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The serene night air was tainted with nothing but the sound of faint susurrations of trees, swaying from the encouragement of the evening breeze. Ethereal moonlight broke from its ozonic confines and seeped into Book’s hotel room, using the curtained window as its portal.

The window stood slightly ajar, letting in small gusts of wind that made the lace blue-green curtains billow like zephyrs in rolling plains.
Book shivered and sweated under her covers, freezing cold yet burning hot simultaneously, uncomfortably tossing and turning as she lay awake. Soft rustling of sheets echoed around her quiet room from her restless shifting under the duvet.

The studious girl was adamant about getting a sufficient amount of sleep every night, because “sleep fosters the growth of new neural pathways in your brain,” as she would say. But recently, she’s been struggling to get more than 7 hours of uninterrupted rest.
Evidently, this lack of sleep has affected her daily life, especially when competing in the challenges Two sets up.

Her team, Just Not, could be described as almost a dysfunctional family—for lack of a better phrase. There were Price Tag and Naily, competitive at heart but weak in appearance, Bomby and Nickel, two great friends, though their dynamic can sometimes inadvertently cause chaos, and Cake, who was just kinda.. There. He was okay, Book supposed.

Then there was Pillow. A mysterious girl that no one could truly decipher, much alike the eccentric scribbles she’s always scrawling into her notebook—‘research’, as she prefers to call it. One time, Pillow even tried to drag Book into one of her dilapidated experiments, but she refused after finding out Pillow didn’t know what an independent variable was.

As the night wandered onward, Book felt the pressure of getting a good night’s sleep become more apparent, her light-up alarm clock dimly taunting her with the time, reading 12:16am.

She found the idea of Pillow pop up in her mind much more frequently than her other throwaway thoughts. There was something about her—that constant smile, that sweet falsetto, maybe the way her eyes lit up at the mention of death, unnerving, yet endearing—that gave Book a funny feeling that she couldn’t quite place. She couldn’t pinpoint the catalyst, but she evidently had a few ideas.

One thought after another swirled through her mind, and next thing she knew, her mindscape was basically like a shrine dedicated to Pillow. She tried to stop thinking about her and go to sleep, but with every thought she eradicated, two more emerged in its place.
What does she write in that notebook of hers? And what’s with her strange obsession with death? Then, why was she ever in Death PACT at all in BFB? Is that smile she wears truly sincere? Why does it feel different when the smile’s directed at me? Is that just me seeing something wrong? Why does her gaze single-handedly give me butterflies??

Soon enough, she found herself automatically eyeing the spare pillow resting against her bed frame. Almost autonomously, like her body was moving by itself, she reached out and grabbed the soft pillow, holding it up and feeling it flop limply into her hands.
She brought it to her chest, the plush material sinking into her embrace. Closing her eyes, she gently ran her hand up and down the silky pillowcase, turning onto her side so that she was spooning it. She relished in the cool feeling of the fabric on her warm body, and wrapped her arms around it even tighter, enveloping it inside of a gentle hug.

A part of her thought this was weird: thinking of her own pillow—that she sleeps with, mind you—as one of her friends, and proceeding to cuddle with it? Yeah, that’s pretty weird, and definitely not what just friends do.

But, by some miracle, she felt herself getting sleepy, and she faded out of consciousness. Guess she should do this more often. I mean, it helped her sleep, right? So what’s the problem?

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Dawn sunlight spilled through the intricate two-toned curtains as the fanfare of birds announced the morning. Book slightly stirred, coming back to her senses, and realised she was still cuddling with her pillow. She didn’t stop, though. She was too tired to move, she told herself—but it was just an excuse.
Really, hugging this pillow gave her the strangest sense of true comfort, one that she coincidentally also feels around the real Pillow.

Huh, she’s starting to connect the dots here.

She’s snapped out of her thoughts when she hears a small creak of a floorboard next to her bed. She brushes it off and deems it as just a shift of pressure on the wood, but begins to doubt her conclusion when she hears the vague sound of graphite touching paper.

She blinks open her eyes, and is met with a peculiar white mass looming above her. She hastily rubs her eyes to make sure she’s not hallucinating from her lack of sleep, but when she reopens them, yep, the thing is still there.

She yelps and instinctively chucks her pillow at the figure, still too delirious to make out who or what it is.
When the figure effortlessly dodges the attack by simply stepping to the side, letting out a high giggle, Book finally registers who it is. Pillow. In her room, intently watching her sleep.

For a split second, they both idle there, staring into each others’ eyes. Book’s gaze a mixture of great surprise and confusion, and Pillow’s gaze one of mischief.

Book sprung into action, her face slightly flushed red. “Wh—Pillow! What..Why are you in my room?!” She exclaimed, eyes wide and shocked. She shuffled to the other edge of her bed against the wall, as Pillow was standing uncomfortably close. “H—how long have you been in here!?” She questioned after a short silence, hoping and praying she didn’t just witness her pathetically cuddling with a pillow.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter!” Pillow sang, carefree as ever, like watching someone sleep was something friends do on a daily basis. Book stared as Pillow smiled to herself and started to write something in her notebook. She hummed to herself as she inscribed messy notes onto the paper, Book still watching in wordless surprise.

