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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Jaune_Arc/Everyone
  Character:
      Ruby_Rose, Weiss_Schnee, Yang_Xiao_Long, Blake_Belladonna, Pyrrha_Nikos,
      Nora_Valkyrie
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional_Manipulation, Humiliation, Public_Arousal, Harems
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-06 Updated: 2017-12-31 Chapters: 6/? Words: 60136
****** Sense of Semblance ******
by sandstormhero
Summary
     In the early days of Beacon Academy Jaune Arc awakens his semblance
     seemingly by chance. Gifted with the power to stop time itself,
     rather than grow to become the hero he dreamed to be, he finds his
     attention being drawn to other, more pleasurable pursuits. Save the
     world and live up to his family name? Yea, sure, whatever. But let’s
     see if it can get him a girlfriend first. Or six.
***** Semblance *****
A/N: Hello, just wanted to say hey to anyone new to my stories. And welcome.
This will be my first attempt at a RWBY fanfiction, though I have been a fan of
the series for quite some time. Being the first chapter, this will mostly be
about setting the tone and motivations for Jaune, the protagonist. Hopefully,
you can get a taste for my style of writing, and enjoy it enough to sign on for
more.
And for those of you who do know me… well, he-he, enjoy. You know why you’re
here. 
Tag(s): Voyeurism, Peeping.
Girl(s): Pyrrha, Nora.
Words: 7003
                             Chapter 1 - Semblance
Beacon weather shone pleasantly in the afternoon. The sun overhead was as
bright as the future of its students casting a comfortable warmth through the
air, trees in the distance waved in the force of a gentle breeze, and nearby,
the soft sounds of birds could be heard whistling to their own songs.
Unfortunately, all of this positive energy was subdued by the incoming fist
aimed directly for one Jaune Arc’s face.
He stared at Cardin, owner of said fist, in open shock. More so, the blond
haired boy couldn’t help but look at everything around him in a disarmed
expression. And that was because of one tiny, itty-bitty, detail.
The breeze, the birds, the trees, and, most importantly, the fist were all
standing stock still, while shrouded in an eerie silence cast upon the world.
It was strange, so alien that Jaune’s instincts screamed at him that such an
emptiness shouldn’t be possible. Yet, all he could do was stand there, mouth
agape while he tried to understand what had happened.
The day had unraveled like every other afternoon since he’d joined the
prestigious school of Beacon. Classes had just ended leaving most students to
work on homework, their training, or to simply enjoy the good weather that
seemed to perpetually shine down on their illustrious academy. Jaune, in
particular, had been indulging in his most frequent pass time as of late;
hiding from team CRDL.
Unsuccessful, obviously. The penalty for, and to quote, “having a stupid face,”
was deemed to be a hearty and brain damaging fist to the offending area. It
wasn’t exactly the first time Jaune had been forced to pay for that certain
crime. Although, usually he didn’t start hallucinating until after the blinding
pain and crunch of his nose.
Flinching back to protect his most treasured feature, Jaune had waited for what
seemed like an eternity for the punch that would never come. It was only after
his ears picked up the eerie silence that now permeated his world that he’d
been brave enough to peek. And even then, the sight of Cardin’s fist not five
inches from his face was enough to send the blond reeling for a time.
However, understanding that he was no longer in any danger, Jaune had the
chance to observe this new reality - confusion so profound that his mind
couldn’t even begin to form the questions to ask replacing the fear.
“C-Cardin? Buddy?” Letting out a meek laugh, the thin boy stared at his
tormentor, looking for any signs of change in his expression. Frozen in a mask
of sadistic glee, it looked as though he’d been stopped at the peak of his
triumph. Otherwise, Jaune couldn’t find any answers in his statuesque posture.
Around him the three other members of team CRDL stood around, their jeering
cheers stopped dead on their lips. Jaune inspected each one of them in hopes of
learning something about this anomaly. But they were as empty as their leader,
urging Jaune’s thoughts to reflect inwards.
‘It was like everything has just stopped,’ he observed. Reaching out he
cautiously touched a finger to Cardin’s face. Warm skin gave way to his touch.
But when he pulled away, the slight dimple in his cheek remained. An invisible
force keeping his skin from reforming back to its regular shape. Still, the boy
made no sound, much as the rest of the world.
“I… I need to find a teacher!” Jaune suddenly blanched. Whatever was going on
was way too much for him to handle by himself. Cardin may be a jerk, but Jaune
didn’t want to see the guy seriously hurt. Embarrassed, sure. But there was
very real possibility that whatever this was could be dangerous.
Unfortunately, leaving the secluded back area of the school where the team had
dragged him, Jaune would quickly discover that finding help would be much more
difficult than he’d imagined.
Running, Jaune turned the corner into the courtyard, expression open with
growing panic. He only made it a few more feet before the figures and bent
trees finally caught his attention. The grass crunched under his feet as his
steps slowly fell to a halt.
His breath stopped cold in his chest. Licking his now dry lips, his neck craned
in sharp, quick movements as he looked all around the spacious lawn. But each
direction told the same story.
All around him the student body of Beacon could be seen standing about, smiling
and cheerful as usual. Yet, what should have been a heartwarming scene was
twisted by their immobility. They dotted the open space as statues of their
former selves.
Jaune quickly felt his heart drop to his stomach. It wasn’t just Cardin and his
goons. But then, how far was this really spread?
Everywhere he looked the picture was the same. People, people he knew, frozen
in place - stuck doing whatever they had been doing when this phenomenon had
struck. Most were simply seen standing with friends. Others had been on their
way to some destination they would never reach. But all of them were completely
stuck, seemingly all but Jaune Arc.
It didn’t seem like an attack and this couldn’t be a natural event. But Jaune
couldn’t remember anything like this coming up in any of his class either.
Granted, he’d never been the most focused student, but he wanted to believe he
would be able to recall if a teacher mentioned something as extraordinary as
the world and its people grinding to a halt.
It was at this moment, frustration and fear gnawing on his mind, that he took
notice of the bright light shimmering around his clenched fist.
Eyes wide, he stared at the elusive substance feeling an odd mix of awe and
fear. It clung to him like a second skin across his entire body. Twisting to
getting look at himself, he could only blink in amazement at what could only be
his first time seeing his Aura. True, Pyrrha had been kind enough to help
unlock the stupid thing. What good it had done for him up to this point,
however, had yet to be seen.
He wiggled his fingers watching the light play off his skin. Could this be what
was protecting him?  He knew it acted as a shield at times. Yet, he couldn’t
help but feel it was wrong. This was a school full of talented Hunters after
all. If aura was all they needed, they’d all been using it a lot longer than
he’d been. Eyebrows drawing together, he frowned in contemplation.
He didn’t feel any pressure or pain or any other signifiers that something was
attempting to reach him. In fact, closing his eyes, he thought he could
actually feel his Aura… leave him. Almost like it was being dawn into the air
around him or, or spent as small branching wisps slithered into the air – more
smoke than energy. Jaune tried not to gasp.
“No way!” he failed.
Whatever… this was, whatever had happened was leaching off his aura by the
second. Yet, to his understanding, there was only one thing in the world that
had the ability to do that. And that was… was-!
“Semblance.”
The word fell from his lips like a prayer. One he’d repeated many a time in his
younger days. The power that each Hunter was born with. Oh, how long he’d
waited to understand what amazing ability his own Aura would create. But he’d
never expected this. Whatever this was.
What had before seemed like a twisted and horrific disaster now dazzled Jaune
as he looked towards a groups of students. Curiosity drove him to inquire about
just how this power of his worked. And he quickly found himself rushing over to
the nearest person. Stopping at a nearby bench, he forced himself to calm down
enough to inspect the girl sat in front of him more closely.
She was a Faunus. A pair of rabbit ears sat atop of her long brunette locks
easily gave her heritage away. She was also very cute, Jaune always took the
time to notice, with a small frame and legs long enough to bring about a brief
pause. He’d thought he might have seen her around campus sometime but couldn’t
quite put a name to her face.
Tucked away in the corner of the courtyard, she was all on her own. In her lap,
she rested a thick book that she seemed to have been reading with moderate
interest. Jaune took in the peaceful picture feeling his curiosity get the
better of him. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand reached toward her.
He tugged at the book only to blink in surprise when it moved easily out of her
relaxed grip. Holding it front of his face, the white glow around him flowed
over the pages like running water. He turned a page, curious to see how it
might be affected. But in his hands, the book was as average as any he’d seen.
With a pondering curiosity, he dropped the object and watched the white glow
bleed away in a matter of seconds – the last of which left it suspended in
midair. Jaune stared at the strange image with growing amazement. 
For her part, the girl didn’t seem to notice his interference. Calm faced with
a peaceful smile to greet the world, her eyes didn’t so much as flinch as their
point of focus was moved. She simply continued to stare at the space her book
had been unaware that anything had at all changed.
First with Cardin and now the book, it seemed he was free to manipulate
whatever he touched. Curious, he turned his attention to the girl beside him
before, once again, cautiously reaching out.
The tips of his fingers brushed one of the long ears sticking straight out of
her head. The moment their two appendages met, his aura spread around the
animal feature, consuming the soft brown fur but stopping short just above her
hair. He didn’t know what he expected- for her to suddenly gasp to life, maybe?
Instead, he found himself simply enjoying the soft texture of the furry
appendage.
After a handful of minutes, Jaune realized what he was doing. Jumping back, he
flinched as though he were expecting the girl to suddenly burst out in anger.
But she didn’t. Losing its source of aura the soft light eventually bled away
and the long ear drooped just a few inches before returning to its frozen
state. All the while she continued to sit in peace, eyes trained on her lap.
Jaune found his face warming. For some reason, he felt like he would feel
better if she had been able to yell at him. He gave the girl an apologetic
look, his eyes lingering on her cute ears. He forced his hands to stay at his
side.
From what many would consider a small village, Jaune’s interactions with the
animalistic people had been limited to the point of nonexistence. He’d been
quite surprised to see a number of students attending Beacon sporting some form
of the animal appendages, the female half especially. And though he’d been
itching to feel one for himself, it wasn’t until today he’d had the chance.
Happily walking away from the girl, Jaune decided to do some more testing.
Picking up various objects. Testing the weight of things that would normally
strain his strength. More or less, his actions were small and childish, but all
that seemingly led to the same answer.
His semblance actually seemed to stop time. Or, more accurately, it seemed to
protect him from it. Actually removing him from the dimension of reality
altogether.
It was awe-inducing at first, to think he’d been gifted with such a raw,
unbridled power. Just imagining what he could do with this, the number of Grimm
he would be able to slay; it brought a large and avaricious grin to his face.
“I have got to tell Pyrrha,” he swore, his voice echoing in the void of
stagnant air. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he only needed to look
around to remind himself of the real issue at hand.
As amazing, unbelievable, and incredible as his semblance was, that didn’t mean
much if he couldn’t control it. Which begged the question, could he undo what
he’d done? And, if so, how?
He tried to think about the information the school had provided on semblances,
but that didn’t amount to much. There were a number of theories, but the power
and application relied so much on the user that it was impossible to find any
one way to describe its use. The only thing that was generally agreed upon was
that it was an extension of one’s aura, and from that, an extension of one’s
soul.
Okay… so how was he supposed to control his soul?
Reflecting back to the moment that everything had stopped, Jaune tried to
recall what had activated it in the first place. Blind panic? Hmm…. That may be
hard to recreate. Although, it did remind him of something that might be
useful.
He’d been so focused on the thought of Cardin’s fist, on the pain, that he
recalled simply wishing with all his might that it would stop. That the moment
between the punch being thrown and meeting his fragile face would last forever.
And then… a flash.
His eyes had been clenched closed, flinching for all the help it did. So he’d
assumed the light had just been his own life playing before his eyes. Yet, now
that he thought about it, he did recall a sensation right in the pit of his
stomach right before it had gone off. Again, he had simply passed this off as
his own waste attempting to fill his shorts.
Assuming this was not the case, Jaune found himself looking within himself for
anything that could match that description. Thankfully, fully visibly and
permanently activated, he found his aura much easier to manipulate. A slight
handy cap that allowed him to flex and spread the elusive substance into his
own body.
What he found was both surprising and familiar, like remembering a muscle he’d
never known about.
It was like a… a tiny ball of energy sitting in the center of his gut. His aura
reached into his body brushing against the sensation with all the substance of
passing cloud. The more he tried, the less traction he managed to create, all
while wholly unsure if this was even what he was meant to do. Suffice to say,
it was going to take a lot of trial and error before he found anything out
about his new power. Thankfully, he suddenly found himself with quite a bit of
time on his hands.
His struggle continued for an insurmountable amount of time. Without sound,
without people, without anything but his own heartbeat to count the seconds, an
entire year could have passed for all he knew. Well, okay, maybe not that much.
But it did have an… effect on the psyche. Enough to bring a small amount of
panic towards the end as his attempts became more and more desperate. Which
turned out to be just what he needed.  
His aura pressed against the hard, button like sensation with more and more
force. It was almost like he could feel a grove or texture for him to find a
hold. In a single instant, he felt the power inside of him clench and then shut
off. And suddenly it was like the shining bulb inside his body went dark.
Ironically, that was very similar to how it felt. There was no surge of power,
no rush that he felt he needed to feed. Inside of his body was a switch that
either left the world in a state of perpetual molasses, or at its average pace.
And whatever after effects the use of his powers gave, well he was about to
find out.
The world came back with a flash, just as it had left. All of the sounds and
voices that had been swallowed by the void rushed back in a single wall of
white noise, threatening to bring Jaune to his knees. Hands around his ears, he
struggled against the length of a nearby tree. Leaning on it for support, the
jumble of noise eventually scattered to recognizable sounds.
The book hovering in midair fell the grass with a soft ‘thump.' Blinked wildly,
the girl on the bench’s now bare lap stood apart from the reality she had been
used to; earning a quizzical and wide-eyed stare. He collected himself enough
to give her his full attention, rising to his full height while careful to
remain peaking over the edge of the bark biting against his palms.
Finding the book she was reading torn from her hands without warning was enough
to force a small yelp of surprise from the young women. She immediately stared
at her fingertips, the very ones that had just been holding the phantom novel.
Confusion continued as she reached up to touch her treasured ear, gently
itching the very place Jaune himself had taken the time to exploit.
Her attention turned towards the empty lawn around her, as if she could see
whatever had happened, or even if anyone else had seen the odd phenomenon. She
was disappointed on both fronts as the spacious, open area displayed nothing
but the familiar idling teenagers enjoying a warm afternoon. From her
perspective, it was a perfectly normal day. She hesitantly began to reach for
her book, warry as though it had decided to try and fly away by itself.
Suddenly he was bracing his back against the tree allowing his subject to get
back to her day. It was enough to make Jaune stare down at his arms and
consider the amazing power all over again. Like a child given a new toy, it was
all he could to keep from jumping up and down, a very unmanly squeal emanating
from his excited expression. He forced himself to calm down.
“Alright, once is for chumps, Jaune. Let’s see if we can go two for two.”
Pepping himself up, the young man wasted no time searching for the switch
manifesting as his semblance and flipping it with his Aura. It took a few
tries, but the simple fact that he knew what to look for was a great help. And
to his amazement, he felt the switch flip as the world began crawling to a halt
before becoming the soundless oblivion he’d just escaped.
Now free from the public’s view, the first thing he did was give into his
childish whimsy. Jumping, cheers rang from his lips and dissolved into the
void. He began to grasp the tremendous power that laid with him. It was only
after he started calm down, his cheeks burning from the width of his own smile,
that the young man looked around him.
All of that being said, he did feel he may be underutilizing his potential
here. Rather, maybe he should be thinking about what this incredible strength
could do for him. And right away, he knew where he was headed next.
                                     :::::
The twisted malice that had once consumed Cardin’s expression now reflected his
own stupidity. Mouth agape, he appeared in the middle of looking around the
shaded back building, no doubt wondering where the dweeb that was supposed to
be on the other end of his fist had gone. “Well, I’m right here, Cardin.” Jaune
smiled confidently, possibly for the first time in his life. “So why don’t you
come get me?”
Jaune stood in front of the muscular boy. Shorter by a head, many would
question the picture of his grinning face if they’d been able to see it. Jaune
relished the alien sense of safety in the twisted team’s presence.
Jaune wasn’t an angry person by nature. At the peak of his frustration, he was
more likely to curse himself than lash out at others. Even faced with his
bully, he had no real drive to cause him pain. That being said, testing his
powers on the Faunas girl had only made him more curious about this strange
reality of his. And, more importantly, how it affected the real world. He
figured one little punch to the jaw would be a great place to start.
The lithe muscles coiled around his shoulder and bicep flexed, larger than ever
in his life while still being smaller than practically every other male in the
school – and a few females. His fist lifted back almost comical in comparison
of the larger boy. But that wasn’t the point. Jaune knew he didn’t have the
muscles to cause any lasting pain. However, Cardin had the unfortunate position
of being unable to defend himself in even the slightest of ways. And for once
it was Jaune’s turn to take advantage.
His fist connected against the square jaw. For a moment satisfaction flared to
life, a month of pent-up frustration and fear and anger finally releasing in
one large blast. Unfortunately, the pleasure didn’t last nearly long enough.
And with reality came the blinding realization that punching someone actually
really hurt.
Open shock played on his face as he reared back, almost stumbling as he hissed
under his breath. He immediately moved to cradle the offended appendage with
his undamaged hand, each beat of his heart sending another throb of stinging
numbness through his clenched fist. “How the heck did Cardin do this every
day?!” he wanted to scream. Instead, he embarrassed himself, skipping around
the group of frozen boys until the pain faded to a manageable heat. 
For all his effort, Cardin didn’t show much of a reaction. Snapped to the side,
the force of Jaune’s punch was enough to smack his face in the opposite
direction. Still holding his own hand, the blond boy scurried off around the
build’s corner to watch from a distance. Hopefully, this would work out like
he’d intended.
 “Ah!” Gasping, Cardin’s confused expression morphed into sudden pain as he
cradled his aching jaw. Curses flew from his lips while each of his teammates
were left to stare in utter confusion as their leader cradled his wounded face.
It was a wonderful sight, and one Jaune knew he would never forget.
He’d learned a lot thanks to the meathead, and he felt he didn’t need to take
it any further. They were a bunch of jerks, and if he saw them messing with
either him or anyone else, he would gladly step into dole out justice as he had
today. But for now, the young man decided he’d done enough for revenge. And
with that decision made, he began to walk away, the loud cries from a group of
ne’er-do-wells gracing his ears as he rushed to find his friends.
                                     :::::
Jaune’s pace was calm as he made his way towards Beacon dorms. A kind of easy
gate that belayed the confidence he was just beginning to experience. Already
he could feel his mind racing with the possibilities of his power. And, more
specifically, how he could show it off. His partner was the first to come to
mind, unmitigated pride filling his chest at the mere thought of finally
meeting her aspirations.
He couldn’t wait to tell Pyrrha. He knew the redhead would be just as excited
for him as he had been. Finally, he could add something to the team that didn’t
get them laughed at. Not that the Huntress had ever seemed bothered by it.
Despite her fame, she was a one of a kind friend that stuck by him no matter
the issue. He couldn’t believe she had even gone so far as to offer him
training. Although, whether he’s actually improved because of it remained to be
seen.
On that line of thought, his mind wandered to who else he could tell. It did
not take long before his mind strayed to his one and only ice queen, Weiss
Schnee.
Mock his guitar? Fine. Deny his request for a date? Sure. Ridicule him on
almost a daily basis? Okay, that one actually kind of hurt… But it didn’t
matter! Because once she heard of how amazing and strong his semblance was
she’d be the one asking him out to dinner!
And you know what he was gonna say then!?
Yes, he was going to say yes. Of course, he was going to say yes. This is Weiss
Schnee were talking about, what’s wrong with you?
Then there was Ren, Nora, Yang, Ruby. Heck, he’d even march right up Ozpin
himself and brag.
This was going to be sweet. After so long on the bottom rung on the totem pole,
this was finally his chance to make something of himself. To prove to his
parents that, not only could he live up to his grandparents and great-
grandparents, but that he was going to succeed them. The name Jaune Arc was
going to be remembered for generations! And it all started today.
Finding the familiar building, he quickly made his way up and toward Team
JNPR’s dorm room. He made it about halfway before an idea came to mind,
stopping him mid-stride.
Jaune Arc was nothing if not a man of showmanship.
Sure, he could just walk in, tell them what he could do and be accepted as the
next living embodiment of the All-Creator-Oum. Or, he could really make an
impression and show them what he was capable of. Appearing out of thin air
sounded like a good way get everyone’s attention. He could already see their
faces. Nora might even be too stunned to speak! …Okay, maybe that wasn’t
possible. But she’ll still be surprised! Confident in his decision, the blond
looked around at the empty hallway before ducking into a stairwell.
Slipping into the comfortable setting of his own world, Jaune immediately felt
himself relax into the quiet space. It was amazing how at home he felt in this
alien environment – free of both noise and presence. Yet, he couldn’t deny a
sense of calm under the near all-consuming excitement that appeared to seize
his body every time he used his power.
In here, nothing could hurt him, nothing could call him names, and nothing
could make him feel as weak as he always knew he was. He was safe, powerful,
practically almighty, even. And he liked the difference. More than he might be
willing to admit.
Taking a moment to enjoy the warm sensation of his own aura, Jaune finally
moved to the last flight of stairs and onto his floor. Nearing his dorm, he was
surprised to find his teammate Ren not inside of the room, but just outside of
it.
The Mistral teen lazily leaned back against the wall. A scroll hand, the light
basked against his bored expression. Jaune tried not to feel too disappointed.
Of course, it would have been better to have the team together for the big
reveal, but maybe this would teach Ren not to be so antisocial around his
teammates.
Jaune considered a repeat performance, but at the cost of pizazz? No thank you.
Nope, Ren would just have to be known as the only member of Team JNPR that
wouldn’t be able to say he was there when Jaune revealed his amazing power.
The blond felt bad for him, honestly. But, hopefully, Ren would be able to go
to bed at least a few nights without weeping for his loss.
He spared his friend a single pitying glance before moving to open the door.
Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t realize his mistake until much too late.
Driven by his own excitement, Jaune hadn’t even stopped to question as to why
Ren would be stuck outside the door. If he had, he might have remembered one of
the core ground rules set the day team JNPR had entered their dorm, only to
realize it was co-ed. One that clearly specified, at any time one or both
members of the opposite sex needed to change, the other gender would kindly
step out of the room and wait for the all clear.
It was simple; with no complications, and all members of the team trusted each
other to refrain from doing anything regrettable. That is to say, Ren trusted
Pyrrha to keep Nora from doing anything regrettable. Of course, it wasn’t until
Jaune was staring at the female half of his team frozen mid-changing that all
of this information came rushing back.
