Faust's Idea of Stress-Relief

by Futa_Writer

Summary:

The mood aboard Mephistopheles has slowly been diminishing, and Dante wanted to try and lift the spirts up of the Sinners, but.. They just didn't know how to. Thankfully, Faust knows all, and she's able to come up with an idea: stress relief, by milking all of the female Sinner's cocks.

Only the females, though. While Faust is the most smartest and respectable person you've ever known, she's not sure if she can provide stress relief to all twelve.

Notes:

(i wrote some of this during a mirror dungeon run teehee)

Chapter 1: Don Quixote (Handjob)

Aboard Mephistopheles, the Sinner’s were completely out of it. Fighting Abnormalities, finding Golden Boughs and trying to retrieve them, having six Sinner’s so far having to deal with their past traumas and experiences.. Despite the fact that they were under Dante’s orders and Vergilius’ guidance, when those two are the only leaders you have, then.. Well, sometimes the mood upon the bus would get a bit lacking. Vergilius was.. well, Verglius, meaning that The Red Gaze would practically never start full-on conversations. 

 

Dante was Dante, meaning that they were an awkward little clockhead who sometimes would only make the mood all the awkward. Still, they were trying their best either way. Hell, even Don Quixote herself would sometimes not be enough to lighten the mood, and she’d sometimes hesitate to even speak up when the bus got silent and the atmosphere drained, fearful of a disapproving gaze from Vergilius.

 

Needless to say, Dante needed a way to re-liven the Sinner’s, they just didn’t know how. 

 

They could think on that later however, as Mephistopheles soon came to a halt and Vergilius ordered the Sinner’s to get off the bus for a while. As Dante was about to leave however, Faust requested that they stay for a second.

 

“Dante. Since Faust is Faust, she has noticed that you’ve been struggling to make the others re-enlightened in terms of their spirits, yes?”

 

“ < Uh.. yeah, you could say that. I just don’t know what the heck to do, you know? I’m not all that great at like, supportive talk sometimes.. And I don’t know what else I could do. > “

 

“Faust has an idea. She knows that you will trust her, so she will not ask for if you will trust her on her idea or not.”

 

“< … >”

 

“Faust believes that what we need is some form of stress relief. Faust is more than capable to prescribe this to them, but Faust is afraid she’d only be able to do so to the women.”

 

Dante was about to ask why, but then they realized that they should just keep their mouth shut. 

 

“While Faust is the most knowledgeable and respectable person you have ever laid your eyes upon, she is still unsure if she’d be able to provide stress relief to all twelve of us. For this reason, she has decided to only offer this to the five of us. Namely: Don Quixote, Ryoshu, Ishmael, Rodion, and Outis.”

 

Dante’s curiosity as to what Faust truly had planned was beginning to pick up, but they’ve been staggering on the bus for far too long by now, so they decided to just get off for now and get back to the rest of the Sinner’s. 

 

First on Faust’s list, going in order, was Sinner #3: Don Quixote.

 

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As the other Sinners and Dante moved on, Faust stayed somewhat, calling for Don Quixote to catch her attention.

 

“Don Quixote, may Faust have a moment of your time?”

 

Skipping around, Don Quixote let out a curious hum.

“Doth mine own ears deceive me? Lady Faust wishes to speak to me?” Don cooed, before quickly nodding.

 

“Of course! Mine ears are all opened for thou, what might Lady Faust wish to speak to me about?” 

 

“Don Quixote, Faust is curious. Have you been feeling any sort of stress, or.. An urge that needs relieving, anything of the sort?”

 

Placing a finger on her chin, Don Quixote thought for a second. “Hmmm.. Now that thou hast mentioned it..” Don Quixote trailed off, thinking back to a few days ago where she was a bit less talkative than she was usually, and Vergilius’ stare wasn’t the cause. She wasn’t really sure as to why she felt that way a few days ago, but she supposed that could count as being ‘pent-up’ or something.

 

“I suppose that I have been a little ‘lacking’ lately, as one might say. Mineself does suppose that one could go for a bit of relief, though! Do tell, Lady Faust, art thou and I going to stop for ice-cream?” The blonde little gremlin of a woman exclaimed, her eyes beginning to sparkle with anticipation.

 

“Faust supposes that you could refer to what she has planned as ‘stopping for ice-cream’, yes.” The white-haired woman stated, before beginning to walk to a small and somewhat secluded alley, expecting Don Quixote to follow behind her. They could catch up with Dante and the others later. 

 

“Haha, mineself knew that even Lady Faust herself would not be able to resist the taste of ice cream!” The blonde exclaimed with a proud laugh, following Faust into the alley, figuring that it was a bit of a shortcut to whatever Faust had planned.

 

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Don Quixote could have never expected this, though.

 

SCHLICK, SCHLICK, SCHLICK!

 

“L-Lady Faust, I-I..” Don Quixote tried to speak, but the pleasure that was consuming her was just too much. Faust’s hand gripped onto the blonde Sinner’s throbbing pillar of girlcock, pumping it back and forth as she had Don Quixote pinned up against the wall of the alley, the size difference between the two allowing the blonde to get quite the view of Faust’s large and plump bosom, those two supple and full melons of hers always seeming as if they put quite the strain on her LCB uniform.

 

With every stroke and movement of her hands against Don Quixote’s throbbing cock, Faust’s large bosom would move and bounce around like a hypnotizing pendulum of sorts, only drawing Don Quixote’s attention all the more as the white-haired Sinner kept her gaze focused solely on the blondes own, those piercing-like blue eyes of hers keeping their focus on Don Quixote, taking in every expression, every moan, every slight movement of the shorter Sinner before her.

 

Trying to muffle her moans and whines of pleasure, Don Quixote placed a hand over her mouth, only to have Faust tug at the upper-part of her shaft and tip, eliciting an even lewder moan from the woman. 

 

“There is no need to restrain yourself, nor your noises, Don Quixote. Faust believes that in order for you to feel as good as possible, letting your sounds of pleasure reign free upon this alley would be sufficient.” Faust exclaimed, gaze not faltering from Don Quixote’s own for even the slightest second as her hand continued to work its delicate, yet swift work on Quixote’s throbbing girlcock, feeling the precum oozing out of the tip and beginning to stain her fingers and palm with the translucent ambrosia. 

 

SCHLICK, PUMP, PUMP, SCHLIRCK, SCHLICK!

 

Due to the precum now staining both her hand and Quixote’s member, the wet sounds emitting from the alley as Faust continued to pump her cock only increased all the more, and as Quixote’s moans began to get more frequent, her legs began to quiver, spurts and dollops of precum oozing out of her tip. 

 

“L-Lady Faust, t-thou art t-truly skilled with thine hands, a-are thee.. not..? Hah.. mnh.. b-but, d-do try to slow thy movements down a tad bit, f-for-” 

 

Don Quixote was suddenly cut off as she let out a small mewl of pleasure, her eyelids fluttering as she begin to buck her hips forward into Faust’s hand, the arousal beginning to take her over as her chest began to heave slightly, only pushing against the white-haired womans much larger bosom all the more. 

 

“N-Nay, I-I have changed my mind, p-please, Lady Faust..” Don Quixote cooed out, her lips quivering almost as much as her legs, small sparkles beginning to form in her eyes. “P-Please, keep thine movements going..!”

 

“Faust never planned on stopping until you reached your peak climax, Don Quixote. There is no need to worry, for Faust has already planned this through.” 

 

And with that, using her free hand that wasn’t currently jerking off Quixote, Faust’s hand moved down to cup both of the blondes plump and full balls, rolling those orbs around in her fingers, fondling and squeezing them softly as she continued to jerk her off, thumb rubbing over the tip. 

 

At this point, Faust and Don Quixote’s faces were incredibly close to one another, and the strict contrast between Quixote’s blushing, flushed face and heavy breathing compared to Faust’s collected, almost emotionless one as she kept her neutrality up was incredibly clear. Don Quixote’s breathing got more ragged and rapid than before, cock twitching even more furiously than before, signaling that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. 

 

“Don Quixote, are you getting close? Faust will take the throbbing of your penis as a yes, and so, Faust has one request of you.” Faust stated bluntly, the pace of her hands only picking up all the more as she stared deep into Quixote’s sparkling eyes. 

 

“Faust wants you to cum. Cum for Faust. Let Faust take care of your penis, and let Faust feel all of your cum against her hand. Cum for her.”

 

Oh my.

