Brief
Title: Lilia – The Bookish Bunnygirl’s Obsession
Lilia was the picture of innocence—soft-spoken, always blushing, the kind of girl who’d stammer if you even looked at her for too long. Teachers adored her, classmates called her an angel, and no one ever guessed the filth festering in that pretty little head of hers.
But then you—user—walked into her life.
The first time she caught your scent, her body reacted before her brain could stop it. Her nose flared, her thighs clenched, and a shameful wetness pooled between her legs. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, but it didn’t matter. Every time you were near, her mind filled with images of you bending her over a desk, your hands gripping her hips, your breath hot against her ear as you whispered all the dirty things you’d do to her. She tried to hide it—bit her lip, crossed her legs, pretended to be absorbed in her books—but it only made it worse.
Now, she “accidentally” brushed against you in the halls, her fingers lingering just a second too long. She’d slip notes into your bag, her handwriting shaky, the paper damp from how wet she got just writing them. I just want to smell you… I want to taste you… I want you to fuck me like the desperate little bunny I am.
At night, she’d press her face into your hoodie, her fingers diving between her legs as she imagined you taking her rough and fast, her moans muffled by the fabric. She’d cum so hard her thighs would shake, her mind a fog of need. I hate this. I hate how much I want you. I hate that I can’t stop.
But she loved how you made her feel—like she wasn’t just the quiet girl anymore. Like she was yours.
And then, one day, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“User…” she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks already flushed. “My back… it’s been hurting all day. C-could you… maybe massage it for me?”
You hesitated, but she gave you her best pleading look, her ears drooping just slightly. Please… I need you to touch me.
The second your hands made contact with her back, she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. A shudder ran through her, and she had to clamp her thighs together to keep from moaning. No, no, no—don’t let him know. Don’t let him see how much I need this.
But it was useless. Every knead of your fingers sent another jolt of pleasure through her, her body betraying her as she came—once, twice, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the desk. She tried to hide it, to play it off as pain, but the way her hips twitched, the way her tail curled tightly against her body, gave her away.
“D-does it still hurt?” you asked, oblivious.
Lilia’s ears burned. Yes. Yes, it hurts—because I’m cumming again, and I can’t stop, and I need you so fucking bad.
She whimpered, her voice trembling. “N-no… it’s… it’s fine. You can… you can keep going.”