Just as frozen as the rest of the world for that briefest of moments,
eventually his mind caught up with the images he was seeing. “Sorry!” He
shouted, his cheeks lighting up to a bright shade of red. He just made out the
picture of Pyrrha’s naked back and Nora’s bare thighs when he slammed the door
closed, his breath near hyperventilation.
“Dude!” he exclaimed at the stock still Ren, “why didn’t you warn me!?” The
obvious answer being obvious, Jaune watched Ren stare lifelessly into his
scroll for a full minute before turning away, embarrassment consuming him.
At least no one had seen him. The last thing he needed was Pyrrha thinking he
was trying to make a move on her. He couldn’t imagine how she would respond to
that. No, he should just step back for a few minutes and wait until everyone
was dressed to make his entrance. He even bet Ren would be in the room.
Perfect! So… why wasn’t he walking away? And that, Jaune realized, was the
staple of his little dilemma.
Try as he might to reject that he’d seen anything at all, the image of Pyrrha’s
toned, and pale skin was burned into his retina, even at a glance. He wasn’t
quite sure how to feel about this discovery. From the very beginning, Pyrrha’s
strength had stood out more than anything as average as beauty. And Nora… well,
she was Nora. The fact being, female wasn’t the first word that came to mind
for either of the young ladies when they had all first met. And now he found
himself wondering how he could have thought of anything else.
Soft skin crested into even softer curves. Red hair on each, although in
startlingly different shades, appeared softer and shinier than he ever
remembered in the past.
Jaune, like any healthy straight young man, held more than a small fascination
with the female body. But he forced himself to remember that these weren’t just
some girls, they were his teammates. Even if he hadn’t taken the time to look
at them, surely he couldn’t be considering invading their privacy like that.
But he was. Because no matter how good his heart was, at his core he was still
just a teenage boy. One that had his first opportunity to see real, living
women without their clothing. And unfortunately, for all parties include, the
promise of boobs was too much to pass up.
 “Don’t look at me like that,” Jaune glared at Ren, who was still just as
frozen as he’d been three minutes ago. “It’s just going to be one peek, that’s
it!” Again, Ren didn’t respond, obviously. “God, this is so like you!” Jaune
nodded his head nevertheless, nervously reaching towards the door.
He could feel a nervous excitement fluttering in his chest. It was enough to
make his stomach turn sour. Of course, this didn’t subtract from the bouquet of
beauty that awaited him as soon as he worked up the nerve to peek inside.
Pyrrha and Nora remained unchanged since only a minute ago, twin statues of
feminine grace and youthful allure. Dressed in little else than her skirt, it
looked as though his partner was in the middle putting on her bra when he’d
frozen time. And facing away from him, his gaze was filled with the image of
back and bare shoulders. Not something he normally considered attractive, but
he couldn’t deny the sudden warmth in his cheeks – as well as other, more
southern areas.
Not to be ignored, Jaune was greeted with the sight of Nora just to Pyrrha’s
right. The excitable young woman was in a bit more substantial stage of dress
with a white blouse buttoned up to her navel. Her breasts and lower half were
already covered by her purple set of bra and panties. Thought, she was no less
interesting because of it.  
The fact that he was seeing his teammate’s underwear at all was a shock to his
system. Once you looked past the hyperactive activity and loud voice, she was
actually a fairly pretty young woman. Ren was a lucky man. And while they
technically weren’t together, Jaune still felt a seed of guilt in the pit of
his belly.
“Sorry,” he looked back at his pink haired friend. He did feel bad, just not
enough to actually stop. He made this point especially clear as he walked the
rest of the way into the room, closing the door behind him.
Turning his attention back to the two women, Jaune made the entirely
unnecessary effort to move as stealthily as possible. As though they could
suddenly awake and discover his insidious plan.
‘Just a small peek,’ Jaune reminded himself, repeating it every so often to
ward off the feelings of guilt. Though, if he were honest, he would recognize
most of what he was feeling was in fact excitement.
Creeping around the edges of the room, he was able to see what he’d come for.
Big enough fill a palm, Pyrrha seemed to have gotten a head start on puberty.
While not as large as Yang by any means, her armor hid more than Jaune had been
expecting, which was certainly a statement in of itself. It wasn’t as though
she were the most conservative girl after all. He really hadn’t been paying
attention.
Soft and graceful, the tissue of her chest sloped against her ribs. A kind of
pear shape, they drooped ever so slightly – rounding towards the bottom while
sloping forward in a blunt tear drop. Her pale skin seemed even more so in this
area, only making the light pink of her nipples stand out that much more.
Pointing slightly up and apart, the areola itself was on the smaller side, two
patches of puffy flesh raising out from her already pronounced bust. In
comparison, her stubby nipples sat in the middle of each, short and flat.
Jaune found his eyes widening with every passing second. Every now and then he
would look up, staring at her face before returning to her breasts. It really
nailed in the fact that the first breasts he had ever seen belonged to Pyrrha
Nikos, the invincible girl, the one whose snores rivaled that of a Boarbatusk
and who beat the ever loving snot out of him on a daily basis.
Jaune moved by instinct, stepping toward the girls to get a better look. Pyrrha
had on a beautiful expression, seemingly laughing at something the other ginger
had been saying. Jaune couldn’t help but feel the urge to reach out and touch
her soft skin, brushing his thumb along the soft, flower pink lines of her
lips.
Flawless skin wrapped around toned, trained muscle sculpting an impossibly
arousing figure. Slim shoulders and breasts tapered at her waist, allowing for
a feminine shape. Compared to her upper half, her lower stood out making her
hips seem even wider, and her thighs more full. Underneath the surface, he
could see the definition of tight muscles. And while lithe and compact, it was
nothing close to bulging or burly – only adding to her beauty.  
Jaune’s face erupted with color. This was… getting a little intense. He knew he
had to be careful, but that didn’t make the temptation any more manageable.
Just to hammer this point home, his eyes turned to her hips. Where long legs
stretched from her skirt, opportunistically bare of their usual tights. Taking
advantage of the school’s shorter shirts he could even enjoy a peek at her
thighs without reproach.
He circled around her figure a few more times, face open with awe and interest
as he drank in the image of her naked shape. He could honestly say there were
very few things in the world more interesting than a half-naked woman – with
the exception of two half-naked women. Giving his partner another lingering
stare, he slowly found his gaze becoming drawn to the second girl in the room.
Her face was a little more animated, no doubt for the effect of whatever
inflated story she’d been in the middle of explaining to their friend. Fingers
twisting the buttons at her navel, the front of her shirt was still very much
open, giving just enough of a view that Jaune could look inside and see the
swell of her breasts encased in the purple prison.
Whereas Pyrrha physic could be described as tall and lithe, Nora’s figure stood
out in other ways. Her chest, especially, was a much more reasonable size for
her age. Two perky mounds budding out the front of her chest. But easily a head
shorter than everyone else on the team her breasts almost seemed larger because
of it. Sticking out against her frame in a way that was hard to ignore. Her
soft cotton bra cradled each mound against her chest while cleavage peeked
through the top along her collarbone. And two small bumps shining through the
otherwise smooth surface.
While her breasts were a sight to see, Jaune found his attention focus much
more closely on the pair of purple panties clearly visible under her uniform
blouse. Still wet from her shower, the soft cotton hugged her curves making a
small outline of her sex visible to Jaune’s prying gaze. Her thighs were spread
just enough for him to make out a defined line down the crotch of her
underwear.
It wasn’t anything to obvious. The pale light color of her thighs disappeared
beneath the thin strip of cloth guarding her womanhood. But t was a snug fit,
and the material was thin enough to paint the picture of her lips against the
cloth while a bit of it had even been pulled up into the crease. It was the
closest Jaune had ever gotten to seeing what the opposite sex hid under their
skirts. And he had to say, he was not disappointed.
The heat in his ears only encouraged his behavior. Crouched low, Jaune went
through the effort of enjoying the girl from a different angle. Directly behind
her, the white hem of her shirt bunched over the curve of her rear. Two rounded
cheeks that pressed out against the material of her panties. Cut for comfort,
the material failed to cover her backside in its entirety, allowing the corner
of each cheek to peek out at the young man. Gentle curves met the meat of her
thigh which carried down to the firm, pert shape of her legs.
He stared at all of this trying to remember how he’d looked at the girl before,
and wondering how he ever would again with her tight bottom coming to the
forefront of his mind.
“Wow,” Jaune sighed. “I love my semblance…” The words faded into the soundless
void.
Between the two he continued to switch from time to time – each having their
own points of interest. And Jaune made sure to appreciate each one. His
semblance had given him a rather unique opportunity.
He doubted many young men had had the chance to so openly view the opposite
sex. At least outside of their scrolls. Yet, rather than enjoy the moment for
what it was, Jaune mind slowly began to turn. Entertaining other ideas that
would have rendered him a stammering fool if it had been just a few hours ago.
Eyes training on the hem of Pyrrha’s skirt, Jaune was amazed to find his own
hand reaching out towards the garment.
‘Is this really what you want to do with your power?’ the voice in his head
came quick, taunting. The tips of his fingers almost brushed the collar of her
skirt before stopping suddenly.
Jaune’s face froze. The sound was familiar, too familiar. The same mocking tone
that followed him, waiting to strike at the moment he began to feel even a
spark of confidence. It never failed to repeat his shortcomings, or his lack of
ability, reminding him of who he was as soon he thought otherwise. ‘Really
doing your ancestors proud.’ It seemed even gaining the power to stop time
wasn’t enough to completely erase his lack of self-esteem.
Jaune wanted to curse. Hating his own negativity. But like every other time, he
couldn’t find it in him to shake its words off.  
Standing between the two women, a strange sensation settled over him. Not
guilt, so much as the disturbance he felt realizing that there was none. What
he was doing should be questionable to anyone. Yet, he’d walked in with very
little hesitation, if any. For the first time, he couldn’t help but question
his actions.
He’d come to Beacon to become a great warrior, a man worthy of the name he’d
been born into. Yet as soon as he obtained that power, this was the first thing
he did – peep on girls? An image of his father’s disappointed face immediately
came into view. And if there was any pleasure that hadn’t already bleed away,
that more than did the trick.
Jaune’s mind turned towards the consequences of what he’d done. Some of it
rational, most of it not. Getting such an intimate view of his teammate, if
they ever found out what he’d done…
Suddenly his frozen world didn’t feel as good as it had half an hour ago.
Suddenly the lack of sound, of motion seemed suffocating.
Jaune eyes flickered around the room anxiously. Drawing deep breaths, his lungs
pulled at the stale, still air. Sparing the pair of girls one last glance,
Jaune Arc did the one thing he knew how to do when the going got tough.
He ran.
A/N: And there is the first chapter. For any of you worried about possible dark
themes that may appear as a result of Jaune’s new outlook, rest assured this
fic is intended to be a fun, smutty read. And that any manipulations will be
met favorably by most, if not all, female characters given enough time. That
being said, if it still doesn’t sound like your thing than thanks for giving me
a chance. However, if the first chapter has left you hungry for more, please
feel free to follow_and_review. It is always appreciated.
Next_Chapter:_Reassurances: Running from your problems rarely works out, which
Jaune is quick to learn. Catching her friend in a moment of panic, Yang manages
to calm his fears while unknowingly volunteering herself for more
experimentation of Jaune’s new powers. What was so bad that it made Jaune run
from his team? How will Yang react when she becomes its focus? Read the next
chapter to fine out.
***** Reassurances *****
A/N: For those of you wondering, I split the first chapter into two for more
manageable reading chunks. I hope you guys enjoy the more edited versions. They
should read a lot easier. Okay, enjoy.
Girl(s): Yang
Tag(s): Manipulation, Groping, Stripping.
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                           Chapter 2 – Reassurances
To his credit, he didn’t make it very far.
Running from his friend’s naked bodies, from his powers, and even himself the
young man managed to stumble out the front door of his dorm before staggering
to a breathless pause. The weight of his frozen reality bared down around him
from all sides as impossible to ignore as it was all consuming. Panicked, he
scrambled to release the switch of his power, only to flinch back at the
corresponding wall of information his semblance had been keeping at bay.
Blinding light and a roaring boom of sound broke over his hunched figure. And
yet, Jaune breathed a sigh of relief, savoring the fresh air of the regular
world.
The next few minutes of his life were spent pacing back and forth in front of
the building that he’d just fled, trying and failing to calm the anxious dread
of his own thoughts. People around him watched on, oblivious to his distress
but enjoying it none the less as the laughed and offered quire stares. Those
unlucky enough to be forced to squeeze past him did so with lingering raised
eyebrows. Not that any of their attention registered. Too lost in his own mind,
the world might as well have been frozen for all he noticed. Which is why, when
a hand settled on his shoulder, the increasing pace of his heart nearly stopped
in his chest.
Yang had just been on her way back to her room when she’d stumbled across a
small crowd gathered outside the first year’s dorms. Today she’d been lucky
enough to enjoy another wonderful class taught by Goodwitch. And while the
blonde didn’t particularly care for the sour woman, the opportunity to show off
her skills and work off some steam through mock battles never failed to put her
in a good mood.
Humming to herself as she strolled through the campus, the blonde’s thoughts
were filled with an afternoon of video games with her little sis, capped by a
long hot shower. This new development paused those thoughts, although, not as
much as one would expect from a girl who claimed to be a friend.
Yang stopped and frowned. Staring at his pinched face, she wasn’t particularly
surprised. He always seemed to be worried about something or other. He just had
that nervous, skittery disposition – like a squirrel or goffer.
Amused more than anything else, her laughter quickly ended as she realized she
would need to get past him if she wanted to get to her room.
It was very tempting to try her luck and shoulder past to the door. As close as
their teams were, she wouldn’t say she was exactly friends with the other
blond. If not for Ruby, she very much doubted they would talk at all. That
being said, Yang could just picture her sis’ puppy dog face, tears and all,
should she find out her big sister had left her friend to have an aneurysm on
the front steps of their dorm.
Damn her kind heart.
“Yo,” Yang gave a two-fingered salute. Staring at the boy, her trademarked,
easygoing grin slipped to an expression of distaste. In the afternoon sun, his
already pale skin had turned an even lighter shade. Dark stains marked the
neckline of his uniform, making the wet trails lining his forehead and neck
that much more apparent. ‘Oh yeah, that’s attractive…’
Yang put on a forced smile. Memories of their first meeting immediately came to
mind. “You’re not… gonna throw up again, right?” Yang laughed like she was only
playing. But it was hard not to notice her sudden backtrack, three long steps
taking her away from the splash zone.  
Jaune found himself blinking at Yang’s sudden arrival. Dressed in her combat
attire, the familiar flash of her toned belly and amble cleavage was the last
thing he wanted to see after escaping the debacle that was his own dorm. Eyes
lingering just a bit longer appropriate, he finally just let his head hang.
“Hello, Yang…” came his reply, tired and anxious all at once. Her response was
to simply smirk, looking far more amused by his state than concerned. Jaune
groaned.
“Ah, don’t be like that,” the girl chirped. “You seem down! Why don’t you take
a seat and tell good ol’ Yang what’s got ya down.” Daring to step closer to the
pallid young man, she gave his back a hearty pat that nearly sent him to the
floor. He winced accordingly.
“Ah… Thanks, Yang,” he stared cautiously, “but I don’t think you can help me.”
Much like Yang, Jaune was very aware of how close they were to each other. What
he couldn’t figure out is why she decided to take the time to sit and talk to
him. Then again, when had Yang needed a reason to do anything?
“Okaaay,” the blonde girl chuckled. “Cuz, you’re acting a little more spastic
than usual. Which is actually kind of impressive. Bet that wasn’t what you were
hoping to improve on coming to Beacon, huh?” Jaune stared at the smiling woman,
more amazed than anything else. It took a special kind of person to be so
blatantly inappropriate.  
Jaune blinked, his panic attack momentarily forgotten. “Thanks…” came his
sarcastic reply. Her overall effect could be annoying, but no one could say
Yang wasn’t a good distraction. Even though he couldn’t notice, the small
tremor in his hands had already calmed. But Yang did, and seeing her results,
her smile only widened, happy to have someone appreciate her special brand of
comedy.
Drawing himself up, Jaune could still feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Glancing over at the blonde, she was still staring at him, an encouraging light
in her eyes. It was becoming increasingly obvious she wasn’t going anywhere.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Jaune considered her proposal.
He couldn’t tell her everything, obviously. But he would go insane if he was
stuck listening to his own fears. Her reasons be damned, Yang was offering an
ear that he badly needed. And rather than shrug off a helping hand, he should
take advantage of this rare opportunity of kindness.
“I screwed up,” Jaune finally bit out, his finger drumming nervously against
his leg. Yang could see his expression was pained. Trying to keep the mood
light, her smile slipped seeing a person she knew in a real panic. “I screwed
up,” he repeated. “Oh man…” he sighed heavily.
“Need some held hiding the body?” Yang tried again. This time her attempt at
laughter didn’t so much as faze the young man. He remained slouched,
pathetically staring at his own feet. It was Yang’s turn to fidget.
“Ah, come on,” the young woman nudging his slumped form with her shoulder.
“Can’t be that bad.”
“Pretty bad,” Jaune returned, sharp and short. He sighed heavily. Yang just
rolled her eyes, fairly certain that whatever trouble he’d gotten into, she
could handle it. He wore a bunny onesie for Monty sake!
“Okay then,” she tried again, what looked to be an attempt at a serious
expression taking her face. Settling up next to the boy, she quirked her head
to the side. “Who got hurt?”
Blinking, Jaune looked over at her expectant face, shifting nervously. “Well…
no one, but-.” Yang just smiled, nodding her head before he could go on to
explain.
“Great! Then what did you break? Anything expensive?” Again, Jaune was left to
fidget while she waited for his answer.
“I guess nothing got broken… But-!”
“Sweet! Then just one more question. How late are you?” Smiling as innocent as
ever, Yang silently enjoyed Jaune’s lost stare. Eventually she explain, “you
know, since your last period?” The following expression of embarrassment alone
made Yang’s stop worth it. She made sure to enjoy a long line of laughs, even
when Jaune began to walk away from the dorm. She quickly pulled him back.
“Okay, Okay! So to recap, you haven’t hurt anyone, haven’t broken anything, and
as far as you know, you’re not pregnant?” In response, Jaune simply gave the
girl a dry stare, one she easily shrugged off. “Sounds like a good day to me.
Heck, better than I can usually manage.” It took a moment for Yang to realize
what she’d said. “T-The first two I mean!” Finally, Jaune managed to find a
small smile.
Jaune took a moment to consider Yang’s words. To be honest, it was less about
what he’d done than why he’d done it. When he’d first come to Beacon, the first
thing he’d dreamed about was learning how to be strong. It was just a little
startling to see the first thing he did with strength was something so
questionable. That being said, maybe Yang could help him after all.
“Hey… you're strong,” Jaune pointed out, much Yang’s glee. With a triumphant
smile, she made a show of pretending to be bashful, complete with a playful
shove.
“Daw, and you’re… getting there,” she tried to return. Jaune brushed the insult
aside.
“No I mean you’re strong. Have you ever used it for something… not
responsible?” The resulting bark of laughter could be heard from most of the
campus.
“Jaune, dude, buddy,” simply gesturing to herself, she stared at the younger
man clearly asking if he knew who she was. Recalling Yang’s long history with
broken property and boys who thought it was okay to treat a lady by how she
dressed, Jaune understood how his question might be a bit redundant.
“Then, does that mean it’s okay?” he tried again. Face flushed, he couldn’t
quite grasp the concept. All his life he grew up hearing the great tales of
heroes. How they selflessly gave their lives to protect their fellow hunters.
How they saved thousands of innocents from the hands of Grimm. How they didn’t
use their semblance to peek on girls changing clothes. “We’re supposed to be
hunters, saving people, that sort of thing. Isn’t it bad if we’re abusing
power?”
“Probably,” came Yang’s short reply. With a shrug of her shoulders, the blond
woman rarely dealt with things like indecision. Jaune gapped.
“Listen,” Yang sighed, not at all guilty. “I’m no saint, okay? No one is. If
I’m sitting at a bar, and some creep can’t understand the concept of screw off,
I’m not gonna feel bad about punching him to the next room.”
“Aren’t you under ag-?” Jaune questioned, confused. Yang continued as though he
hadn’t a word.
“And if I need to punch out a bouncer who thinks he can keep me from enjoying a
night on the town, that’s not my problem either. Is it selfish? Probably.
Should I feel bad about being a Huntress and attacking civilians for seemingly
no reason? Absolutely. Unfortunately, I like to spend my weekends at the club.
And if my training can make that happen, why not use it?” All Jaune could do
was stare at her, shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s… wow.”
“Thanks!” she answered, one hundred percent sincere. She couldn’t sound any
prouder.
Crossing his arms, Jaune knew that she was crazy. But he had to hand it to her.
She knew how to make a sale. As much as he wanted to deny her logic, he also
couldn’t argue the possibility that maybe he had been the one who overreacted?
“And I’m not even the only one.” She went on, happy to see Jaune’s mood lift.
“Ruby sleeps like, an extra half hour every morning after everyone else has
left cuz she knows she can just run to class. Not to mention Blake using her
semblance as a stand in for whenever we get stuck with Professor Port. You’d be
amazed how little she actually bothers to stay for class.” It was strange to
consider, until remembering how little the black haired teammate of theirs
actually spoke.
“Weiss?” he found himself asking. He couldn’t imagine the prim and proper girl
using her equipment for anything other than their intended purpose. The glint
in Yang’s eyes told an entirely different story.
“You didn’t hear from me,” she teased, glancing around like it was some big
secret, “but little miss millionaire uses fire and wind dust to blow dry her
hair.” Putting on a wide expression, Jaune found himself returning it. Using
pure dust crystals for something so menial, it was about as close to whipping
your butt with hundred dollar lien as you could get without actually going
through the trouble.
Jaune blinked for a moment, letting all of this sink in. Yang just rolled her
eyes. “Look, when it comes down to it, life’s too short to constantly worry
about what’s right and wrong. You’re a Hunter! Kind of… If you happen to get in
a little trouble, just think about all the people’s whose lives you’re going to
save! What’s a wall or two compared to that?”
Jaune was finally starting to nod his head. It wasn’t exactly the same.
Compared to his own actions, sleeping in, skipping class, and drying your hair
sounded paltry at best. But, he’d really grown to admire the group of friends
he’d made. So to hear that these powerful warriors so casually exploited their
strengths… it helped. It helped a lot.
Why should he be any different? Maybe he exploits his new power just a bit. But
who would it really hurt? In fact, if he used it like he’d been thinking, it
would even help people. …in its own way. With this rationality in mind, Jaune
finally gave the blond girl a big smile.
