After arriving at the library, Yamauchi found the place eerily quiet and almost completely deserted—except for one girl standing alone among the tall shelves.
She was on her tiptoes, stretching desperately to reach a thick book on the highest shelf.
Her slender body arched, uniform skirt riding up just enough to tease the smooth skin of her thighs.
No matter how hard she tried, her fingertips kept falling short.
It was unusual for a library at such an elite institution to be this empty.
In Yamauchi's previous life, school libraries weren't really deserted; there were always at least a few people reading or studying.
Maybe this was just the author's lazy way of clearing the stage so Ayanokouji could conveniently "meet" Shiina Hiyori here. The plot clearly wanted her to develop instant admiration and a crush on him over their supposed "shared hobby" of reading books, even though plenty of normal people enjoyed the same thing in the real world.
But honestly, it didn't matter.
That advantage?
Let him have it.
As for Cuckouji?
Well, since he wanted an ordinary, quiet life so badly, let him rot in Class D unnoticed for the rest of his miserable existence.
Maybe, just maybe, if Yamauchi was feeling generous one day, he'd find some ugly woman in this school for him.
Of course, that was only if there were genuinely ugly women here.
If not, well, tough fucking luck for Ayanokouji. He could stay a virgin for the rest of his pathetic life. Every gorgeous woman, every beautiful girl in this school—they all belonged to Yamauchi.
While his mind was busy mocking Cuckouji, his body had already moved on its own.
He was now standing directly behind Shiina Hiyori.
Up close, she smelled amazing.
Her fragrance was so arousing, so goddamn addictive, that Yamauchi felt his crotch swell and harden instantly.
His cock pressed against his trousers, standing upright and impossible to miss.
Fortunately, she was still struggling to reach that book and hadn't turned around yet, so she didn't see his obvious erection bulging through his pants.
So, Yamauchi decided to do what any gentleman would do.
He stepped even closer and reached up easily with his taller frame. "Let me help you."
His fingers closed around the book and pulled it down without effort.
But because they were standing so close, his rock-hard cock accidentally brushed right against the soft curve of her ass.
The contact was unmistakable.
The thick, heavy length pressed firmly between her cheeks for a brief second, letting her feel its heat and size through their clothes.
There was no way Shiina Hiyori didn't notice.
For a moment, it looked like she wanted to turn around and reprimand him.
But when she finally spun to face him, she saw his new, handsome look.
Well, maybe not Casanova-level handsome, but still handsome enough.
He didn't look like a bad person, and this didn't seem deliberate—especially since he had just helped her reach the book.
So instead of calling him out, she simply blushed and nodded, choosing to ignore what she had clearly felt.
"Thanks…" she whispered, her voice soft and shy.
"You're welcome," Yamauchi replied, keeping his tone gentlemanly as he stepped back to put some distance between them.
Then he turned and started searching for his own book, acting as if nothing had happened.
Shiina Hiyori watched him go and felt relieved. She convinced herself it had all been an accident.
But her face was burning red. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd felt pressed against her.
It was too big…
She honestly didn't know if something that massive could even fit inside a woman.
[Target Detected: Shiina Hiyori]
[Class C Bookworm · Silent Library Angel]
Name: Hiyori Shiina
Age: 18
Appearance Rating: 9.5/10 (Petite beauty with an innocent, ethereal charm that makes you want to corrupt her instantly)
Current Mood: Flustered & Embarrassed (Face still burning red, mind replaying the "accidental" contact while trying to convince herself it was nothing)
Base Stats
Strength: 8 (+) (-)
Endurance: 12 (+) (-)
Intelligence: 82 (+) (-)
Wisdom: 65 (+) (-)
Charm: 92 (+) (-)
Luck: 45 (+) (-)
Relationship Metrics
Affection: 28/100 (Shy Interest — She appreciates the help with the book, but the "incident" left her flustered in a confusing way.) (+) (-)
Loyalty: 12/100 (Slightly higher trust — You didn't act creepy afterward and gave her space.) (+) (-)
Submission: 22/100 (The firm pressure she felt against her ass triggered a mix of shock and reluctant curiosity about your size and presence. Her pacifist nature makes her hesitant to confront, leaning her toward passive acceptance.) (+) (-)
Obsession: 5/100 (Seeds planted. She can't stop thinking about "how big it was" and whether something that massive could even fit.) (+) (-)
Yandere Risk: Low → Medium (Her quiet nature could hide intense devotion once broken)
Hidden Traits
Book Obsessed Loner: Spends most of her time in the library reading mystery novels. Has almost no close friends and prefers solitude.
Sharp Intuition: Extremely perceptive and quick-witted. Can piece together schemes and hidden motives better than most.
Pacifist Idealist: Dislikes conflict and secretly wishes everyone could just get along.
Latent Submissive Side: Deep down, she wants someone strong to take control so she doesn't have to deal with the school's cutthroat reality.
Weak Point: Social awkwardness + loneliness. Bonding over books is her easiest entry point.
Seeing this, Yamauchi felt a deep wave of satisfaction. His charm points and luck stats had been worth every single point spent.
If this had happened to the old Yamaincel—with his ugly face and zero social skills—it would have been straight-up sexual harassment.
He would've gotten nothing but a hard slap across the face and probably a trip to the chairman office.
But with his new handsome looks?
Sorry, it was obviously just an innocent accident.
Now, her affection was rising right alongside her submission.
What he truly needed was to push her further—to slowly mold the gentle, bookish Shiina Hiyori into his own personal slut and loyal spy inside Class C.
It would be such a waste to let her be used by trash like Ryueen or that pathetic Cuckouji.
Only he could truly appreciate her. Only he could spoil her rotten, fuck her senseless, and fill her completely—until her tight little pussy and ass were overflowing, stuffed to the brim with his massive cock and thick, hot loads of cum.
Shiina Hiyori…
This was only the beginning.
Yamauchi wasn't going anywhere.
He casually pulled out a chair, grabbed a Biography of Theodore Roosevelt book from the nearest shelf, and settled in right there in the library, playing the perfect role of a fellow book lover.
In front of him, Shiina Hiyori kept stealing shy glances his way, her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
She tried to hide behind her favorite mystery novel, but the embarrassment clung to her like a second skin.
Every few seconds her eyes would flick back to him, then dart away again, her fingers tightening nervously on the pages.
Yamauchi leaned back in his seat, savoring the sight of her flustered nervousness.
A quiet, satisfied chuckle escaped his lips.
No one was going to stop him from making her his.
His and his alone.
Not Ryueen.
Not that bastard Cuckouji.
Not anyone.
Never.