Otherworld Girlboss Pervert

After a tour of most of the building, Bailey took them to the magic section. Another golem, similar to the first but with a different mishmash of materials, guarded the open doorway and repeated a message to anyone who passed.

"Welcome to the Compendium of Magic. Entry requires a library card or the purchase of a day pass. Additional rules are posted on signs throughout this section. Violation may result in being banned from the Sybrarium, fines, or legal penalties."

"Jeez, that's a lot of rules."

Maple stared at a poster outside the Compendium. Most were common sense, and the sheer quantity made her skim through them, but one in particular stood out.

"Wait, casting magic isn't allowed? And you can't take the books with you...so how are you even supposed to learn anything?"

"Well, you'd memorize them here, and there are also rooms you can rent where casting is allowed. Most of the Sybrarium is free to use, but magic is risky and more expensive to maintain. Hrr. Two day-passes, please."

Bailey handed some coins to the golem, and got back two paper tickets with the Sybrarium's logo and the date on it. Maple dug into her pocket, where she'd brought a few coins of her own.

"How much is it? I'll—"

"Don't worry, I've got it. Here."

"Are you sure? You're always paying when we do things."

He held one out to her, and Maple reluctantly took it. She finally spotted the price on a sign. One silver, just to get in for the day. You could come and go as you pleased, but the Sybrarium closed around dusk most of the time. Bailey shook his head.

"It's fine. I like you, so..."

The silly gnoll. He liked her, but apparently not enough to fool around a little before coming here. Maple shrugged.

"If you say so, then. Thanks, Bailey."

Before Maple could take a step to follow him into the Compendium, two hands grabbed her from behind. With it came a barely muted voice.

"Maple! I knew I'd find you here today."

"Wha—hey, watch where you're grabbing. Jeez."

Maple pried the hands off her and turned to see Anemone. This time she wore a patchwork skirt that ended at her shins. Intricate designs and colors were stitched into most of the pieces making it up. Her shirt was a solid color, but revealed most of her shoulders and a sliver of stomach. A few woven bracelets added color to her arms.

The look suited her, and somehow matched her braided emerald hair. It looked like she'd just wandered off from some kind of hippie commune or festival, really. Maple squinted at her, already expecting some kind of debauchery. Being groped as a greeting exacerbated that suspicion.

"What made you think that? This is my first time coming here."

"Hehe, a witch has her ways."

Anemone's laugh was smug, and her answer explained nothing. She was a witch? Or a [Witch]? A certain tone came when speaking the name of a class or Skill. Come to think of it, she didn't know what Anemone's were. They hardly knew each other, and yet Anemone now held Maple's arm protectively while glaring at Bailey.

"Who's that?"

"Bailey. He's my friend, and I came here with him. So um, be nice? Sorry Bailey, this is Anemone. I don't know what she wants?"

Bailey cocked his head sideways, clearly confused. Maple felt bad for him, and slightly embarrassed by Anemone's behavior. Anemone clung to her arm with the possessiveness of a puppy, ready to nip at him if he tried anything. She spoke in a matter of fact manner, questioning only whether or not he understood.

"I see. I'm borrowing Maple for a few minutes, okay?"

"Hrr. Okay?"

Bailey gave Maple a look that asked if she was okay with this, or perhaps just begged for an explanation. Maple sighed.

"Um, yeah I'll be back I guess. Sorry."

"It's fine. I didn't think we'd be together the entire time here anyway. I'll be inside the Compendium if it won't take long."

Anemone impatiently dragged Maple by the arm, and Maple snapped at her.

"What are you doing here? If it's like yesterday—we're in a library."

"So? It will be like last time, so what's the problem? I need it, Maple."

Anemone met Maple's eyes. She had to look up slightly from being two inches shorter. There was too much desire in that gaze. Maple stared at the shelves of books they were passing, and quietly followed. They reached a table in an empty part of the library, and Anemone double checked their surroundings.

"This should do. Heh."

Her face was wild and full of lust. It was somewhat worrying, so Maple tried to slow things down.

"I like your skirt, by the way. It's really cute."