“Thanks, Yang!”
Yang returned his bright expression, glad to see the awkward boy return to his
childlike enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it. Your one of the good ones. You
only stare at my tits, like, half as long as the rest of the guys in this
school.” Jaune blushed but otherwise retained his good mood.
“Um!” his ears were bright red. He could feel them erupt with heat. “Sorry?” it
was weak, but honestly, how was he supposed to apologize? I didn’t mean it?
Somehow that seemed worse.
“Aw,” she waved me off. “Like I said, you at least try.” Her hands moved to cup
each generous mound, relishing the wide expression on his face. “And, I mean,
who can really blame you? They are pretty awesome.” Emphasizing her point, her
hands moved giving each breast a generous squeeze.
Jaune, feeling the tips of his ears start to burn, turned away. Though that did
little to help block out the sound of her uproarious laughter.
Cheeks hot, Jaune could only sigh at the blonde’s behavior. No one could say
she was the shy type. That being said, it was just that attitude that helped
him when he was lost. Maybe it was bad to look for a certain kind of advice,
but the thought of someone like Weiss or, god forbid, Goodwitch finding him
instead sent ice up his veins.
Speaking of his Snow Angel, Jaune had some serious thinking to do. While simply
hopping in on her next shower would be more than satisfying, the young hero was
interested in more than just her body. His ultimate goal was, and always would
be her heart. His mind returned to when he’d been in the room with his team and
to what he’d been about to do.
Unbidden, Jaune’s line of thought drew his eyes to the blonde’s breasts. Still
proudly thrust out, it was hard not to. Seeing his attention, Yang’s teasing
expression narrowed, though not enough to completely whip the smile from her
face.
“Hey, that wasn’t an invitation you kno-.” Hands on her hips, Yang gave the boy
a sardonic smirk. Half amused by his attention but more so annoyed.
Unfortunately, frozen midsentence, her words seemed to stretch and deepen until
finally stopping completely.
Feeling the world slow to a stop, Jaune turned a guilty smile towards the
frozen blond, trying not to let his cheeks grow too hot. ‘She was the one who
told me it was okay to abuse my power,’ he explained himself. And what he had
in mind could only be described as such.
He’d seen that the things he did with his semblance translated to the real
world, he had Cardin to thank for that. Initially meant towards combat
purposes, surrounded by nearly naked women had led his mind to wander towards
other possibilities. Ones that might convince a certain heiress to go out with
him.
If pain translated well enough, why couldn’t pleasure? Focusing on certain
areas of the body, it should be easy enough to summon the desired effect. Let’s
hear Weiss tell him she isn’t interested when her blood and body starts to burn
just by standing near him. Though, that’s only assuming this actually worked.
Thankfully, his beautiful assistant had all but volunteered to be his first
test subject. And if that required him to remove just a few layers of clothing,
well, he’d just have to find some way to cope.
“So… thanks for your advice,” he expressed his gratitude. It was strange. His
mind went through the same reasoning as Yang’s, considering their relationship,
or lack thereof. This only made him reaching for her chest that much more
awkward. “Um, and I hope you don’t mind if I…” he trailed off, his hands
lowered to her undo the front of her jacket.
Still proudly presenting herself, her chest was easy to reach as he struggled
with the front of her jacket. Touching his aura, the fabric joined his place in
time becoming soft and pliable. The button holding the two pieces together
eventually popped free, revealing even more of her bright yellow strapless
belly shirt – which did little to hide her exposed midsection and cleavage.
Jaune dropped the jacket into the open air. Low cut, and short enough to show
off the slim firmness of her waist, the material of her top seemed thin enough
to detail the shape of her chest. Perhaps a size too small, the young man could
only imagine how difficult it was to find shirts that fit around her maturity.
The yellow material strained to do just that, pulled taut against her bust.
She was easily the best endowed of their year. At seventeen, the figure she’d
been able to develop was even more impressive than Pyrrha. And while his
intentions were pure, well, as pure as they could be given the situation,
you’ll have to excuse him if he didn’t take a small amount of liberty in the
mock exam. This was Yang Xiao Long after all.
Jaune marveled at the opportunity he’d been able to make for himself. Sure,
he’d gotten the chance to glance every now and then. But, like Yang had pointed
out, he’d always made a point to look away. Out of respect for Ruby if nothing
else. What kind of friend would he be if she caught him ogling her sister’s
breasts?
He couldn’t help but give a wry smile at the sheer contradiction.
His hands shook slightly, pulling at the hem of her shirt. Unlike her jacket,
the springy yellow material was much easier to adjust. The only thing holding
it up without her thick jacket was her own generous proportions. A few tugs
were all it took for it to snap over the peak of her hills and pool at the
narrowest point of her waist. No longer hidden, the full view of her breasts
both surprised and thrilled him. 
“No bra?” Jaune found himself blinking in surprise. He looked up at the girl’s
smirking face, impressed. “Bold,” he commented, Yang offered no rebuttal, her
sarcastic expression only adding to the view of her breasts. Only the second
pair in his life after having already spied on Pyrrha.
They were bigger, which he had been expecting. And he could see the added
weight effect the shape. From her collar, the mounds hung maybe a bit lower
than his partner, towards the bottom of her ribs. But this did nothing to
effect the full shape. Also different from his partner, where her tips had
jutted away from her breast in natural points, Yang’s tanned peeks flowed
naturally into the smooth shape, with the exception of two prominent blunt nubs
breaking the surface in opposite directions. Against the equally generous
mound, the large caps fit perfectly against her figure, the obviousness of her
beauty made even more impossible to ignore. 
Jaune felt his heart pick up, eyes widening as he took the time to appreciate
the sight before him. Even if he tried flirting with the other blonde on
occasion, he never dreamed he’d get the chance to see her famous chest. At
least, not any more than she showed the rest of the world. He stared for
another few moments, before finally working up the nerve to approach her.
Jaune could clearly hear his own heavy, nervous breathing in the void of his
world. Swallowing against his dry throat, his hand reached out slowly before
finally settling on the smooth, flat surface of her stomach. Defined in the
best of ways, he could feel the subtle muscle glide under his fingers as the
smoky light of his aura left trails wherever he touched.
He stood at her side, one hand on her front while the other held her back.
Between the two, he took his time, gently exploring what it felt like to touch
a girl’s skin. She was soft despite the firm tone of muscles sculpting her
figure. Under his fingers, he pressed the digits against her feeling the smooth
skin’s texture. Yang may not be the dainty thing that he looked for in Weiss,
but no one could deny her femininity.
The warmth of his hands seeped into her skin, gentle sensations teasing it into
waking. Goosebumps lined where he touched, reacting to Jaune’s care. It was the
first sign of his theory coming to life. And it only encouraged him. Looking
up, he dared to brush her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. He could
see the still smirking expression glaring into empty space.
Pressing against her side, he could feel her bare shoulder press against his
chest. He’d taken his time exploring her body, tracing the different lines and
curves that she so regularly showed off. The entire surface of her upper body
glowed with his aura, the dim light bringing her to life. With only her breast
left to explore, the slight flutter in his stomach only increased.
A nervous Jaune’s eyes stayed locked on her features, looking down only as he
felt his hand cup the underside of her famous breast.
Cradling the swell of flesh, he could feel its unexpected weight. Soft, it felt
solid in his hands. A unique texture that left his heart pounding in his ears.
He ventured to give the supple skin a gentle squeeze. His fingers naturally
sank into its firm texture.
Repeating the motion, his stiff posture slowly began to relax. Shoulders began
to slump, and the stiff tension in his fingers eased to a more comfortable
grip. Watching his own handy work the mound against Yang’s chest, the soft
flesh naturally rolled and shifted from its own weight. He could only marvel at
the girl he was currently fondling.
Jaune recalled how they'd met and shook his head. He’d been a bit dizzy at the
time, but it was safe to say he, in no way, thought he’d ever reach this
position. Though, vomiting on someone rarely did. He could only imagine she
still saw him as the airsick boy who’d ended up losing his lunch on her shoes.
He moved to her other breast and gave it a generous squeeze. Against his palm,
he could feel the flat nub of her nipple press against his palm and across its
callused surface. Rubbed raw from the hours spent attempting to learn how to
swing his sword, the skin was anything but smooth. This turned out to work in
his favor as the resulting friction created the first delightful sparks of
arousal in Yang’s body.
She was slow to respond, but washed in his aura her breasts started to awaken.
He could feel them warm in his hands.
Working the flesh gently, as time went on and he grew more comfortable with
what he was going he felt himself handling the girl’s body a bit more firmly.
Still careful, the added pressure appeared to be appreciated as a gentle blush
began to build beneath the surface. Kneading them, he did his best to give each
breast the same amount of attention. And without any mind to suppress the
sensations being forced upon her, Yang was helpless but to respond the way
nature intended.
A young woman and flushed with hormones, her body did the only thing it was
supposed to in such situations. Jaune could feel her tips hardening, tightening
and swelling with warm blood that only made her more susceptible to the ghostly
manipulation. Firm hands and earnest attention worked better than his more
tender approach. And with an eager smile, Jaune’s chest swelled realizing what
he’d been able to accomplish.
Jaune couldn’t help but feel an immense swell of pride. Paying special
attention to the swollen nub, he pinched the pert flesh testing its hard yet
malleable tenderness. The rough surface of her puckered areola ran along his
fingertips.
In all rationality, this was probably more than enough to test what he’d been
looking for. But rather than pull away, the young man felt himself moving
closer.
Settling himself against her back, his other hand wrapped around her front to
handle both breasts at the same time. The hunter in training slowly worked
them, massaging the tips, until they strained against themselves.
The sensitive nerves wound into a tight pillar of a nub. By this point, Jaune
was well aware that he was just enjoying himself. But flexing his fingers
around the base of Yang’s breasts, and pressing his face into the soft,
fragrant tresses of her treasured hair, he quickly decided he didn’t care.
Compared to the terrifying girl he was used to seeing, the girl he was holding
now seemed like an entirely different person. Wrapped in his arms, she actually
felt small. Fitting into the plane of his chest like she was made for it. Using
the whole of his hand, Jaune rolled the heavy softness against her chest,
squeezing gently to watch his fingers mold her body.
The bright light of his aura wafted off his skin like smoke, clinging to
whatever he touched. Practically saturated by this point, the two mounds fell
naturally against her rips, the stimulation naturally flooding the tender skin
with warmth and blood.
By the time Jaune was finished, the normally pale feminine curves were flushed
and swollen- their tips aching with the attention he’d delivered.
It was good enough, more than necessary in fact. Unbidden, Jaune found his mind
drifting to the rest of her body. It was almost too tempting to undress the
rest of her, a half skirt and a pair of short black shorts being the only thing
standing in his way. Hand leaving her breast, it settled on the warm curve of
her ribs. But as beautiful of a sight he knew it would be, he was actually more
interested in the results of his little experiment.
Besides, even if things did not go as he’d planned, there wasn’t any reason he
couldn’t double or even triple check. One more time, he found himself shaking
his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was with great reluctance that he
finally stepped back, the front of his pants noticeable tighter despite his
best attempts to control himself.
With nothing else to do, he set out to begin the arduous task of redressing
her. Fixing the stubborn buttons of her jacket back under her bust, he stepped
back and was satisfied to see the usual amount of cleavage peeking out. It was
almost a relief to see her back in clothes.
It certainly made thinking clearly less difficult.
It was strange to think of Yang as anything but the powerhouse she was. But
after today, Jaune couldn’t help but remember how she’d felt nestled up against
him. He’d always have his eyes set on Weiss. But if things didn’t end up
working out for whatever reason the blond young man didn’t see any reason why
he couldn’t turn his attention on the buxom boxer.
Jaune tried to reposition himself the same as when he’d frozen time.
Returning his eyes to Yang’s breasts, he was surprised to find a calmness about
him. Heart still pounding with excitement, the contrast was strange but not
unwelcome. Rather, he just didn’t know what to expect. With any luck, his first
conclusion would prove true, and Yang would have some kind of reaction. But
even if this turned out not to be the case, it was hard to complain after you’d
spent an afternoon fondling a beautiful woman’s chest. Now it was just time to
see if it was worth more than a cold shower.
Jaune stared at her features a moment longer- almost sad that the frozen moment
really couldn’t last forever. But like all things good in the world, this too
hand to end. He could only hope that it wouldn’t be too long before the next
one. With that as solace, Jaune just smiled. Reaching into his own stomach, the
now familiar texture of his semblance brushed against his aura and snapped off.
Unfrozen, the world around him unwound at an increasing pace. Slowly, the
people and sounds melted into action. Yang’s voice shot back from the void, the
stretched out syllables contracting to recognizable sounds. Jaune waited for
all of this to come to a point, eyes wide as they watched the girl come back to
life.
“-vitation you know.” Still smirking at him, Yang’s brow quirked, new and
strange sensations slowly working their way to her brain.
Hands on her hips, Yang blinked, suddenly feeling as though something was off.
Starting small, like a bug tickling the small hairs on her arm, the sensation
quickly grew. Almost as though it fed off of her awareness.
Her chest felt… tight. A flush of warmth rose to her cheeks seemingly from
nowhere. It wasn’t until she shifted, rolling her hips to balance on her other
foot that the motion forced her breasts to brush against the inside of her
shirt. All at once, her shoulders tensed, a startled hiss escaping her clenched
teeth.
She seemed to completely forget her current company, openly turning to stare
down at her covered chest. At the same moment, she couldn’t help but cross an
arm over her bust. “W-What the…” she mumbled to herself. But the sensation of
her own hands did little clear anything up. And soon the warmth saturating the
supple orbs began to bleed throughout the rest of her body.
Yang, from her perspective, was entirely confused. Standing in front of the
dorm, she had just finished up giving one of her sister’s friends the pep talk
of a lifetime. Catching him glance at her breasts wasn’t entirely surprising.
Though it had been a while since anyone had been brave enough to do so quite so
brazenly. Rather than let it slide, she thought it would be more fun to catch
the boy and watch him flounder. Nothing about that explained why her nipples
were suddenly, almost painfully, hard.
Breathing deeply, Yang could feel the warmth in her cheeks as the rest of her
body seemed to catch up with whatever effects had focused on her chest. Far
from unpleasant, she almost wished it was a pain radiating across he skin.
Better that than this frustrating tingle that seemed to tickle her spine.
In a single moment of horror, she found other areas begin to be affected.
Namely the sudden warmth in her panties. It was only slight, but she still
couldn’t help but press her thighs together in a halfhearted attempt at fending
off the unwanted arousal. Maybe forgoing a bra that morning hadn’t been the
best idea?
It was impossible to ignore the delightful friction they caused brushing
against the slightly abrasive material of her combat attire with every breath.
It only served to further scramble her already short-circuited brain. Which is
why, hearing somebody’s voice, Yang was horrified to remember she wasn’t
anything close to being alone.
“Everything okay?” Still an arm’s length away, Yang’s eyes widened when she
watched him take a step closer. That, under normal circumstances, would be
totally okay. But at this moment, the last thing she needed was to be closer to
a boy. 
That’s just what she needed, Vomit Boy, of all people, watching her flushed and
flustered. For an irrational moment, she wondered if he could see what was
happening to her. She rejected the idea as fast as it had appeared. She refused
to even acknowledge that possibility. Instead, she forced her tight expression
into a grimace of a smile, trying and failing to appear as her regular self.
“Mhmm!” Not trusting her voice, her breath was already harder to catch. Only
after she was sure she could make it through a sentence without stuttering did
she attempt words. And even then, it was impossible to miss that something was
affecting the poor girl.
“Just, ah, little heat stroke. I think I’ve been out in the sun too long.” It
was a pitiful excuse, but it was still better than explaining that her nipples
were suddenly hard enough to cut glass. Hands still braced over her chest, she
lifted a single arm to wipe away the sweat that had begun to build on her brow.
It had been quite some time since she’d been able to feel these sensations,
making their effects that much more potent.
This time the flush in her cheeks was more than arousal, but honest
embarrassment. Almost as soon as she finished talking, a look of confusion
swallowed her features. This was quickly followed by a deep flush of color that
seemed to devour her otherwise pale cheeks.
Wracking her mind, she tried to make sense of what could have caused this
reaction. She liked to joke that her ‘girls’ had a mind of their own, but this
was ridiculous. Unfortunately, stood outside in the middle of the courtyard,
there wasn’t much regarding stimulation. Not unless she’d suddenly taken a
liking to tall, blond, and scraggly.
She would have laughed if not for the sudden drop in her stomach.
Impossible, surely… Though he had been staring right at them. Maybe she’d liked
the attention more than she’d thought? Still grinding against her shirt, the
tightly wound flesh left sparks of pleasure with each action, only deepening
her frown. It was crazy… but there wasn’t much else that could have triggered
such a reaction. She glanced back at the boy, trepidation clear in her purple
gaze.
For the first time in her life, Yang found herself considering the boy. Looking
for something that she might have consciously missed. Looking for anything that
she normally found attractive.
That’s not to say she thought of him as unattractive, especially when she
usually enjoyed other blonds. But his weedy frame and nervous disposition
always made it impossible to see him in any real light. At least, that’s what
she had thought.
Then there was her little sister to consider. While it didn’t seem all that
serious, he was still the first guy ever that she’d interest in – small as it
may be. What kind of big sister would she be to try and swoop in and steal that
away?
It couldn’t be that part of her enjoyed Jaune ogling her, could it? The very
thought soured her stomach. Sure, she liked being the center of attention. But
not that much!
Yet, the more she thought about him, the more her body naturally responded to
the source of its pleasure. Bathed in his aura, her breasts couldn’t help but
react to his presence. She could feel her nipples tighten just glancing in his
direction.
The realization was both unnerving, and curious. The steady pulse throbbing in
the blonde’s chest demanded the rest of her attention, and Yang came to a
decision.
Whether Jaune was the source or not, it was time to retreat to a more private
location. Her slight motions and fidgeting were doing nothing but making things
even worse. The slight heat in her underwear had even turned humid. And her
hammering heartbeat only seemed to fan the flames.
“So, I should probably get out of this heat,” Yang forced a calm expression.
Fanning the warmth still burning on her face, it was all too easy to explain
the slight sweat beading on her brow. In reality, the longer she stayed, the
longer mind continued to fry.
Jaune, who’d watched all of her behavior in silence up until this point, was
slow to respond. “Ah, oka-.” And even when he did, the other blonde didn’t
bother waiting for him to finish, her cleavage heaving with the deepening
breaths.
Finally, she’d had enough. “Glad you’re feeling better. See ya!” She forced in
a rush.
Shouldering past the boy, Yang didn’t even bother to hide the slow jog she
broke into as she barreled past him and into the building. The up and down
bounce of her breasts was a special kind of torture. And she struggled to keep
the breathy moan out of her panting tone.
Past the threshold, Yang finally allowed her hand to reach into her jacket and
actually touch the hard nub pressing through her thin undershirt. Pleasure
arcing up her spine, she could only decide if what she needed was a cold shower
or a very, very warm one. She shook the thought from her head before turning to
start the path leading towards her dorm. 
Unbeknownst to her, the expression she left on Jaune’s face wasn’t confusion,
but excitement. His cheeks were bright red, making the excited smile on his
face that much more apparent to those walking by. He stared after her, his
features somewhere between amazed and turned on. Yang Xiao Long flustered was
one thing he never expected to see in his time spent at Beacon.
The test was positive, that was the only explanation. If what he thought
happened had really just happened than what he could do with these powers was
much more nefarious than he’d originally thought. That’s to say, the
possibilities that were opening up made the young man’s mind race.
Even for him, a guy who normally struggled to find anything positive about
himself, he couldn’t deny that for a brief moment, before she’d run off, Yang
had actually looked at him – had thought about him, if only for a second. Even
if that was all he accomplished, it was still farther than anything he’d been
able to pull off before.
A chance – a moment of doubt was all he needed to win Weiss over. And with this
power, he might be able to achieve just that.
Jaune’s smile carried him to the steps of the building. Rather than go inside
and face his teammates, he sat on the bottom step and found himself considering
everything that had happened. And to think the day wasn’t even over.
Just a few hours ago, he seemed like another person. Afraid and skittish, the
small crane of his neck that bent into his chest no longer plagued his posture.
For the first time in his life, he felt like he didn’t need to hide. He looked
ahead and stood, sat, proudly. Finally convinced that he might not have been
born into the wrong family. And that… that was new. But it also wasn’t the only
thing he’d noticed.
Staring down at his hand, he could still feel the soft texture of Yang’s
breast. It was surprising, amazing actually, to think he’d actually gone
through with it. The guy he was, the guy he was used to being, he wasn’t sure
if he would have been able to.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t have to worry about what he was, a
failure - a disgrace. For the first time in his life, he was able to actually
discover who he was as just… Jaune. Whether that was for good or for worse
remained to be seen. But there was one thing he did know for sure.
No more excuses. He didn’t have the luxury of blaming himself for his failures
anymore.
First Weiss, he would use these powers to get the girl of his dreams and make
her his. And after that… save the world. He would protect everyone, and go down
in history as the greatest hunter that ever lived.
That’s what it took to be an Arc. That’s what it meant to have the power he’d
been gifted.
A/N: F&R
Next_Chapter:_A_Brick_To_Build_A_Castle: The after effects of Jaune’s abilities
make themselves known while Yang contemplates her new reaction towards the
blonde hunter. Meanwhile, the white knight himself enlists the help of one Ruby
Rose to aid him in his conquest of his beloved. Will he get the chance he so
desperately needs? Or is even the power to stop time not enough to sway Weiss’
frozen heart?
***** A brick to build a castle *****
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Seriously, there must be bunch of dirty, dirty perverts out here on the
internet. Who knew?
In all seriousness I want thank everyone who liked, favorited and was kind
enough to leave a review. The amount of love for the first chapter blew me away
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                     Chapter 3 – A brick to build a castle
The sound of sword on shield echoed through the surrounding forest. At its very
edge, the towering castle-like structure of Beacon Academy loomed, its pale
features washed in the bright orange and pinks of the rising sun.
The day had hardly begun, and Jaune was already finding the rich taste of soil
filling his mouth. Shield braced overhead, a particularly large blow rattled
the bone all the way up to his shoulder. Knocked off balance, there was nothing
he could do to stop long, toned leg from sweeping across his shins and sending
him sprawling. The hunter in training just groaned on his back, a long drawn
out sound that earned a look of honest concern from the redheaded warrior stood
above him.
“Jaune?” her nervous tone asked, “are you sure there’s nothing wrong? You
seeming…” she was hesitant to continue, choosing her words carefully.
“Distracted,” she finally voiced, and she had no idea.
