Disclaimer: I don't own Toshokan Sensou (Library War) or it's characters. Wish I did but. :)
Shibasaki was horny as hell.
She had just tasted the corner of Dojo's lips and noticed the all too familiar scent of Kasahara.
Being roommates and close friends for over three year she had gotten used to the scent of Iku.
Many a late night she had silently endured Iku's muffled moans same as she knew Iku had endured hers.
Iku's scent was strong… stronger than hers at least, like musk; spicy and somewhat manly, of sweat, gunpowder and super-heated lust.
Shibasaki expected Dojo didn't even notice the first two qualities of his wife's scent as it matched his own so perfectly.
Shibasaki sighed and cupped her hand to her breast, tweaking her hardened sensitive nipple through her uniform blouse and lacy bra underneath.
Her tall virgin had finally become a woman and a powerfully demanding one considering Dojo's face was soaked in that sweet lustful scent.
She had definitely marked Dojo as hers, any girl familiar to Iku would embarrassingly recognise the scent on Dojo.
It was that strong, that… powerful.
The number of guys (and to a lesser extent girls) that she had secretly brought to her dorm bed were many, her needs sated regularly when Iku had gone out or was on duty, the room free for her personal use.
But on four occasions she could clearly recall her lover of the moment commenting on the smell, Shibasaki laughed it away each time when it happened, but knew Iku's scent was enticing, to men and women alike.
Shibasaki sighed once more, licking the scant remainder from her lips.
Then again Dojo had his own odour like sandalwood and old books. It too was enticing, it was one of the reasons she had liked him. He never wore cologne or aftershave.
Shibasaki had noticed Iku's legs and the tiny growing pool between them. Whatever he had done he had marked Iku as his own. And that scent of fresh sex carried once she had noticed.
It both annoyed her and made her feel proud. Iku was HIS now.
Giving up Shibasaki returned to her work station.
Resolved to have lost her roomy to a man she would have loved to have had at least once.