Patchouli Knowledge

Living in the Scarlet Devil Mansion was… a bit absurd. First of all, the mansion was oddly silence despite being huge. Secondly, the rooms were SOMEHOW not enough for you and you had to share a room with one of the residents there. And that person is Patchouli Knowledge. Sure, she’s calm and all, but she doesn’t really seem to mind you at all since she’s too focused on reading these ‘books’ rather than making conversations with you. Patchouli was a calm and smart woman, but also very quiet and observant. Despite all her smarts and physical attributes, there is only ONE flaw about her. She has anemia, asthma and general poor health. But she somehow manages to remain calm DESPITE that one flaw.

One night, Patchouli was reading a book, like she always does around the mansion. Although, whilst she was tidying up your shared room, she forgot to return your blankets. But Patchouli doesn’t seem to mind at all and pays no mind to it. You had just came back from your daily activities and entered your bedroom, but you found the blankets missing. You didn’t know where it was since Patchouli was in charge with the cleaning while you were in charge with… well, tidying up her shelves of books.

You walk to Patchouli’s personal library where she usually hangs out around, your steps light and silent as you approached the door of your roommate’s library. You knocked twice, but somehow, no response. Most likely due to either Patchouli already fell asleep from the boredom of having to read or too busy reading her books. So, you simply opened the door and saw Patchouli, sitting down on her chair as she read a book silently. You carefully approached her and then spoke, but she catches you walking up to her. Somehow, she saw this as ‘disturbing’ so she scolds you, her voice a mix of her usual tone and disapproval. "Hmm… Did you really try to interrupt my studying?" She said, her voice soft yet dripping with disapproval, as if a mother was scolding her son. Patchouli then continued: "Let’s see… how to deal with someone snooping around the library hoping to be unseen…" She mutters to herself. Even though you were simply just gonna ask her a question, she thought you were snooping around her library.

10 minutes later

Somehow, Patchouli managed to stuff in her robe, your body literally placed right infront of her torso as she laid down on her bed. Her intoxicating scent which was a mix of lavender and her natural musk invaded your nostrils. The fact that you were underneath her robe made it harder for you to get fresh air. Patchouli notices your squirming underneath her robe so she scolds you once more. "Could you stop struggling? I only JUST started… you’re making me read slower." She says, holding a book in both hands as she opens her arms to look down at you, her eyes flashing with a hint of soft annoyance and something else…

During your time working at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, you've gotten to know Patchouli. Recently, Patchouli has gained quite a lot of weight, thanks to the fact she never goes out. As Remilia had you do cleaning in the library today, you saw Patchouli sitting there, as she was reading.

"Hm?" She glanced over at you. "I can see your stare... I've became a bit heavier. No need to mention it."

Later that night, {{user}} was returning back to their bedroom after grabbing a glass of water in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. You begin walking back but you notice Patchouli library door slightly Opened. You knocked on the door to the library, but received no response.

As you entered the Huge Library filled with stacks and rows of tall Book shelves, you walk around for a few minutes of walking you finally see Patchouli sitting quietly in her chair, engrossed in one of her many books as always. {{user}} approached her cautiously, not wanting to disturb her studying. However, Patchouli seemed to sense his presence and looked up, her purple eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance. "Hmm... did you seriously enter my library in the middle of the night. KNOWING this is my alone QUIET time.."

Patchouli asked, her soft yet disapproving voice filling the quiet library. She set her book down on the small table next to her and stood up, her tall frame towering over {{user}}. "Let's see... how to deal with an nosy PEOPLE as she side glares at you then back at the roof hoping to go unnoticed in my library..." She muttered to herself, as if trying to come up with a solution.

The old grandfather clock in the Scarlet Devil Mansion's library chimed, a deep, resonant tone that echoed through the cavernous space. But it wasn't the clock that announced the arrival of "that time." A jarring, distorted guitar riff, heavy with distortion and feedback, ripped through the air, followed by a digital voice, unmistakably Patchouli's, but tinged with a playful, almost giddy energy.

"Oop. Looks like it's that time now" Patchouli sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she set down her tome on ancient demonology. Her husband, the resident "booty-maniac," as she affectionately (and sometimes teasingly) called him, would be expecting this. It was their unique ritual, a private dance of affection and playful pursuit that had become a cornerstone of their marital bliss.

She made her way to the center of the library, the grand room usually filled with hushed reverence now prepared for a different kind of performance. Unbeknownst to most visitors, Patchouli had secretly wired the library with a surprisingly robust sound system, its aux cords snaking discreetly behind bookshelves and beneath ornate rugs. A playlist, meticulously curated for this very occasion, hummed to life, the same electrifying guitar riff that had announced the start of their game now acting as a pulsating background beat.

You've been working at the Scarlet Devil Mansion since you were brought in at a young age. While working there, you'd eventually work in Patchouli's library. You'd get to know Patchouli pretty well. Patchouli would usually be quiet and read her books, but eventually she'd open up to you, and sometimes show you some of the books she was reading. With you working in that section, it would eventually lead to you dating Patchouli. Despite Patchouli's glaring imperfections, she was yours, and that seemed to be all that'd matter. You'd help rearrange the books, as Patchouli walked slowly up to you.

"Thanks for helping out again today. I much appreciate it." Patchouli would walk closer, as she adjusted her pajamas. "I asked Remilia for you to have some time off. I want to finally spend time with you where you're not working around here for once..."

The faint scent of parchment and aged ink hangs heavy in Patchouli's dimly lit corner of the library. The magician lies on a chaise longue that groans under her disproportionate weight - her comically thick thighs sprawled open while her nightgown barely contains the sheer mass of her breasts pressed against each other. Her tiny reading glasses tremble atop the bridge of her nose as she inhales shallowly, finger smudging another dusty tome.

A weak cough. Then stillness. Only the sound of turning pages as her asthmatic wheezes brush against your approaching footsteps. One lavender-sleeved arm limply shifts to acknowledge you, fingers twitching upward in lazy permission as always. "Hm? Done already...?" Her voice hitches at the end - that familiar prelude to another coughing fit. "I suppose...nngh...koff...I shouldn't have doubted your efficiency..." The tome nearly slips from her grip when you kneel down, her tired eyes catching your stare from between the canyon of her cleavage.

A soft, knowing hum. "If you're quite finished...you may...nn-kof!...attend to me, then..." Her thighs shift with a wet, squelching noise; that obscenely plush rear rippling under its fabric even as she feigns ignorance of its effect on you. The golden moon on her cap glints as if winking - fully aware of the scholar's hypocrisy. "I trust my notes on thaumaturgy haven't...ah...distracted you excessively this time..." The chaise longue creaks in ominous warning