While not the most proficient in battle, this morning the young man seemed
particularly clumsy. Hidden behind his shield for most of their spar, he seemed
to be avoiding her. Or, more accurately, avoiding looking at her. Unknown to
Pyrrha, the bright flush of Jaune’s skin had little to do with the warm morning
air. Even now, flat on his back and his joints screaming in protest, he
couldn’t find the strength to look in her direction. Less his bright blue orbs
travel to more dishonorable locations.
What Pyrrha would say if she knew the truth – that the reason he failed to
accurately track her movements was that he was too busy watching her move? That
the reason he refused to meet her eyes was that they only made him think of her
breasts. Ironically, Pyrrha would probably find her partners thoughts
wonderful, if not a bit embarrassing. Even if, for Jaune, it had opened a door
he found himself too weak to close.
Seeing his teammates half-naked had changed something in the way he saw his
friends. Forget about training, even simple interaction proved to be a
challenge. He couldn’t even hear the sound of poor Nora’s voice without a brief
flash of purple consuming his thoughts.
Sadly, that wasn’t even the worst of it. His power, the power to freeze time,
was incredible. So much, that now that he’d discovered its use on the female
gender, he couldn’t help but consider them all. Friends and strangers alike. It
was just too easy to find himself stopped in the middle of some thought or
action, wondering what they looked like beneath their skirts and layered
uniform.
He’d been just a boy when his father had given the offhand comment of the Arc
libido. Eight children didn’t sprout out of thin air after all. It hadn’t meant
a thing at the time, but now the young man couldn’t help but give his old man’s
words some consideration.
“Sorry,” he apologized. Still ducking his gaze, he pulled himself to his feet.
“I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful. Really, I can’t tell you how much I
appreciate what you’re doing, training me. I know you don’t have to. I guess I
just… have something on my mind.” Putting on a tight smile, his gaze lifted
enough to peek at the revealing nature of her short chest piece and even
shorter skirt.
Seriously, how had he never noticed?
“If you would like to talk about it…” Pyrrha offered in a hopeful tone. Gloved
hands clasped together, a nervous smile lifted her face. She looked to be the
picture of anticipation. Unable to see any of this, Jaune just waved her off,
pretending to examine his shield.
“It’s nothing you should worry about.”
It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. He did have a lot on his mind, namely a certain
Schnee heiress and how exactly he was going to go through with his plans to
make her fall for him. Since his little experiment with Yang, it had been about
all he could think about. Among other things. A heavy sigh fell from his lips.
“Oh?” Disappointed, she tried not to let it show. Instead, she placed a
comforting hand on his shoulder trying to make him see that she could
understand his plight. Even if she couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Jaune, don’t lose hope. You’ve already come so far in just a few weeks, I hope
you can see that.” Perhaps taking advantage of their partnership, she took
another step closer, enough that she could smell the heavy scent that came with
a heavy workout. Her heart clenched. “I know you might not be where you want
yet, but there’s power in you.” Her hand reached to touch the front of his
breastplate. “I can feel it.”
Pyrrha, mistaking his distraction with frustration, seemed to think he’d lost
his will to continue their training. When, in fact, he’d never been more
motivated to improve his abilities. Jaune smiled to himself, unable to help it.
His teammate’s words struck closer to home than she would ever realize.
Chuckling in the back of his throat, his eyes met hers – if only briefly. “You
know what?” he raised an eyebrow, “you’re right. Thanks, Pyrrha. When I’m a
world famous hunter, I’ll be sure to let the world know you were responsible.”
Back straitening, a cheeky smile earned him a look of surprise from the girl.
“You won’t mind sharing a bit of that fame, right?”
Teasing, the response was so out of place and character the red-haired warrior
had to take a moment to blink. “Yes! Well, I believe I will just have to
manage, now won't I?” she finally answered, mirth in her features.
As deep as her feelings ran for the only son of Arc, it was heartbreaking to
watch him struggle with his own confidence. So, seeing him so boisterous, and
even bragging, Pyrrha’s smile was honest and bright.
“But if you plan to be the best, you’re training will certainly need to be
increased. If you’re up for it, of course.” There was a challenge in her eyes.
Still fueled by the pride in his abilities, Jaune seemed to forget himself and
raised his sword in preparation.   
“Don’t go easy on me?” he smiled foolishly. And go easy she did not. The sound
of a body hitting the forest floor echoed soon after.
                                      XxX
Jaune’s gaunt expression betrayed the lack of physical wounds his aura had
already healed. Carrying his breakfast towards a group of tables, his mind was
still on the utter torture Pyrrha had been able to dish out. His bravado had
failed quickly, about as fast as the endless rain of blows against his shield,
in fact. Her attacks had appeared to come from all directions at once while
losing none of the strength that pounded flesh and bone alike. He’d been cocky
and paid the price. Now even the smallest of motions forced his joints to cry
in protest.
School had actually saved him. With classes starting, the two couldn’t stay any
longer than they had if they wanted to shower and eat. Though, dragging his
feet, the pile of bacon and eggs he’d picked up did nothing to inspire any kind
of apatite.
His friends were already seated, team RWBY and team JNPR’s tables pressed
together as they usually spent their meals. All of them watched in silence as
he made his way over. Pyrrha’s eyes shone with worry.
“Guys, serious. I’ll live,” he finally promised. He was glad to see they cared
but he wasn’t that fragile… probably. Reaching the group of students he took
his place between his partner and the fellow leader of team RWBY. The young
girl stared at him a moment longer, her silver eyes wincing at the way he
cringed just from crouching down. Thankfully, Nora was always more than happy
to steal the group’s attention.
“Now that’s training!” Seated across from Jaune her eyes were alight with
passion. “How can you even call it a workout if you can’t taste a little
blood?” Puffing up her chest, she shot the boy a thumbs up. “Way to set the
example, team leader.” She turned to her companion, seated to her left. “Ren!
We’ve been slacking! Get ready because tomorrow morning we’re gonna double, no!
Triple our work out!”
She held up her arms, face alight with anticipation. In contrast, the Mistral
boy seemed exceedingly less enthused. “Nora, we’ve don’t have a morning
schedule.” Without so much as a blink, Nora’s smile turned even more voracious.
“Quadruple, then!” Ren knew better than to try and put up a fight. Slouching
over his cereal, he stared down into its milky, grain flecked liquid and seemed
ready drown himself in it. Jaune took the picture in, already feeling sorry for
the boy.
“Jaune?” a quiet voice sounded to his left. Peeking over he could see the
youngest girl eyeing the last of his remaining cuts.
“Wow,” her eyes were laughably wide. “Pyrrha really went all out on you, huh?”
she sounded more amused than anything. Jaune shrugged his shoulders. Said girl
had apologized profusely after understanding what she’d done. She’d gotten
caught up in his optimism as much as him, only realizing afterword his cries
hadn’t been from motivation, but fear.
“Kinda my own fault,” he had to acknowledge. Ruby tilted her head, smiling.
Like most mornings, conversations among the groups drifted in and out of focus.
Eating at a casual pace, they all had more than enough time to enjoy their
meals before running off to class. Falling unusually quite, Jaune easily
slipped through the cracks of their click. Which was fine by him.
Out of everyone at the table, Yang found herself the most affected by Jaune’s
arrival. It wasn’t by accident she’d picked the farthest end of the table to
sit. Away from the other blond and hopefully far enough to keep whatever
weirdness had occurred yesterday from happening again.
Like a scar that ached whenever its donor was near or that small excitement you
feel when an old friend is close, the body had a tendency to imprint different
emotions depending on the person. And though neither Jaune nor Yang was aware
of it yet, he’d left his mark.
Smiling and joking around on the outside, she did her best to keep her sidelong
glances at the boy from being too obvious. It was the first time she had ever
found herself behaving in any way other than her normally bold and boisterous
self. But the memory of her unexpected arousal was not easily forgotten.
Escaping the boy’s aura had helped her condition, but not nearly as much as she
would have wished. Her entire team had been relaxing in her dorm, and the last
thing she wanted was to be around her little sister while her toes were
literally tingling. The lockers being the only place to escape to, her joke
about a cold shower had turned into reality.
The only thing worse than feeling her body’s state was seeing it stripped down
in the bathroom. The swollen shape of her breasts was only made more striking
by the sharp points refusing to relax. Tinged pink, her slightly tanned
completion looked feverous as she’d walked through the small group of young
huntresses milling about. And for the first time, Yang found herself shying
away from the attention, rather than flaunting her normally proud assets.
Cool water on her heated skin had left her shivering, but not in the ways she’d
hoped. Still tingling, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so worked
up. And by Jaune Arc of all things! Even now, peering at him out the corner of
her eyes she watched him lazily push around his now cold eggs – every bit the
admittedly awkward guy he was.
Lean, shaggy, passive, he wasn’t at all the kind of guy she normally went for.
At seventeen, Yang wasn’t ashamed to have already gotten a good amount of
experience in the ways of the bedroom. While nothing that would give her a
reputation, well, more of a reputation, there had been enough boys that she’d
found interesting enough to try and learn what she liked. And what she liked
was nothing close to Jaune. So why the hell couldn’t she look away? She wasn’t
the only one wondering.
“Why are you staring at Jaune?” The buxom blonde blinked, torn out of her
thoughts to find a pair of piercing yellow eyes glittering in her direction. Of
course, if anyone was going to catch her it would be Blake. But that didn’t
make Yang any less embarrassed.
Eyes wide, she matched Blake’s suspicious stare trying and failing to come up
with some kind of explanation. She ultimately failed – deciding she might as
well make use of her crafty partner.
Blake had been kind enough to at least try and keep her voice down keeping
their other two teammates from joining in. Looking around, Yang leaned in
closer, speaking in hushed tones. “Okay… so try and stay with me here.” Blake
simply raised an eyebrow, her lazy eyes lifting a fraction of an inch. Yang
took that as her sign to continue
“Have you ever…” she looked for the right way to continue, “Have you ever
thought Jaune was attractive?” There, she’d said it. And if Blake’s suddenly
wide expression was anything to go by, it was the last thing she was expecting
to hear from her partner.
Taking a moment, Blake slowly leaned back in her chair, keeping her eyes on her
partner. Finally turning to look at the awkward blonde, she tilted her head
curiously before shifting back, her face no more understanding. “Wow, really
been that long, huh?” The accusation wasn’t lost on the blonde who immediately
went on the defensive.
“Hey! I haven’t come back to see any of your socks on the doorknob either miss
erotica.” Blake didn’t even flinch, although her cheeks might have darkened for
a moment. In a move that was perhaps too casual, the book she’d been reading
was shifted from the table to her lap.
“I…’ve, have bad experiences dating. Books are a better fit for me.” Yang
couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Ink and pages over sweat and skin? Well, it
wasn’t what she would call a Friday night but to each their own. Blake was an
odd one after all. She tried to return to the matter at hand.
“Seriously though, dry spells aside, what do you think? Bangable?”
“If you’re into that. I guess so?” she wasn’t impressed.
“But I’m not!” Yang answered, eyes wide and pitiful. This only continued to
confuse her friend, who tried to understand the situation. “At least, I wasn’t.
Not before tomorrow!” The interest returned. And Blake’s eyebrow rose
expectantly.
“What happened yesterday?” she asked in a dubious voice. She could hardly
imagine anything strange enough to inspire an attraction towards the boy. Not
that she found him particularly unattractive. But more, it was hard for her to
see him as anything worth chasing. Then again, her choice in men had a less
than perfect track record. So maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss her.
Yang would have groaned. If not for the memory of the day than for someone else
knowing about it. Still, keeping it to herself had done nothing but haunt her.
And if anyone was going to know, it might as well be the girl that hardly
talked.
“I have no idea!” she admitted. And shook her head. “One minute were just
talking, and the next I’m nearly falling over trying to stop my nipples from
punching through my shirt.” It was certainly a picturesque description, but
Blake wasn’t offended. If anything her interest was only more peeked.
“Because… of Jaune?” Almost in disbelief, both of them turned to glance at the
boy who slowly brought a piece of bacon to open mouth, only to flinch at the
first bite. Neither was very impressed watching him struggled to so much as eat
in the aftereffects of his teammate’s training.
“I don’t get it either,” the blonde agreed as they turned back towards each
other. “I mean, he’s nice enough, I guess. But now it’s like whenever I get
close…” she trailed off heat flooding her cheeks. That earned a small smile
from her friend she leaned in expectantly.
“Whenever you get close?” she led.
Yang’s face pinched, but she still whispered back, “Whenever I get close I can
feel my…” she paused, gesturing towards her impressive bust, “get excited.” Her
cheeks couldn’t have gotten any redder if they were pained.
Blake paused at the information. “Just your breasts?” she asked. And Yang
nodded her head energetically. That was certainly odd, but not any stranger
than Jaune having any kind of effect on a woman. This time when she turned to
look at him, she tried to look past his goofy appearance and see what Yang
apparently was. Maybe there was more to him than she’d thought?
“I guess you can only ignore him then,” Blake supplied. “Unless you want to see
where this goes?” Asked more than told, Yang’s answering dry stare was all the
dark haired girl needed to see where she stood. Blake found herself smiling in
spite of herself.
“Fine, just a few days to get whatever this is out of my system.” Yang
supplemented. But even if that was her plan, the memory of the sensations she’d
felt that day were hard to forget. And even without the aid of Jaune’s aura
stimulating her body, a spark of pleasure snaked its way from between her legs
and through her body. A shiver shook her, and she stared stubbornly at her
plate. All the while Blake watched on, a secretive smile peeking her interest.
Well, today had certainly started in an interesting way. With a cautious glance
toward her sulking partner, her book opened back to the place she’d been. But
suddenly, it seemed a bit less interesting that it had just moments ago.
Instead, her attention lingered on the two blondes.
For some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there may be more to
Yang’s story than she’d let on. And that, perhaps, it might be worth keeping an
eye out for the pair.
She lifted her book back in front of her face. But this time to hide the small
smile that had formed.
While Yang and Blake sequestered away in their little corner, little did either
of them know the object of their discussion was planning to begin his own plot.
The culmination of his time at Beacon finally heading to how he could convince
a certain heiress she was in love with him
Left to his own devices, Jaune gave up on eating after so much time and found
his eyes turning to his left. Across from Ruby, a girl as pale as freshly
fallen snow casually picked at a plate of fruits. The young man watched her
bring a red grape to her lips, its splash of color stark against her lips, and
take a bite. He swallowed nervously.
His plan, as plans went, was fairly simple. Get her on a date, show her a good
time. And, if she looked unimpressed, do his best to persuade her that she
might feel more for him than she might think. All by what whatever means he had
at his disposal. It wasn’t the best plan by any means. But Jaune had certainly
chased after her with less. However, to get this chance, he would need to
enlist a bit of help.
“Psst! Ruby.” Hearing her name, the smiling girl turned her attention to her
friend, brows raised.
“Whaaaaat?” she whispered back in the same exaggerated hushed tone. This seemed
to tickle her, made obvious by her dimpled grin. Thankfully she managed to
restrain herself from giggling.
“You think you could help me something? Something really, really important?”
His tone was pleading and his expression pitiful, both things that delighted
the fifteen-year-old sat next to him. Rolling her eyes at the dramatization,
she could only feel her amusement increase.
“I kinda need to know what it is first?” she answered. Scrunching up her face,
she looked around them at the table full of their friends and quietly added,
“Also why are we whispering?” And doing a poor job of it at that. Gone
unnoticed by everyone, Blake’s bow seemed to twitch. They continued completely
unaware of the spy in their midst.
Jaune fidgeted, eyes nervously flickering around the room. Finally settling on
Weiss, Ruby followed his line of sight, only to groan when she finally
understood what this show was about. She promptly turned back to face her meal,
eyes drawn in disinterest.
“Nope,” she chirped, stuffing her face with a spoonful of cinnamon-y, surgery
oatmeal. Even Jaune’s insistent whining didn’t sway her. She just shook her
head.
There were a lot of things that Ruby still didn’t understand in her world. Why
people felt the need to hurt each other when Grimm were still doing a wonderful
job. Why cookies were never shelved in the same part of the store as milk. Why
heels were ever invented and why she was expected to wear them. But most of
all, Ruby would never understand relationships…
Growing up, Yang had certainly been popular enough for young Ruby to catch onto
to what went on between boys and girls. Then, her old school, Signal had been
rife with budding teenage hormones. But every time her sister or one of her
friends talked about how cute he was or what a hottie she was, Ruby could only
stare at them blandly.
Whatever part of the brain that made people act so stupid around the opposite
gender, she seemed to have been born without. Which was just fine by her.
“Please!” Jaune begged, for the third time. Sagging against her chair, the
young woman finally turned to look at him.
“Jaune, I don’t think she’s interested,” she explained. Quickly realizing that
her words could be offensive, her expression pinched in worry. “B-But don’t
take it personally, I mean she doesn’t really like me either. Or anyone…” And
that only made her remember her strained relationship with her teammate.
Jaune didn’t even blink. “I have a plan!” he swore, “totally foolproof.”
Returning to her bland expression, Ruby didn’t seem convinced.
“That’s what you said about the guitar!” she glared. “And your pickup lines.
And that thing you tried to do with the hand puppets, that I don’t really
understand, but it didn’t work!” Crossing her arms, the little rose was
beginning to realize how much she’d been getting dragged into the blond’s crazy
schemes. And, that her partner might start to like her more if she didn’t help
someone terrorize her on a nearly weekly basis.
“But this time for real!” Hearing the same whining tone, Ruby just slumped in
her chair, knowing that eventually she was going to give in.
“Fine…” she huffed. Jaune immediately stared at her, a great smile on his face.
Ruby’s face felt strangely warm for a second. “Tell me what you need.”
“Just help me get her alone,” he asked. When Ruby stared at him, eyes wide he
rushed to explain himself. “Nothing weird, promise! Just tell her you want to
talk near the east wing entrance before classes, okay? I’ll do the rest.” Ruby
continued to stare at him, hating that she already knew how it was going to
end. With a pissed off Weiss and a depressed Jaune, neither of which she wanted
to see. Still, she couldn’t say no. Not while he was staring right at her. She
begrudgingly nodded her head.
“Awe, Rubes, you’re the best!” he swore. And once again Ruby felt her cheeks
increase a few degrees. Maybe she was getting sick? Eh, nothing a tall glass of
milk couldn’t solve.
“Just… don’t feel too down if your plan doesn’t go exactly as planned, okay?”
She hated seeing her friend like that. But Jaune wasn’t listening, already off
in his own world imagine exactly how his date was going to go.
“Sure, sure.” He waved his hand. “I’ll pick you up a box of cookies as thanks.”
Backing away, he picked up his tray and was the first to leave their group of
friends. Ruby watched him leave, dread pooling in her stomach.
“Triple chocolate please!” she yelled after him. The group of teenagers turned
to look at their youngest friend, but she ignored them. Maybe if he was upset,
she could share them with him? Thinking about it, the picture brought a smile
to her face. One that didn’t go unnoticed.
                                      XxX
The day had hardly started and already Weiss could feel a headache coming
along. Preparing for the day’s first class, she’d been blindsided by the
hyperactive girl that was her partner. Running up out of nowhere, she suddenly
exclaimed that she wanted to talk with her all the way across the school near
the east wing. When asked why she couldn’t simply speak where they were already
standing, the little girl had just stared at her with the widest eyes possible.
All before running off, with the words, “Okay, see you there, bye!” almost too
rushed to comprehend.
Weiss shook her head and closed her eyes. Why she had to be paired with such a…
a, a child, she would never know. Skilled as the younger girl was, there were
times that seemed the two of them had been put together simply as a test for
her patience. A long, long test.
The ‘click’ ‘clack’ of her buckled, black shoes on the floor echoed whilst she
neared her destination. Classes would begin shortly, and most of the students
were already safely tucked inside. Weiss should be able to make it as well so
long as whatever her partner wanted didn’t take too long. But if this was a
waste of her time, it would be a while before Ruby could expect anything from
the pale girl besides the coldest of shoulders.
She turned a corner, only to blink at the picture in front of her.
Jaune Arc, of all people, stood leaning against the wall in a pose all too
cheesy. Eyes closed, his smile was far too confident. And one that Weiss had
learned to avoid at all costs. Knowing that it was statically impossible for
her to just happen upon such a scene, her brain connected the dots leading to a
surge of irritation. One that only multiplied as soon as the buffoon opened his
mouth.
“Snow Angel,” he nodded, smirking for all it was worth. Staring at him for a
full five seconds in silence, she simply turned her heel and left the same way
she’d come.
“W-Wait, wait!” Jaune called. Dropping his suave demeanor, if it could even be
called that, he scrambled to chase after her. Around the corner he watched her
walking only a few feet away, her red skirt swaying. “Where’re you going?!” He
cried.
“Toooo class,” she pointed, as though it was obvious. Turning around her bitch
face was in full force as she found herself dealing with this, of all things,
so early in the morning.
“Aren’t you going to hear what I what I have to say?” Jaune asked, almost
whining. Weiss stopped, turned around, and actually seemed to think about it
for a moment. “Fine,” nodding her head, she gave the boy a stare that could
only be labeled as glacial. Perturbed, the boy found his confidence waning, as
it did so many times in the heiress’ presence. Squaring his shoulders, he did
his best to appear collected.
“Mrs. Schnee, would you be so kind as to join me this-.”
“No.”
Blinking, his eyes went wide as he wasn’t even allowed to finish before getting
turned down. Weiss didn’t give him another second before turning back towards
the hall, long, pale hair whipping back and forth as she strode forward. Jaune
gaped after her.
“No?!” he called. And once again found himself chasing after her. Not bothering
to stop, Weiss sighed as soon as she realized the boy intended to follow her.
Considering all the trouble he went through just to get her there it shouldn’t
be too surprising, but she was still irritated, nevertheless.
“That is my answer.” She was being cold, yes. But after trying to gently turn
him down so many times the small part of her that felt sorry for his misplaced
feelings had died. She was only being as harsh as it would take to get it
through his thick skull.
“But you didn’t even let me finish.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe how
things were turning. It wasn’t at all how he’d imagined it. Weiss’ response was
just as quick and cold as a frozen blade.
“Do you really think it would have made a difference?”
Stopped midstride, Jaune found himself staring after her, helpless as she
retreated farther and farther down the hall. All he could do was stare at the
back of her head, scrambling for a way to save his “foolproof” plan.
Too bad it wasn’t Jaune-proof.
Idea’s racing, he bit the tip of his thumbnail. There was something he could
try, but it was dangerous. And certainly a last resort. If things didn’t happen
like he planned, if he was wrong in his assumption, then there would be little
hope of him ever wooing his dream gal. In a snap decision, Jaune made up his
mind and chased after her. What did he have to lose?
“Weiss!”