Maple almost wanted one herself. She took a seat next to Anemone, and examined some of the designs Anemone pointed out for her. A few sections looked like tie-dye.

"Thank you! This style is pretty common back home. But...you wanna know a secret?"

Maple nodded and felt her lean in until her lips were nearly touching her ear. She whispered.

"I don't have anything on underneath. Top too, but..."

Anemone shrugged as if that were normal. Maybe it was for some tops here, but now that Maple looked, she did see the vague outline of a nipple poking through where the fabric was taut.

"Jeez, you're such a—"

Anemone grabbed her hand and pulled her into a daydream that mimicked their surroundings. She cackled inside of it, and Maple couldn't tell if she really was some kind of witch—or just insane.

"Have you done this before? At the library?"

"Not yet, actually! It was on my list."

"...You have a list?"

Anemone nodded once, and Maple watched her lift her shirt up to expose her chest, and then spin in a circle while holding up the front of her skirt. This much had already been expected, but Maple's feelings were mixed. Should she really be encouraging these fantasies, especially when she kept indulging in them in places like this?

"Just a casual one. Like at a restaurant, the river, in the woods, somewhere up high, and on and on and on."

She spread her legs at Maple, and gave her a look that said she was going to make her participate in each item on that list. It was the cute smile of a deviant, attached to a hot half-elf body. This woman was going to get her into trouble one of these days.

"You're insane, but alright. [Gaze Detection]. We're stopping if anyone notices. And...you're not going to pee yourself again, are you?"

Maple cast it with prana just in case the rule about using magic extended throughout the whole library. She didn't think it did, but prana would be undetectable to all but succubi. That was risky for a different reason, but the spell was contained within her body and linked to Anemone through their interlocked hands. Someone would have to look pretty hard to notice it.

"It wasn't pee. It—it just comes out like that sometimes..."

"Whatever you say, pervert."

Anemone's expression went from affronted, to embarrassed, and then back to horny. She got off from embarrassment, Maple remembered. Should she try to embarrass her more? How did they even begin this one? It was a role that Maple had to play, and she wasn't positive of her place in it.

Anemone threw her clothes the floor. She posed with a hand on her hip, revealing everything to Maple. Maple obliged her lust for attention and slowly ran her gaze up her body.

What lovely curves. A drop of liquid was already leaking out, her clit and nipples already stiff and demanding attention. Anemone did a quick turn, and Maple realized that most of all, she wanted to give that perfect butt another red glow. Anemone was offering up all of her daydreamed self, anything Maple wanted—

No, she was demanding Maple take her. She made Maple's clothes vanish and reappear in her hand. She shifted from foot to foot with excited energy.

"If you want your clothes back, you'll have to catch me first!"

"Oh yeah?"

Maple stood up, naked as the day she was born. She liked this kind of game, of course. How funny that she'd just been in the opposite role with Thera. There was room for an actual chase now, however.

"Yeah!"

Anemone took a step, made sure Maple was going to play along, and then started running. She cackled as she ran, and that was how Maple found herself running naked through the daydreamed library.

Neither of them knew the Sybrarium that well, so areas were generated that didn't exist in reality. But Maple stared at that ass, and she chased. Her fingers brushed Anemone's shoulder, and she cried out before picking up speed.

To spice things up a little, Maple made a tentacle appear in front of Anemone and grab for her. It wrapped around her body, but then slid off as Anemone kept running through shelves of books.

"Eek, a tentacle! You weirdo!"

"You're the weirdo! No running naked in the library, pervert!"

It was like chasing a forest nymph or some other fantasy creature. Maple made a dozen more tentacles appear in front of her, and Anemone laughed and ran through, getting fondled by them all. Maple made sure none of them caught, however, and upped her speed. She spoke when she was a couple of feet behind.

"I've got you now!"

Anemone looked back wide-eyed, and as she did, Maple teleported in front of her.

"Where'd you—oof!"

Maple caught her in a tight embrace, and then manhandled her.

"Now you're getting it, you little pervert. What do you have to say for yourself? Hey wait, you don't even have my clothes anymore."

