Bani’s legs felt like jelly as she climbed the narrow, creaky wooden stairs to the top floor of the old central library the next evening. The main library was still open for late-night studiers, but this restricted section — filled with rare old books, dusty archives, and almost never visited — was locked for general students. Someone had left the gate slightly ajar as per the message. Her heart hammered against her ribs with every step.

She was dressed as instructed: a loose button-up white shirt that was two sizes too small for her heavy 36D breasts, a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass, no bra, no panty, and her hair in innocent pigtails. The outfit made her look like a naughty schoolgirl fantasy. Cum from last night’s public fucking had dried on her thighs, a constant filthy reminder.