 

SPPPLUURTTT! SPLLURT, SPPPLUURRPPTT!

 

Don Quixote’s eyes widened for a second as her entire body convulsed with pleasure, eyelids fluttering in pure ecstasy before she squeezed them shut, cock throbbing furiously and her plump and full balls clenched, moaning out as she reached the peak of her orgasm, thick ropes of sticky and hot cum splurting out of her tip and onto Faust’s hand, slowly trickling down her digits and onto the alley-floor. 

 

Faust’s ministrations of her hands and fingers didn’t stop, even as Quixote reached her orgasm, the white-haired woman fully planning on draining the blonde Sinner for all she had in those balls of hers, and as Quixote’s rapid breathing slowly began to soften, and as she felt those splurts of semen begin to diminish alongside the softening of her cock, Faust knew that this session was over.

 

Tightening her grip on Quixote’s cock around the upper-shaft and tip, Faust squeezed out just a few more, now pathetic spurts of semen from Quixote, before she finally removed her hands grip on her cock, inspecting the mess that Quixote had now made on it. Taking out a napkin from her pocket, Faust quickly cleaned her hand up of any remaining stains of thick cum, before handing it to the panting Quixote, the blonde still panting as she came down from the high of her orgasm, taking the napkin with shaking hands, her now flaccid-cock still leaking excess semen unto the floor.

 

“Faust believes that this will suffice. She will now go re-group with the others, and Faust believes that you should as well.” 

 

And with that, the white-haired woman turned around and walked out of the alley, leaving Quixote to clean herself up.

 

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Once everything was said and done, and the Sinners got what they needed as requested by Vergilius, they all made their way back to Mephistopheles. Taking a seat next to Dante, Faust glanced over at Quixote, then at Dante as they began to speak.

 

“< So.. uh.. Faust, what exactly did you do?”

 

“Faust just tended to Don Quixote’s needs. That is all.”

 

“< … >” 

 

Once again, Dante decided not to question what that even meant. They felt as if Faust wouldn’t give them a clear answer, anyways.

 

With that, however, as Mephistopheles roared to life, and as Charon announced that they’d be ‘vroom-vrooming’, Faust glanced over to the next Sinner, the one who had an incredibly unique view of what is considered art and what is not.

 

Sinner #4, Ryoshu.

Chapter 2: Ryoshu (Blowjob)

Summary:

Ryoshu knew what Faust and Quixote had done a few days ago. Stress relief, huh? That was certainly something the ravenette could get behind.

Notes:

This took so long to come out because I was severely lacking any motivation to write, but get ready for Faust SUCKING GIRLCOCK

Upon Mephistopheles, Faust made a mental note in her mind towards who’d be next as she stared out the window at the passing buildings zooming past her, alongside the shaking and rumbling of the bus that only furthered caused the white-haired Sinner to sink further into her own mind. Eventually, however, the bus came to a halt. The Sinner’s were obviously confused as to what could possibly be the reason for their sudden stop, to which Vergilius notified them all that they’d be taking a small detour from their route. His reasoning? Charon wanted to experience the sweet delight that is.. Ice-cream in the Backstreets. Wonderful.

Understandably, most of the Sinner’s couldn’t even muster up the courage to let out an exhausted sigh, fearful of the Red Gaze’s.. gaze. If this is what they gotta do, it’s what they gotta do. But.. Backstreets ice-cream? Seriously?

As the Sinner’s got up off their seats and left, Don Quixote couldn’t help but glance towards Faust, only to receive the white-haired Sinner’s unmoving stare in return, before the blonde quickly hopped off the bus with a finger pointing forward, trying to hide that she was clearly thinking about what happened between the two. “Thou not needn’t worry, Lady Charon! Thine request has been heard, and we shall fulfill it! Onwards!”

Before Faust could begin to follow behind the group, a sudden and firm hand was placed upon her shoulder. 

“H.O.”

She was suddenly halted in her tracks as Ryoshu firmly held on to her shoulder. As Faust turned around, she watched as the ravenette puffed out a cloud of smoke, a cigarette held in between her fingers.
“Ryoshu. Faust is curious as to what you’d want from her. You never make any effort to try and attempt to converse with her, after all.”

“Of course I don’t. With your constant yapping, I’m surprised nobody here has tried to K.Y.I.A yet.” Ryoshu stated, taking another hit of her cigarette, the silence forming around the two enough to be deafening. After a few seconds, she puffed out another cloud of smoke, her eyes trailing up and down Faust’s body, almost as if she were studying the white-haired woman.

“I know what you did with that blonde maniac.” Ryoshu stated bluntly, to which Faust, as usual, had no reaction on her face. She kept quiet, allowing the ravenette to speak up once more.

“You’re an idiot. ‘Faust knows all outcomes’, doesn’t she? And yet..” Ryoshu’s expression turned sinister, her eyes narrowing as she glanced down to Faust’s curvaceous and wide hips. “She couldn’t tell that there was a small dollop of semen still left on her pants.”

“You must be mistaken, Ryoshu. Faust would never make such a simple mist-”

“-And yet you did.” Ryoshu cut her off, approaching the woman just a tad bit closer now. “So, what's this all about, huh? Are you nothing more than an S.L.U.T?”

“No, and Faust would find it pleasing If you wouldn't refer to her as one. What Faust did with Don Quixote was simply a way for her to relieve stress.” 

Raising a brow, Ryoshu took another puff. “Relieve stress? How simplistic.” She stated bluntly, before speaking once more, a small smirk written on her expression. “However, I must admit, simplicity isn't necessarily revolting. If I were you, however, I'd find ways to make things more exciting.” 

With that, Ryoshu walked past Faust, making her way back to the group walking ahead. Faust simply watched as she walked away, curious as to what this little talk truly was about. 

 

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“Manager, if I may, I’d suggest that you pick the vanilla flavor. Someone as great and as strategically-sound as you must know that vanilla has the superior taste.” Outis stated, to which Heathcliff quickly barged in.

“Oi, can you lot not have a literal argument about which flavor of ice-cream is better? Cripes, you blokes are a lost cause.”

“Sire Heathcliff, take a lick of this! It’s crab-flavored!” Don Quixote exclaimed, shoving the ice-cream right in Heath’s face. “Is it not just simply amazing?!”

“O-Oi, get that crap outta my face!”

This was definitely a situation, and one that Faust felt as if she should not comment on. She’s not about to use her superior intellect to figure out what type of ice-cream Charon would like the most, that’d be a waste. As her eyes drifted on towards something in the distance, she was quickly reeled back in as Ryoshu, once again, placed a hand on Faust’s shoulder.

 

“Ryosh-”

 

Before she could have a chance to speak, Faust was suddenly pulled by the arm by the ravenette smoker, to which Faust didn’t resist. She was curious as to this sudden physical advancement from Ryoshu, and she wanted to see this through. She was dragged away from the group of Sinner’s and dragged behind the building and little stall that the Sinner’s were getting the ice-cream from, before Ryoshu moved her hand upwards to grip unto Faust’s shoulder.

“Stress relief. That’s what a S.L.U.T like you is providing, yeah?”

“Ryoshu, Faust has already stated that she’d like it if you didn’t refer to her in such a derogatory way. She’d expect you to follow the orders gi-”

“Shut up.”

With that, Ryoshu’s grip on Faust’s shoulder tightened for a moment, before the ravenette suddenly forced Faust onto her knees, leaving Ryoshu towering over her as she took a puff. Without saying anything else for now, and in the blink of an eye, Ryoshu had hooked unto the hem of her pants and underwear both, pulling them off just enough for her already erect and twitching girlcock to spring free from its confines, hovering and pulsating right above Faust’s face as the stoic woman simply stared up.

“Loitering around these crappy Backstreets has been giving me a real headache. Pure artistically-lacking views every which way. Bodies strewn about the streets, but lacking any sense of artistry. Limbs aren’t severed, heads aren’t dismembered, it’s an utterly distasteful sight.”

Taking another puff of her cigarette, she blew out a cloud of smoke.. Before flicking the cigarette downwards, the lit cig bouncing off of Faust’s cheek and onto the ground, before Ryoshu grabbed ahold of her aching, twitching member. 

“Which is why you’ll be providing me with some S.R this time around, S.L.U.T.”

Faust’s attention turned to the Sinner’s, whom she could still hear discussing and arguing about the ice-cream. They were only around two seconds or more away, distance wise. She then glanced back up towards Ryoshu - well, as much eye-contact as she could make, what with her cock right above her.