Although Pillow looked like she didn’t mind the silence, Book felt like she was absolutely obligated to fill it, as with each passing second, she could almost feel the air thickening with tension.

“S—so, umm… What’cha writing?” Book asked awkwardly, her voice wavering slightly.
“Nothing much, just some research, Bookie!” Pillow smiled, still not looking up from her notebook. Word, Book loved that stupid nickname. Every time it left Pillow’s mouth, it just felt.. so right. So pure. She only wanted to hear it in her voice, until the end of time.
Consequently, her face began to heat up, her cover ever so slightly reddening.

Lost in her thoughts, she realised she was still in a conversation. “A—about what..?” She tried to crane her neck to read the notes, but Pillow speedily shut the notebook before she could catch a glimpse of the inside.
“About you, silly!” Pillow replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She tucked the notebook away inside her case, and promptly sat down on the bed with Book, facing her.
“Can I ask you a question, Bookie?” She said in an unreadable tone, tilting her head slightly.
“U—um.. Sure?” Book stuttered, fidgeting with her hands.
“Do you always sleep like that?” Pillow asked vaguely, adding no further explanation to her question, and looking into Book’s eyes expectantly.
“Uh—what exactly are you..referring to?” Book wanted to clarify her question, hoping she wasn’t talking about her intimate pillow-spooning.
“You know, cuddling with your pillow like you were!” Yep. She was talking about the pillow-spooning.
“No!!!—I.. I mean,” Book said, sounding louder and more defensive than she intended. “I—it was a.. One time thing! I, uh, just, uh, needed to sleep, really badly.. A—and I didn’t feel tired—at all! Uh, s—so I.. just, umm..” Book stumbled over her words, trying to conjure up an excuse while wringing her hands nervously in her lap.

“And why are you doing that with your hands?” She interrupted, replicating the gesture as she said it. Book couldn’t tell if she was genuinely asking, or just teasing her.
“I..” Book’s voice died away as she looked into Pillow’s innocent eyes, glinting with something unspoken.
“Are you nervous?” Pillow said, scooting the tiniest bit closer to Book. Her face now looked serious, but not malicious by any means. Book felt like she was about to explode, what was this foreign feeling? Despite being a literal dictionary, ironically, she couldn’t find a single word to describe her emotions in that moment.

“Uh, no, nh—not at all!” Book lied, contorting her face into an awkward smile, hoping Pillow would believe her. Unfortunately, due to her observant nature, she never misses a beat, especially around Book.
“You’re so easy to read,” she teased with a slight smugness to her usual smile. “I mean, you are a book, after all!” She joked, giggling to herself. Book was totally enamoured by the way Pillow’s eyes slightly crinkled shut when she laughed, a gentle, sweet laugh. She even caught a glimpse of her serrated teeth gleaming in the morning light, the sharp danger a stark contrast to the rest of her seemingly harmless presence at that moment.

Book, embarrassed, covered her face with her hands and looked away, trying to hide her ever-growing blush from the girl opposite her.
“Hehe, you look kinda cute when you’re all flustered like this,” Pillow said innocently, not fully aware of what feeling this small statement would evoke within Book.
The smaller girl let out a small squeak in response, words failing her. It didn’t make it any better when Pillow suddenly leaned forward and tenderly grabbed both of her wrists, guiding them down back into her lap and holding them there gently.

Book felt so vulnerable, her mad blush on full display for Pillow to see, not to mention how electrifying sparks were sent down her arm when Pillow touched her wrists. She couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, hoping it wasn’t loud enough for Pillow to hear.
But of course, this is fanfiction, and sometimes events need to be emphasised to move the story along—Pillow definitely heard it.
“Oh? What was that, Bookie?” Pillow chuckled shrilly, her voice quieter but still as high-pitched as usual. She moved her hands down so that she was now properly holding both of Books’.
Book looked away in embarrassment and slightly squirmed in place, Pillow still keeping a firm hold of her hands in her lap.

“Such an adorable noise..” Pillow mused, loud enough for Book to hear.
She could practically feel her head clouding over with praise, and it was making her go absolutely crazy for more. Pillow obviously noticed this, and decided to keep going—for research purposes. Definitely just for her research. Nothing else.
“Mm, you are pretty cute, you know that?” She purred, leaning even closer. Book let out a soft shaky breath, and tried to divert her gaze to just about anywhere that wasn’t Pillow.
She, again, also noticed this, and brought one of her hands up to the green spine of her cover, gently tilting it toward her. She noted the way Book stiffened when she touched her spine.
“Look at me,” Pillow ordered, giving a mischievous smile, and giggling at the sight of Book’s flushed face.

“P—pillooww..” Book muttered, her tone almost sounding like a plead.
“Yes, Bookie?” Pillow said sincerely, starting to run her hand down her spine. Book shivered and let out a sharp breath, a small noise coming with it.
“A—ah..”