Anemone giggled as Maple bent her over a table and held her there.

"Oops. I think I dropped them—ah!"

The sound of a spank filled the daydreamed library. Then another. Anemone vaguely squirmed, but clearly wasn't trying to escape. Maple grinned with the thrill of catching her quarry.

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna apologize? I'm going to have to punish you for this."

"I'm sorry—mm—please punish me."

Maple watched her face. Such a lewd expression, and just from being spanked. More than that—Maple crouched and pulled one cheek to the side, making sure Anemone knew where she was looking.

"And you're awfully wet when this is supposed to be your punishment."

"Mm."

Anemone's face flushed red. She was dripping. Maple couldn't wait to toy with her—taste her, if only the daydream could simulate her actual taste.

"Are you embarrassed? You like that, right? Hmm, how about you spread yourself for me."

"Maple, that's too—"

"And call me mistress from now on."

Maple felt like cackling herself. She waited for Anemone's response, enjoying her squirming hesitation.

"Uh, okay. Mistress?"

Maple spanked her, and Anemone cried out. Her butt was raised slightly, just asking for it.

"You reply 'yes, Mistress' from now on, okay?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

Anemone clenched her eyes shut, clearly expecting to be spanked again. Instead, Maple gently rubbed her.

"Good girl. Now spread yourself for me."

"But that's—"

Spank. Anemone cried out again, and quickly corrected herself.

"I mean yes, Mistress."

She closed her eyes and slowly spread her lips apart, exposing her hole entirely. Wetter than a rain forest in there, Maple observed. Some uncertainty arose, however.

"Um, just let go of my hand if you actually didn't want to do anything. Or I guess we could have like a safeword, but I don't know. The safeword is 'safeword'?"

"Oh, it's fine. It's just a daydream, so do whatever you want."

Maple nodded, and after a few seconds spanked her again.

"Hahaha gotcha, you didn't say 'yes, Mistress'."

Maple couldn't help but giggle. The flow had already been interrupted, and it was too much like Simon Says. Anemone glared back at her, but kept herself spread.

"Yes, Mistr—Maple, this is silly. Just fuck me already."

"Jeez, so impatient. Fine, does your naughty pussy want my cock this time? Tell me how bad it wants it."

Maple pulled up a chair and ran finger down to Anemone's clit with a featherlight touch. Her hair was a lighter shade of green down here. Anemone wriggled, trying to make Maple touch her more.

"Yes—Mistress Maple. I'm so wet for you. I want you to pound me with your cock—my pussy wants it so bad—mhh."

Maple ran her tongue in a circle around her entrance.

"Hmm, is it embarrassing still? Maybe...touch yourself for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself, and I'll watch real close."

"Ugh, Maple."

Anemone didn't hesitate to go from spreading herself to masturbating. Maple wanted her to feel embarrassed by it.

"Look at you go with both hands, right here in the library. What a naughty pervert you are. Do you like that I'm watching? You're making so many lewd sounds for me."

"Mmf—gods, yes. I'm such a slut for you, Maple. Touch me, please."

Oh—the way she said 'you'. Was Maple's not-a-harem growing? That was unintended, but a little too late to stop. A really bad idea came over her.

"Mhm. You're my sexy slut. What if I..."

In reality, Maple carefully swapped which hand was holding Anemone's. Splitting her attention between it and the daydream was a little tricky, and—it was a bad idea. But [Gaze Detection] hadn't gone off so far, and the table would hide anything below. She placed a hand on Anemone's thigh. Anemone gasped in the daydream.

"Are you sure? No I mean—do it. Touch me for real. Mmh."

Maple's heart was going just from having a hand on her leg, before hiking her skirt up or anything. It was risky, and too risky with her attention split. She left it there, and formed a cock in the daydream.

"Maybe...not, actually. I'll give you this, though. Do you want it?"

She pressed the head against Anemone, transferring much wetness from only a touch. Anemone pushed her hips back against it, and the tip slipped in.

"Yes! Give it all to me. Give me your cock, Maple. Mistress."

Anemone desperately contracted around Maple. Each word pleaded for more. Maple firmly held her ass against the table and slowly slid deeper.