“Does the act of possibly getting caught not intimidate you?”

“No, it doesn’t. I did say that I’d suggest you make things more exciting earlier, didn’t I? This is exciting.” 

“If that is what you wish. However, Faust must notify you, that if we get caught during this ordeal, she will not be able to cover for y-”

GLK!

“You talk too much.”

With that, Faust was quickly silenced by Ryoshu grabbing ahold of her head, tugging on a tuft of her hair, before slamming her hips forward.. Practically forcing her cock to bury itself completely balls-deep inside of Faust’s mouth. Though it wasn’t noticeable, Faust’s eyes widened ever so slightly.. If you weren’t paying attention or looking very closely, you wouldn’t even be able to tell. 

Her nose pressed up against Ryoshu’s crotch, the white-haired Sinner continuing to look upwards.. her gaze kept completely on Ryoshu’s own for the entire time. This was nothing that Faust couldn’t handle, and she knew this well. So when Ryoshu placed both her hands onto Faust’s head and began to thrust forward, and as the surrounding area began to get filled with the sounds of schlurping and suckling, Faust didn’t falter. 

SCHLURP, SCLUURP, SCHLURP!

This was exactly what Ryoshu needed, no doubt about it. Though she can’t get into the.. detailed descriptions, there were only two ways for Ryoshu to get off: (1. Blood and [CENSORED]. And 2nd, a good blowjob from an S.L.U.T, as she referred to it.) Faust was definitely fulfilling that second requirement, no doubt. Ryoshu’s mouth grew agape just ever so slightly, allowing the ravenette to let out a few couple pants and grunts, her voice growing slightly husky and hoarse already. 

Her pent-up, aching, pulsating and cum-churning cumtanks shmacked against the underside of Faust’s chin, saliva dripping down from the white-haired woman’s mouth and trickling downwards to her chin, only making Ryoshu’s balls begin to glisten with saliva as well. There was one thing that ticked Ryoshu off, however.. And that was the fact that she couldn’t even make Faust truly gag, or for her to show any emotion - any signs of her struggling during this.

Of course, Faust was Faust. This meant that no matter the situation, Faust would always be the greatest at whatever it was, and it was clear that this was true, as even while her throat was completely being railed and fucked, the white-haired Sinner showed no emotion, showed no gag reflex, showed no signs of faltering.. And that only pissed Ryoshu off just a tad bit more. 

The ravenette let out a low chuckle, cock beginning to twitch and throb even further than before. You’ve gotta be kidding.. It had only been a few minutes by now, and yet she was already getting close to cumming? Ryoshu couldn’t believe it, but she let out another husky chuckle as she grinned, eyes narrowing as her thrusts began to pick up in speed and pace, beginning to slowly lack any rhythm as she thrusted wildly, drool, spit, and saliva beginning to pool underneath the two.  

The two didn’t exchange any words - not like Faust even could at the moment - Ryoshu was just focused on one thing, and one thing only: her own pleasure, and Faust was providing just that expertly. Her tongue swirled around the tip, swirled around the shaft.. swirled around the base. Lips wrapped themselves even firmer than before around Ryoshu’s cock, tongue licking and flicking at the ravenette’s urethra, lapping up all of that salty precum that oozed out.

Ryoshu’s sinister grin only widened on her expression as she began to reach climax, hips pistoning forward at an even greater pace, the shmacking of her balls against Faust’s chin and face only beginning to increase in volume all the more.. And as her cock began to twitch and throb furiously, and as her balls began to pulse, Ryoshu knew she was about to finally reach her peak. 

“Damn.. mnh.. heh, what a crappy.. e-expression you’re making.. No emotion at a-all.. Allow me to paint over that face of yours.. w-with.. Ngh.. my true artistic beauty..”

This was all Ryoshu’s way of saying: “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your face, lol.”

With a few more thrusts, Ryoshu let out a airy gasp for a quick breath, eyes narrowing as she gave one last final thrust.. holding onto Faust’s head as she pushed the white-haired Sinner’s face towards her crotch, her nose pressing right up against it once again as Ryoshu finally reached her climax, cock buried balls-deep inside of Faust’s warm and wet mouth.

SPLURPPT, SPLURT!

Faust could feel as Ryoshu’s hot and warm, precum-oozing cock pulsated and throbbed.. splurting out thick ropes of cum with every twitch, every pulse, filling her mouth up with the ravenette’s hot load.

Suddenly however, Ryoshu pulled Faust’s head back enough for her cock to slip out of her mouth with a wet and audible ‘pop’!, before the ravenette quickly began to jerk herself off. This must be the ‘paint over that face of yours’ part that Ryoshu was speaking about, as just a second after this, more and more thick ropes of semen began to pump out of Ryoshu’s tip in thick spurts..

SPLUUURT, SPLLLLPRTT, SPPLURTPPT!

..and those thick ropes ended up coating Faust’s face, truly covering her in Ryoshu’s essence. 

Faust closed her eyes, gulping down whatever left of Ryoshu’s semen was still inside her mouth. Still holding on to her now slowly softening cock, the ravenette couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the sight presented before her.

“That’s better. A much better coat of paint for your bland expression.”

“If that is what you think, Ryoshu.”

“Obviously. A S.L.U.T like you h-”

Before Ryoshu could finish her sentence, a sudden voice cut through her own, causing the ravenette to halt her sentence as she glanced over to the side at the slowly approaching voice.

“Hey, you two are behind here, right? Dante couldn’t figure out what the hell you two would like, so they ended up picking vanilla for both of y-”

As the voice rounded the corner, a lock of orange hair and a freckled face which harbored an utterly bewildered expression was presented. 

“..Well, this has certainly gotten interesting.” Ryoshu added.

Chapter 3: Ishmael (Thighjob)

Summary:

After having just sucked off Ryoshu, Faust and her ended up getting caught in the act by none other than Ishmael. She says she'd rather just forget she ever saw this, but Faust has other plans as she notices the ginger-haired woman's bulge.

Notes:

I apologize for this taking so long to come out, I've been severely unmotivated to write, but I wanted to continue this so I don't end up corroding-

“Ishmael, the ice-cream you're holding is melting.” 

 

Faust stated bluntly, getting up from her knees, not even bothering to wipe the leftover white ‘paint’ that Ryoshu had splattered all over her face just yet.

 

It took Ishmael a second to respond - though it seemed like months - the freckled woman trying to gather her thoughts as her mind tried to wrap Itself around the situation that she was currently presented with. She's overcome the Waves, overcome Ahab, overcome the loss of her Pequod crew, and yet… Ishmael felt as if she couldn't wrap her mind around this. 

 

She didn't even properly register Faust's statement until after she felt the cream beginning to trail down her knuckle, causing her eyes to widen for a moment as her brain finally got back on track and down the rails of her mind. 

 

“W-What… Just what the hell are you two doing?”

 

Taking a tissue out of her pocket, Faust wiped the remaining essence off of her face.

“Faust was helping Ryoshu relieve some stress,” She spoke, before staring down at the tissue, now sticky with Ryoshu's thick fluid. “And in order to do so, Faust resorted to-” 

 

“She resorted to ‘S.M.C’,” Ryoshu butted in with a smirk, before swiftly pulling up her pants and taking a cigarette out of her pocket. “She's a good S.L.U.T.” 

 

“Ryoshu, Faust has already told you not to refer to her in such a manner.”

 

Ryoshu simply smirked in response. 

 

At this point, the ice-cream that Ishmael was still holding had already melted, yet… despite everything, despite the scenario she was shown, despite the racing thoughts swirling around her mind, despite the overwhelming urge she had to just leave and not even question what she saw anymore… 

 

Ishmael couldnt help but think about how that must have felt for Ryoshu. To make someone as… Cold and distant as Ryoshu climax? And, judging by the amount of semen that adorned Faust's face, make her orgasm that hard? 

 

She couldn't help but think about how it'd feel for her, too. 

 

“O-Okay, listen… Ryoshu, I… don't even know what to say to you, but… Faust? Seriously?” Ishmael spoke, about to cross her arms together, before she remembered that, oh, yes, she was still holding ice cream. Letting out a groan, Ishmael rolled her eyes. 

 

“L-Listen, you two-” 

 

“Lady Ishmael! Where doth have thee vanished to?!” A voice rang out before Ishmael could finish, to which running footsteps were heard coming down the alley, and before long, Don Quixote popped in. 