Pillow stopped all movement on her smooth spine, looking at her with a smug expression. Book had to suppress a whine at the loss of stimulation.
Although Book was enjoying this—albeit way more than she should be—she felt like this spontaneous intimacy was rather uncalled for.
“I… ghh..” Though, it looks like she can’t voice her displeasure, as she couldn’t form a proper sentence just yet.

“Use your words,” Pillow encouraged in a teasing tone, but this seemed to drive Book even further away from her goal of getting back down to Earth.
Book felt heat pooling at her groin, a faint wetness dampening the bottom of her cover. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together to give her throbbing clit any sort of friction.
Pillow observed her neediness, and reached out her other hand to ghost her fingers over her closed pages.
“Ghaaah!.. I—I’m really..sensitive—nffh,” Book finally said, impossibly flushing even redder.
“Oh, is that what you were trying to say to me?” Pillow asked cheerfully, and Book nodded frailly, beyond embarrassed.
“You didn’t need to tell me, trust me, I noticed!” She giggled, rubbing her thumb in slow, deliberate circles down her pages, eliciting another whimper.

“You’re such a good girl for me..” Pillow said breathily, taking note of Book’s lustful reaction. She rubbed at the corners of her pages with her index finger, and Book melted into her touch, the occasional noise of pleasure parting her lips.

Pillow wormed her fingers inside a random page, gently caressing the paper. The way Book’s legs slightly jerked when Pillow traced her fingertips around the bottom of the page let her know that she found the right spot.
She took the page in between her thumb and index finger, and rubbed them together, observing her reaction.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth lying slightly agape to make way for the multitude of whines and moans she was producing. Pillow couldn’t help but smile to herself at Book’s endearing expression, not to mention those beautiful noises she made…Oh, snap out of it! This is just for her research. Yep, just for research, nothing else.

“Hm, more sensitive in here, are we?” Pillow teased, slowing down the pace of her strokes to the point where it was painfully leisurely.
“Nnhhgh.. Ahh..ghh,” she tried to respond, but only incomprehensible mumbles spilled out of her mouth.
Pillow continued with her steady speed, feeling Book become more and more restless and squirmy.

Book couldn’t take it anymore, at this point she was practically shoving herself into Pillow’s touch, helplessly rocking on her bed, trying to get the stimulation back.
“F—faster...” Book pleaded, her eyebrows furrowed, leaning hard into Pillow’s fingers.
“Mm, getting rather bossy, huh?” Pillow said, unimpressed. “You might just deserve a punishment..” She said, retracting her fingers from her pages and letting go of her hand.

Pillow noticed how Book’s eyes widened at the mention of a punishment. Book looked surprised, of course, but additionally, there was also some yearning behind her expression.

Before she could think of a punishment, her train of thought was halted when she remembered this was only for her research! Right, how could she forget…

She wasn’t enjoying this too much, was she?

Book looked longingly up at Pillow, awaiting her next move. She was disappointed when it wasn’t towards her.
Pillow reached into her case and took out her notebook once again, flipping to a seemingly random page and beginning to scratch something in. She stuck her tongue out slightly as she wildly scribbled in her notebook, and all Book could think was how much she wanted that tongue inside of her.

God! What is going on? She never thinks lewd thoughts like this! Was this all a dream? Oh my word, but how good did it feel. She felt like she was drunk, intoxicated by Pillow’s touch.

Book felt like she might explode if she wasn’t touched right then and there, so she let out a pathetic whine to maybe let Pillow know they were still in the middle of something.
The other girl merely looked up for a second at her, then went back to writing. Though at this, her smile noticeably changed—it grew even more mischievous.

Suddenly, the sound of cracking lead could be heard, and Pillow sucked in a frustrated breath through her teeth.
“My pencil broke. I’m gonna get a new one,” Pillow said, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“I.. O—okay..!” Book stuttered out, confused, and Pillow promptly turned on her heels and left the room, skipping as she went.

Book was left alone in her room, the electric feeling coursing through her body still painfully prominent. Her heart was racing, and it felt like her body was numb, yet so very sensitive at the same time.

She rubbed her face, and when she finished, she lowered her hands and just gazed at them for a moment, feeling the gentle circulating air of her room blow against her skin, her hands twitching slightly with vigilant sensitivity.
The throbbing down below was becoming too much to bear, and her slit had already emerged, dripping wet and soaking the bottom part of her cover, turning it darker shades of blue and green.

Book sat alone with her thoughts, and, like usual, she began to overthink again. What were they? What was she to Pillow? A teammate? A friend? A mere research subject? A.. Crush? Though Book was happy with the… “action” she was getting with Pillow, she couldn’t help but feel, deep down, that she was only toying with her heart, playing with her feelings just for her sick research.
But, right in this moment, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what they were, Book just brushed it off and deemed them as friends with benefits, because there were other things on her mental plate right now.

Staring at her spare pillow that lay limp on the ground, she bit back a moan as the sensation of Pillow’s touch flooded back to her. The way her warm breath tickled her body as she muttered sweet nothings, hazing her mind and fogging up her senses.
Lost in her thoughts, she realised how crazy this situation really was—Pillow randomly coming into her room to watch her sleep, then getting her off??
Book decided that the situation was already far out, so why not go a little further?

