The Lord of the Library

Chapter Thirty-Five

This mystery person didn't just throw hentai of the basketball team and Crescent at him, they didn't show mercy to any of of any of their classes.

First period, Palette found a drawing of him and Goth. They seemed to be cuddling in a blanket, and Goth seemed to be coughing up a thick white substance, presumably cum, and Palette was giving a nervous laugh. It wasn't that graphic, but Palette didn't know why someone would draw him and his little lover cuddling naked. Not that it hasn't happened before, but people shouldn't draw it!

Second period, Gradient found one of him and Vux. He blushed brightly, seeing  it, and shoved it in his pocket. Vux was licking Gradient's chest, cleaning him of the white cum. It gave him ideas, even though he shouldn't think that way towards Vux. He's so precious!

Third period, Goth got a much more provocative drawing. He felt he wasn't that small, but he did think he and Pal could try that position. It was doggie-style, with Goth's ass in the air and Palette stood, kinda bent over. Palette was groping Goth's ass, looking like he was just pounding into Goth. And little Goth's face looked like it was overwhelmed with pleasure as he was humped and wrecked. Goth actually wanted that. Great, now he was getting horny imagining Palette actually doing what he did in this drawer.

Fourth period, Lux got one for herself. It was with Bell, even though she thought she hid her feelings pretty well. It was 'futa' which was an odd hentai, in her eyes. Lux knew she didn't have a dick,  so the fact she was drawn with one was kinda insulting. But if she did, she would love to use it on Bell. Her legs were wide open as Lux seemed to be thrusting into her roughly and groped her breasts. Not that Lux would absolutely adore to touch Bell's body, like groping her breasts and licking her neck.

Fifth period, Crescent got another drawing. It was only Starcross, chaining Crescent up with those sexual knots and ropes all over his body, and Crescent had that hentai-orgasm face. He decided this was going to become normal, just shoving the paper into his pocket. He would get some fuck once Starcross got home from practice.

Sixth period, PJ found it inside of his desk. He blushed, his face basically glowing with pink. It was such an inappropriate drawing of PJ, being handcuffed to what seemed to be a bed frame and a leash being pulled. His hair was even messier than it usually would be, but it got that way when Fresh fucked him. PJ looked to have been newly creampied, covered in more cum. It was weird, but PJ couldn't tell if it was all Fresh's or his own.

Basically, the entire day, this mystery artist gave these poor students hentai drawings of themselves.

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Fresh dribbled the ball as he waited for Error to start practice already. He held in his groan as Bunny, dressed in her slutty cheer practice, strutted closer. He didn't care for her, PJ was hotter. 

"Hey Freshy~" She hugged his arm, pressing herself against him.

"Fuck off." Fresh yanked his arm away, continuing to dribble.

"I have an offer. It'll save your reputation." This caught Fresh's attention. He looked at her, wanting her to spit it out. "We date! You get your reputation, I get my hot boyfriend! It's a win-win!"

Fresh frowned. He wanted to 'stay' with PJ, to be allowed to fuck him every night as he pleased. He wanted to kiss and cuddle and do all those couple things with him.

"Hell no." Fresh rolled his eyes. He continued to dribble before shooting a hoop. Saving his reputation wouldn't be worth it. It wouldn't be close to worth it. He didn't care anymore, PJ was what mattered to him.

Bunny huffed and stormed off.

She went to a hallway, growling when she saw PJ. Bunny knew this was his fault, because for some reason, Fresh was attracted to him.

"You! This is your fault!" Bunny yelled, pointing at him accusingly. 

"What?" PJ snapped, rolling his eyes.

"You are the reason he rejected me!" She screeched, marching up to him. She began rambling about how she 'just wanted Fresh' and PJ 'ruined it all!'

PJ rolled his eyes. When she stopped screaming, he said sassily, "Are you done yet?"

"I don't know why he likes you. I look so much better than you!" 

"I don't know. I guess he likes having sex with me." PJ smirked. "I just have a better body! I can easily wear any outfit he puts me in, that way he can see my body how he likes!"

Bunny gasped, offended. "You little shit!"

"Just because he picked my ass over yours doesn't mean you can curse at me!"

"No! You're lying! You've been playing with me! He does like me!"

"Oh, I can call him! I can show you every bit of the convo!" PJ pulled out his phone, ready to flirt with Fresh and prove he fucked him because he liked doing it.

"Fine, call him!" Bunny huffed, waiting. 

PJ called Fresh, his contact name being Master. He was getting into character, tapping his foot for a moment when he thought. He started twirling his hair, remembering what he did when he really needed Fresh. He made sure his phone was on speaker.

Fresh picked up. "Yo, Slut, not right now—"

"I really need you, Master~ You'll come right to the dorm once you're done, right?~" PJ interrupted, cooing. He started feeling needy, actually feeling like he needed Fresh to do him.

"I have work after school! I can't, sorry," Fresh replied.

"Aww, so you'll be home late?" PJ huffed.

"I will, I know. You can just touch yourself, you know."

"But I want you! I don't want to touch myself!" PJ pouted.

"I know. Just do it before I can get home. And I expect an extra good slut on the bed when I do~" Fresh started to get flirty.

"You know I will. I'm a good slut~" PJ purred, still playing with his hair.

"Yeah you are~ Now, I gotta go."

"Buh-bye, Master~" PJ cooed before hanging up.

Bunny was just staring, her mouth agape and eyes wide. She couldn't say anything. They couldn't have planned this! Did that mean Fresh would actually be fucking PJ that night?

"Anyways, I have to go to my dorm~ My Master will want me to be ready for him when he comes home~" PJ happily skipped away.

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