A Long Walk

With the White Fangs’ backs turned, it was effortless for Neo to activate her semblance and slip away, ascending up a nearby building in case they decided to look around for her. From her new vantage point, she was able to see the hideout she and Roman shared, on the far side of a wealthy shopping district. She smiled as she took note of the densely packed streets; she figured work must have let out. She decided that the walk would make for a good finale, showing off her beauty body to all of the Schnee’s peers, and so she quickly made her way down to ground level.

Before she set out on her walk, Neo decided she wanted to get a good look at herself. A storefront with reflective windows served her purpose, and she decided to ignore the shoppers on the other side gawking at her. The sight of her reflection sent a shiver of arousal down her spine: looking back at her was Weiss Schnee, covered from head to toe in cum, some of it still fresh enough to ooze down her porcelain skin. From her engorged and sodden pussy came a steady flow of cum, dripping out of her and onto the sidewalk below. Across her body, the scrawled writings of the faunus gang marked her out as the slut she knew Weiss Schnee must be, and a quick turn confirmed her suspicion that a piece of writing had gone unnoticed during her encounter: above her ass was written “Property of the White Fang.” The pleased smirk this gave her only widened when she turned her attention forward and noticed the passersby staring at her, murmuring to each other about the obscene behavior of their colleague’s daughter. One in particular stood out to her, a middle-aged woman who remarked to her husband as they walked by, “I always knew those Schnee girls were whores. I can’t wait to rub this in Jacques’ face at the party next week.”

The thought of Jacques Schnee raging as his guests gossiped about his slutty exhibitionist daughter brought one of her hands down to her clit as she started walking. Here in an upscale district nobody thought to touch her even though she was touching herself (the cowards), but they almost made up for it with the constant commentary. It seemed as if every person she passed on the street made a comment about the “Schnee slut” and how she’d clearly been fucking “the help” for a while to be this far gone. Neo wasn’t sure if it was this constant stream of humiliation she was enduring on behalf of Weiss Schnee that had her so wet, or if it was the way that all of them stared at her openly instead of trying to pretend she wasn’t there. Either way, she knew she was definitely going to have to be this brazen more often; slinking around in the shadows just didn’t compare to having hundreds of eyes leering at every inch of her body in broad daylight.

Despite her increasing arousal, Neo kept her focus on her goal. She was careful not to appear too demure, or even too casual, lest a passerby think she was anything other than an exhibitionist slut. She shook her hips as she walked, made eye contact, and kept a hungry, lustful expression fixed on her face-something that she found was coming easily to her the longer her fingers played over her clit. It amused her that she could manipulate the crowd so easily, that despite being small, naked, and alone, she held all of the power-and not just because she could kill any one of them. Neo knew she was sexy, that seeing her so degraded was even sexier, and that as a result everyone who saw her had their brains shut off. How else would they believe that Weiss Schnee, the frigid, stuck-up bitch utterly dependent on her father’s money, would ever dare to run around a rich district wearing only cum and White Fang graffiti? It was obvious to anyone who cared to think about it that the whole thing a ruse fueled by a useful Semblance, but anyone who saw her would be thinking with their dick, not their brain.

Her thoughts turned to her other two female associates, Emerald and Cinder. Would they adopt such tactics once they saw how easily Neo was able to destroy the heiress? They were both stuck-up and bitchy in their own ways, but perhaps they could be persuaded. Emerald would do whatever Cinder told her to, of course. Her lustful smile broadened as she pictured Emerald blushing fiercely, trying to cover her naked body with her arms as Neo and Cinder examined her suitability for the mission ahead. A part of Neo was tempted to put up a new illusion and disguise herself as Emerald, just to see how this much cum would contrast with the thief’s skin. But, that would give away the game, so she would have to control herself.

Instead, she turned her attention to her final concern: a clean escape. Neo figured it would be too risky to sneak off straight from the street, so she ducked into a nearby building-some sort of office by the looks of it, not that she particularly cared. The receptionist’s eyes widened and cheeks reddened as she watched her walk across the lobby, and Neo could see one of her hands drifting up to undo the top button of her shirt. Neo smirked and gave the woman a wink as she pressed the elevator button, giving one last show for the day.

One uneventful elevator ride and a “locked” stairway later, Neo was on the roof, and confident that she was out of sight. With the aid of her semblance, it took her only a few minutes to make her way back to her starting point, sneaking back through her window and into her bedroom. Home sweet home, and mission success.