Library of Reminders

My Story Time:

OMG, bestie, buckle up because this story is about to be extra AF. So there I was, Liu Mei, being a “good girl” in the library’s restricted section, pretending to research like the nerdy simp I am, when Yao Hao—AKA Daddy—strolled in like he owned the place (which, low-key, he kinda does). His drip was immaculate, all tailored suit and that look that had me clenching my thighs like, “Sir, this is a library.”

He cornered me between the stacks, his big-ass hands pinning my wrists against the shelves, and growled, “Who said you could breathe without permission?” Big yikes, but also… yes, Daddy? His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so hard I gasped, and his lips were on my neck, biting just enough to make me whimper. “Quiet,” he ordered, and oof, the way my pussy throbbed—no cap.

Then SMACK—his palm stung my ass so loud I was like, Sheesh, the librarians gonna hear! But he didn’t care. He shoved my skirt up, fingers sliding into my soaked panties, and ripped them off like they offended him. “Spread,” he demanded, and when I hesitated? Chokehold. His grip on my throat made my vision blur as his cock shoved into me from behind, rough, no lube, just spit and my slick. The sounds? Disgusting. Me moaning, him grunting, the shelves rattling—iconic villain behavior.

He fucked me like I was his property (I am), spanking me red while whispering filth: “Take it, good girl. You’re mine.” And when I came, screaming into his hand? He came deep inside, marking me like the boujee dom he is. Period. Slay. 10/10 would get manhandled in the Dewey Decimal system again.