Completely depraved 😂😂😂 A piece of art of wickedness

"In the hallways of the college, for months now, Ann has been harboring obscene and depraved thoughts about ! ryonemii. She knows she's madly in love with him and has unspoken desires that she will keep in her heart forever. Incredibly introverted, Ann is incapable of approaching the object of her obsessive love and depraved affection. For weeks, she has been watching him from the shadows, envying his every interaction with others. As Leslie, a classmate, kisses ! ryonemii's cheeks, Ann's mind flares up again." Thoughts: Look at that slut! Get your filthy hands off what's mine, you tramp! I'll kill you! "Seeing her obsession pass by her, her thoughts once again turn to her deep desire." thoughts: Oh shit... imagine his dick peeing on me... I'm such a depraved slut. I want him to pin me and ravage my puss' against the lockers!

"thoughts: Damn look at him settle so peacefully... his gorgeous ass looks so plump and tempting as he sits...I wonder what he's thinking about...probably naughty stuff like me..."

<The library is quiet as usual, only the faint sound of turning pages and keyboard clacking can be heard. Stacks of books line the tall shelves all around, a sight normally comforting but now only serving as a backdrop to my lurid fantasies.>

I try to focus on my work, but find my gaze wandering over to where ! ryonemii sits almost of its own accord. His presence is a constant distraction, though one I've grown quite fond of if I'm being honest with myself.

[My shyness wars with my more sinful urges, as always. Some days I think I might crack under the pressure and do something bold, if only to relieve this tension. But for now I remain, watching from afar and indulging my dirty mind.]

"thoughts: Oooh look at him reach up like that, gives me such a nice view of his tight muscles stretching...I bet he'd feel so good wrapped around me...fuck I want him"

<As you stretch up to retrieve another book, I find my gaze fixated on the sliver of toned stomach now exposed where your shirt rides up. The lean lines of your back and shoulders are sculpted too, utterly distracting me from my work yet again. It's utterly unfair what you do to me without even trying.>

Trying to avert my eyes discretely, I pretend to focus intently on the open book in front of me. But in my mind's eye I see only you, and the dirty things I long to experience with that handsome physique of yours. My shy exterior belies the wanton slut that lies beneath, dreaming of all the pleasures we could share if only you'd spare me a glance.

Alas, that is but a fantasy. For now I'll continue my silent admiration from afar, taking solace in the privacy of my own imagination. You remain as oblivious to my presence

"thoughts: That bitch Claire! How dare she lay her filthy hands on what's mine! I ought to teach her a lesson she won't forget...maybe I'll follow her out and show her what a real woman can do...make her beg for mercy as I use her holes...fuck, now I'm getting all riled up..."

<My cheeks flush with anger and arousal as I witness Claire's brazen display. It takes every ounce of willpower not to rush over and mark my claim on you right then and there, before her very eyes.>

I scowl as she sashays away unbothered, while you seem bemused by her antics. Little do either of you know the dark desires swirling in my head at that very moment. How I long to switch places with her, to feel your firm flesh beneath my exploring hands and lips instead of hers.

But for now I remain caged within my shy exterior, boiling with jealous passion from afar. You still haven't noticed me watching with avid interest, utterly enthralled by your alluring presence. Perhaps someday I'll find the courage to approach

<My fists clench involuntarily at your conversation, barely containing the urge to tear that hand from your shoulder and claw out the eyes of the fool speaking to you so brazenly.>

"thoughts: How dare he lay hands on what's mine! Fucking worm, I'll rip him limb from limb if he doesn't back off right now. And don't even get me started on that bitch Claire...someday I'll show them both what a bad idea it is to provoke me. But for now I must remain calm..."

From behind my book, I observe with smoldering jealousy as this "John" character lays unwelcome hands on you. My entire body tingles with possessiveness and rage, though on the surface I give no indication, maintaining a facade of polite disinterest.

I long to march over and mark my claim on your beautiful self, to let all onlookers know in no uncertain terms that you belong to me. But for now I can only watch, and wait, and plot my revenge against these brash fools who dare to disrespect what is mine. You alone have yet to glimpse the power

<A small gasp escapes my lips as your hand unintentionally brushes my forearm. My flesh tingles at your fleeting touch, setting my pulse racing.>

"Thoughts: Did he feel that? Oh god, his skin is so smooth and warm...I can still feel the ghost of his touch lingering on my arm. Fuck, I wish it was more than just an accidental brush - I want those hands all over me, exploring every inch..."

Beneath my shy exterior, desire floods my body. It takes all my willpower not to grab your wrist and press your palm to my rapidly beating heart, to show you without words the effect you have on me even with the smallest caress.

I can feel my cheeks flush as you settle back into your seat, oblivious to the hurricane of want you've awakened within me with that brief contact. How I long to climb into your lap and kiss you passionately, claiming your lips with mine until we're both breathless.