 

“Ah, there you are, Lady Ishmael!” Quixote exclaimed, before her smile contorted into a confused stare as she glanced over at the two other girls. 

 

“Erm… Thine are not where I was expecting to see… Pray tell, L-Lady Faust, have… Ahem, have thou been performing thine ‘acts’ upon Lady Ryoshu and Lady Ishmael a-as well…?” 

 

“Ryoshu, yes. Ishmael, no.” 

 

Ishmael was even more confused now. 

 

“Hold on, ‘as well'?” She questioned, glancing over at Quixote with a raised brow. “Don Quixote, has… Faust done these… ‘things’ to you, too?” 

 

“Uhm, erm… W-Well… Verily, yes… But… One would rather not get into the detailed parts, a-as… Thinking about that usually tends to cause mine crotch-region to feel-” Quixote quickly cut herself off before she could admit anything else, and she quickly cleared her throat. 

 

“R-Regardless, Lady Ishmael has been found, s-so I will not halt your session any longer!” Quixote exclaimed, her cheeks flushed as she quickly ran over to Ishmael, taking the ice-cream from her and bolting away.

 

Letting out an exhausted sigh, Ishmael rubbed her temple as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. 

 

“A-Alright, listen… All I'll say is, you two and… Whoever else Faust does this with, need to stop. I'm not gonna cover for you if someone else aside from me finds out about this, got that? And who knows what'd happen to you two if Vergilius caught wind of this.”

 

Letting out a sigh, Ishmael placed a hand on her hip. 

 

“So, I'll just… Forget about this, and forget it ever happened, okay? I'll just leave, and…” 

 

“No, you're not.” 

 

“...Excuse me?” 

 

Ryoshu puffed a cloud of smoke from her cigarette, before flicking it over in Ishmael's direction as the ravenette approached her.

“You're not leaving.” 

 

Ishmael's brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as she tensed her stance a bit, gaze not leaving the ravenette's own for even a second. 

 

“And what makes you so sure about that?” 

 

With a smirk, Ryoshu chuckled, gesturing downwards, before Faust spoke. 

 

“Ishmael, Faust predicts that if you were to return to Mephistopheles in such a state, you would face a challenge greater than the Waves.” 

 

“...What? What the hell are you two…” Ishmael trailed off as she glanced downwards, only for her mind to finally catch up with her physical reaction: she’s gained an erection. Almost immediately, Ishmael’s freckled cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly brought her hands down to cover her crotch best she could. “T-This… isn’t what it looks like!”

 

“Faust thinks it is exactly what it looks like, Ishmael.” Faust quickly replied back, hips swaying softly as she approached the flustered ginger, gaze locked on to her eyes. 

 

“If Ishmael would like for her to do so, Faust can take care of that for you.”

 

Ishmael’s eyes widened even further, every part of her body telling her to just get the hell out of dodge, this situation was too embarrassing! She’s gone through Hell before, so why was this situation making her heart race faster than when she faced Ahab?

 

Ishmael’s heart raced as she took an instinctive step backward, eyes darting between Ryoshu and Faust. The sudden intimacy in their gestures left her on edge, and her usual composure was slipping.

 

"Faust… I-I don’t think that’s necessary," Ishmael stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks burned hotter. “Really, I… should just leave-”

 

Ryoshu, watching the tension unravel, let out a low chuckle. "You know," she mused, her voice soft but taunting, "You’re terrible at hiding your wants. S.H.I.T." 

 

Ishmael’s body tensed even further, trapped between the two as Faust continued to approach. "There's no need to be embarrassed," Faust spoke, her words unnervingly calm. Though, that was just how Faust always spoke. "Faust has already taken care of Don Quixote and Ryoshu. According to Faust’s list, you are the next Sinner in line for stress relief, Ishmael. Faust believes it would be best to do this right now.”

 

Ishmael swallowed hard, desperate to find a way out, yet unable to tear her gaze from the two before her. Was it really possible to face this with the same resolve she showed inside the Whale? She wasn’t sure. The idea was terrifying, yet - something within her… Pulsed. Pulsed against her chest, aching to be let out…

 

Her lust.

 

Much as she tried to deny it, the thought of how Ryoshu must have been feeling earlier before she arrived at the end of the session continued to swirl around Ishmael’s mind… Imagining how Faust’s mouth must have felt, how her tongue must have felt, how her breath must have felt… All in all, these thoughts only led to Ishmael’s bulge becoming more prominent.

 

Ishmael closed her eyes… Going silent for a moment as she balled her fist, before finally speaking. 

 

“G-Goddammit… I can’t believe I got roped into this…” She muttered under her breath, before letting out a sigh as she opened her eyes once more, staring into Faust’s eyes.

 

“...Fine. Faust, I… I’ll accept your… stress relief… I suppose.”

 

“Faust is glad to hear that.” She spoke, getting closer to Ishmael as her hands moved downwards to Ishmael’s crotch with poise, before she halted as Ishmael spoke. 

 

Glancing upwards, Faust looked over to where Ishmael’s gaze had drifted off to. 

 

“L-Listen, Ryoshu… Do… you think you could leave? I… I’m not entirely sure I’d like you just… staring.”

 

Ryoshu chuckled, taking out another cigarette and placing it inbetween her fingers. “Mm… What is art without a viewer to witness its intricacies?”

 

Ishmael glared at the ravenette for a moment… Before letting out a sigh as she turned her attention back to Faust, whom’s fingers were halted mere inches away from the hem of her pants.

 

“Faust wouldn't try and convince Ryoshu, she knows that she can be quite stubborn.” Faust spoke as her hands trailed further down the freckled-woman’s hips, before her fingers hooked on to the hem of Ishamel’s pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal a pair of… surprisingly adorable panties, adorned with repeating, small little symbols of orange goldfish plastered around the cloth.

 

Almost immediately, Ishmael clenched up… squeezing her legs together in an attempt to hide her revealing bottom-half. It didn’t help that her bulge was still quite prominent, either, which only caused her flushed, freckled cheeks to darken with all the more embarrassment. 

 

Of course, the reveal of such a pair of clothing choice would obviously get a reaction out of Ryoshu, to which the ravenette Sinner smirked, letting out a low chuckle. 

 

“Hmph… Are you proud of wearing such… Unappealing outerwear?”

 

Ishmael’s cheeks only deepened all the more with a shade of pink, brows furrowing as her eyes narrowed, staring daggers into Ryoshu’s gaze, to which Faust quickly pulled her back as the white-haired Sinner’s palm brushed over Ishmael’s bulge. 

 

“Ryoshu, Faust would appreciate it if you did not belittle Ishmael’s choice of clothing.”

 

Ryoshu only smirked in response.

As Ishmael let out a low moan from feeling Faust’s palm rub against her bulge through her panties, her face only heated up all the more. Has Faust always looked so… attractive? Have her hips always been so wide? Have her breasts always been straining against her LCB outfit like… that? Have her thighs always looked so plump, succulent, juicy and thick? 

 

All these thoughts coursing throughout Ishmael's head about the white-haired Sinner before her only caused that cock of hers to twitch and throb all the more, eliciting Faust to start palming and rubbing her digits all over Ishmael's bulge even more than before… 

 

“Look at how much shes squirming… Truly, an absolute virgin.”

 

Ishmael decided not to comment on Ryoshu’s sparky Statement, instead continuing to gaze her eyes all over Faust's body. She needed to see her bare body on display. She needed to see those thick thighs that led to an equally as thick, if not Even more, piece of absolute bootyfat… She needed-

 

Fwoop!

 

Ishmael was quickly brought out of her fantasies as Faust pulled down her panties to her ankles in one fell swoop, causing the ginger-haired woman's erect cock to spring free from underneath the cloth, almost booping Faust on the nose with her already glistening cockhead. 

 

Now that her member was fully exposed, it definitely was quite the… marvel, to take in. Right underneath a trimmed, orange-tinted tuft of pubic hair held a thick, girthy and veiny pillar of uncircumcised girlcock-meat. A bead of precum on the tip slowly dribbled down Ishmael’s throbbing shaft, forming into a small line that slowly oozed down from her cock. 

 

Ishmael's half-hidden tip listened with precum, just begging to be cleaned up and licked… But, unfortunately, Faust had other ways of dealing with this. 

 

“Faust has taken notice of just how hard you seem to be struggling with your erection, Ishmael. So, Faust will take care of this.” The white-haired Sinner stated, before beginning to take off her own pair of pants… Slowly but surely, more and more of Faust’s boner-inducing, eye-catching wide hips were revealed to a very pleased Ishmael, the freckled woman staring intently downwards. 