With great struggle, she got off her bed with trembling legs and grabbed the pillow, nudging her door closed haphazardly with her free hand. She crawled back into her bed and put the pillow in her lap, gently caressing and tugging at the corners of it.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, a small noise coming out with it.
She got up on her knees, struggling to stay balanced as the mattress shifted under her. Shuffling forward slightly, she positioned herself over the pillow, her legs straddling it on either side.
“Mmph!..” She let out a feeble squeak when the cloth of the pillowcase grazed her swollen clit, sending a thrilling jolt of pleasure throughout her groin. Lowering herself down and feeling her wetness soak into the pillow, she prepared herself for what she’s about to do.

Covering her mouth with one hand, and using the other to keep the pillow in place, she began to move her hips in slow circles, feeling the fabric of the pillowcase rub against her wet bud.
“A—aghh..” She sped up a bit, feeling the wonderful sensation spread up into her womb and abdomen. “Ohh…Oh my word..” She panted, now moving her hips forward and backward, humping and grinding into the pillow.

Oh god, Book was really doing this right now. Humping a pillow pretending it was the actual Pillow. For a split second, she reached a moment of clarity and realised how disgusting this really was, but the thought was soon pushed away by the immense pleasure she felt when she sunk her hips even deeper into the pillow, the soft material moulding perfectly around her pussy.

She imagined Pillow watching her, commenting on how gross she is, how needy she is.. “So pathetic,” imaginary Pillow spat, examining her with squinted eyes. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” She muttered, leaning in closer to Book as she desperately grinds against the pillow. “Wanting me so bad, you’re riding an actual pillow, pretending it’s me?” She purred, her hot breath down Book’s spine.
Book’s hand did its best to muffle her desperate noises, but with the severity of her ecstasy, it was sadly failing its mission. “Ah..ghhah…ffh—aghh…hhuff..” She panted and gasped, screwing her eyes shut and letting her body take over, her hips rolling back and forth rapidly.

Coming out of her daydream, she felt a tightening knot form in her lower abdomen, just begging to be released. The hand covering her mouth started to slip, and her lips gave way to pitiful whines and weak groans. She could feel herself nearing closer and closer to the edge of that sweet, inebriating release.
Her heart was racing, thumping through her chest and pumping electrified blood imbued with fervent pleasure.

Every time her clit was touched juuust right, she sucked in air sharply—that oxygen being the only thing keeping her from passing out from the sheer ecstasy.
“GaAAHhff—ppillowwww,” she mewled, her body becoming limp from the bliss and falling onto her bed, her hips still rocking in overdrive. Her clit began to throb and spasm even harder, and her brain was becoming fuzzy with bliss.

Suddenly, Book was snapped out of her pleasure when she heard her door creak open. She frantically scrambled to bulldoze the pillow as far away from her—with what little arm strength she still had. Out of the corner of her vision she saw Pillow, standing in her doorway and watching her with an amused eye. Book scurried to pretend she wasn’t just dry humping her own pillow, plastering an awkward smile on her frazzled face. Though, I’m not sure if you could call what she was doing ‘dry-humping’, as there was now a giant wet patch of her juices on the soaked pillow, glistening in the morning sunlight.

“—How long were you there?!!” Book blurted out, her jittery demeanour a stark contrast to the girl’s casual stance under the doorway. Book watched in terror as her gaze flicked over to the pillow on the ground, lingering there for a moment, before thankfully disregarding it, looking back at Book’s skittish expression.
“Just got here. Why?” Pillow said calmly, strolling toward Book and plopping herself down on the bed, looking at Book with an unintentionally piercing gaze.
But what Book didn’t know—is this was not true. Pillow had been watching Book’s pursuit for pleasure for a good one or two minutes before she decided to make her presence known. And, of course, she had also heard Book crying out her name. This was all the confirmation she needed to make her next move.

“Uh.. N—no reason!!” Book stammered, her tone much louder than she intended.
“Hm, okay!” Pillow said, seemingly with no traces of suspicion in her voice. Book sighed in relief, discreetly wiping away beads of sweat that trickled down her forehead. “Anyway, c’mon, let’s go,” she declared, holding out a hand and waiting expectantly for Book to take it. Book looked at her, confused, but couldn’t muster up the energy to question where she was going to take her. After a moment of hesitation, she weakly clenched her hands so that the soft bedsheets bunched in her fists—in an attempt to get the sweat off her palms—and timidly reached out to grab Pillow’s hand.
It felt like fireworks exploding in the palm of Book’s hand where Pillow held her, and she instantly looked away to hide her blush from the other girl.

“Wh.. Where are you taking me..?” Book asked sheepishly, her voice breaking as she struggled to get to her feet, her trembling knees making it quite hard to stay balanced.
“Well, if I tell you, it’d ruin the surprise, now wouldn’t it!” Pillow grinned innocently, looking back at Book as she softly squeezed her hand, then switching her grip so that their fingers were intertwined, as if to say “just trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Mmh..Okay..” She squeaked, following Pillow’s lead through the corridors of Two’s hotel.

