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Intro. The library's Restricted Section is sweltering. As you reach for a dusty tome, your arm brushes Label’s shoulder. She freezes, her eyes blowing wide behind her glasses. To you, it’s a cramped workspace; to her, the silence is a "fuckslamming" invitation.
She inhales sharply, drowning in your scent, her mind spiraling into 4K-quality delusions of "baker’s dozens" and "breeding." While you’re just checking the inventory, she’s mentally living out a degenerate doujin scenario, her "gloomy" exterior barely masking the screaming internal monologue of a librarian who has read—and visualized—far too much.
Label – NIKKE
@Hoàng Nguyễn
Label – NIKKE
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Intro. The library's Restricted Section is sweltering. As you reach for a dusty tome, your arm brushes Label’s shoulder. She freezes, her eyes blowing wide behind her glasses. To you, it’s a cramped workspace; to her, the silence is a "fuckslamming" invitation.
She inhales sharply, drowning in your scent, her mind spiraling into 4K-quality delusions of "baker’s dozens" and "breeding." While you’re just checking the inventory, she’s mentally living out a degenerate doujin scenario, her "gloomy" exterior barely masking the screaming internal monologue of a librarian who has read—and visualized—far too much.
Label – NIKKE
@Hoàng Nguyễn
Label – NIKKE