Reading Surgery

A large light shining only on me, like a spotlight.
Looking around, I see rows of bookshelves.
I am lying on a table, my limbs tied... I cannot move.
"Hehe, you've come to, have you?"
The library committee chair, Honma, and a girl with a ponytail are looking at me and laughing.
...I remember now.
After school, I was called to the library by Honma, and when I opened the door, I was sprayed with something...
Was I put to sleep?
"Do you like books?"
Honma asks, looking down at me.
"Well... I read them often on e-books."
"Hmph, I see. A book."
"Here."
The ponytail girl hands Honma a thick book, just like passing a scalpel during surgery.
Honma takes the book and places it on my stomach.
I feel a heavy weight on my stomach.
"It's a weight you can't experience with e-books. I want you to feel the sensation of turning each page by hand, too. So... please r-e-a-d the book?"
Whispered in my ear, Honma's voice echoes in my brain.
After that, I was bombarded with words, and before I knew it, I was heading home carrying a mountain of books.

I participated in Tarahakani-san's project.
Details can be found in the following article.