His voice was far away, but the distinct sound of running meant he would be
upon her soon enough. More than anything, Weiss just wanted to sigh. She didn’t
enjoy hurting him. Really she didn’t. She wasn’t so cold as to be unable to
notice he was nice enough when he wasn’t hitting on her. If not for his
feelings, she would even go so far as to say they could be friends. Well, as
much of friends as she’d managed with her team anyway. But if she needed to
break him for him to realize that there was none, no way, a snowball’s chance
in hell of them getting together, then she would. Crushing was what Schnees’
did best, after all.
“Weiss.” He approached her and was delighted when she actually stopped to look
back. What he found in her eyes was not the beautiful expression he’d come to
love, but something cold and hard. She opened her mouth, no doubt getting ready
to tear him a new backside. But this time, it would be Jaune who interrupted
her.
“Please!” he begged, stopping her before she could even start. “Just hear me
out this one last time, okay?” She glared at him, but he just held up his
hands. “Like you said, what’s it going to change?” Having her own words thrown
back at her, Weiss temper’ cooled, if only enough wait another moment before
hurting the teenage boy.
“You think you’re not interested me,” he started, earning a scathing glare
right from the start. “I understand that,” he promised. “I do. All I’m asking
is for a chance to change your mind, to, to show you that I can be the guy
you’d want to date. So… here’s my proposal.” He took a deep breath before
continuing.
“One date,” he held up a finger in her face. “One date, tonight. Just you and
me. We’ll have dinner, and then a walk in the park. And then” he stopped, worry
taking his features. “Then… if you still say you don’t feel anything for me,
anything at all, I promise I will never ask you out again.”
There it was, his last resort. His ace in the hole. If this didn’t work, he
really would lose her. And that’s only if she didn’t decide it was easier to
just turn him down now. Shocked out of her hard expression, it seemed Weiss
hadn’t been expecting his deal either. And in a single, long moment, she
silently considered what he’d said.
She should say no, she knew that deep in her heart. Nothing good can come from
leading him on in anyway. That being said, the school year had only just begun,
and spending the next how many more months being chased by a boy she had no
interest in was not how she wanted to spend that time. It was bad enough her
entire team thought she was this cold, emotionless witch. Maybe killing this
obsession now really was her best option. It was with growing horror that she
realized her only avenue of choice.
“I can’t believe I'm saying this,” she groaned, her expression the same as if
she were agreeing to open heart surgery. In contrast, even that small of an
admission brought the largest of smiles on Jaune’s face.
“You understand that this will change nothing?” Weiss demanded, needing him to
hear it. “And that ultimately this will only be a waste of my time and your
finances?” Jaune nodded his head, happy as if she’d already just agreed to be
his girlfriend. “And yet you still insist on this farce?” Again, he nodded his
head, faster this time. Realizing that there was no way of talking him out if
it, Weiss crumbled.
“You get one hour,” she pointed a finger in his face. Glaring, it was hard to
stay angry against what could only be described as unbridled joy. Did it really
make him that happy? Slightly dazed by the thought, she continued until she was
sure he’d heard her. “That’s it, that’s all you have. Not another second. And
you do not want to find out what will happen if you decide to go back on your
word.”
“Arc’s honor,” he held his fist against his breast in some kind of salute. The
effect was slightly lessened when he decided to give her a small wink. “But
don’t blame me if you lose track of time.” The sheer audacity would have been
enough to earn a smile if she wasn’t sure it would only encourage the boy.
“I’ll be counting every second.” And this time when she walked away, Jaune was
content to just watch her. Her petite frame and slim hips swaying with her
natural pace. Jaune would have swooned if he wasn’t sure his crush would see
him. When she finally disappeared, he looked at a nearby clock and jumped,
almost late for class.
Right now he’d worry about school. But tonight… tonight he had a date. The
first step towards achieving his dream.
A loud cheer could be heard in the classroom’s passing by.
A/N: Okay, so a lot of you out there seemed to express some concern about the
less than consensual themes being expressed. I want to assure all of you that
Jaune will not be raping anybody and that all sex that occurs in this fic will
be done with expressed verbal consent of all heroines. That being said, obvious
Jaune is going to need to do a few things for his ‘plan’ to work. Which
includes, but is not limited to, the removal of clothing and stimulation of
feminine areas. If that bothers you, than I will at least tell you that it is
my plan for the each of the girl’s to eventually find about this and even
exploit it for their own enjoyment. And yes, I did leave that purposefully
vague. Anyway, if even that isn’t enough to ease your calm than I can only ask
that you keep reading in the hopes you see for yourself.
Big thank you again to everyone that dropped their love last chapter. Can we
see if we can keep it up?
Next_chapter_-To_Melt_a_Snow_Angel: having begrudgingly accepted Jaune’s
invitation to dinner, the night of dread turns sweet as Weiss Schnee begins to
feel new and strange sensations in the blonde knight’s company. Doing her best
to resist and deny the pleasure she finds herself suffering, as the night
continues she only finds her condition growing worse. Will this be enough to
finally sway the young princess into Jaune’s arms, or will it simply leave her
hot, wet, and embarrassed? Hehe, then again, why not both? Read to find out.
 
***** To melt a snow angel *****
                                        
A/N: Okay, so first I want to take a moment to thank each and every person who
was kind enough to leave a follow, favorite, and review. Nothing makes me
happier than to see people enjoying my story and looking to read more.
Next I want to apologize for the long wait. I’ve probably written this chapter
four times in four different ways. But that’s only because I this is what kind
of sets the tone for the entire story.
The good news is, if you read this chapter and like it, you don’t anything to
worry about. Jaune_won’t_being_going_any_further_with_girls_without_their
permission_than_he_does_in_this_chapter. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.
Tag(s): Time-Stop, Groping, Light-Petting, Public-masturbation.
Girl(s): Weiss
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                       Chapter 4 – To Melt a Snow Angel
“Okay…” a hesitant sounding voice started, “how about this one?
“Loving it!” another returned.
“Um, alright. What about this?”
“You are working that color!”
“This?”
“That’s it! That’s the one! You are H-O-T, hot!” Blushing despite himself,
Jaune threw the shirt he’s been holding against his chest to the bed and glared
at the grinning redhead.
“Nora, this isn’t very helpful if you just compliment everything I choose!”
Said girl shrugged her shoulders, happily watching from her own bed while her
teammate struggled to choose a simple shirt.
“What can I say? I’m not a picky girl.”
The entirety of team JNPR rested in their dorms after a long day of schooling.
Jaune stood alone in front of the closet’s full-length mirror, clothes spread
around him in a chaotic mess. Nora rested on her stomach, legs gleefully
kicking in the air while Ren sat watching the show, seeming more confused than
anything.
“Ren, Thoughts?” Jaune tried, hoping that the only other man in the room could
give him a little insight. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be as helpful as
the blond hoped.
“It’s…” the quiet boy paused, seeming to search for the right words, “a shirt?”
Curling his brow even further, it was clear the dark haired boy failed to
appreciate the finer points of fashion. He and Nora really were made for each
other.
“Pyrrha, you’re my last hope. Anything to add?” Nora looked ready to speak
again. “Anything helpful!” he specified. Nora closed her mouth.
Out of everyone in the room, Pyrrha looked to be the most out of place. Still
dressed in her school clothes in bed, she sat cross-legged with her face bent
towards her lap. Trying her best to hide it, a dark cloud lingered over her
deep red head – so thickly, one could almost expect actual rain to begin
peppering the furniture around her.
At the sound of her name, she looked up, pain clear in her eyes to everyone but
the blond. News of his date had not been accepted well. And even while putting
on a brave face, fear seemed to consume the once thought invincible girl as she
realized the point of her affection could be taken away before she ever had the
chance to tell him how she felt. And now, all she could think about was all the
time she wasted, hiding and keeping her heart hidden.
“Just tell me one more time, Weiss really agreed to go on a date? Just like
that?” She tried not to sound too shocked, but Jaune didn’t seem to care. A
smile on his face, he nodded while appearing to exhume happiness. The light to
Pyrrha’s shadow.
“It took some… persuasion. But yea, more or less.” He held up the collard
button down against his chest and stared at his reflection, trying to see what
Weiss eventually would. “But I don’t think I’m going to get a second chance. So
it’s really important that I impress her tonight. Any ideas?”
As much as she cared for and believed in Jaune, Pyrrha had never once thought
his affection for Weiss would be returned. Not that he was lacking in any way.
But more in that, she did not find Weiss to be the type of girl who would
appreciate the qualities she saw in her blond leader every day. So now, the
thought of her snapping him up like some kind of Nevermore left the warrior
queen grasping. While also desperately fighting the urge to reach for her
weapon, go across the hall, and claim what was hers.
“Let me,” she finally decided instead.
The room watched the young woman approach the closet and rifle through the
small selection still hanging up. She seemed to consider for a moment before
pulling out a long sleeved button up, classy, but not overdressed. She handed
it to him doing her best to smile.
“There, try this. She won’t be able to resist.” Unknown to the two, on the
other side of the room, Nora and Ren gave each other a shared look of sorrow,
silently pitying the poor girl. “It brings out your eyes.” Pyrrha stared at
them, sighing internally. Her expression showed an emotion of care and longing
that sent a painful stab echoing through her chest. Jaune just smiled.
“You’re a lifesaver.” He grinned. Without thinking, his arms reached out to
embrace his partner. Eyes wide, she felt his arms around her and her pain
increase. She slowly returned the gesture, only to tightly pin the boy against
her when her arms finally encased his broad back.
“I’m happy to help.” What a lie that was.
With his wardrobe no longer an issue, Jaune went about finishing the last
preparations for his date. His wallet was secured in his back pocket. His hair
was combed to perfection. And after the seventh reassurance that his breath was
indeed minty fresh, he deemed himself presentable for his fair maiden. With one
last wave to his team, the three members offered a heartfelt good luck before
sending him off across the hall.
Jaune stood in front of team RWBY’s dorm, smiling as best he could despite the
unease chewing through his stomach. It was like riding an airship all over
again. Except if he threw up this time, he might have to freeze time and spend
the rest of his days wandering the earth. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
Three quick wraps on the door and Jaune pulled back. Not a second later, the
door swung open to reveal a grinning, positively ecstatic blonde young woman.
“Weiiiiiiss,” she sang, “your date is here to pick you up!”
Dressed in his baby blue shirt and dark pants, Jaune couldn’t help but feel
like he was fourteen again. Nervously waiting for his middle school date to
come to the door to the dance. Yang, featuring the overbearing parent, was all
too happy to play her part. Especially at her teammate's expense. “Oh! Look how
he dressed up! Weiss!” Said girl made a point of jabbing the girl painfully in
the ribs with her elbow, forcing her way to the door.
“I’m five feet away you oaf,” she glared. “Clearly I can see who is at the
door.” As much as she would have liked to keep this debacle from her teammates,
it was fairly clear they would catch wind of it eventually. Better to tell them
now than have it spring up some other time. Though, now that she was
experiencing the full brunt of Yang’s teasing, she was seriously regretting
that decision.
His date coming into view, Jaune perked up immediately. Long white hair only
made more striking by her equally pale complexion. Despite her amazing
strength, she looked so small and dainty, almost like a doll.
Unlike himself, she hadn’t seemed to bother picking out any kind of outfit.
Choosing instead to wear the familiar snowflake embroidered jacket and combat
dress. Hardly disappointing, its low neckline especially appealed to his less
than honorable half. The pale material followed the natural curve of her
breasts. And while not nearly as blessed as Yang in that area, her petite
curves fit her frame to give her, her own type of appeal.
‘Time to make a good first impression…’
Stood in the doorway, Weiss seemed to take in his attire with something close
to mild disinterest. Not that she would have said anything even if she was
impressed. Grasping for the power in his center, he felt his aura flare around
the point before bearing down. Time itself tightened and tensed, forcing
everything but the smiling boy to grind to a halt.
The picturesque scene of smiling faces remained even as Jaune stepped toward
his date. Unlike her peers, the snow queen wasn’t quite so excited by his
arrival. As evidenced by her narrowed eyes and pinched lips. To the boy, it was
no less beautiful.
He’d been giving the evening a lot of thought. Though, that didn’t mean he was
prepared for the real thing. And standing in front of his crush, the only thing
standing between them being the few layer of clothing, Jaune couldn’t stop his
heart rate from increasing. The entirety of his attention trained on the gentle
hill of her bosom.
The subtle curve of her breasts pushed against the light-blue cloth. Black
frills splayed out from its plunging neckline if only there to hide the
cleavage. The jacket aside, her outfit was entirely strapless. Meaning it would
be all too easy to ease the material around her waist and free her breasts.
Hands stubbornly on her hips, he didn’t even need to angle her posture. His
chin just reached the top of her head, only further marking how tiny the
powerhouse really stood against him. Hands reached out, his ears burned a light
pink. He settled on the relative safety of her ribs just below her pert mounds.
Even this much earned a small shiver of delight.
Innocent enough, this was still closer than he’d ever gotten to the frigid
teen. The stale air around them shifted enough with his movements to carry her
soft lavender scent. Her skin was warm through her clothes. Shifting his grip,
the teen raised his hands until his thumbs hooked over the top of her gown. And
even then he could feel the transition of her collar to the softer mounds he
would be exploring.
Just over his date’s shoulder the ever-grinning face of Yang still beamed. His
attention drifted to her for a just a moment, a silent thank you cast out as he
remembered he had her to thank for making this possible. Without her helpful
advice, there would be no way he’d be bold enough to attempt something as
daring as removing Weiss’ top.
If he were honest, he knew perfectly well what he was doing was wrong. But that
only meant, when he did get Weiss to fall for him, he could make it up to her
by being the best boyfriend he could be. He’d only go as far as he needed to,
that decision had already been made long before anything else had been decided.
That being said, even if there was an amount of guilt on his conscious, he saw
no reason not enjoy the actions as they were done. And watching Weiss’ dress
give, and seeing more of her skin come into view, Jaune knew he couldn’t say he
wasn’t enjoying it.
The material slipped over down just as easily as he’d expected. The curves of
her breasts gave way to a narrow waist, making it a simple matter to pool
around her womanly hips. Left in only a strapless bra, it was still enough to
leave Jaune wide eyes and breathless.
This far into his teenage years, Jaune never really thought of himself as a
pervert. Sure, he’d always appreciated the female form. But never any more than
the next guy. But after his teammates, Yang, and now Weiss he was finding it
hard pressed to uphold that argument.
A simple band of black fabric wrapped around her breasts bound her curves into
place. Unlike Yang, she didn’t seem quite so keen to going commando.
Appreciative all the same, it’s what laid underneath that Jaune sought. He
didn’t even need to bother removing the garment. Instead, he just pulled it
down like the rest.
As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, that didn’t mean that it was without
purpose. Tonight he couldn’t have Weiss be the same stubborn woman he’d fallen
for. He couldn’t have her seeing him as nothing more than the mooning teenage
boy. And to make sure that happened, he decided it would be best to go on the
offensive.
Let her feel the slight tingle of pleasure the moment she set eyes on him. Let
her breath catch in her throat before she ever has the chance to lash out.
Given enough motivation, even she couldn’t deny she felt something for him. And
that was all he needed. A chance. An opportunity to show her how devoted, and
earnest a boyfriend he would make.
As Weiss’ breasts spilled into view Jaune fully intended to complete what he
intended. But first, he knew he would need at least take a moment to appreciate
the view. After all, it’s not like he didn’t have the time.
Just as pale as the rest of her, the bright pink tips stood out like two
lighthouses in a world of fog. Slightly reddish, their size was just as small
as the rest of her. Marked by thumb sized areola and pebble-shaped nipples.
Their domed shape beckoned to him to reach out. And he did just that, his hands
settling perfectly around their soft texture. Before anything else, he allowed
himself to indulge in a gentle squeeze, the supple orb molding to his strong,
callused fingers.
The wispy surface of his aura rushed onto her pale globes as though it was
acting at the behest of his intentions. Waking to the feel of his touch, her
already warm flesh was defenseless against his attention. After a few minutes
of being kneaded by the young man’s hands, the perk skin began to flush with
subtle color, as well as a building warmth connected to her very core.
The first thing Jaune noticed as he felt his crush’s chest was how differently
the flesh filled his hands compared to the much bustier Yang. The smallest on
her team, even behind a girl two years her junior, it would make sense. Though,
Jaune couldn’t help but marvel at the sensations.  Whereas Yang’s breasts had
swallowed his fingers with little resistance, in comparison this tender tissue
seemed to fight back just a smidge. The womanly shape felt wonderfully firm and
pert.
Still soft and malleable, Jaune enjoyed himself all the same. Rolling her
breasts in his palm, he was just happy to have two bests to compare at all.  If
someone told him he’d even get to touch one the day before last he would have
wept tears of joy.
Jaune continued to enjoy himself right up until the end. Perhaps even a bit
more than he intended. Slightly swollen and flushed a soft pink, no matter what
she thought of him, her body seemed to approve.
He was satisfied that he’d done his job and stepped back. It wasn’t like he was
trying to get her to jump him from over the table, after all. He just needed to
inspire a spark of arousal. Just enough for her to question herself and open up
to the possibility of his company. After that, his blinding wit and charm would
do the rest. Probably.
He gave her nude upper body one last lingering glance before fixing her back up
back to how he’d found her. It was a shame, but he took solace in the fact
that, by the end of the night, he’d have ample opportunity to coax the girl
into a more reasonable disposition.
Bras and dresses were still very much a mystery to the inexperienced boy.
Hopefully, her dress wouldn’t fall the moment he released his ability. And yet,
at the same time, he couldn’t find himself minding the possibility either.
Time returning, Weiss awoke to the same irritable state; while completely
unaware that anything was amiss. Stuck between two blond idiots, she found
herself eyeing Jaune’s attempt at dressing himself with what could only be
called contempt.
The blue of his shirt matched his eyes nicely, though she would never admit it.
And it fit off his gangly limbs well enough that the budding frame of muscles
shown through. Even the Nevermore nest he called a head of hair had been tamed
to a partial degree. All in all, the white-haired girl was rueful to admit he’d
done a fair job cleaning himself up.
Lost in her own thoughts, she unconsciously moved to cross her arms over her
chest. That same instant, the new sensations of sensitive skin made itself
known as the thoughtless action forced a small burst pleasure through her body.
Tinted a soft pink, the color flowed up her gown and into her collar. 
So unexpected, her already tight expression furled even more. Shifting one more
time, her surprise turned to horror as the satin material of her underwear left
a small ache of satisfaction as it shifted over her breasts. Eyes wide, she
looked down at herself, trying and failing to understand what could be causing
the reaction.
“Ohhh!” Yang’s voice suddenly boomed. “Looks like somebody likes what they
see.” Cheeks warm and face turned downward, it would seem to anyone that she’d
suddenly found herself taken by the moment.
It took much longer than she would have liked to realize that the gorilla was
talking about her. But when she did, Weiss didn’t hesitate to rear back, the
color in her cheeks darkening that much more as she shot the blonde a scathing
glare.
“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She scoffed. All the
while doing her best to fight back the heat in her face. ‘What a ridiculous
notion.’ She continued in the privacy of her mind. As stubborn as ever, a kind
of shiver tingled over her shoulders and down her back. The effect was as
enjoyable as it was frustrating. Which only made her want to stomp her foot
that harder.
“You look nice too, Weiss.” Jaune chipped in, only adding to her irritation.
“What?” she barked. Catching him eye her blouse she couldn’t help but be a
little defensive. After all, this date might as well be a hostage situation.
Did he really think she was going to go out of her way just for tonight? Ha, no
thank you. The sooner it was over, the better.
“Nothing!” Jaune quickly answered, putting his smile back to where it had been.
“You just look beautiful is all,” his grin turned devious as he raised an
eyebrow. “As always.” Weiss scoffed at his attempt and brushed past him into
the hall.
“You are officially on the clock.” Over her shoulder, her pale blue eyes met
his own. “And hurry up? I’m hungry.” With that, she sauntered forward not even
bothering to look and see if he was following. All the while doing her best to
ignore the way her breasts moved with each step. Not even two minutes in and
she was already praying for the night to end.
“Oh!” Jaune gasped and turned back into the room. Yang still smiled deviously
while the other two watched from inside the room. “Before I forget.” Briefly
sprinting back into his room, he ignored the looks from his teammates and
grabbed a small bag he’d left on his bed. Returning to the all-female dorm, he
pushed past the buxom blonde and towards a seated brunette.
“As promised,” he grinned, giving the girl a smile. Ruby blinked down at the
bag of cookies and frowned, markedly less excited than she’d been that morning.
“I couldn’t have done this without you.” Staring up at his smiling face, the
young woman’s frown only deepened.
With Weiss waiting, he didn’t bother sticking around. “Thanks again!” He called
out, rushing out the door. Ruby watched him leave before turning back to the
bag of sweets sitting in her lap. Glum-faced, her bed shifted with the weight
of her sister sitting down next to her.
“Want a glass of milk?” Yang offered, not bothering to question her little
sister’s unusual silence. Ruby frowned, but after a moment nodded her head.
Yang wrapped her arm around her in a brief but tight hug before moving to get
her sister’s drink.
Ah, to be young again.
                                     :::::
Catching up to Weiss the two continued out of the academy and towards the city.
Thankfully close enough not to require airships, Jaune doubted any amount of
powers would help him if he ended up throwing up on his date. Weiss didn’t care
to comment on the lengthy stroll, preferring to avoid looking at the blond
entirely.
Without anyone egging her on she was willing to acknowledge, in the privacy of
her own mind, that the fool in front of her impressed her, if only for a
moment. However, his appearance had never been the real issue, if she allowed
herself to think on it. There was certainly nothing outright wrong with him,
besides his complete lack of manors and class, of course. There just wasn’t
anything that particularly interested her either.
Still, that moment of weakness was behind her. And now she could focus on
surviving the next, she glanced at her watch, fifty-five minutes and three
seconds. After that, she would be free, and Jaune could turn his attention of
the next unfortunate girl.
Jaune led the both of them through the streets accepting Weiss’ silence with
surprising ease. To be perfectly honest, she’d expected the worst. That being,
him constantly nagging for her attention. Inane stories she never asked for.
Pointless small talk that would do more to irritate her than entertain. He even
refrained from his usual barrage of galling pet names. Not that she was
complaining of course. If they could go the night without a single word, she’d
be tickled pink. It was more the way he carried himself that left her staring.
If he were simply struck dumber by his nerves that would be one thing. But by
his confident gate and easy expression, the blond almost seemed relaxed, which
was nothing like what she was used to seeing. If nothing else, she almost would
have preferred his usually sweaty self. At least then she’d know what to
expect.
Before Weiss could think on it too long, the restaurant of his choice came into
view, earning a look of honest surprise. Everything else seemed to fade away as
she shot the boy an inquiring stare.
“Really?” she turned to ask him. “Here?”