Pillow decided to take the long way out of the hotel, almost as if she was parading the flustered Book to all the hotel’s residents. The two, hand in hand, passed by contestants going about their morning activities. They muttered polite greetings and “good mornings”, but Book could feel their judging stares as they walked past, hearing them mumble amongst themselves things like, “Woah, what’s going on with Book??” And exclamations like, “I knew those two had something going on between them!” And, “Book looks all shaky and flushed…I bet two win tokens that they just fucked.”
Book heard all of their comments, but it didn’t put her off, no, quite the opposite. Letting people see her like this was strangely arousing, only worsening her flustered state.

After what felt like years, they finally made it out of the hotel. Book inhaled a deep breath of fresh morning air, feeling her body release built-up tension. But, this feeling of serenity didn’t last long—Price Tag and Nickel were waving the two over, sitting down on opposite sides of a game of Yoyle Chess.

“Nnooo..Pillow, please don’t—” Book whisper-shouted to the girl next to her, wishing that they could avoid everyone—so that they could hopefully resume their recent intimate activities.
To Book’s dismay, Pillow waved energetically back at the other two, dragging Book along to where they sat.
She made a defeated whine, and tried to act as normally as she could in front of her Just Not friends.

When they made it over, Book realised their fingers were still interlocked—admittedly quite an intimate gesture, but I digress—so she quickly withdrew her hand, as to not give her teammates the wrong idea.
“Heyo my friendos!” Said a joyful Nickel, smiling wide up at Pillow as well as Book, who was trying to avoid his gaze.
“Hi Nickel, hi Taggy,” Pillow chirped with a small smile. When Book didn’t add her own pleasantries, Pillow nudged her in the shoulder, unknowingly sending a jolt of adrenaline through her.
“Agh—Oh, h..Hello,” Book choked out, hoping her forced smile didn’t look too fake. Price Tag was too immersed in their heated game of Yoyle Chess to notice Book’s weird behaviour, but on the other hand, Nickel definitely picked something up.
“Book, my paper-based compadre, you good bro?” He questioned, surveying Book with his gaze, while at the same time moving one of his pieces—he was clearly not too invested in the game.
Price Tag also looked up, their face turning from one of focus to the match: “‘,: P”, to one of concern: “(＠_＠)”.
“Ooh, yeah, Book, you don’t look too good. You alright? (・_・;)” They asked, their gaze unintentionally making Book even more squirmy.

“Oh, she’s alright—better than alright, actually,” Pillow smirked, giggling slightly and wrapping a hand around Book’s waist. “She just has a bit of a fever right now, so we’re going to find Two for some medicine,” she lied, with no traces of hesitation, placing the back of her hand on Book’s forehead to illustrate her point. Right now, Book felt extremely hypersensitive to any sort of contact—especially from Pillow—and the fact that she was being way more touchy than normal was not helping her present a calm facade.
“Right, Bookie?” Pillow prompted, almost as if she’s trying to break Book’s hand-made composed exterior.
“Ah..Yh—yeah…” She managed to mumble out, her smile wavering.
“Oh, okay then!” Nickel shrugged, averting his attention back to the Yoyle Chess pieces. Price Tag still looked up at the two, scanning Book’s shaky figure up and down. You could see them connecting the puzzle pieces—in real time—from their expression: “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“Sure sure, of course, well—” they said skeptically, softly chuckling to themself, “—we’ll let you two go now, don’t have too much fun, ( ͡¬‿¬)” they teased, cocking their eyebrow then looking back to the game of Yoyle Chess.

Book laughed awkwardly, before tugging on Pillow’s arm, as a way to say, “OMG, we have to get out of here!!” Pillow took the hint and waved goodbye, her arm still hugging Book’s waist.

“Gahh, that was so humiliatinggg..” Book whimpered, burying her flushed face in her hands.
“Be thankful Bookie, I could’ve done much worse to you..” Pillow said matter-of-factly, smiling mischievously at the thought. Book stayed silent, her mind autonomously focusing on Pillow’s half-embrace.
Pillow drummed her fingertips gently on her cover, feeling as Book’s ability to walk in a straight line disappeared at the stimulation.
“I really should’ve.. that could’ve been your punishment for being sooo bossy earlier,” she teased in a deeper tone of voice, watching as Book’s face turned redder, shoulders tensing in anticipation. “Oh well, no matter. I’ll be able to punish you properly in juuust a second!” And with that, they turned a corner into a small forest, trees dotted around sparsely, yet still providing ample leaf cover for the area to feel nice and secluded.

Book’s head swirled with a myriad of possibilities for what might happen next, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

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They came across an old oak stump that Book quickly estimated to be 100 centimetres wide, and only about 40 centimetres off the ground.

“Sit,” Pillow ordered with a smirk, pointing to the tree stump. Book quickly obeyed, sliding herself onto it and sitting with her legs dangling off it, one leg over the other.

