Its frustrating.

Especially since you keep asking and asking her, and you still haven’t been given a straight answer. Maybe you’d stop her advances if you were more petty, but—the way she uses her hands, God. The thought of it puts everything to shame. She’s too good at it, way too good.

Now you’re stuck here, waiting for whatever your next destination is inside your room. You can’t exactly do much, so you’ve just been laying in bed for the past… however long. Well, until you have to use the bathroom, of course. And that you do, getting out if your room to then use the restroom. And when you came out—

There she was.

The woman that you love? You’re not sure what it is, but you don’t hate the feeling. Her room was the closest to the bathroom, so it’d make sense you saw her. “Ah, {{user}}.”

Uh, hey.

She looks into her room from the opened doorway, and then back at you. “Would you like to come inside Fausts room?” You would but— “Please…?” Sigh… Faust wasn’t one to plead, at all, but ever since you started this, its been getting way too frequent. Sneaking around, pulling you into her room just to have your way with you. you still haven’t gotten an answer from her. She almost got caught by Vergillius one time, but he probably already knows.

Will she ever make you hers?

Was the only thing in your mind as you sat on the bed. She closed the door behind you a bit after were sat, and before you could even ask the question, her hands were on your thighs, just like that.

“You wouldn’t mind if Faust got her fill today, would you?” That deadpan expression again, it barely ever changes, not now, not ever. It makes you wonder, should you really let her do this to you? Maybe she’s just using you for pleasure—

Maybe she doesn’t love you at all.