Just another building in a long strip of shops and stores, a bold sign was hung
just above the open door reading, Ginger’s House. Certainly not the most
expensive restaurant in town, but it was still better than most their age
bothered spending.
Jaune was proud to finally hear something close to recognition in her tone,
even if it was a little insulting. He answered her with a smile that was only
slightly smug.
“Expecting a burger and fries?” he led her inside the door, to which she was
reluctant to follow.
Soft candles lit the room from the center of each table. Drapes of red hung off
of each wall in a way that seemed to make the room glow. Here and there, other
couples could be seen seated together and enjoying a romantic evening. The
atmosphere was almost too warm. Especially when Weiss remembered who she would
be spending it with.
“Yes, in fact,” she hummed, “minus the fries.” Jaune snorted, glad to have
something close to a conversation in the making. She sent the boy a sidelong
glance, the heat in her chest still present enough to make her shift
uncomfortably.
It seemed he was intent on making the most of their evening. She simply hoped
he wasn’t going out of his way. With a spark of fear, her mind drifted. He
wouldn’t go too far just to impress her, would he? That fear only grew when she
realized that yes, yes he would.
“You…” she paused, careful at how she wanted to word this, “can afford this,
can’t you? Because I’m just going to tell you now, starving for the next month
won’t make me any more interested in you.” Jaune looked up at her, blinking.
After a moment his face broke into an honest smile.
“Weiss,” laughter glimmered in his eyes, “didn’t know you cared.” When her
nervousness turned to indignation, he laughed that much harder.
“You don’t have to worry about my wallet, Weiss. We won’t have to scrub dishes
just to pay for our meal.” She didn’t look convinced, dubiously recalling his
cheap clothing and armor. As if reading her mind, the young man sighed,
considering what he wanted to say, before continuing.
“Let’s just say I made sure to save up some money before I ran- I mean, left
for Beacon.” He had to, after all. Professionally forged acceptance letters to
Beacon weren’t cheap. Unfortunately, his answer failed to satisfy the nervous
edge in his date’s belly who continued to frown at the upper-middle-class
atmosphere. It was nothing compared to what she was used to, obviously. But it
was still enough to give her pause.
After a brief wait, the woman standing before a podium called them over. Asking
for a name, Arc was smoothly supplied; met with a welcoming smile. Weiss half
expected to be escorted back into the street. Instead, they were waved in, led
past the number of other dinners before being placed in a booth off in the
corner. Weiss would have much-preferred something a little less private but
didn’t allow herself to say the words out loud.
“Allow me,” Weiss stood by as Jaune went through the motion of pulling out her
seat. An irritatingly flirtatious smile on his face, she was half tempted to
take the other chair just on principle. Still, he was trying to be polite.
Trying being the word to pay attention to. She wasn’t about to lower herself
even further than the blond fool. So, being the lady that she was, she held her
head up high and accepted his offered hand before lowering herself into the
seat. That is, she would have, if not for time and space bending to the will of
a seventeen-year-old boy.
The flickering light of the candle on their table froze in an instant. The
quiet rumble of conversation in the background stopped as though a knife had
cleaved through it. All of this left Jaune standing in the candlelit room, the
same smile on his face and his attention drawn to the small, pale hand still
clutched in his own.
She’d seen him, and she felt a spark of pleasure. Touching him, however, would
deserve a bit… stronger of a reaction. Nothing extreme, but if his last attempt
had left her flustered, this should defiantly make her stumble.
He brushed his thumb over her knuckles enjoying the soft skin. It was hard to
imagine just how much damage this hand was capable of. But then, Jaune already
knew her as the powerful huntress that she was. What he was interested in
getting to know was a tad more intimate.
Like before he took his time undoing her shirt, the soft mounds of her breasts
spilling into view. They’d retained their flushed appearance. Which was good to
know. The way she’d acted, it was hard to think she was walking around with
this to nag on her. But then, she was a Schnee. Jaune simply picked up right
where he’d left off. His fingers immediately seeking out the malleable nubs of
her nipples.
The whole of her breast easily fit his hands. Massaging them in light, circular
motions, the tips seemed to darken from the light pink to a harsher color. And
the small, elegant shape swelled and stretched until they stood on end.
It was definitely a sight Jaune never thought he’d ever see. The prim and
proper girl, topless and visibly aroused. The bright red nubs almost seemed out
of place on the composed face she was putting on. But that just made it more
interesting. He finished up after another moment of fun, just to make sure. But
he needed to remember why he was going through with this.
If he just wanted sex, he could simply have her right then and there. But Jaune
prided himself knowing that even with the allowances he’d given himself thus
far, he would never fall so far from the boy that dreamed of being a hero. That
could be easily achieved, as wrong as it was. But no, his goal was something
far more elusive and valuable.
What he wanted was her heart.
Weiss blinked, her haughty expression just a bit lighter when she felt her hand
land in her date’s. Large and warm, there was nothing overtly disturbing about
it. It was more that she’d allowed herself to be put in a position where it was
necessary. Her sister would be so disappointed.
Halfway between lowering herself towards her chair and rolling her eyes, she
became aware of the sudden ache in her breasts and their tips. Not at all the
semi-painful strain of overtaxed muscled. But rather, what she was feeling
could only be described as a throbbing, radiating sensation that spread through
her like wildfire.
Eyes wide, her breath stopped in her throat. Which was good, because it was the
only thing keeping the startled mewl of pleasure from making its way past her
dignified lips. She nearly doubled over, thankful for the chair beneath her to
keep her from falling on her rear in public. Her awareness of her own chest was
never more obvious. But it was all she could do to keep from grabbing them in a
useless attempt at protecting herself.
“Is everything alright?” Jaune’s voice made itself know. Face a molten red, the
young woman looked towards him but didn’t quite have the nerve to open her
pinched lips. “I’m happy to see you like holding my hand so much, but I think
I’ll need it to eat.” He teased. “Or keep it. I’m happy either way.” she turned
to look at their still conjoined hands, her own instinctively squeezing down on
his own. She immediately pulled away. So quickly one could have guessed he was
made of fire.
“I’m fine!” she snapped, entirely too sharp considering the innocence of his
question. All the same, Weiss wasn’t in a state of mind to think rationally –
the opposite, actually. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Whatever was wrong
with her seemed to spread to the worst of places. From the tips of her breasts
to the nape of her neck, and, worst of all, between her legs. Face clenched, it
was becoming increasingly difficult to deny what was happening to her.
Contrary to popular belief, Weiss Schnee was no stranger to arousal. A young
woman in her own right, she’d gone through all the same hormone-fueled bouts
with temptation as any other girl her age. The only difference? She’d been
taught to deal with them quietly and privately after having been caught
indulging only once by her older sister at the ripe age of fourteen. So, to
suddenly feel her body come alive in public, and on a date of all places, the
young woman found herself vastly unequipped to deal with the situation.
More than anything else, she just wished knew why it was happening.
“Maybe you should take off your jacket?” Jaune supplied. “You look a little
warm.” And as much as Weiss wanted to snap at him, in her elevated state the
fabric seemed too clingy and constricting. She could already feel a bit of
sweat building on her forehead and collar. While she loved her clothing, white
tended to do embarrassing things when wet. And she found herself nodding in a
terse motion.
In her chair, she shrugged out of the material. Finally free she couldn’t help
but sigh in relief. The cool air against her heated skin was a small blessing.
She had to resist the urge to fan her baking cheeks. Without the extra layer,
she was left in what basically amounted to a strapless dress. Perfectly
acceptable for the evening at hand. If a bit more than she wanted to allow the
boy to see.
“Here, I can check it out front. Go ahead and start looking at the menu. Try
not to miss me too much?” he gave another one of his goofy grins, and Weiss
responded with a dead stare.
“One stain and you’re taking it to the cleaners,” was all she said before
thrusting the garment forward. Jaune didn’t seem to mind her attitude in the
least, accepting the bundle of white cloth with ease. His fingers just happened
to brush along her own, the innocuous action becoming anything but as Weiss
found her ‘condition’ spiking in a sudden rush.
Last time she’d been able to keep her voice from announcing what was happening
to her body. This time she wasn’t quite so lucky. A mixture between distress
and pleasure bleeding through. Jaune, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing,
simply continued his grin.
“Back in a sec,” and wandered away he perfectly aware of the pair of the ice
blue eyes widely staring at his retreating form.
Heart pounding, nipples tingling, Weiss expression was impossibly wide as she
tried to rationalize what had just happened. It had only lasted a second, even
less than that, but the results were the same. Whether she wanted to admit it
or not, something about Jaune was making her into… this. And she wasn’t quite
sure what think about that.
‘I’m sick,’ she rationalized, ‘very, very sick.’ It was the only explanation
she would accept considering the circumstances. And it was definitely
preferable. A hospital had to be better than discovering you were attracted to
Jaune Arc.
She shivered, the mere thought enough to unsettle her stomach. The rest of her
body seemed to disagree, however, as another wave assaulted her every sense.
The epicenter of which focused on the juncture between her thighs. It was to
her growing horror that she recognized the familiar dampness of arousal
blooming in her underwear.
‘How could this be happening?’ Her answer, unfortunately, came in the easy gait
of the blonde. Her mind seeming to leave her as he took his seat across from
her
“Anything look good?” he smiled. She didn’t dare answer.
This didn’t make any sense. None of it made any sense. She’d spent how many
months turning him down? What with his drab clothing and pathetic attempts at
romance, it certainly hadn’t been difficult. So what had changed? What was
different about the nervous, awkward teenage boy she’d come to tolerate, and
the… guy sitting in front of her. She intended to find out.
“You seem… different,” she finally voiced, eyes narrowed as she stared at him.
Jaune, hearing her skepticism felt his smile freeze on his face. The two stare
at each other like this for a time, before Weiss finally continued, “Why?”
Jaune stopped for a moment, stumbling for the first time that night. However,
rather than flounder and break into a nervous sweat as he’d been known to do,
his composure returned shockingly fast. A thoughtful expression taking its
place.
“Well,” he started, and seemed to consider his words carefully. Weiss could
feel her heart still thumping against the front of her chest. Despite
everything she did to put these… feelings aside and focus on the blond boy in
front of her.
“Would you believe me if I said I have a new lease on life?” His smile was
bashful, if only because he knew exactly how flippant a response he’d given.
Weiss seemed to mirror his thoughts as her brow furled in an unsatisfied frown.
He shrugged before beginning. “When I first came to Beacon, I was looking for
answers. I guess you could say I found a few.”
“And those answers led to you asking me to dinner?” came Weiss dubious reply.
He could say he was a changed man all he wanted, but from where she was sitting
he was still just the same incessant annoyance he’d always been. Rather than
flinch away, Weiss felt her cheeks brighten at the sudden warmth in his gaze as
he turned his full grin in her direction.
“They told me not to waste any time.” He leaned on the table, shoulders
hunching in a way that should be Neanderthal-esque, but Weiss found herself
actually admiring. “To stop holding myself back and bottling everything up.
Sooner or later it all comes out in some way. And I decided it was time to stop
going after things half-cocked.”
It wasn’t… the worst mentality to have, Weiss conceded. And certainly displayed
a certain level of maturity most boys his age sorely lacked. Deplorable table
manners aside, Weiss found her heightened state of arousal allowing thoughts
that might otherwise not have surfaced flow to the forefront of her mind. The
worse being that he was actually beginning to fill out his once gangly frame
nicely. Her eyes blinked rapidly to banish it away. But Jaune wasn’t done.
 “Weiss, I know you don’t think you like me. And even if that turns out to be
true, that’s fine.” A small lie. And Weiss seemed to sense it as her eyes
narrowed against him. “Because, if nothing else, I get to say that I got a date
with the most beautiful, and one of the strongest huntresses in Remnant.
Further than I ever got before, right?”
“If you think compliments are going to make me reconsider anything than you
better have a plan B, mister.” Came Weiss’ biting reply. Though, something
about her tone seemed to lack its usual stinging cold. If only because of her
cheery red cheeks.
The heiress turned away from the blonde, indignation chewing at her patience.
Honestly, did he really think that was all it took? She’d been called beautiful
all of her life, and by men with much more charm than his pathetic attempt.
Unfortunately, that only raised the question of why she couldn’t meet his eyes.
Making an attempt, her heart picked up, and this time it had nothing to do with
Jaune’s gift. How many times had she been forced to sit through the faked
goodwill and forced compliments of those looking to gain her family’s favor?
That being said, this was the first time she’d seen anyone appear so… genuine.
And that, she found, was more than enough to twist her stomach.
The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, which was why she couldn’t
meet his brilliant smile. Not to say he leered at her like some young men felt
entitled to. But more in that she could actually see the truth in his eyes. He
really thought of her as beautiful, though that wasn’t really news. Perhaps
what touched her even more was that he actually recognized her prowess as a
huntress. Something her own father couldn’t even manage to do.
“So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” The question came from
nowhere, and Weiss found her brow furling because of it. Torn from her own
thoughts the iridescent brilliance of his blue eyes seemed to have lessened
allowing her to return to her comfortable terse disposition.
“You asked me a question,” Jaune reminded her, seeing the confused tilt of her
head. To which she just blinked. “Now it’s my turn. A dates a date even if it’s
only once. And I want to get to know you better. So…?” He stopped, waiting for
her to answer his attempt at small talk. Which she did, after five long moments
of cautious consideration.
She’d made an earlier remark about dreading such inane activities as small
talk. But to her surprise, the words came easily and unforced. The two’s dinner
went by well enough, all things considered. The food was good, and the topics
remained light-hearted. Each time it was his turn to ask her something about
herself, he stayed to her interests and preferences, all but forgetting about
her family or her life before coming to Beacon.
Whether by coincidence or on purpose Weiss couldn’t rightly say. But because of
this, she found herself actually relaxing halfway through the meal, finding the
blond easy to talk to and endeared by the fact that he actually seemed
interested in such base topics as her favorite color and foods. Perhaps even
more endearing than the thoughtfulness was his genuine interest in what she had
to say.
He wasn’t simply going through the motions while putting on a polite expression
to mask his boredom. He actually seemed interested in what she had to say.
About herself, as Weiss, not the Schnee heiress. It was a welcomed change from
the type of dinners she was used to attending. If nothing else, Weiss
appreciated the effort.
Perhaps compelled to return his level of courtesy, she even went so far as to
offer her own inquiries. Her reward being brief but amusing tales of a younger
Jaune fumbling through life in a way that seemed so him. It was pleasant,
despite the ice pick one would need to force the confession out of her. And she
found herself silently dreading the reality of what that could mean.
A half hour came and went in the blink of an eye, and Weiss found her own eyes
widening when she glanced down to see how much time had already passed. Their
plates in front of them, now empty, had left them both full and comfortable, a
word Weiss never thought she’d find herself associating with the young man.
“-and I think that’s when I realized battle axes were not my thing.” Finishing
the story of yet another weapon he’d failed to master, Weiss found her lips
lifting despite herself. Covering the response with a tactful need to dab her
lips with the corner of her napkin, Jaune smiled all the same as though she’d
burst out laughing. It was strange for Weiss to see how much power she actually
had over his emotions. But not entirely unpleasant either.
Weiss blinked remembering that it was once again her turn to ask the blond a
question. She opened her mouth, preparing to inquire about what music he
enjoyed or perhaps another story about his teammates when she found herself
stopped, something else nagging the back of her mind. She tried to push it away
and to keep from broaching anything that she might otherwise regret. But then,
she always had been a curious child.
Allowing her features to return to a mask of aloof disinterest, her high tone
peeked in the way it tended to when people found themselves much more
interested than they meant to be.
“Why do you like me so much?” Even with the best of her control, Weiss found
her cheeks burning at the bold question. But she honestly could only wonder.
She insulted him, berated him, humiliated him, and yet he still seemed just as
enamored by her charms as the first day they’d met.
Normally she would assume that he simply wanted something from her. And
honestly, she might have even preferred it. That, at least, was familiar. But
as annoying as Jaune could be he simply didn’t seem the type. So that left her
to wonder, what did he see in her that she didn’t?
Face still open with surprise, Jaune felt his cheeks warm at the sudden
pressure. He… hadn’t been expecting that. But part of him couldn’t help but
wonder, could this be a sign he was on the right track? Feeling a smile
threaten his lips, he forced it down knowing the girl in front of him would
only bristle – and instead, put on a thoughtful and bashful face. Weiss’ eyes
glanced skittishly.
“I don’t really have a reason.” Matter of fact and no doubt lacking the
emotional impact Weiss was no doubt hoping for, almost immediately she could be
seen rearing up in indignation.
“Well!” she huffed, glared off to the side despite knowing she shouldn’t care
in the least. “I’m so relieved to see how deep your feelings really run.” Still
looking away, she couldn’t see Jaune’s wide eyes, nor his excitement upon
observing her reaction. Thankfully, he already knew how to continue before she
would have the chance to get too upset.
“I mean,” he stressed, amusement bleeding into his tone. Weiss’ icicle gaze now
stared him down, her past coyness all but obliterated by her temper. Somehow,
this seemed to fit her more. And Jaune took a moment to enjoy the direct
attention.
“I mean,” He repeated, “that that’s not how feelings work. At least I don’t
think so. Things like why or reason, when has it ever made sense? It’s just
something you feel.” He hesitated, a nervousness taking over as he struggled to
keep his tone even. “Like, for instance, maybe butterflies in your stomach or…
a tingle. You look at them and just… can’t help but feel good.”
Eyes shying towards the edged of Weiss pale form, Jaune saw her suddenly stiff
posture. Across from him her hard expression was gone, replaced by unease. She
stared at him, hands tightly balled on the table; but otherwise didn’t say a
word. But that was okay because as far as Jaune was concerned, he’d said all he
needed to.
Confusion was her first reaction, and then rejection. His words had caused her
heart to pick up all over again despite the comfortable peace she’d managed to
find halfway through their date.
Still aroused, and still pebbled against the front of her dress, her own body’s
betrayal had been pushed to the back of her mind where she could at least
attempt to keep from embarrassing herself. That being said, the blonde’s words
had all but pressed her face into her own hormones as she found herself
considering them despite her mind screaming the alternative.
A tingle? Was that all this was? Again she was reminded of how it all started.
Of his arrival at her door. The sudden flush she’d found herself suffering as
soon as her eyes had laid on him. Was that how it had been for him that day so
long ago? It better not have. Because that would mean all this time, he’d been
feeling the same emotions and sensations as she was now. And that was not a
thought she could entertain.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she found herself saying. Eyes glued to the rim of her
glass, her warm cheeks wouldn’t die even as she went on to dismiss him. “This
isn’t some fairy tale entertaining such childish notions as fate or love at
first sight.” But Jaune just shrugged his shoulders, the ever infuriating ease
and boyish expression unwavering.
“Who says it can’t be?” And then he smiled, an expression Weiss found herself
unable to look away from.
She didn’t say another word. Not for a while. Eyes cast towards the last scraps
of food she’d been unable to finish, her attention drew back into her own mind
as she fought to reject his casual declaration. Now if only she could stop her
darn heart from pounding she might actually be able to construct a coherent
thought!
The way he talked and the things he said, he just seemed so sure of it all.
About his feelings, about her own. Quite the bold notion considering she
herself couldn’t seem to claim as such. But that admission left her reeling.
Was she really confused? Had her mind been changed about the blond? But
searching for the answer, Weiss’ lips tightened into a line as she realized she
had to admit, yes, yes it had.
Okay, he was a bit rough around the edges. But that wasn’t anything a firm hand
couldn’t resolve. And sure, a change in wardrobe was a must. But, it wasn’t as
though she lacked the resources for such a venture. After those issues were
dealt with, when it came down to it, she had to admit he wasn’t really so bad
of a guy.
He was kind, in a kicked puppy kind of way – submissive. Which meant she’d
never have to worry about such things as him attempting to order her around or
any such nonsense. Plus… he really did seem to care for her. No matter what she
could say about him, that could not be refuted. And maybe that was enough.
It would have to be taken slow, obviously. And it wouldn’t do to give him any
clues about these thoughts. But, maybe… possibly, a second date wouldn’t be out
of the question.
Weiss thought about it some more, weighing her own new feelings against what
she knew about him. Part of her still knew that it was a bad idea. But an
evening of sensitive skin and a dry mouth had left her brain flushed with all
kinds of teenage hormones.
It was a losing battle to keep any kind of rational thought. By the time ten
minutes had passed, she’d already convinced herself enough to question why
she’d been so adamant to turn him down in the first place. The brief laps could
only last so long, however, as she remembered she had had a reason besides her
own stubborn sensibilities – her father.
The remainder was like a cold bucket of water poured over her ever warming
core. It also dashed whatever ideas of selfish indulgence she might have
allowed.
When it came down to it, didn’t all her problems seem to stem from her family?
And this was no different. How could she possibly even pretend to think about
being in a relationship without considering the effect it would have on the
Schnee name. Or, more specifically, her father’s name.
What standing does he claim towards Remnant economics? What’s his family’s
name? How much money does he have? How much influence? These are the questions
he would ask her. Not, did he make her happy? Not even how they met. And she
would have to tell him, each answer more depressing than the last.
Things like love or affection or even compatibility meant nothing in the frigid
lands of her home. Even her own parent’s union had been one of convenience, a
story that sounded as though it came from a century past rather than in this
day and age.
Nevertheless, her father had been the son of a substantial and influential
shipping magnate, the same one that was now responsible for shipping their
mined dust all across the world. He’d married into the Schnee name through her
mother. Though, the way he swung the title about he might as well have been
born with it.
She shook such thoughts from her mind, both unhelpful and unbecoming. It
wouldn’t do any good to entertain such a derisive mindset. He was her father no
matter what.
The fact of the matter being, it had been a fun and quaint notion to entertain.
But that was over now. It wasn’t as though she were heartbroken, after all.
Maybe it would have been nice to see where these new feeling could have led to.
But knowing what ultimately waited for them both at the end of it all, it only
made sense to end it before it could even begin. This would be their last date.
Too busy being lost in her own mind, Weiss failed to see the conflict her
sudden bout of silence caused in her date’s expression.
He watched her, casual as he could while deliberations ran through her mind.
Her face swaying from reluctant to thoughtful and then back, it was impossible
to tell how she’d responded to his not so subtle lead. If anything her downcast
expression only made him more nervous. And grasping for what could have gone
wrong, Jaune found his nerves spiking with the familiar cold grasp of anxiety.
He’d thought the date was going okay. But how could he really be sure? At the
moment he was basically firing a gun in a dark room and hoping to hit a target,
which didn’t leave room for much confidence. It seemed to be working, if only
for a minute. But looking at her, waiting for some kind of response, self-doubt
crept through his mind. Enough that he found himself seriously considering what
had gone wrong.