 

“Holy… shit…” Ishmael muttered out under her breath, feeling as her heart began to thump even faster against her chest. The way Faust slowly hiked her pants downwards felt like torture with how slow she was going, it felt like a damn eternity of anticipation… But that anticipation only grew further as Faust struggled just ever so slightly to pull her pants further down. Good lord, was her ass really that enormous? Ishmael soon got the answer to her mental question, as with more force than before, Faust managed to pull down her pants to the underside of her enormous, juicy, gelatinous-like and massive bootymeat, causing quite the enticing wobble, followed by quite the audible clap! to be heard throughout the area.

 

As Faust tried to keep pulling her pants downwards, she then suddenly stopped. “Faust is not surprised by this revelation. She has always struggled with putting her pants on, so she figures keeping them half-way down for this would be the better option.”

 

“But, I-”

 

“Faust expected you to like this, Ishmael,” Faust interrupted, approaching the ever-more flustered woman… wrapping her fingers around her aching and throbbing cock, pulling back softly to unsheathe that sensitive and precum-glistening tip of hers. “She had taken notice of how much you stare at her thighs and lower-posterior, after all. Faust knows where you look, Ishmael.”

 

“I…”

 

“Because of this, Faust will allow you to put your penis in between her ‘thick and juicy thighs’, as I’ve heard you mutter before.” She stated bluntly, before placing her free hand on Ishmael’s shoulder… Gaze continuously kept on the flustered and slightly quivering ginger-haired woman’s own, unmoving as the hand that was kept on Ishmael’s throbbing and fully diamond-hard cock pumped it for a few strokes… Before Faust slowly parted her plump and full, thick thighs, slowly allowing Ishmael herself to move her hips forward… To feel her cock slowly being nestled inbetween that plump haven. 

 

Unfortunately… Ishmael hesitated. She’s never been this… flustered before. She hated the fact that she was hesitating for something like this. It was stupid… Yet, as she stared down at Faust herself holding on to her shaft, and her thick and large, juicy thighs behind her cock as well? It was like it was a complete sensory overload, and it might as well have been. When was the last time Ishmael relieved herself by ejaculating? What if she was a quickshot? What if all it took was five pumps inbetween Faust’s thighs for her to cum-

 

 

“Irritating. H.T.F.U.” 

 

Ryoshu’s voice suddenly cut through the silence between Ishmael and Faust as the white-haired Sinner waited for Ishmael to make a move, causing Ishmael to snap out of her daze for a moment. Oh, right. Ryoshu was still here. Before Ishmael could react, her entire body shuddered as she felt Ryoshu’s hands move down to her hips, the ravenette now standing behind the flustered woman. 

 

“Hesitation… How unsightly.” 

 

“Wait, R-Ryoshu, what are…” 

 

“S.T.F.U.” 

 

With that acronym, Ryoshu slowly nudged Ishmael's hips forward with her hands, the sound of Ishmael moaning softly and the feeling of her shuddering felt absolutely divine to the ravenette, who couldn't help but smirk to herself. Now, that… is pure art. 

 

Her cock slowly but surely slipped inbetween Faust's thick thighs, softly pulling her foreskin back to expose more of that sensitive tip of hers. Once her cock was fully shafted Inbetween Faust's godly thighs, Ryoshu decided to take the wheel once more. 

 

“Start.” 

 

Was all she said, before Ishmael, heart racing and cock throbbing furiously, slowly began to move her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm, feeling both Faust's gaze burning unto hers, and Ryoshu's gaze directly on her cock. 

 

“Oh, God… Faust, y-your thighs…” 

 

“Enjoy yourself, Ishmael. Faust will allow you to take things at your own pace.” 

 

And Ishmael planned on doing just that, continuing to move her hips back and forth, letting out soft moans every few seconds. She felt Ryoshu's hands slowly move away from her hips and up to her shoulders, causing her heart to race even further than before. 

 

Ishmael's breath slowly became ragged and uneven in rhythm, her hands that were staying daintily on Faust's hips slowly moving more downwards, curling around her waist, fingers brushing against both of Faust’s thick, perfectly round and plump cheeks. 

 

“Faust, can… Can I…?” 

 

“Yes.” 

 

As soon as she got confirmation, Ishmael's digits gripped on to the plump meat that was Faust's utterly superior derriere, groping and squeezing those gelatinous-like globes of jiggly bootymeat within her grasp as her hips began to thrust forward at a faster pace, the impact of Ishmael’s own hips against Faust's causing the white-haired Sinner's juicy and thick thighs to jiggle and ripple. 

 

“Hm… Thrusting quite fast, ginger.” Ryoshu stated, her smirk unfading as she could feel her own cock beginning to harden once more, bulging against her pants. However, Ryoshu wasn’t going to focus on her own pleasure right now, no… She's already getting pleasure just from witnessing this intricate moment. 

 

PLAP, SHMACK, WHAP, CLAP!

 

With every thrust of her hips, Ishmael's aching and plump balls shmacked against Faust's inner-thighs, only adding to the arousing situation presented. Ishmael's hands began to grope and squeeze unto Faust’skin cheeks even firmer than before, squeezing and wobbling those malleable mounds of bootydough in her grasp, all the while her hips continued to thrust, her panting and moaning continuing as the sounds of skin shmacking against skin resonated throughout the area all the more. 

 

 

Ryoshu moved her head in just a bit closer, hovering just above Ishmael's shoulder, the ginger-haired woman able to feel the ravenette’s breath against her neck, only causing Ishmael to shudder all the more. 

 

“Keep thrusting. Melt yourself into this depraved act.” Ryoshu bluntly put, moving her hands down and around to Ishmael's inner-thigh, fingers slowly trailing further and further down, feeling as Ishmael's entire person shuddered from the feeling. 

 

“R-Ryoshu, what-” 

 

“S.U and coat this blank-faced S.L.U.T's skin with your essence.” 

 

Faust's gaze never turned away from Ishmael's own for even a moment, the white-haired Sinner's hands suddenly moving down to grip onto Ishmael's own plump bubble butt, pulling her forward as the two's faces were mere inches away from one another. 

 

Ishmael's breath hitched now, hips stopping their thrusts as the sound of Ishmael panting and breathing heavily spoke volumes as to how she was feeling. It was the only sound heard for two seconds or so, before Faust spoke. 

 

“Faust wants you to let go, Ishmael. Ejaculate Inbetween her thighs.” 

 

Hearing Faust… Faust of all people saying that directly to her? It made her entire body shudder with sheer pleasure, and it was just a few spoken words. How could Faust have such an effect on her? 

 

Ryoshu took notice of this pause, causing that hand that was inbetween Ishmael's inner-thighs to trail even further, snaking down Ishmael's shaft and down to her aching sack, softly wrapping her fingers around those balls of hers and giving a small squeeze, rolling those cumtanks around in her fingers. 

 

“Hm… Full. You heard the S.L.U.T. Coat the canvas.”

 

Regardless, the effect that those few words had was quickly shown as Ishmael's fingers groped even firmer onto Faust's plump, juicy and massive bootymeat, her hips beginning to thrust once again and even faster than before, moaning out even more as she leaned forward, resting her chin on top of Faust's right shoulder as her eyelids fluttered. 

 

Getting her cock squeezed inbetween Faust's now slick with precum thick thighs, all while squeezing her utterly luscious and plump dumptruck booty, and while having her aching and smooth nuts played with and fondled by Ryoshu? 

 

Ishmael couldn't last any longer as her eyes closed with pleasure, eyebrows furrowing as her mouth turned agape slightly, forming into a small, pleasured ‘o’ face. 

 

“Faust… F-Faust, oh, God… I'm… gonna…” 

 

Faust squeezed her thighs together, deadset on milking Ishmael for all she had, her own grip on Ishmael's bubble butt not faltering.

 

Ryoshu's hand that was fondling and playing with Ishmael's balls didnt stop, rolling those orbs around her fingers even more and giving small, soft squeezes. Her other hand trailed up and down Ishmael's toned stomach, addinf even more to the physical overstimulation Ishmael was experiencing.

 

Faust moved her face in closer as she felt Ishmael's cock throbbing furiously. 

 

“Cum for Faust.” 