"Jeez, you're so tight and wet."

"Because—you made it so big."

Maple had. It wasn't a size she'd want in reality, but in a daydream? Anemone seemed to like it, so Maple continued the slow plunge.

"Should I go slow, then?"

"N-no, fuck me fast. Hard—"

She gasped, rubbing her clit furiously. Maple grabbed her wrists and held them by her ass.

"Alright, but no more of that. You're not allowed to cum before me this time."

So saying, she jammed the rest of her cock as deep as it'd go.

"Oka—ahhh. Yes, harder. I love it."

Maple pulled hard on Anemone's wrists with each thrust. Anemone's back arched, and her pussy clamped down every time Maple pulled back. It didn't want to let her go. Maple considered adding a librarian to shame Anemone, but she wanted to cum herself this time.

In the real library, Maple stroked Anemone's thigh through her skirt. If it added much to her pleasure, Maple didn't know, but Anemone moved her hand over her mouth.

Sensations within Anemone's daydream Skill were duller than reality, but Maple felt like she was getting close. Anemone struggled to speak inside the daydream.

"Maple—I can't, take much more. Ahh—"

"Hey, not yet."

Maple quickened her pace, a lewd slapping sound coming with every thrust. She let go of one of Anemone's wrists and played with her own nipple in the daydream. She was so close, but—

"Maple, I'm gonna—mmm."

"Not yet, I said. Jeez. [Telepathic Orgasms]."

The shared pleasure helped, but Maple was too far from the tipping point. Anemone moaned in the daydream, and shuddered in reality.

"Maple—wait. Wait, I'm already—"

Maple went even harder, desperate to make herself cum. Anemone's pussy convulsed around her cock, and her [Telepathic Orgasm] felt amazing—it was reaching a new height when Anemone cried out in the daydream again.

"Wait—oh no, not again."

She yanked her hand free, and stood on trembling legs. Maple felt two spurts through the [Telepathic Orgasm]. She met Anemone's glossy eyes and saw a distressed frown mixed with ecstasy.

Maple watched and felt the second orgasm play out with a lewd smile. Anemone's body shook, and she steadied herself with one hand on the table. Her other hand covered her mouth as she tried to cum in the library undetected.

She'd wet herself again, squirted or whatever, and was embarrassed by that. She got off from embarrassment. Her nipples were extremely visible through her shirt, and the waves of pleasure felt amazing. It was one of the hottest things Maple had ever watched, and she tried to communicate that to Anemone with her expression.

It made her want to take her right there—or drag her off to the restroom. Could they get away with it? She knew those were terrible ideas, and forced herself only to watch.

Anemone's head cleared enough to stand on her own. She panted with a flushed face, and met Maple's eyes one final time. She tried to speak with some semblance of dignity.

"U-until next time!"

Anemone turned and fled. Maple watched her go, and spotted the large damp spot on her skirt. Anemone blasting off again, I guess. What a pervert.

Maple chuckled to herself. Then sighed. That was the second time she'd left before Maple could get off. She could follow her; she even knew where she lived. And then they'd—don't think about it.

Bailey was waiting for her, and her body would convert the prana faster if she didn't fuel it with thoughts. Now she just needed to calm down—and god, that had been close. Lili would have gotten a kick out of it, for sure.

She'd barely resisted touching Anemone in reality. In a public library. That girl was going to get her into so much trouble. But...they hadn't been caught. No one was around still. Maple's hand wandered down between her legs. She pressed a finger to her—

"Maple? Is everything alright?"

Her [Gaze Detection] went off at the same time as the voice sounded. She jumped, and stammered an affirmative. Her face grew hot, as she turned to see Bailey.

"I saw Anemone running out, and...what was all of that about anyway?"

"Um. Nothing, she just wanted help with something. A-and then her stomach hurt so she left. Anyway, we're done now. Let's go back to the Compendium?"

Bailey sniffed a couple times, and cocked his head. His mouth opened, but then he shrugged.

"Hrr, alright. Sure."

Blessedly, he did not ask any more questions.