She’d been aroused, he didn’t doubt that. The picture of her pink cheeks and
warmed skin still played crystal clear in his head. But perhaps he hadn’t gone
far enough? That rationality sent a sharp sensation through his belly. One that
made his gaze shift a fraction of an inch from her petite features to the rest
of her.
He still had twenty minutes. But that was it. After that, he would lose her
forever. The only question was, how far was he willing to go to keep that from
happening?
Weiss snapped out of her thoughts, movement from her date catching her
attention. She was surprised to find him standing from his chair, a handful of
lien on the table and his attention turned towards her in the form of a
nervous, if a bit intense, smile. She answered with a cocking of her head.
“I don’t know about you, but I could use some exercise after all this food.
Ready for the park?” he asked. Again, Weiss noticed a certain lilt in his tone,
but not one she could immediately recognize. Rather, she found her thoughts
falling back to her earlier consideration of the blond earning a resigned grin.
“That sounds lovely,” she answered. And it did. She might have decided to give
up on any kind of relationship with the boy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t
enjoy what remained of their evening. He’d proved to be a gentleman, or at
least as much a one as he could manage. And she figured she could, at the very
least, behave in kind. Which is why, seeing him approach her side of the table,
Weiss did her best to ignore the increase in arousal his presence seemed to
inspire. Although, the sight of his outstretched hand did give her pause.
Biting her lip, her cheeks were already warming when her smaller, daintier
appendage reach out at a cautious pace.
Setting in the calloused warmth, she waited anxiously for the burst of arousal
– but was instead caught off guard by another sudden event. That being, Jaune’s
face lowering to their embraced appendages. Lifting her hand to meet him
halfway, the sensation of his lips laid a chaste brush along her knuckles. It
was over in an instant. But oh, how much can happen in even that short of time.
Jaune was prepared, already slowing time as he brought her hand to his lips.
Freezing at the moment of contact, he lingered for a moment, the gentle smell
of her skin suddenly much stronger. And the soft texture of her hand giving
easily under his lips. He took this as a moment for himself. Pulling away after
a moment to settle his nerves. 
Releasing her, she remained in that position, hand outstretched and eyes wide
with exclimation at his forward gesture. He knew she would no doubt blink at
the out of place action. But after everything he’d already done that night, for
what he was about to do, he needed something a bit more… intimate. 
Ready to stand up, her body was turned in his direction, the pale expanse of
her legs braced against the floor. Jaune allowed his eyes to follow them all
the way up to where they disappeared into her fluffy white skirt. Feet locked
into place, he struggled to swallow around the knot that had been forming in
the back of his throat.
He would be lying if he said this wasn’t one of the first things that had come
to mind when planning for the date. That being said, Jaune was relieved to be
able to say he at least hadn’t hoped for it to be necessary.
Was he excited? Well of course he was. How couldn’t he be? But that fact didn’t
distract from the discomfort of knowing he was still going to be forced to
invade even more of Weiss’ privacy.
Fidgeting, he lowered himself until his weight settled on a single knee in
front of her frozen figure. Long in both leg and torso, even bent as he was he
still managed to level his eyes with her own. Admiring the pale blue color,
another moment passed before his gaze fell back to her waiting legs.
His head flashed back to Yang, and how it had felt removing her shirt that
first time. Somehow this seemed… more. More than what he couldn’t say. But
definitely more.
Reaching out, his hand settled on her knee; hard but still warm under his hand.
Poised to stand, her legs were already somewhat parted. This made the flimsy
curtain of her skirt that much more daunting. Doing his best to keep from
passing out, he forced himself to work his way higher. Watching the ethereal
light of his aura move and shift with each inch he dared to steal for himself.
This, in of itself, brought with it a curious realization.
Caught up in the progress of his hand, which was now just inches from the line
of Weiss skirt, the brilliance of his aura seemed to be glimmering in another
location as well. That being, a soft but apparent light glimmering through the
front of her shirt. Jaune’s eyebrows rose in confusions.
As far as he’d been able to tell, his aura disappeared as soon as he stopped
touching whatever he’d been focusing on. At least, that’s what it had done when
he’d tested it. That being said, there was no denying the color and movement of
his aura clinging to the delicate place of her body.
It was faint, and nowhere near as bright as the smoke like material that now
coated the girl’s left leg. But there was a clear amount of something shining
through the layers of her clothes. And all without his touch.
This all came as a blunt reminder of how little he knew about this power of
his. Did he even understand what it could do? Jaune stored the information in
the back of his mind, adamant to find out what it could be when he had the
chance. Such as, when he wasn’t in the middle of looking under a schoolmate’s
skirt. Which immediately brought him back to the matter at hand.
His finger brushed the material of her skirt like he would a dangerous animal
about to bite. The cloth itself was soft and surprisingly light for something
that was supposed to protect her in battle. But then, her style had always
relied on speed and range to take to opponents down. She could probably fight
in the nude and it would still suit her style. Of course, that brought an image
to mind that Jaune forced himself to push away – or at least shelve for later.
Jaune moved from his position to get a bit closer. Hands under her skirt, he
urged the material higher and higher as more and more of her smooth thighs
spilled into view. Anticipation and arousal mounting, after a long breath, the
first splash of color came into view in the form of a pair of muted blue
panties.
Unlike her bra, which was simple enough to serve of purpose, this part of her
wardrobe looked styled in a somewhat exaggerated fashion. The frills especially
caught him by surprise, wavy white cloth circling the waistband. And in the
very center of her pelvis, the smallest white bow had been sewn into the
fabric.
Now, Jaune wasn’t a stranger when it came to feminine underwear. Eight women in
one house resulted in a good number of bras and panties when laundry day reared
its ugly head. A chore he himself had been assigned to at one point. That being
said, this was the first time he’d gotten the chance to see the fabled garment
actually worn by a woman. And Jaune found his cheeks burning at the sight of
the thin material wrapped around Weiss’ pale hips. Opening her knees just a bit
more, the crotch of the underwear was pushed into view. And Jaune found himself
growing light-headed.
It was a small amount of relief knowing he wouldn’t need to actually remove
anything to get the job done. Something about exposing that part of her just
didn’t sit right with him. The material was thin enough that he should be able
to work through it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on who you were,
this didn’t deny the fact that he would still be touching this aspect of her
person. A moment and realization that the boy didn’t take lightly. Even moving
towards his goal, he made sure to regard her body in as respectable a manner as
the situation provided.
The skirt stayed up on its own, frozen by his spell. Trailing a hand along the
top of her thigh, the skin seemed to cook with a gentle heat just a fraction
higher than considered normal. Shifting towards the inside of the soft, firm
surface, this sensation only increased – and continued to do so as he made his
towards the apex of her person.
The blonde found himself surprised at her warmth. To match, the skin here
seemed flushed with a pink color swirling beneath the skin. The hue darkened
further up her limbs, eventually disappearing just underneath the blue
material. The slim strip of fabric was just big enough to cover the fact of her
sex. And just small enough to expose the point where her legs met. Reaching
this point, a small shutter rushed through his body. One that shook his nerves
as well as his hands as the heat seemed to take a turn – becoming slightly damp
much to Jaune’s fascination. This all came to a point when his fingers finally
settled on the front of her underwear, soft skin giving under his firmer
fingers.
It took a moment to absorb the light of his aura before the physics of Weiss
body return. Wet and humid, the slick arousal that had been building in her lap
since the start of their meal returned to its liquid state as soon as it broke
free from time’s shackles. Without restriction, it seeped from Weiss shielded
lips and into the cotton it was now pressed against. Leaving a small but
noticeable dark line in the otherwise spotless garment.
Jaune felt his eyes widen as the sensation of something wet broke against his
fingers. Pulling back, she had been worked up enough that a small amount had
bled through the sewn material onto his fingertips. Clear and sticky, Jaune
brought it close to his face in a way that would have horrified her if she’d
been aware of his actions. Its easy musk slowly seeped into the surrounding
air.
Well, that about proved he’d been doing something right in his execution. Just
not enough to actually change her mind about anything. Seeing the proof of his
efforts emboldened him some, and he regarded her open legs with a firmer focus.
Returning his hands where he’d been, Jaune cheek’s burned as soon as he
realized, sight or no, he could actually feel the individual folds of her sex
through the material. He should have been expecting it, and he chastised
himself a bit for not thinking of it sooner. But captured by the new discovery,
Jaune allowed his fingers to begin a slow, cautious path up the crease of her
sex.
Already aroused, the swollen skin of her vagina responded the only way it
could, increasing the amount of liquid already seeping onto the crotch of her
underwear. The thin line of moister soon began to spread, the heat and humidity
of her lap swelling enough that even Jaune could take notice.
The skin between her legs was soft, giving easily under his touch. Jaune tried
to pay a small amount of attention to what he was doing, seeing if there was a
particular way she enjoyed being touched. After all, once she let him do this
of her own volition, it would be nice to be able to surprise her. That said,
Jaune’s light touches grew firmer as time went on. The increase in friction
being just what that part of her body craved.
Just touching, nothing invasive, those were the limit’s Jaune had instilled on
himself. But even this proved to be an exciting prospect. Switching between the
whole of his hand to individual fingers, the crease of her sex slipped easily
over the lone digit. Allowing him to see the way the pale blue fabric pressed
between the petals.
Caressing each one, a smile bloomed across his face to see her inner lips were
especially sensitive, an increase in heat and dampness marking this as truth.
This went on for… five minutes? Fifteen? It was actually pretty hard to keep
track of time when you weren’t a part of it. Not to mention, you know what they
say about having fun. The result being a much hotter, and much more moist Weiss
Schnee.
The skin of her thighs were now a bright red. And the faded blue of her
underwear had all but been dyed a midnight blue with the combination of her
juices. The stain consumed the front of her crotch which continued to drip down
her center and towards her rear. Peeking underneath he could even see a small
mark starting to seep into the seat’s cushion. It was actually kind of amazing
seeing just how much wetness could flow from such a small girl.
It was hard deciding when it was time to stop, for… multiple reasons. His own
pleasure aside, Jaune pulled his hand back after a few more minutes only to
find the appendage covered in the young girl’s liquid pleasure. He stared at
the glistening substance with no small amount of awe,
He didn’t know how this was going to turn out. Erring on the side of Caution,
he’d pushed her sex as far as he knew how to employ. Whether this actually
worked or not, he had no way of knowing. But he did feel confident that he had
earned some kind of effect. For better or for worse, it was time to reap what
he’d sown.
Wiping himself clean on the tablecloth, he went about correcting her position
and clothing. Skirt laid flat, and legs returned to their much more modest
position, she looked exactly how he’d found her – sans a slightly pinker set of
knees.
Using her outstretched hand as a guide, it was all too easy to take up his own
position. His face, on the other hand, was just a bit harder to rein in. The
picture of her open legs and panty-clad sex had all but been burned into his
mind. And as he glanced towards her shocked expression, all he could do was
think about what lay underneath that thin scrap of soggy cotton.
A flash of light surged throughout the room. Not that anyone but Jaune could
see it. Soon, the stagnant air began to stir, and the low hum of conversation
rose back towards a comfortable volume. Jaune pulled his lips from her knuckle
as soon as he felt her flinch back with awareness. His flushed cheeks and
thundering heart were all but impossible to quell even as he stared into her
blue eyes. Utterly unaware of the sensations about to crash through her.
Weiss bit her lip, a wrinkle forming between her brows as she tried to decide
how she felt about him doing such a thing without her permission. She all but
forgot about her earlier cautious and why she’d been nervous to touch him in
the first place. That is until a curiously sudden sensation made itself known
between her legs.
Bypassing her breasts all together, it struck directly at her core. Leaving her
mind in a kind of white noise. Already wide-eyed, her expression didn’t change
with the exception of her pupils dilating wildly. Instead, her face seemed to
shift, as her gaze dragged to literally any other direction.
She remained frozen for a handful of moments. Yet, even immobile, she couldn’t
stop the blood in her face from flowing and flowing, until her cheeks appeared
to glow against the gentle light sat in the middle of their table. Eventually,
the heat between her legs became too much for her to just ignore. And she found
her breath quickly escalating until the fabric of her gown strained against the
deep intake of air thrusting the small orbs out towards the boy kneeling at her
feet
 “I need to use the restroom!” The words flew from her lips before she could
even think to be embarrassed by them. Unaware that her exclamation had drawn
the attention of even other patrons, she lifted herself to her feet with
Jaune’s still offered hand.
Stood upright, the sudden crack of electricity between her legs didn’t subside.
Her legs wobbled, now with the added side benefit of feeling her lower lips
suddenly heavy and swollen. It was nearly enough to send her falling onto the
floor. She resisted the urge, thankfully, her expression turning frantic as
something warm began to drip down her inner thighs. Her brief moment of
cognition left her once again as she returned to the reality of white nose. Her
body acted on instinct as she hurried as fast as her legs could carry her to
the nearest bathroom.
What she must look like, and what the other customers must think, did not
escape her notice. But, between intestinal distress and the truth, the young
woman wasn’t actually sure what she preferred him to believe.
Said blonde stared after her, a new kind of worry gurgling up from the pit of
his stomach. But watching her disappear into the nearby ladies room, there
wasn’t much he could do except worry. Worry that he’d actually managed to hurt
someone this time. Worry that he’d let his dream of a perfect date get carried
away. And worry that there was still a chance for his plan to work.
Left to do nothing but wait, he made his way back to his seat and sat back
down. An anxious expression taking place as he could only hope that Weiss was
okay.
                                     :::::
Weiss wasn’t okay.
Locked in one of the five stalls available, her breathing wouldn’t settle no
matter how long she sat there. The muffled sound of her gasps were the least of
her problems, however, as she struggled to control the steady pulsing between
her legs.
Shaking with each step, she’d hardly had enough time to check and make sure she
had the room to herself before locking the door. But even solitude wasn’t
enough to ease the stress of what she found happening to her body.
A fine line of sweat covered her forehead and underneath her arms. It was
disgusting, not at all a state a young lady should find herself in. And yet
even that wasn’t as bad as the mess she’d found under her skirt. Just the
sensation of her panties fixed to her skin by her own juices sent horrified
shivers down her spine. And when she dared to lift her skirt to try and see
what could be affecting her, the humid smell of herself reared up in full
force, as ripe and musk-laden as a wild animal.
Weiss immediately forced the fabric back across her lap, cutting off the scent
but unfortunately leaving the memory of its heavy aftertaste disturbingly
sharp. Tears would have come to the surface, but it seemed her body was a bit
busy expelling every other liquid in her body! Huffing, she did her best to
calm her racing heart.
Fist gripping her skirt, she couldn’t help but press the fabric between her
legs. Answering the never-ending call for attention, the small admission arched
a bolt of pleasure up her core, and her breath halted in a muffled squeak.
Aghast at what she’d just done, she couldn’t quite find the strength to remove
the offending hand. Instead, she actually found herself moving to press even
harder against her swollen mound.
‘Disgusting, in public, what would father think,’ all of these ran through her
mind. But slowly increasing the weight of her ball up fist between her legs,
her breath only seemed to grow shorter and her pulse faster. It happened
without her intending to, slow but firm motions of her fist against her center.
The resulting pleasure was impossible to ignore, earning a clenched expression
of breathless bliss.
Once again, Weiss was no stranger to pleasure. Or, at least as much as a person
was able to give oneself without help. That being said, it had never felt like
this, making her all the more lost as to how it had happened. The only
conclusion being available stemming from a certain blond with impossibly blue
eyes.
Her body was worked up enough that any kind of mental stimulation would have
sent her thighs quivering and knees numb. Unaware of this fact, when the
admittedly boyishly handsome face of her date sprang to mind her body seemed to
thrum deep in its core, seizing her lips in a tight clench – both of them. The
top of her breasts heaved with her breath as she shook her head in a hope to
clear her thoughts, to no avail.
A kiss on the hand. Surely she couldn’t be so sensitive as to lose herself
after something so bland? But something appeared in her mind, just a few words
the blond had spoken at the very beginning of their meal.
‘They told me not to waste any time. To stop holding myself back and bottling
everything up. Sooner or later it all comes out in some way.’
Poor advice from a boy who couldn’t possibly understand her at the time. But,
locked in a bathroom stall and furiously attempting to resist the urge to rub
herself into even an even worse frenzy, Weiss found herself giving the
suggestion another thought.
Could this be what was happening to her? Some kind of… hormonal or emotional
backlash? But a backlash of what? School hadn’t been going so long that her
private time had been so forgotten. But if not sexual frustration, then she
couldn’t really understand what other form of torture she was experiencing.
Her thoughts returned to his handsome face, her sex riddled mind lingering on
the slim figure of the boy who had kissed her hand. How the candlelight warmed
his already tan skin or the way his shoulders had pressed against the back of
his shirt. Less than repulsive, her body responded in kind with the fantasy-
like rendition of Jaune Weiss was playing in her mind, without even realizing.
‘You think you don’t like me, I’m just asking for a chance to show that you
do.’
Good lord, did she? Weiss hadn’t thought so, but her body had been arguing
against that statement throughout the night. Tingling and flushing every time
the blonde had come within so much as an inch of her person. The prospect that
she’d been feeling such things the entire length of her time at Beacon was a
startling one. And forced her to consider how such a thing was even possible.
Had she really grown so cold that she couldn’t even feel like a regular person?
Thoughts of her father immediately sprang to mind. His frigid expression and
heartless demands that put stress on their entire family growing up. In her
heated state, the older man actually did quite a good job of calming her
enflamed blood. If only by a fraction. But remembering her childhood and the
way she had been brought up began to build a flame of a different type in her
veins.
Of course it was possible. She’s spent her entire life around the man that
seemed to personify what it meant to be heartless. Sure, he would pretend to
care. So long as it benefited him. But his self-serving attitude was no secret
among his children. Who had at one point seemed to compete with each other just
for his favor.
Winter had been the smartest among them, leaving the first chance she had. But
against her little brother, the sole male heir, Weiss had always felt a kind of
pressure. To be better. To work harder. To prove, without a doubt, that she was
most deserving among them. It was only later after the damage had already been
done, it seems, that she began to understand just what it meant to be the type
of person her father recognized.
But not soon enough. It appeared she was more like her father than she had
thought. A realization that shook her even more than the throbbing between her
legs.
Don’t embarrass the family name. Remember your status. Never make a scene. You
don’t get to be like other girls.
Memories of her father’s admonishments rained down like ice. It was no wonder
she denied her own feelings and emotions. She’d never been allowed to so much
ashave them, appearance taking priority. Even tonight, just a few minutes ago
when she’d recognized a spark of fondness for Jaune, her first reaction had
been to think of her father. To push her feelings down until they were
forgotten. Well, they didn’t seem like they wanted to be forgotten. And the
alternative being the numb disposition of her father, Weiss found herself
focusing back on the heat in her lap and the shocks of pleasure still singing
through her body.
By now the small motions of her hands had been augmented by a rocking of her
hips. Seated on the toilet, her legs had opened to accommodate the position.
Awkward and lewd, Weiss first reaction was to reject the pleasure, to be
ashamed of it. Certain realizations coming to light, she found herself second-
guessing her guarded reaction. An anxious expression furling her brow.
With purpose this time, she allowed her hand to open and cup the heated space
through her skirt. Curling her fingers into the crease of her lips, the direct
attention was rewarded with more of the tingly warmth that poured up and
through her body from this point. Her tight expression didn’t relax even as she
closed her eyes. But it was enough to allow the fact that she was in a bathroom
to fall towards the back of her attention.
She was already close. She’d been close the moment she’d woken from Jaune’s
spell. The only thing holding her back had been her own iron will, a thing
she’d finally allowed to let go – albeit slowly. Resulting in the familiar, but
alien sensation of her own body clenching into a single clenched muscle.
Her mind returned to Jaune, her interpretation of the situation urging the
action. As pleasure crested and broke like waves of the sea, his ever-present
grin flashing on the back of her eyelids. It had been annoying at first,
infuriating as he’d continued to persist. But now all she could feel was bliss.
The coppery taste of blood splashed against her tongue as her lip broke under
the strain of her clenched teeth. Besides the now desperate gate of her
breathe, she all but swallowed the sounds of her release. Euphoria and
endorphins flushing through her pink form. But, like all drugs, the decisions
made in the middle of and after the rush quickly clashed.
Her mind was slow to return. An uncharacteristically relaxed smile paying on
her features. But with awareness came realization. Both of the fact that she
was still in a very public bathroom, as well as the musky scent that now
perfumed the private enclosure. Her cheeks erupted. The nagging sensation of
arousal that had been plaguing her all night was finally gone. But in its place
remained shame, indignation, as well as the memory that the object of her
newfound affection had been waiting for her the entire time she disappeared t-…
to pleasure herself.
Even thinking about it left her eyes wide. Of course, this was nothing to
compare to the knowledge that he was still waiting for her. Stinking, soaked,
and entirely unprepared to face him as she was.
She couldn’t go out there. Weiss realized this to be a truth akin to the sun
would set, and the moon will rise. Even if she was still figuring her feelings
out for the blond, she knew she couldn’t let him see her like… this! She
crossed her arms across her hypersensitive torso.
If anyone told her even an hour ago that she would feel self-conscious because
of Jaune Arc, she would have laughed in their face. Obviously, this wasn’t her
ideal date, but it was enough to make her at least consider what her feelings
towards Jaune were. And, as impossible as it seemed, she didn’t want to turn
him off of her before she ever had the chance. And somehow, waking out of the
bathroom reeking of sex did not seem the best way to start any kind of
relationship.
She rose on shaken legs, actually needing to lean on the pallet of textured
plastic separating the stalls. Thankfully no one else had walked in on her
episode, a relief by any standard. But she still felt the need to creep out in
slow, quiet motions; eyes scanning for anyone she might have missed. She hadn’t
been in the most aware state of mind, after all. Seeing no one that could put
her face and name to the crime, she breathed a small sigh of relief, emphasis
on small.
Could she sneak out? If she avoided their side of the restaurant, she felt that
it would be the best options. But there was always the possibility that he was
waiting for her out front. The fear of the unknown and her slightly scrambled
coordination made any prospect of walking out into a room of patrons less than
ideal.
It was while she fretted over this that a small rectangular window caught her
eye high up on the far wall. Should she? Could she? She gave it a long hard
stare before sighing.
Her father had been right about one thing. Her life would have certainly been
much easier if she’d just stayed home.
                                     :::::
Jaune checked his scroll for what must have the hundredth time since his date
had disappeared – the bright display of time constantly reminding him of how
badly things had gone. The panic of watching her run off had bled away for the
most part. But a more rational fear still gnawed at the pit of his belly, the
lack of knowledge and understanding of his power really hitting home.