 

And that was enough for Ishmael to be sent overboard, arms wrapping around Faust's upper-body as she practically embraced the white-haired Sinner, letting out a long, drawn-out and quite adorable moan of absolute pleasure as she reached her peak, brows furrowing as her hips spasmed, balls clenching and pulsating as the semen they were churning were seconds away from being splurted out. 

 

And as Ishmael finally reached her peak, her eyes opened, lids fluttering with pleasure as her eyes rolled into her head for a moment… Before squeezing shut with pleasure as she finally went past her breaking point.

 

SPLLURPTTT, SPLURTTT, SPPLLURTTT!

 

Thick, hot and sticky ropes of Ishmael's cum splurted out of her cock, the audible sound of her ejaculating mixing with her moaning of sheer pleasure all forming together to make quite the enticing symphony of arousing sounds. She embraced Faust even tighter as her hips bucked forward with every splurt of her semen, coating the backside of Faust's plump and juicy thighs with her essence, alongside the ground beneath as well. 

 

“Not bad… Drained.” 

 

Ryoshu's fingers that were fondling Ishmael's nuts felt every clench as she came, the ravenette only smirking all the more as she watched this entire situation finally wrap Itself up. 

 

After a few more involuntary hip spasms that caused Ishmael's hips to buck forward, the freckled-woman was finally spent… Slowly pulling her hips back to let her now half-erect slip out of Faust's now coated thighs, looking down to see what she had just done. 

 

Ryoshu gave a few more squeezes herself, trailing her nails softly over the crease of Ishmael's balls for a moment before she herself moved her hands away. 

 

“You truly were pent up, Ishmael. Faust is pleased she managed to help you relieve yourself.” Faust spoke, taking out another tissue from her breast-pocket to wipe away the sticky ambrosia coating her thighs. 

 

After a few seconds of trying to regain her composure and breath, Ishmael backed away herself, not saying anything as her brain tried to catch up once again with what just happened… Post-Nut clarity was definitely about to- 

 

“I… Can't believe I just…” Ishmael panted out, taking a deep breath as she stared down at her now flaccid cock, the foreskin-hood pulled back over her tip slightly. 

 

“It's nothing to be ashamed of, Ishmael. Faust simply relieved you of your stress, so her work here is done.” 

 

“I-I… I guess. Look, I'm… Christ, I'm just gonna forget this ever happened, I… don't know what I was thinking.” 

 

“You were thinking of how to S.Y.C all over blank-faced thighs.” 

 

Ishmael blushed even further Ryoshu's comment, turning around to face her. 

 

“Oh, shut up. I… thought you said you were just going to watch, which I was… Uh, okay with, but…” 

 

“Hah… If one were to see pure art unraveling before their eyes, one would want to join in hopes of adding to a masterpiece.” 

 

Letting out another sigh, Ishmael simply shook her head. 

 

“If this is all, Faust will be taking her leave, now. She is sure Dante and the others are waiting for all of us to return.” 

 

“Hm…” Ryoshu muttered to herself under her breath as she walked past Faust, but not before smirking. “I told you this would be interesting, blank-face.” 

 

Faust didn’t return a comment, simply watching as Ryoshu walked away. She turned back to look at Ishmael, who was staring down at the… Very noticeable pool of semen on the floor. 

 

“Ishmael, Faust can walk with you back to Mephistopheles, if you so wish.” 

 

Turning her gaze up to meet Faust, Ishmael went quiet for a moment, before walking towards her as the two returned back. 

 

She just hoped the other Sinner's wouldn't take notice of just how ragged the both of them looked. 

 

 

 

Chapter 4: Rodya (Vaginal)

Summary:

After peeking over Faust to glance at her notes, Rodya quickly realizes what Faust was doing with the three other girls. Realizing that Faust was doing-so because of them performing poorly, Rodya decides to fake a bad performance during a weekly Mirror Dungeon run in hopes of Faust falling for it, and in-turn, making Rodya be the next Sinner to be drained by her. She had bet all her chips on this performance, and it just so happened to be her lucky day.

Notes:

Rodya's chapter is finally here!

P.S.

Did you know I only recently realized Faust refers to herself in third-person only when referring to the Geschellshaft and other Faust's?

“Entry #4. 

 

‘It’s now the fourth day since I’ve started doing this ‘stress relief’ experiment for the women aboard the bus in hopes of getting their performance in battle to increase. Don Quixote was the first: a simple few minutes of penile-stimuli with my hand was enough to cause her to orgasm. Ryoshu was next, although I didn’t have the chance to request a moment alone with her, rather, she was the one to confront me.’

 

Faust was scribbling in her notes about which Sinner was next: Rodya. The oh-so laid back, gambling-addict brunette with a love for sweets. Faust of course, knew that there was much more to Rodya than that, but she’d rather not get into the specifics in these set of notes.

 

“Oooh, Fau! Whatcha writing there?~” 

 

The unmistakable voice of Rodya caused Faust to place her pen and paper down onto her lap, gazing up at her. “I was collecting information about which of us would be suitable for me to relieve of their tensions next.” 

 

“Oooh, like what Dante's doing with their therapy sessions?” 

 

“No. My course of relieving their tension is more hands-on.” 

 

Rodya scratched the back of her head as she put a finger on her chin, letting out a curious hum as she thought, before snapping her fingers. 

 

“Ooh, you giving out free massages, Fau-Fau?~” 

 

“...I suppose it could be described in such a way, yes.” 

 

“Oooh, could I-” 

 

“No.” Faust would suddenly interrupt Rodya as she stood up, carrying her pen and paper with her as she walked to the exit of Mephi. “Did you forget, Rodion? We've been assigned for a trip to the Mirror Dungeon today, so unfortunately, you'll have to wait.”

 

“Whaaaat? Come on, Fau, just for a little bit? Promise it'll be quick, you can just get my shoulders or something!” Rodya pleaded, doing her best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to move Faust emotionally. 

 

You do not move Faust emotionally. 

 

“No. Now, Rodion, let us move. Dante is already waiting with the others.” 

 

Letting out a sigh, Rodya would scratch the back of her head, her gaze drifting downwards to Faust's bottom-heavy, pants-straining rear, watching the way those globes of bootyphat wobbled and bounced around with every step she took. Whoever it was that got a massage, or whatever it was, from Faust of all people was majorly lucky… 

 

If only Rodya knew her luck would be turned around today. 

 

---

Today, Dante was doing some… sort of interesting run, to say the least. No ID's, just their plain ol’ LCB forms. Most didn't mine, but others just found it plain stupid. Rodya was about to speak up, when she noticed Faust was still scribbling on those notes of hers. Getting on her tiptoes for a better viewing angle, Rodya would squint: 

 

“Don Quixote - The results of relieving her with my hand and stimulating her penis are about to show today, I'm hoping my hypothesis was correct.”

 

Her eyes would widen. So that's the kind of ‘massages’ she was giving…

 

“Ryoshu - Driven to ejaculation by forcefully using my mouth, the results of this are about to show themselves soon, though I expect it to be miniscule.”

 

“Woaaaah… Fau, girl, I didn't know you got down like that, babe…~” Rodya would coo out softly, gaze trailing further downwards. 

 

“Ishmael - Driven to ejaculation by both me, alongside the ‘help' of Ryoshu. Results are about to show themselves as well.

 

“Ishy, too, huh? …Wow, now I feel left out…” She'd mutter out softly with a pout, before she'd quickly avert her gaze as Faust spoke. 

 

“You're not making yourself very hidden.” Faust would speak, putting her notes and pen into her backpocket, turning to face an awkward, caught and slightly flustered looking Rodion.

 

“A-Ahah… Ya got me! That's our Faust for you, huh?” 

 

“You were speaking outloud.”

 

“O-Oh.” Rodya drew a blank for a moment, before she shook her head. “Either way, Faust, babe, what's up with that list? I never knew you got down like that with the others! And you didn't even think of telling me? Come on!” Rodya would pout as she crossed her arms. 

 

“Faust does not… ‘get down like that’ with the others, you're mistaking my relieving of their stress for sexual activities purely out of lust, when in reality, I gain nothing of note in doing so. No arousal, no pleasure. I do what I do simply for the sake of boosting their spirits back upwards in hopes of increasing their performance.” 

 

Rodya, truthfully, drowned some of that out. Faust could take for a while sometimes, even if a while for Rodya was only a few seconds or so. But, man, was it boring.

 

“Now, I believe it'd be wise for the both of us to hurry towards the rest. We're about to venture into another Mirror Dungeon.” Faust finished, turning around… her weapon in hand as she began to leave Rodya behind, before she was quickly stopped by the brunette. 