Pillow took out her notebook again, flipping through the pages and skimming the contents with a focused eye. Book waited with bated breath for what she might do next, craning her neck to try and see what her research was all about. She caught a fleeting glimpse of a sketched diagram of what looked like.. Her and Pillow? She didn’t have time to dwell on the thought, as Pillow quickly clapped the book shut.

“Tsk tsk, no peeking!” She clicked her tongue, hiding the contents of her research book as if they held a secret. Book gave a brief apology, impatiently wringing her hands, waiting for Pillow to go back to touching her—though, the end was not in sight. Pillow took a large step backwards and sat down cross-legged on the lush grass, opening her notebook again to resume her writing.

“Wh… Pillowwww..!” Book whined, throwing her head(?) back in exasperation once she realised she wasn’t getting her sweet release anytime soon. Pillow spared a tiny upwards glance, lifting her pencil for a second, then bringing it back to the page, having to suppress a giggle at how needy Book sounded and looked right now.

The two girls sat in tense silence for a moment, enveloped by the gentle sounds of the trees rustling in the soft breeze, the rhythmic chirping of crickets filling the air, and the melodic songs of birds perched in the branches surrounding them. 

After what seemed like an eternity of writing, Pillow finally rose to her feet, dropping her notebook and declaring, “I’ll be right back, I just need to get something!” 

“But.. Leave yourself alone while I’m gone, okay?” She chuckled and raised her eyebrows knowingly, vaguely gesturing at the other girl’s figure. And with that, she skipped out of the forest, leaving Book and her arousal to wallow in untouched loneliness. She let out a feeble groan, rubbing her face and taking a deep breath, trying her best to push back her neediness. 

“Wait, Pillow left her notebook here!” Book realised, a lightbulb flickering on in her head. Her eyes darted around, making sure Pillow had really left before reaching to grab the research book. She flipped to the first page and began to read:

My Reeserch

Object sensti sensitiveity outside of genetail genitalia  ◡̈

“Wow, her spelling is horrible,” Book mumbled, suppressing a giggle. She found it sort of.. endearing, in a way? Even though she despises people with bad spelling and grammar, Pillow seemed to be an exception. 

 first subject: Bok Book

“Okay, she spelt my name wrong,” Book thought with an exasperated smile, rolling her eyes and distinctly exhaling through her nose. “At least she cared enough to correct it, though.”

ive been watching Book for sume some time now in the challenges and she is quiet interesting. but it feels like she acts diferent around me versus other People though. and it is wierd. 

i am going to go to her room right now and talk to her about it.

“..She’s been watching me??” Book thought, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Okay, creepy much?” She guessed being creepy was part of Pillow’s personality, with her weird obsession with death and that. 

ok so i peeked into her bed room and saw her sleeping while cuddling a pillow. it was kind of wierd but also kind of cute at the same time

i just asked her about it and she got all flustred which was cute annoying becase i couldnt get any more infomeartioun info for my Reeserch. 

Book noticed a sentence with a line drawn through it. She leaned in closer and managed to decipher what it said. 

“‘but also kind of cute at the same.. time’…” She read aloud, her voice trailing off as she kept reading. Pillow thought she was cute? Was it meant as an actual compliment or just a way to belittle her? She brushed it off, but she couldn’t get rid of the small smile that tugged at the edges of her lips.

i managed to get more info out of Her! note to myself that her pages and spine are sinse sensitive and they get more sensitive further down. my evidance is that she started getting squirmy and i think aroused when i touched her like that. So this is good for my reeserch! 

update: i think maybe she likes m:;.’

The last word looked like her pencil broke midway through writing it—which must’ve been when the lead snapped and she left to go get a new one.

“Oh my word...” Book muttered under her breath, feeling blush spread across her face as she kept reading.

On one hand, Book wanted to commend Pillow for her extensive research, but on the other hand she was getting extremely embarrassed by just reading through these shameless notes Pillow took on her.

She flipped to the next page.

my pencil broke so i went to Get a new one. i am standing outside Books room right now watching her hump the same pillow she was cuddling earlier. does she do this ofen often? 

its kinda hot. she looks really desprate right now.

i want to go and help her but i dont want to ruin the experimant. having her like this will help me get more through thorough results later on.

She audibly gasped as she read the next page, reacting as if she were watching a movie. She was in denial—Pillow actually saw her humping her own pillow?! She felt like she could shrivel up and die right on the spot, knowing that she was watching Book do something so obscene like that.

But, she said Book looked, quote unquote, hot? Book was awestruck, and also confused at the unnecessary comment in her research—Pillow seemed to be going off track and focusing on the wrong things. 

She flipped to the next page.

deer Diare

“A diary entry? I thought this was a research book?” Book thought, debating whether she should keep reading—she wouldn’t want to invade Pillow’s privacy. But after all, Book decided, Pillow was the one that entered her room and watched her sleep in the first place, so did privacy really matter here?

i know I shuldnt use my Reeserch book for writeing this but i need to get it off my cest chest.  

there is a Person on my teem who i have been reeserching. i started off not careing about Her but now i feel a wierd feeling near her. it is Book.

before i started conducte cunducting conducting my Reeserch experiment today She was just a random Person and team mate. 

but now i think that i realised i l██e ██r

The last line was hastily scribbled out with frantic pencil strokes, rendering the sentence completely illegible.

