Himeji didn't hear anything the other girl was claiming, and hardly could believe there was someone else in the library, and even if there was, it was even better reason for them to get out rather than get spotted there. Just as she was about to insist the other girl to leave again she was pointed that pile of books, quite convenient excuse, but plausible to her, and it made her relieved atleast by little, since the chance of getting caught was again gone.

"Ok, lets get out..." she said quickly, just then getting grabbed as the girl again insisted on showing her something. Only this time she did see something, those big blue eyes of hers widening as she saw the skin bubbling and melting, the fading book pile naturally not even noticed as the transformation infront of her took all of her attention. Confusion and fear was starting to fill her face, her lips gasping. "Wh-what...? I-is this some kind of joke... stop it!" she yelped, not knowing what to think.

Joke? Dream? If only you could be so lucky. His telepathic words came. The illusion dispelled, he towered over her, white eyes gazing down into her timid face. Tendrils by his mouth wriggle all about. He looked like a centaur in a way, though the lower half of his body had been similar to that of an octopus, his upper humanoid.

Mauve hands gripped her though tentacles lashed out at her, two streaking towards her ankles in order to secure an additional hold upon her so that she could not hope to flee from him.

Himeji heard the words... or more like she felt them in her head, the sensation alone quite confusing for human mind. Her attention didn't stay on the telepathic communication long though, her eyes widening, face showing utter horror as that illusion came apart, the true being behind the fellow student revealed.

For moment she just stared, unable to get a word out from her lips, and then she screamed at the top of her lungs, starting to squirm and trash, acting as if she had seen a monster, which was quite accurate in this case. The tentacles secured her legs with no trouble, her trashing restrained, but still going on, unintelligible squealing and screaming filling the room.

A pair of his tentacles reached up to her blouse, securing a hold against it then pulling, shredding the garment opened at the front, buttons jetting out to roll upon the floor, hands reaching to her chest peeling over her bra with his mauve hands, all the while his mouth tendrils wavered.

Scream all you want ... do you really expect anyone to hear you? I've dampened the sound in the minds of others not that there will be anyone coming out this way to a close library.

Himeji trashed and screamed, seeing those tentacles attack towards her upper body, squealing and squirming as she felt them grip on her blouse, and after a moment jerk. Along a sharp yelp the buttons scattered all over the floor, her full, firm tits bouncing free, covered by powder blue and white striped brassiere, same pattern as her panties, and her eyes widened as she felt those hands grip on her breasts, squealing moans issued as she felt the monster starting to grope her boobs rougly.

"S-stop! No, don't! Let me go, please, please!" she screamed.

A tentacle traced over her lower lip, he seemed to consider her words though had moved into a position where he could easily gag her with a tentacle by pushing it into her mouth. He was a mind reader after all and could still communicate with her mentally and get at what she wanted to relay by her thoughts. But he hesitated for a moment.

Why? What can you do to immortalize me? He asked of her, his hands tarring at her bra ripping it in front as he made that enticing contact with flesh on flesh. If there was one thing more that he craved it would have been being immortalized in art, books, poems, plays and so forth. He had not known her to be specialized in any of these but he asks nonetheless.

/me felt that slimy, fleshy appendage already tracing her lips, shivering, trying to avoid it, but it always caught up with her, teasing her to no end, looking so disgusting, slimy and slick. Then her bra came apart with one fierce pull, scream issued as those full round breasts of hers wobbled free, getting caught by those large odd feeling hands in instant, making her squeal again.

The question she did not quite understand, looking at the monster bewildered, squirming, not wanting her first time to be with this thing... not wanting anything that had anything to do with it at all as a matter of fact. "Wha-...?! I-... I-...!" she stuttered, then feeling her breasts squeezed again, interrupted from speech by her own scream of disbelief.

You're making far too much noise. You might gather attention ... He exolained before his tentacle pushed it's way inside the cavity of her mouth in a very primitive gag. There, now that's better ...

One hand stroked up and down her chest, the other still fondling her breast. He could sense her confusion at his words but since he had desired nothing and felt that there was nothing remarkable that she could do anyway he had not stopped to explain.

Tentacles coiled around her ankles spreading her legs further apart, another reaching out to her panty clad neither regions rubbing against it. He gazed at her, his mind flowing through her own in a fraction of a second as his mind touched upon the pleasure centers of her mind dialing them up.