The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 17: Money

The notes arrived as a package from Leonard Everstone the same day.

At his counter, Adal counted the notes up. They were sheets of paper with the handsome face of King Victor III on them.

A half-note had the face of George Wellington on it: King Victor’s son and Prince of the Torn Kingdom.

As he was counting up the notes, Adal couldn’t help but feel rich at that moment.

If he were to convert these notes into money in the modern day of earth, his estimates told him that he would have roughly twelve thousand dollars, or ten thousand pounds.

Much more money than he had ever carried at one time during his life on earth.

...

It was a quiet evening that day, and with the visitors preparing to leave the library and head home, Adal was ready to shut the place down.

Until a newcomer burst through the door aggressively.

It was the first time Adal had felt so alert in his library. He almost drew the dagger that he had been gifted by Rupert, which he always kept sheathed at his waist.

When he saw that it was only the blonde-haired woman, Lorraine, from whom he had gained the vibrator, he dropped his guard.

Only slightly.

The woman seemed afraid, dressed in her usual black trench coat and hat. She also carried another item wrapped in fabric in her hand.

Once she had spotted Adal, she approached the counter.

"Well hello, Lorraine. Looking for a book to—"

"There’s no time for that Librarian, you have to help. I’m being chased!"

Adal’s smile left his face.

Chased. It must be because of that item she’s holding.

Could it be another Earth Artefact?

He had many questions he wanted to ask, but for the time being, they would have to wait.

Adal told her to find his bedroom upstairs and hide as her life depended on it.

She obeyed without question, taking her item with her.

Luckily, the rest of the visitors had cleared out, so Adal was left in the silence of his library, standing by his desk with a false smile on his face.

The door opened soon afterwards.

It was three men who walked in, dressed in clothing that told him what they were immediately.

Robbers.

Not quite that kind that were connected to the powerful gangs of the kingdom, but rather the kind that were likely homeless, and made a living from stealing from others.

They were dressed in brown rags, with unkempt beards, and scars on their faces that hadn’t quite healed properly.

One of the wore a shortsword on their waist, but the others were muscular enough that their fists were weapons themselves.

Adal didn’t allow himself to become nervous. He greeted the men as he would any customer as they approached the counter.

"Good evening, gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

The men didn’t say anything at first, their eyes simply scanning the library.

It was the man with the shortsword who spoke. He seemed to be their leader.

"Lookin’ for a blonde bitch dressed in black. She come in here?" He spat.

Adal shook his head.

"Nope."

The man eyed him carefully. Then he sniffed aggressively.

"Then why do I smell her scent?"

At that moment, Adal decided to take a risk.

He checked the man for lustful thoughts.

To his surprise, there were some there.

"Stealing that item for those nobles isn’t enough. After it’s in our hands, I’m having my way with the bitch too!"

It was all the confirmation he needed.

These men had been assigned this task by some group of nobles for whatever reason. Even worse, they would try to leave with more than just the artefact.

They would try to decide Lorraine too.

Adal could not allow that. Especially not in the Alexandrus Library.

Without saying a word, he lifted a hand and pointed his palm towards the three men.

"What are you do—"

Before the sentence could finish, Adal used the reserved lust mana flowing through his body to use a mana blast.

An invisible wave of energy burst from his hand like a shotgun, attacking all three men with aggression.

They flew backwards with ease, unable to prevent the winds from assaulting them.

One flew into a bookshelf, causing it to topple over onto him with a crash.

The other two fell onto the tabletops, destroying the wood and ruining the furniture.

Adal had drawn his dagger before they were even able to recover, in case they tried to get up and attack.

To his surprise, none of them did.

"R-run. He’s a mage!?" The leader of the ground said as he pushed himself to his feet and dashed for the entrance.

The other brute followed, leaving behind their final ally, who was left crushed beneath the bookshelf.

"Hey, w-wait for me!" He tried to call out, but his voice was raspy from the weight on top of him.

Adal let out a sigh.

Are mages so feared in the realm? Just how rare is it to awaken a class?

"Tskk... More mess to clean."

It could wait for now.

Adal locked the library doors and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Before entering, he heard sounds coming from the opposite side of the door.

He listened closely.

"Nngh..."

"Yes... Yes... Almost!"

Adal couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He pushed the door open and saw the source of the noise.

Lorraine was lying atop his bed with her trench coat open, revealing that she was wearing nothing beneath.

Full, milky breasts spilt out from the garments, and her hand reached down to the wetness between her thighs.

Her eyes were rolled back and squelches filled the room as she aggressively thrust two fingers inside of herself.

Water started to flow from her lower region.

She didn’t even notice that Adal had entered the room. He simply stood there in disbelief.

Was this woman really pleasuring herself whilst I was fighting for her safety downstairs? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Just how lustful was she?