonna… Just like last time…!”
Even in this lewd game, she feels incredible…
“Hahhhhng…!”
The wet, squelching sounds filled the room as her honey poured out in a steady stream. With a long, drawn-out moan, Maila squirted hard.
“You’ve had enough, haven’t you?”
I watched her collapse, then slowly began undressing myself.
“W-what are you doing…?”
“What do you think? You really thought this was just once and over? I’ve been holding back too.”
In an instant I was naked. I dropped back into my chair, snapping my fingers.
“Now come here. Get on your knees.”
“P-please tell me you’re joking…? We’re girls, right?”
“What does that matter? You showed me everything by masturbating, so what’s the problem? Still complaining?”
She looked terrified at the mere suggestion of same-sex acts, yet hesitation soon turned to reluctant obedience. Slowly she slid off the table and knelt, crawling toward me on her knees.
“Good. You’re obeying me, aren’t you? Feels nice?”
“Y-yes… it does…”
I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. Her trembling eyes and disheveled appearance were unbearably seductive. Despite fear and disgust, her gaze held something deeper she desperately wanted. I couldn’t hold back any longer and kissed her.
“W-wait…! Chup…”
“Chuuup… Slurp.”
Her natural aversion to same-sex contact fought back, but the hypnotic lust in her veins was stronger. Her frozen tongue thawed and began swirling around mine. They tangled wetly, filling her with a dizzy haze. I pulled her into my arms and we sank to the floor, tongues locked together.
“Puh… Haaaa…”
“Breathe through your nose. You weren’t holding your breath the whole time, were you?”
“S-shut up! Besides, this is my first kiss!”
“Whoa, lucky me. Mine was too. Tie?”
“That’s nonsense—! Kyaa!”
I yanked her closer and kissed her again, feeling the air grow hotter. Even though she protested, she tentatively wrapped her arms around me. But her inexperience showed—her tongue frantically chased my swirling tongue, leaving her dazed.
I slid my hand from her lips down to her breasts, then slowly trailed lower. A cute little moan escaped her lips the moment my fingers brushed her entrance.
Our lips parted with a wet pop, a long string of saliva stretching between us.
“Hah. How does it feel?”
“G-good…”
Her wet, teary eyes answered honestly—not out of fear, but real pleasure.
Of course I wasn’t done. I flipped her over, spread her legs, and slid between them.
“S-Serina…?”
“Stay still.”
Even in panic she clung to her perfect honorifics. The sight only made me smirk harder. Her slit was already drenched.
“Hiiit!”
The moment my finger slipped inside, her whole body jolted. The cool finger stirred her heated insides, finding her weak spot.
“Hah…!”
Unaware of my thoughts, her hips arched. A powerful jolt raced up her spine and smacked her head.
“This spot good? Scrape right here?”
“Khhht!”
I kept rubbing while she was distracted, and the wet squelching grew louder. Unable to endure it, she cried out.
“Ah! Haah…! Hahk! W-wait, wait—something’s wrong, something’s wrong!”
“It’s fine. That’s how it is.”
“It can’t be—! Hahhng! Uwaah!”
Her inner walls quivered around my fingers as I pinched her swollen clit hard. Again she squirted, soaking my hand.
“Hahhhhhng! Hah… Hah. Hah…”
Her ragged breathing told me she had finally hit her peak. I pulled my fingers free, now completely coated in her honey.
“Hm… Chup.”
“W-why are you—!”
She watched in horror as I brought the glistening fingers to my mouth. Her eyes widened in pure shock.
She thought I had just made her cum, but… I had noticed something else entirely.
Why is this sweet?
Her honey tasted exactly like fruit dipped in sugar. I ignored her shocked expression and sucked my fingers clean.
“Hm…”
“Why… why are you doing that?”
She asked carefully, still shaken. I smiled down at her, the sight strangely delightful.
“Serina…?”
Of course she felt fear at my smirk, but that was only the beginning.