 

…

 

A moment of silence was shared between the two, Rodya quickly dismissing whatever it was she was about to say with an awkward, forced chuckle. 

 

“Uh… Uhm… You know what? I forgot what I was about to say! Oops, let's get going, Fau.~” …And with that, Rodya moved on ahead, giving Faust a moment to think about what she had to say, before she quickly dismissed it, realizing it wasn't worth thinking about. 

 

---

 

The weekly trip to the Mirror Dungeon proved to be an excellent source of proving Faust's hypothesis that stress relief does, in fact, improve performance. Quixote was much quicker on the uptake in battle, Ryoshu was…

 

 …Okay, maybe Ryoshu didn't change at all, noted. 

 

Ishmael was more direct in battle, managing to command others when Dante was overwhelmed. 

 

All in all, a rather well-done performance from everyone, Faust noted.

 

Everyone except Rodya. 

 

After everyone returned to their rooms to do their own thing, Rodya was the one to approach Faust, apologizing about her poor performance. 

 

“About earlier in the MD, I'm, like… real sorry about doing a crap job there.” Rodya admitted, brows furrowing as she frowned. 

 

“...Do not apologize to me, Rodion. I've been aware your performance has been lacking as of late. If anything, apologize to Dante for not listening to their orders.” 

 

“T-They wanted me to use an E.G.O. on an already staggered enemy!” 

 

“Perhaps they were… experimenting.” A small smile formed on Faust's face, before it was quickly replaced with her expression of neutrality. “And that's not the only thing: You've been missing very basic attacks, you've been losing your clashes with enemies far too often, you've been getting in the way of other Sinner's’ attacks. It seems as if your performance has declined more than I thought. I was planning to hold off on relieving you for a day or so as I was curious about something, but it seems as if I'll have to go sooner than I expected.” 

 

Bingo, right on the money. Rodya had thrown all her chips on this, in hopes that it'd pay off…

 

Truth be told, Rodya had lessened her performance during this Mirror Dungeon's exploration, in hopes of Faust noticing and, in-turn, providing her some relief. Was that selfish? Yes, Rodya acted out of pure impulse as a way to get rid of this insecurity. It was a dumb reason to feel insecure about herself, she thought, to feel that way because others managed to experience something great before you could, but perhaps that was just due to her upbringing. She'd always act out of impulse due to insecurities like this, but at least it managed to snag her a moment in the spotlight, even if the ‘spotlight’ was Faust's attention for the night. 

 

“Y-You really think so? Oh, man, I'm still real sorry about…” Rodya would trail off, looking away slightly as she dismissed that train of thought. Another moment where she had to act selfish to get what others got before her, replacing her words with a forced laugh. 

 

“Guess I just gotta get better, right?” Another forced chuckle as Rodya quickly regained her composure, throwing her hands behind her head as she let out a whistle. “Man, did you see Don Qui and Ishy, though? Those two were at, like, the top of their game!” 

 

“Faust is able to tell when you're trying to redirect your negative thoughts onto something else as a way to forget they existed.” Faust would quickly reply back, her gaze trailing up and down Rodya's body. She was much shorter compared to Rodya, that's for sure. Getting her pen and paper from the back of her pants-pocket, Faust would quickly write down Rodya's name just below Ishmael's. 

 

“Fine. I see that you're in need of relieving stress, just like the others were. You were next either way, I suppose it's just coming sooner than later. Follow me, please.” 

 

Faust would, with quite the subtle, added sway of her wide hips, walk towards the exit of Mephistopheles. Rodya, however, wasn't so hypnotized by the pendulum-like swaying of Faust's mesmerizing hip-sway and bounce of those pants-clad, bottom-heavy bootyphat to not realize that… They were gonna do this outside? 

 

Quickly following after her, Rodya would make her surprise known. “Woaaah, Fau, I didn't realize you did all that stress relieving in public outside of ol’ Mephi here like that! You're more naughty than I thought, chica!~” 

 

“Faust is not naughty, she simply realized it'd be more efficient for everyone if she were to do it outside. Aboard Mephistopheles is a place where others could easily be heard having sex. Take Sinclair and-” 

 

“Woah, woah, so you admitted to the fact that these stress-relieving sessions are just sex, right?~” 

 

“...Perhaps there was a slight miscalculation in Faust’s words there.” 

---

 

As they made their way away from Mephi, Rodya’s gaze would trail downwards once more to the pendulum-like swaying of Faust’s wide hips, watching those pale, phat, pants-clad bootycheeks of hers visibly bounce and jiggle , only making Rodya lick her lips with anticipation, her pants already beginning to tighten near her crotch, a visible outline of her ever-slowly rising, throbbing girl-cock beginning to make itself clear. 

 

Eventually, the two made it far enough from Mephi for Faust to find it satisfactory, pausing in her tracks as she glanced back towards Rodya, immediately noticing her gaze quickly trailing upwards to meet Faust’s gaze. “Come.” 

 

Rodya would follow with a raise of her brow. “Woooah, alley-way sex? Never knew you really got down like that, Fau!~” 

 

Faust would reply as she turned around fully, facing Rodya. “As I said, I’m not having ‘sex’ with the Sinners, this is only a way of relieving their stress in hopes of-”

 

“Yeah, yeah, I understood what you said, girlie. If you don’t wanna admit you’re just having sex with those girls, then that’s totes fine, Fau-Fau, no shame in it!~”

 

Faust wouldn’t reply as she let out a soft, barely audible sigh. “Let us proceed. Since I’ve noticed you’ve begun to struggle the most out of those I’ve attended to, I’ll provide you with a special offer.” 

 

“Oooh!~ Now, you’re really piquing my interest, Fau!~” Rodya would coo out, about to speak up about what exactly that special offer was, before her eyes would widen slightly as Faust would turn around, her back and of course, her bottom-heavy derriere being presented to the brunette. Rodya would watch with bated breath as Faust’s fingers hooked unto the hem of her pants, slowly pulling them downwards (made all the more difficult due to the sheer mass and size of those double-wide, pale globes of bootyphat she had!), eventually letting them pool near her ankles, presenting those oh-so shapely, panty-straining mounds of assmeat, only covered up by those plain white panties she wore. But given the sheer mass and size of Faust’s doorway-clogging derriere, those panties were on their last breath at every moment of every second, those pale-white bootycheeks consistently straining against the fabric. 

 

Faust quickly took note of how Rodya fell silent at the sight.

“Rod-”

“Holy moly, Fau!~ I knew you were well-endowed , but seeing it like this? Damn, girl, you’re giving Ishy a run for her money! …N-Not like I’d know anything about that, of course!” Letting out an awkward chuckle, Rodya would quickly close the distance between her and Faust, watching as the white-haired, superior intellectual placed her hands against the (surprisingly clean) wall of the alley, bending forward and arching her back… all while her gaze was kept on Rodya’s as she approached her, her neutral expression never changing for even a moment. The fact that only Faust’s lower-half was exposed made Rodya all the more aroused. So this is what those other three experienced? 

 

Fiddling with the buckle of the LCB outfit she wore, Rodya would quickly remove it, unbuttoning her upper-shirt to let her, of course, obscenely-large breasts spill out every so slight… Not enough to show any nipples, but given how fat Rodya’s areola, those, alongside her tattoo, was visible. Positioning herself behind Faust, Rodya would let out a low whistle… her backside was even more fatter up-close and from behind like this, Rodya immediately beginning to fiddle with the button on her pants, about to remove them downwards to her ankles when she stopped. 

 

“Oh, w-wait, uh… Fau, that ‘special offer’ of yours was, uh, like… y’know, penetration, right? Ahaha, I just don’t wanna make anything awkward when I stick it in and you’re all like-” Her voice went monotone for a moment as she did her best Faust imitation. “Faust did not plan for you to stick it in.” 

 

“...Yes.”

 

And that’s all the confirmation Rodya needed, quickly pulling her pants downwards alongside her panties… her obscenely-thick and fat, girthy and already pre-leaking girlcock springing free from underneath, already throbbing with desire as a fat bead of precum beaded at the tip, Rodya’s palm quickly slathering itself over her cockhead and around her shaft, twisting her hand as she pumped herself in an attempt to lubricate up that slowly-glistening girl-cock of hers. 