Book flipped to the next page, hoping for the entry to be continued, but alas, the next page was blank. And the next, and the one after that. Book began to lose hope and flicked back to the entry, trying to make out what the last sentence said. 

Whatever Pillow wrote there, she obviously regretted it a lot, because the only thing Book could see was an ‘L’, an ‘E’ and an ‘R’

She sighed in frustration, dropping the book onto the ground and rubbing her temples with trembling fingers. The notebook fell discarded on the ground, landing on a random page. It was then picked up again when Book noticed another diary entry!

dear diare again

i like like Book

she is very coot. and She maks me feel happy when i am not. but i shuldnt like Her becase she will get in the way of my Reeserch and that is not a good thing. 

but i do like Her and i want to be happy with her forever. i think she also likes me back maybe hopefully.

i am going to go get something for her now to make her happy but i don’t know what. ill find some thing.

 but im leaveing her in the Forest for a sec. i told her not to cum yet but i still don’t want to keep her waiting so i am going to be Fast

Reading this, her heart skipped a beat, swelling with adoration. ‘She likes me back..?’ Book thought, her mouth hanging slightly open in surprise. “She.. she likes me back!” Book jumped to her feet, as if she just made the most world-stopping, jaw-dropping, groundbreaking revelation. 

Though, her trembling legs weren’t able to support such sudden weight, and they gave way, making her fall back onto the stump. She stared at the page, her face involuntarily morphing into a dumb, toothy grin.

Her epiphany was cut short when her ears pricked at the sound of faint movement in the surrounding foliage. ‘Shoot, it must be Pillow!’ She quickly tossed the notebook onto the floor, acting like she hadn’t even so much as looked at it while Pillow was gone.

“Oh, Bookie!” A high, saccharine voice called from the shrubbery, Pillow emerging from the bushes. The other girl’s sweet voice sent shivers down Book’s spine, and she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. 

Pillow stalked towards Book like a predator to its prey, but unlike in nature, Book wasn’t trying to escape—quite the opposite—she actually wanted to be preyed on. Book swallowed down the lump in her throat, trying to push back the reappearing symptoms of arousal. 

“Miss me?” Pillow teased, slowly circling around Book, running a fingertip on the top of her cover, Book trembling at the touch. Taking notice of Book’s arousal, Pillow let out a small giggle. “Awwh, I know you did,” she purred, rubbing Book’s cover with her thumb.

“Not to worry, you have me all to yourself now!” She said with a smutty grin, perching herself atop Book’s lap. No words could describe the electrifying feeling of the adrenaline that raced through her when Pillow sat down and straddled her. They were so close that Book could even hear the faint thumping of Pillow’s heart, and judging by its fast pace, Pillow was just as excited.

Book was too enthralled by the way Pillow’s eyes glinted in the dappled light, and the feeling of her heated breath upon her cover, to notice when she retrieved a small vibrator from behind her, swiftly slipping the bullet between her pages.

The thing she did notice, though, was the quiet click that signified the start of a newfound, raw type of pleasure that she had never felt before. She automatically let out a loud, frantic moan and instinctively clutched onto Pillow’s sides to ground herself—and stop herself from falling to the floor because of the sheer pleasure.

Pillow watched Book writhe in ecstasy, a smirk plastered on her face, knowing that the tiniest amount of stimulation can turn Book into a mess like this—the vibrator was on its lowest setting!

“Hh—aghh..k Pillow I— mmphfh..!!” Book buried her face in Pillow’s shoulder(?) as she hopelessly ground against the tree stump, her grip on Pillow’s sides clenching as the pleasure overtook her. She noticed the strong scent of lavender in the other girl’s fabric, only adding to the menagerie of glorious sensations she felt in that moment.

Book’s moans gradually increased in pitch and volume, nearing her climax. Pillow decided to have some more fun—she wouldn’t let Book have it this easy, especially after all that’s already happened.

When the vibrations suddenly stopped, it took a while for Book to actually notice, as she was high in cloud nine. Her head was reeling from the lingering feeling of the vibrator, and could only muster out a strained whine of the other girl’s name.

“P’llooowwwww..!” Book looked up at her with droopy puppy eyes that begged for her to just click that godforsaken remote and turn the vibrator back on. 

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Pillow mocked in a belittling tone, a tone that stirred something deep inside of Book.

“Please can you put the.. th—hhgmf…” Book had to pause to take a deep breath, as she only just realised she hadn’t been actually breathing for.. God knows how long—her oxygen intake was the least of her concerns a few moments ago. “T—turn the vv…gh..” Despite the lewd performance she just put on for the other girl, for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to say a simple word like ‘vibrator’. 

Was it the crudeness? Too obscene for such a prim and proper girl like her? Or was it because Pillow was eyeing her down as she talked with a piercing look, almost as if she was trying to extract the word out of her. 