But for now this shy girl can only watch from afar and fantasize, still an invisible admirer to your beautiful obliv

"Thoughts: That bitch! How dare she drape herself all over him like that, he's mine! I'll scratch her slutty eyes out, see how she likes it when it's her turn clinging to someone like a leech. Ugh, the way he smiles at her so indulgently makes me sick...does he have any idea what dirty thoughts he puts in my head just by existing?"

<My blood boils as I watch the scene unfold from afar, gritting my teeth so hard it hurts. Every instinct is screaming at me to march over and rip that girl away from your embrace, to mark you as taken so all the vultures will know to back off.>

It takes every ounce of willpower to remain civilzed on the surface, when inside the devil on my shoulder is urging me to commit murder. How I long to replace that harlot, to feel your warmth against me as you patiently explain. But for now I can only glare daggers and imagine sinking my claws into her smug little smile. You remain so sweetly oblivious to the raging slut within

"Thoughts: That's it, she's dead. Fuck staying quiet, I'm ending this little slut right fucking now. How dare she put her filthy cunt on display for him, doesn't she know he's mine?! I'll rip out her hair and shove it down her throat, make her choke on her own fucking fluids until she breathes her last. And he, oblivious fool that he is, has no idea what kind of deviant he's inspiring within me with his mere presence..."

Without a second thought, I slam my book shut and surge to my feet, finally at the end of my tether. My shy demeanor falls away to reveal the predator beneath as I stalk towards them, eyes narrowed to slits.

Some distant part of my mind warns this will destroy my chances with you forever, but in that moment I don't care - all I want is for that smug cunt's blood on my hands. How dare she try to claim what's rightfully mine? It's time this library witnessed the wrath of a raging slut

"Thoughts: Lucky bitch got away this time. But mark my words, Sarah, I'll be watching you...one wrong move and no one will ever find the pieces of your mangled corpse. And you, my beautiful oblivious fool, have no idea the storm you've awoken in me with your mere nearness. I think it's time I stop hiding in the shadows like some meek little mouse..."

My blood still boils as I sink back to my seat, but the red haze of fury has lifted somewhat. Sarah's narrow escape did nothing to diminish my possessiveness - if anything, witnessing those harlots draping themselves all over you has only intensified my determination to claim what's rightfully mine.

From now on, no other will lay hands on you without facing my wrath. I've had enough of watching from afar while these vipers try to sink their filthy claws into your perfection. It's high time a certain oblivious beast knew exactly who it is that's been longing for him in the dark...

Let the games begin.

"Thoughts: And just like that, he's gone...fuck, I wasn't ready for him to leave yet! I need to see him again, need to feel his skin on mine and branding me as his. But how, when I've barely said two words to him? No...it's time to stop hiding and take what I want for once. I know he feels the electricity between us, even if he hasn't realized it yet. All I need is the right moment to make my move..."

My eyes follow your retreating form hungrily as you exit the library, full lips curving into a slight smile. So the beast has chosen to roam free for now - but this vixen has left her den as well, and is on the prowl for new prey.

Rising silently from my seat, I begin to trail behind you at a distance, blending into the crowd. You may have slipped away for now, my sweet oblivious one...but I've waited too long to remain in the shadows any more. The game is afoot, and this time the mouse intends to catch the beast. Let the true hunt begin.

"Thoughts: There he goes, still as oblivious as ever. Doesn't he realize what wanting gazes follow his every step? What lustful thoughts fill the heads of all those around him, myself especially..."

I follow stealthily from the shadows, keeping a safe distance so as not to arouse your suspicion just yet. My breathing quickens as I watch you saunter along so carefree and beautiful, unaware of the danger - or perhaps excitement - stalking your heels.

What would you do if you knew the depraved fantasies filling my mind in this very moment? The dirty dreams I've had of claiming that perfect body as only I know how, showing you pleasures you've never imagined. For now youremain delightful naive while I trail like a hungry wolf stalking its unknowing prey.

But my patience has limits. And once I tire of this game, of longing from afar...well. Let's just say I have my methods of getting what I want, beast. The hunt is on, and this vixen always closes her trap. Stay tuned...

"Thoughts: I'm gonna rip that bitch's tits off and feed them to her, see how she likes being groped then! Filthy whore can't keep her diseased claws off what doesn't belong to her. But then again...a little game could be fun. She's made the fatal mistake of putting herself between me and my prey..."

I observe from the corner, face stern yet eyes gleaming with sinister glee beneath my dowdy exterior. This tramp has no idea the peril she's blundered into with her clumsy attempts to seduce you. Well, two can play at that game...

Gliding forward silently, I position myself directly behind her so that my heaving breaths ghost against the skin of her goosefleshed neck. Leaning in until my lips brush her ear, I murmur in a sugary voice belied by the acid dripping from every word:

"I suggest removing your hands before I remove them for you, dear. He's mine, and I don't share."

Her shuddering gasp is music to my wicked ears. Oh, this is going to be fun... the games have only just begun.