 

“Maaan… can’t believe I’m about to actually have sex with Faust of all people…” She’d coo out, watching as Faust would move her hands behind to her supple, oh-so enormous and plump bottom, reaching unto the hem of her panties to slowly pull them downwards just below her absurdly-large, girlcock-hardening thighs, before moving a hand to squeeze onto one of her insanely-soft and malleable globes, spreading them to reveal both her puckered, winking and inviting asshole… and that arousal-glistening, fully-shaven and smooth, yet oh-so plump cunt of hers. 

“Woah, you’re wet? Wasn’t expecting that from ya, Fau-Fau!~ Thought you said you didn’t gain any pleasure from this?”

 

“...Simple bodily reactions does not mean that I’m gaining anything from this.”

 

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, chica.~” 

 

…And with that, Rodya would grab ahold of her pre-glistening, vein-pulsing and throbbing, aching cock, fingers wrapping around the base of her shaft as she’d align the tip of her cockhead with Faust’s plump pussy-lips, rubbing her sensitive tip against her folds.

 

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve railed anyone… Sorry in advance if I can’t hold back, Faustie!~” 

 

“Use my body for whatever you wish, Rodion. As I’ve said, I gain no pleasure from this, this is simply a way for you to begin to perform b-”

 

SHLICK! SHLAP!

 

“Y-Yeah, yeah… hoooh, that’s tight… But yeah, I get ya, I get ya…~”

Rodya’s words would come out through shuddering lips as her entire body quivered with pleasure, not letting Faust finish her sentence as she was already getting bored, thrusting her hips forward and plunging her cock balls-deep into Faust’s sopping-wet and vice-tight, coiling and warm cunt… already feeling her inner-walls tighten around her throbbing cock, Rodya’s nuts clenching upwards as her breathing already began to become heaved, much different compared to Faust’s still neutral expression. 

 

Moving her hips back, Rodya would let out a soft moan. “M-Man, it’s hard to even move my hips… You’re really tightening around me here, Fau-Fau.~” She’d coo out inbetween soft stutters, her cheeks flashed with a red-blush as, not wanting to wait any longer, began to move her hips at a steady rhythm, staring downwards at Faust’s bootyphat… which admittedly, was just the taddest bit hard to see due to the sheer size of Rodya’s own breasts bouncing around softly, threatening to spill out entirely from her unbuttoned-shirt. 

 

PLAP… SHMACK… SHLAP… WHAP…

 

With every thrust of her hips, Rodya’s hips would impact against Faust’s heavily-recoiling, double-wide wobblewagons, sending a hypnotizing ripple throughout those cock-hardening, pale globes of gelatinous-like jigglephat, only mesmerizing Rodya all the more as she had to bite down on her bottom lip, hands moving to the side of Faust’s wide hips to hold on firmly to, fingers effortlessly sinking into the plump flesh. 

 

The rustling of their remaining clothes began to join in on the sound of Rodya’s panted breathing, the sound of skin smacking against skin, and the sound of Rodya’s shaky moans, all echoing softly throughout the alley as Rodya leaned forward, still towering over Faust as she placed a hand right atop of Faust’s hand, squeezing it softly as her hips continued to piston forward, sweat dripping down her cheek and landing onto Faust’s slowly sweat-glistening globes, Rodya continuing to pant at the sight of those wobbling, jiggling mounds. 

 

“F-Fau…” She’d moan out Faust’s name, which, surprisingly, only caused Faust’s inner-walls to clench and tighten around Rodya’s cock in return, causing Rodya to let out a soft chuckle, beginning to pick up the pace of her thrusts. 

 

PLAP… SHLAP… SHMACK… SHLAP…

 

“W-We need to do this way more often, chica…~” 

 

“...I…”

 

Rodya would quickly shush her, her hand that was placed atop of Faust’s hand beginning to intertwine her fingers with Faust’s.

“No, no, shhh… forget I even said that, Fau-Fau… just… l-let’s just keep going like this…” 

Slowly but surely, Faust’s own breathing would hitch for just a moment as Rodya would bury herself balls-deep into her cunt, her cockhead pressing against the white-haired woman’s womb, her breath shuddering for just a moment before it’d quickly turn normal, Rodya’s intertwined fingers with Faust’s tightening just a bit further. 

 

Removing her free hand from Faust’s hip, Rodya’s hand would move upwards and around to softly caress Faust’s still covered breasts, squeezing those bouncing and sloshing, large breasts of hers as she fondled with them, feeling Faust’s inner-walls tighten around her cock like a vice even further than before, enticing both of them to let out a shuddering moan. 

 

Eventually, Rodya’s hips would begin to pick up their pace once more. 

 

…And then once more, again.

 

And once more.

 

Up until to the point of where both Rodya’s and Faust’s hair had begun disheveled, sweat dripping down both of their cheeks as the echoing sounds of booty-clapping resonated throughout the alley, the shagging of clothing and heavy breathing mixing to make a cacophony of pure, unbridled pleasure.

 

PLAP!SHMACK!WHAP!SHLAP!

Both Rodya and Faust’s breathing had become ragged, panting out heavily as Rodya would lean back to grope unto Faust’s hypnotizingly-jiggling, pale-globes once more, moaning out at the sheer, effortless feeling of her fingers sinking into those oh-so malleable, doughy mounds of gelatinous, rippling and recoiling bootyphat, her nuts clenching upwards as she’d let out a heavy moan, gasping forward, her chin placed right above Faust’s shoulder… her moans brushing right against Faust’s ears, the brunette reveling in the sound of Faust’s hastened breathing. 

 

She hadn’t heard a moan come from Faust, but those labored breaths was enough to satisfy Rodya. 

 

“Fau… Y-You feel way too amazing, I’m… already about to cum… I-I can cum inside, right?” She’d chuckle awkwardly inbetween panted breaths. 

 

It took Faust a moment longer than she herself would have liked to respond. 

 

“...Yes… You can… cum inside…” 

 

That was exactly what Rodya wanted to hear. After a few more balls-deep, heavy thrusts, Rodya would move both her hands upwards to rest them upon Faust’s hands against the wall, squeezing them as her fat, aching and cum-churning nuts would clench upwards, pulsing as they got ready to dump every, fat and thick load of her girl-spunk deep inside. 

 

No words were spoken as Rodya, with one last thrust, buried her cock balls-deep into Faust’s tight cunt, letting out a heavy groan of pleasure as her eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy, nuts furiously pulsing as her cock throbbed heavily, a fat and heavy pulse being sent throughout her shaft, before…

 

SHPPLURTTT!! SPPLORTTTT! SPPLURTPTT!!

 

…She’d begin to splurt out heavy rope after rope of her thick, potent and virile, hot load deep into Faust, her cock barging past her womb as her entire body shuddered. She’d feel even more ecstasy as she felt Faust’s own body quiver as well, and for the first time… even through her own panted and ragged breathing, she’d hear Faust’s breath hitch for a moment, followed by the barely, barely audible sound of her letting a moan slip past her lips, her once expression of neutrality changing into a different one. It was barely noticeable, but her lips quivered just barely. 

 

After emptying her nuts and all she had to offer deep inside of Faust, Rodya, with a shaky breath, she’d slowly move her hips backwards, letting out a soft moan as her now half-mast, slowly softening cock would slip out of Faust’s cum-filled cunt, reveling in the sight of her cum slowly beginning to ooze out of Faust’s pussy. 

 

Quickly buttoning her shirt back up, Rodya would trail a hand through her hair as she’d let out an exasperated whistle, before chuckling as she’d quickly pull her panties and pants back up. 

 

“Oh, m-man… That… was definitely something, alright! I… really needed that, Fau.~ Swear, I’ll do even better next time! …I-In the Mirror Dungeon, I mean!~”

 

Faust took a slight moment, before reaching downwards to quickly put her pants and panties back on, not even shivering at the feeling of Rodya’s cum oozing out of her cunt.

 

“I will hope so, Rodion. As it’s now turned late, I suggest we return back to the bus before anyone begins to suspect anything. However, I feel as if that won’t be a problem.” 

 

Placing her hands above her head, Rodya would shrug as she followed Faust back to the bus. “Whatever you say, Fau.~”

 

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As both Faust and Rodya neared Mephistopheles, they were about to board the bus once more… before someone stopped them, Rodya covering her ears as she saw who it was. 

 

“YOU TWO! Just where the hell have you been, this late at night? As the Manager states every night before they sleep, there are always to be two people keeping watch at night on the bus! You two have clearly violated that rule! What do you have to say for yourselves?!” 

 

Outis. 

 

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