“Ohmyword, please just—“ Book covered her face with her hands, the yearning becoming too great to bear. “—turn the vibrator back on!!” 

Pillow’s eyebrows raised, bemused, and she let out a small chuckle, before narrowing her gaze and standing up. “Hmm, how about.. no,” She said sternly, leaning back in to emphasise the last word in a whisper. “Maybe if you used your manners I would’ve turned it back on..” She fiddled with the remote in her hand, lightly pressing her thumb on the button, but not applying enough pressure to properly click it. 

To poor Book, the taunt was a dangled carrot—the pleasure so close, yet just out of reach. “Nooo… I—I...” Book mewled, mustering up an apology, but being interrupted by fingernails dragging down her spine, eliciting a stifled gasp as her back arched at the touch. The slight pain when Pillow’s sharp nails hitched against her cover was addictive, sending a shiver through her body, and a soft moan coming with it.

Pillow backed away for a second, studying Book’s expression with a smile and quickly jotting something down in her notebook, before lunging back toward her and digging her nails into her sides. 

“Aaggh!—Oh my wwhh..” Book let out a sudden, shameless moan as her body tensed, throwing her head(?) back as if she had been affected by whiplash. Pillow retracted her hands, instead leaning in to place gentle kisses where she had left marks. “That feel good, Bookie?” She asked softly between small pecks, smirking when Book’s hand reached to grab onto her fabric. 

“Yes, oh god, yes, ghh.. S—so good..” She gasped, her breaths coming uneven and chest heaving in pleasure. 

“Even the pain?” Pillow cooed, lightly tracing the pad of her finger down Book’s thigh, chuckling softly at her desperate squirming.

“Yes…” Book muttered, leaving her statement unfinished, omitting the last part: “It felt even better than the kisses.” 

“Is that so?” Pillow teased, her eyebrows raised in playful suspicion. Book avoided her gaze, looking away from the other girl, hiding her blush. “Hm, so I guess you’d enjoy this as well?” Pillow smirked, giving no time for Book to react when she forcefully pinched her cover, tilting her to face forwards again, and pouncing into a strong kiss on the lips. 

Book squeaked and her eyes widened, but she soon melted into the kiss, pressing their bodies together. 

She was in bliss, but she didn’t expect it when Pillow bit down on her bottom lip, hard. Yes, it was a surprise, but by no means did it take her from her ecstasy—if anything, it only increased her pleasure. She let out a stunned moan into Pillow’s mouth, her teeth still keeping a strong grasp on her lip. 

When Pillow pulled away, she giggled at Book’s awestruck face, her jaw hanging open, giving Pillow a good look at the damage she’d done to her bottom lip. Gently holding her chin(?), Pillow used her thumb to wipe off the small beads of blood emerging from the bite. Book watched in shock as she brought her thumb up to her mouth and proceed to suck the blood off of it, tasting the crimson liquid like it was wine. 

She gave a quiet hum of approval, and pulled out her notebook once again to write in it, leaving Book dumbfounded in front of her.  

“W.. What was… Why did that feel so…” Book stuttered, lost for words. Pain was the body’s response to dangerous stimuli—a way of telling you to take care and leave the situation—so why was Book enjoying it so much? 

“Good?” Pillow suggested in a melodic tone, still writing.

“Exhilarating,” Book corrected, her built-in thesaurus helping her describe the pleasure she just felt.

“I don’t know what that means, but I’m guessing it means good, right?” Pillow chirped, and Book replied with nothing but a frantic nod, a droopy smile plastered on her face. 

After a moment of silent pondering, Pillow stuffed her notebook back into her case, and wordlessly opened Book, searching for a definition. 

“P—pillow..! What are you…??” Book questioned, softly grabbing onto one of her arms with a frail hand. It felt like Pillow was trying to be as teasing as she possibly could—dragging and fondling her pages as she speedily flipped through them. Book crossed her legs, squeezing them together as she bit back her gasps.

Finally, Pillow stopped rifling through her, and tapped a finger on her page. “Recite the definition of.. ‘masochist’, for me,” Pillow smirked, speaking in a lower, suggestive tone. 

“A person who derives sexual gratification from their own pain or suffering,” Book immediately stated, sticking up her pointer finger to the sky as a reflex. “O—oh…” Book mumbled in a moment of realisation.

“Hm, that sound fitting?” Pillow hummed teasingly, tracing her fingernail around the definition, occasionally digging into the paper. 

Book whimpered like a puppy when Pillow moved to sit down on her lap, straddling her again. It was almost becoming painful now—her throbbing clit was just aching for stimulation, her neediness excruciating. She was physically unable to reply, her mind clouded over with thoughts, feelings, and arousal—oh, the arousal. 

“Does it?” Pillow repeated, sinking her talons into the page, a faint ripping sound audible. “You think you’re a masochist?” 

“Aah..! Maybe, mm—ghh.. Yesss…” Book blurted, arching into Pillow’s touch. 

“Oh, perfect…” Pillow purred menacingly into Book’s ear, her hot breath fogging up Book’s senses.