Shin entered the library and walked a bit, until he found a woman.
Anyway, her posture was weird, her head was bowed so low that a curtain of mousy black hair fell forward, completely obscuring her face.
She wore a bulky, shapeless hoodie and baggy jeans. However, despite the heavy fabric's attempt to conceal everything, it couldn't entirely hide the huge curve of her bust, a physical attribute she clearly sought to minimize.
Curiosity, pricked at Shin. He altered his course, his steps silent on the carpet. As he drew closer, he could see the book wasn't a novel. It was a manga.
The art was unmistakably that of a risqué hentai. On the page, a comically proportioned, muscular hero had a shy, softly drawn princess pinned against a wall.
The hero pressed his large cock against the shy princess's stomach as he approached to hug her, while she was crying
The narrative, from what Shin could glean from the fragmented visuals, was a mixture of romance and exaggerated sex.