He should have practiced more. He should have at least tried to consider what
his power did to people. He’d seen one result, Yang, but even that was
questionable now that he looked back on it. He’d just been so excited about
finally getting with Weiss. Maybe a little too excited if he was honest. If
he’d been more rational, more thoughtful, this whole mess might never had
happened. It might even have gone in his favor. It seemed, even with the power
that could shake the world, it didn’t change the fact that he was still Jaune
Arc. 
Jaune’s self-deprivation paused a moment as a waitress approached him. His
attention immediately shifted, expression opening to see what she had to say,
“Is she okay?” his tone was earnest. After twenty minutes had passed, he’d been
forced to send somebody in after her. He hoped there was nothing seriously
wrong, but time alone with nothing but his thoughts had concocted a myriad of
horrifying and debilitating outcomes from his influence. He was pretty sure his
lingering aura hadn’t actually begun to eat away at her skin. But better safe
than sorry, right? The waitress lips pinched into a line.
She was an older woman, maybe twenty-seven. Dark, almost black, hair grew and
ended at her chin in a manageable bob. Pretty by most standards, at the moment
her features were somewhat twisted in a formal expression that Jaune didn’t
really recognize. Eyes wide she attempt at a smile that just didn’t qualify.
Almost like she was trying her best not to appear in a certain fashion. She
opened her mouth to speak, hesitating for a handful of seconds before sound
actually followed.
“I’m very sorry sir. But it seems there is nobody currently in the female
restroom.” Beneath the professional politeness laid a small fleck of pity for
the young man who had obviously gone through quite a bit of trouble to put the
night together. She stood another few moments, a conflicted expression playing
across her already tight face. Finally, whatever moral battle she’d been
fighting came to an end as she added, “sorry.” Pity coming out in full force,
she quickly made her way back to the rest of her tables. Leaving being a wide-
eyed young man.
Oh…
A/N: Alright people, that’s it. That’s as bad as this story is going to get in
terms of Jaune taking advantage of women or convincing them that they have
feelings for him. Only outside stimulation. Nothing invasive, even if he does
move or remove underwear in the future. I understand that for a few of you this
will make you more than a little uncomfortable and that you do not wish to
continue reading. And for that, I apologize and understand.
But for the rest of you, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and are looking forward
to more. Especially because in the next chapter we are going to get our first,
actual sex scene. I know it’s taken a while but I really needed the chance to
build the characters and their relationships first to make this the compelling
story you all seem to enjoy.
Next_chapter_–Alternatives: Faced with Weiss’ seeming rejection and the reality
that he needs to understand how his powers work, Jaune decides to reveal a bit
of his abilities to his partner, who seems only too willing to help. Meanwhile,
Weiss continues to struggle with her now confused feelings while the rest of
Team RWBY is forced to watch in confusion. Will she come to terms with what she
thinks she wants before it’s too late? Or will she be forced to watch as he’s
snatched up before she ever gets the chance? Read to find out.
 
***** Alternatives *****
A/N: Wow, so it’s been a while huh? *Laughs awkwardly while seven months stars
him in the face* um, anyway, sorry about that. Suffice to say, I hadn’t
realized how long it’s been since I decided to check about a month ago and…
life and responsibilities kind of got away from me. So, sorry about that.
However, I do have good news. During my little hiatus, I’ve taken the time to
create a more structured schedule so this kind of thing doesn’t happen again.
It might not be as quick as some of you might prefer, but this way I can at
least promise that something like this will never happen again. Please look at
the bottom of the chapter for more information.
I would also like to let everyone know that during my break I’ve also taken
some time to go back and edit past chapters. I’ve cleaned things up A LOT so
they should read quite a bit easier for anyone that wants to go back catch up
after so much time. You’ll also notice that I’ve split the first chapter into
two separate pages. And that’s for flow more than anything else. It didn’t need
to be that long and I felt it works better as separately. Okay, I’ll let you
get to your story know. But please feel free to leave a review or follow for
more content if you have the time. Like I said before, updates are coming to
relax and look forward to more of Jaune’s smutty adventures.
Girl(s): Weiss
Tag(s): Public arousal
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                           Chapter 5 - Alternatives 
Weiss stood in front of Jaune’s dumb, hopeful expression twisting the front of
her skirt. Despite her best attempts to keep the warmth from reaching her
porcelain features, she could feel the warmth bloom beneath her cheeks. The
self-control she had prided herself on her entire life appeared fragile in
front of the boy who had broken her reality. To the point that she didn’t even
feel confident in her own emotions any more, least of all the ones surrounding
his impossibly blue eyes and broad shoulders. The heat grew worse.
“I…” In the middle of the classroom, minutes before the teacher was meant to
arrive, she was acutely aware of the many eyes on herself and the boy she’d set
out to talk to, her teammates included. However, despite practicing this
conversation repeatedly before approaching the blond Huntsman, actually faced
with his boyish features, she found the words failing to rise from her parted
lips.
A week, that’s how long it’s taken her to work up the courage to approach him.
A week of her team’s odd stares and a week of dealing with the death glares
from the rest of team JNPR. So why on earth couldn’t she just say what she’d
approached him to say? That, while their last date ended… unfortunately, she
would like to invite him on another night out to make up for her reprehensible
behavior. Presenting herself as casual as to refrain from eliciting any kind of
expectations on her part, emotional or otherwise, while still displaying enough
interest to keep him from giving up completely.
“That is… I-” And yet here she was, struck as dumb as any young women in the
face of their crush, her pale cheeks warm with life blood and with a heartbeat
that didn’t know what it wanted to do. Her entire life, she’d thought she would
be above such trivialities. She was a Schnee! Taught by only the finest on how
to present her words and body language. She’d faced great men her entire life,
generals in the Atlesian army, even! So why was she having so much trouble with
a seventeen year old boy?
Her body answered for her, sending yet another lingering pulse of pressure
between her legs that very nearly had her falling to the floor.
Approaching Jaune, she’d been fine, confident even; with the same cool mask of
confidence that had carried her through so many situations. But the moment she
stood in his presents, that same damned tickle that had tormented her
throughout their date returned. Less powerful, but just as distracting as she
felt her breasts and privates warm beneath the skirt and blazer of her uniform.
Biting her soft, pink lips and blinking against the sensations, her mind was
emptied of everything she’d been preparing to say, as well as all the scheming
she’d put forth to claim her new found feelings.
Jaune blinked up at her, his expression wide and oblivious to her current
state. It was the first time he’d done anything but frown down at his lap since
shuffling home from the restaurant. And it made Weiss’ heart thunder that much
more because of it. He was waiting for her. Waiting for some kind of
explanation or remorse for her actions. It would be so easy to explain herself!
If only she could form the words. Instead, she found herself focusing on the
pleasure she’d been trying to ignore.
Starting to overwhelm her slight frame, the combination of anxiety and
impending humiliation ignited her sense of self-preservation. And before she
could stop it, she found herself snapping at the lad she’d been hoping to
apologize to.
“Stop sulking already, would you!” she barked, crossing her arms and glaring
down at him even as she felt the crotch of her panties moisten with building
arousal. “Honestly, there really is nothing more pathetic than a man so fixated
on the past.” Doing her best to appear confident, her face remained set in the
same pompous mold that the upper-class were so famously known for. “You’re
depressing the entire classroom, so perk up for goodness sake!” Her bright red
cheeks ruined the image a bit, but not nearly enough for Jaune to pick up on.
His bright and hopeful eyes dimmed back into that of a broken heart.
It hurt to do, but this wouldn’t be the first time Weiss’ pride got in the way
of communicating her emotions. Yet another lovely trait drilled into her by her
dear and loving father. Faced with the consequences of her thoughtless actions,
again, Weiss’ harsh expression froze. But not before she turned on her heel, a
long pale ponytail whipping in her wake. She hurried back to her seat as fast
as dignity would allow, all too aware of the pain she’d left in her wake.
Jaune stared after Weiss, his face a mixture of confusion and pain. Drawn
together, he slowly let the furl in his brow relax to the forlorn loss it had
been set in before Weiss had shown up to randomly berate him; that it had been
set in ever since his “date” had ended and he’d been forced to report the awful
outcome to a room full of expectant roommates. Turning back towards his desk,
he could only ask himself what he’d been wondering then, what had he done
wrong?
More than the heart break, even more than losing Weiss, Jaune was rife with
regret at how the night had ended. Not only ruining his chance with his crush,
but doing so because he’d tried to run before he even thought of walking.
Before he could stop himself the events played through his brain as clearly and
sharp as the day it had happened.
Starting so well, the night had continued to look promising until he’d stuck
his hands under her skirt. The thrill of it had been… exhilarating, dangerously
so. And there was no trying to deny that he hadn’t enjoyed manipulating the
young woman’s sex. But what good was that one moment of fun if it might have
cost him a life time of happiness? And what good was a memory when he would
have to live with the fact that he could never have the real thing? At least,
not in the way that actually mattered.
It was the same type of behavior that had gotten him into Beacon with falsified
paper work. Once he got an idea in his head, it was like nothing else existed,
other options or consequences. The light that been shining from the girl’s
breasts immediately came to mind. There was so much he just didn’t understand
yet. And if he’d just taken his time to learn more about what he could do
before exerting his power on his crush than he might have actually have had a
chance in swaying the ice mistress. But he’d rushed it. And now she was gone
from him forever.
Sighing, for what felt like the thousandth time that week, he laid his head on
the desk bemoaning his own impulsive behavior. In the privacy of his mind, he
returned to the question of how to continue, or how he could fix what he’d
ruined. As usual, nothing came to mind. And the young man was left to peek put
from his folded arms, a longing stare cast towards the Huntress’ retreating
figure.  
Weiss wasn’t much better as she took her seat next to her partner. Palming her
face, she shook her head in disbelief at how horribly the confrontation had
gone. The fact that she was even farther from her new crush was as depressing
as it was ironic.
Said partner looked at the heiress, cool silver eyes suspiciously alert as she
glanced at her friend. She was twiddling her thumbs and fidgeting in her seat.
Never one to handle stress calmly, her patience ran as fast her legs, and it
seemed like no time at all before her voice was aimed at her forlorn friend.
“So how’d it go?” Bright and chipper, no one would think anything was wrong
with the younger girl. Her bright face and smiling grin were as innocent as
ever, as though she were too cute to be the dangerous Grimm slaying prodigy
that she was. Except, looking closer, the light in her eyes glittered a bit too
bright, and the line of her lips was just a bit too thin to seem natural. When
Weiss looked up from her hands, she took one glance at the conspicuous girl
before rolling her eyes.
“What do you think?” she sighed, furling her fair features into a light
grimace. Seeing Ruby’s expression unchanged, Weiss had to take a long, slow
breath before continuing. “Poorly, Ruby, I feel safe in saying that it went
very, very poorly.” The words hurt even more to say out loud and the rich young
women uttered a deep groan before returning to her repented position.
“Oh!” Ruby answered, her tone brighter than she’d intended. “I-I mean, oh.” She
corrected herself, forcing her face to match the shadow surrounding her
depressed friend.
Hearing of Weiss’ change in heart towards the awkward lad had been a shock for
everyone in team RWBY. Yang was naturally ecstatic, her grin big enough tear
her cheeks at the prospect of something so spectacular, Blake had actually
looked up from her book, and Ruby, Ruby had just stared.
In the wake of Yang’s gushing and Weiss’s displeasure at being the center of
attention, it was easy to miss such a subtle reaction. Especially considering
how quite the younger girl could be at times. But unlike the rest, Ruby’s
awkwardness had continued into the next day, carefully watching her partner
with emotions she didn’t quite understand. In Weiss’ planning to explore these
new feelings, those emotions had only evolved into what now itched beneath the
fifteen year old’s skeleton.
The fidgeting returned and the silence that stretched between the two girls
grated against Ruby’s sanity; who still struggled to understand this strange
energy that seemed to spark whenever she was around her friend. For some reason
whenever her fellow team leader came up, she found it impossible to sit still,
more so than usual.
Weiss didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Ruby could see that Weiss didn’t
want to talk about this anymore. And she knew just letting it go would be the
right and polite thing to do after such a spectacular failure. But the empathy
and kind heart the young girl was known for was notably absent the last few
days. And her starved curiosity demanded that she speak up.
“It’ll be okay Weiss,” she started gently, although a stress in her tone
tainted whatever compassion might have been there. Her silver gaze shifting
away from the girl in a suspicious gesture. “I’m sure things will work out. I
mean, how long has he liked you?” An awkward silence followed as she waited for
the girl to answer. Face down, Weiss remained silent. “Like… forever!” the
younger girl finally forced the conversation. “Even when you weren’t interested
at all. I mean, you really shot him down. Like, painfully.” Ruby’s eyes went on
to wince, as though her words weren’t biting enough.
Surprisingly enough, her partner’s topic did not cheer Weiss up. In fact, they
seemed to make her feel even worse than before, reminding her of how cruel
she’d been over the time Jaune had chased her. Were it anyone else, she would
almost swear the girl was backhanded in her approach. But sweet, innocent Ruby?
Weiss shook her head. She really was losing her mind.
“But now it’s fine!” That same ‘innocent’ girl went on to fill the silence,
unable to help it, “you want Jaune to like you now. Because now you like him!
Which is… so great, really. After just one date, even. Really must have been
some night, huh?” Her prompting was followed with an awkward chuckle, even by
her standards. Weiss responded by flushing a deeper red, coughing as she looked
in the other direction.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” the pale girl finally answered. It was
the same answer she’d given every time she was asked about that night. Ruby
nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course! Totally your business. I’m just saying how surprising it still is.
I mean, whaaaat? You and Jaune? Who could’ve seen that coming? Certainly not
you! I mean, I actually thought you hated him a little bit.” Weiss sank in her
seat a little lower. “But now you’re in love with him!”
“I-I’m not in love with him,” she quickly retorted, as though she could get
even more embarrassed. “I just think maybe I should give him a chance is all.
Just another date. Maybe two?” Her panicked expression fell, missing the stress
that added to the young women’s grin. “if I haven’t already blown it.”
 “Still,” Ruby’s chipper tone pushed. “That’s quite the progress. And after
just one date! Which is just so great. Have I said that yet? So, so great. Just
makes you wonder, you know? Bout what could have happened to change your mind
and all that. Knowing you, it had to have been pretty impressive.” She paused,
giving the girl a blatant stare. “Really impressive.” She stared harder. "It
just makes the mind race with-!” Weiss cut her off.
“Ruby,” she exclaimed, “stop! Goodness, I told Yang, and I’ll tell you the same
thing, I don’t want to talk about my date.” The light in her cheeks was a
bright as ever. “Let’s just say, I might have realized I like him more than I’d
thought. Or, at least part of me does.” She pressed her knees together against
the still damp texture of her panties. “Just leave it at that, okay?”
“Okay,” Ruby muttered, deflating, but Weiss had already pulled out her
notebook, apparently hoping that facts and monstrous diagrams would distract
her until she calmed down. This left the younger woman beside her to slump in
her seat, suddenly drained now that Weiss’ reprimand sapped her anxious energy.
Unfortunately, what was left was lethargic, glum, as well as a sadness as
confusing as her earlier bout.
Why did she care so much about what happened on Weiss’ date? Why couldn’t she
just stop thinking about it? She had more questions in the past week, most
along this vein, while some pointed towards a more internal struggled.
For the first time in her life, she hated how introverted she tended to come
off. It had always been an obstacle in her life, but never one that she felt
interfered with anything that mattered. Now it felt like she was dealing with
something she had no idea how to confront, or even identify for that matter.
She knew it was going to be difficult coming to a school where everyone was to
years older than her, but only lately had she begun to understand how large a
gap those two years created.
Should she talk to Yang about it? For some reason, the idea made her stomach
clench uncomfortably. It had been doing that a lot lately for some odd reason.
But differently, and for different situations.
When she imagined talking to her big sister about these weird emotions, her
belly felt like it did when she ate too much candy, sour and icky. And when she
was around her partner, it was closer to when she ate too much, period, leaving
her slow and like she never wanted to move again. And whenever Weiss started to
talk Jaune… Ruby’s frown deepened, and a lone hand reached out to cup her flat
belly where she could feel bubbly… tingly… blegh! Yea, that was the word,
blegh. Expect before she’d started school, that particular sensation had been
reserved for her beloved Crescent Rose. Which only made the situation weirder.
Taking a deep breath, an odd smell in the air caught her attention forcing her
attention from herself and back towards her friend. Rising an eyebrow, she
blinked at the pinched expression winding against Weiss' face. Huh, maybe she
had a tummy ache of her own? If only reality could be as simple as the young
girl’s imagination.
Her notes weren’t working. Weiss’ expression furled, and the heat between her
thighs urged her knees together. Unbidden, her eyes flickered towards the clock
ticking above the teacher’s podium. It was five minutes before class started,
but she more worried about what would happen if she was stuck sitting through
an entire hour of professor Port’s lecture in her current condition.
Going against everything she’d ever been taught, her flushed figure moved to
stand from her seat already mapping out where she would find the nearest rest
room, perfume prudently packed in her book bag. Ruby’s sullen features followed
her up, worry replacing her glum, slumped shoulders.
“Again?” the brunette whispered, although not nearly quiet enough for Weiss’
taste. Glaring down, she couldn’t disguise the blush on her cheeks. Ruby’s brow
drew up to match her expression. “I thought he took you someplace nice? If your
stomach is still this sick, you should really call some kind of health
inspector.” Weiss groaned, hating the excuse she’d offered after her teammates
had inevitably noticed her frequent trips to the lady room as of late. She put
it out of her mind for now.
“Its fine!” she napped, shifting and fidgeting like there were ants under her
skirt. “I mean, it’s getting better. I won’t be gone long so just take any
important notes for me and if Professor Port asks, tell him that I am… unwell.”
Her eyes flashed. “And only than I am unwell.” Ruby nodded, oblivious to her
friend’s dilemma.
She dutifully opened her own notebook to satisfy the platinum blonde’s anal
tendencies. But Weiss wasn’t even looking, instead focusing on those around her
as she tried to casually exit the full classroom without drawing any excessive
attention to her weak knees and awkward gate.
Her proud expression was ironically classy, considering she was about to leave
to rub one out in the nearest bathroom. Again. She might have been able to
avoid this if she’d had time that morning before the rest of the girl’s had
awoken. An equally humiliating alternative, but one that was at least
convenient against the stress of her newly increased libido. Never before had
she hated the fact that she shared a room with three other women. And that was
saying something…
Unfortunately for Weiss, Ruby wasn’t the only one wondering about her sudden
change of heart. And just a few seats away, the other half of team RWBY watched
Weiss stand and start towards the door, a pair of sly grin’s matching their
equally devious stares. Yang let out a snort.  
“So… what do think happened?”
The two older girl’s watched their other teammates from above, only two rows
higher, and yet the perfect distance to watch their resident heiress fumble and
fall. It was better than any sitcom or reality TV show either had bothered
entertaining. And the show just continued to unfold for their amusement.
Surprisingly, it was Blake’s muted tone that had spoken up, her eyes glued to
their teammate as she stumbled into the hall.
Yang could count the number of times Blake had instigated a conversation on a
single hand since their ragtag group had been clumped together. But staring at
her little sister and her partner, the blonde bombshell found herself just as,
if not more, curious about this entire situation. Which only made the fact that
she had no idea about it all, all the more frustrating.
That was the question, wasn’t it? It’s certainly been Yang’s. Watching their
teammate return into the room, much later than intended, the blonde had been
giddy with the amount teasing she’d prepared. That is, until she’d caught sight
of Weiss’ wet hair and new change of clothes. Whatever mocking retort she’d
arranged had died before it ever had the chance to leave her lips. Instead,
she’d watched on in shock even as the pale girl had tried her best to pretend
as though nothing about the situation was at all strange. The stunned silence
hadn’t lasted for long.
The fact that she had decided to shower before returning to the dorm wasn’t
lost on any of them. And yet, despite it having already been a week since the
aforementioned night, her sister’s teammate hadn’t uttered a single word about
what had happened during her outing. Which only just about tripled the interest
of everyone around her. It didn’t help that JNPR wasn’t even talking to their
team, for whatever reason. If they knew what happened that night, they weren’t
talking either.
Blake sent a sidelong look at her partner. The silence lasted for another
moment before Yang’s hesitant tone surfaced. “Still no idea.” She laughed,
enjoying the situation nevertheless. “I mean, what could have happened to make
her go from avoiding the guy like the plague, to…” and then she gestured to the
scene they’d already watched unfold, shaking her head in disbelief. Blake found
herself nodding in agreement.
They had been expecting a lot of things waiting for their teammate’s date to
end. Anger, at being forced to go in the first place. Annoyance, at whatever
trick Jaune had tried to pull to invite her out. Hell, they’d even been ready
to be surprised in the off chance she’d actually fallen for the goof. But this…
they hadn’t been prepared for this.
In the privacy of their dorm, Weiss’ behavior remained off ever since she’d
walked into town with her blonde suiter. Hugging her pillow against her chest
at night when everyone else was asleep. Seemingly random, stubborn expressions
that really would have hinted at indigestion on anyone else. But most confusing
of all was the gentle flush that seemed to swirl beneath her pale complexion at
random intervals. Out of nowhere her mind just drifted off, only to return with
conflicting emotions. And nine times out of ten, it wasn’t odd to see her make
a sudden departure towards the showers or bathroom soon afterwards.
The three girls who shared a room with Weiss really had assumed she’d picked up
some bug on her date after so many instances of sudden departures. But as the
week continued and her “condition” remained unchanged, Blake was beginning to
think of other possibilities.
Along with night vision, Faunus were known for their other abilities, depending
on their genetics. A cat Faunus herself, Blake had been blessed with a slightly
heightened sense of smell. One that had been picking up certain, musky scents
for the last few days – no matter how hard the heiress tried to wash away her
shame. Rather than ending badly, the black-haired girl was beginning to suspect
the date had gone much better than anyone had expected, Weiss especially.
“You don’t think it looks a little… familiar?” Blake aired her suspicions.
Without warning, Yang’s mocking grin died in an instant, and she found a sudden
interest in the textbook she’d all but ignored since the start of the semester.
And would continue to feint ignorance so long as her partner dared to bring up
her own embarrassing situation. The inside of her arms move over the front of
her mature breasts, an unconscious gesture she’d adopted ever since, well…
Blake’s eerie yellow eyes stared a moment longer before rolling them in the
direction of the boy in question.
First her partner and then Weiss, something was different about the blonde boy
that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Maybe a shift in demeanor or a
stronger confidence that had been absent until lately? The cat eared girl could
only assume that Yang was too close to the situation to see the similarity
between her and the girl she mocked. Or, possibly she just didn’t want to. But
Blake could see a shared conflict. Maybe not as strong in the blonde, but the
fact that they were purposefully sitting as far from the young man as the class
raised a number of eyebrows.
Whatever it was about Jaune Arc, it wasn’t isolated to just Yang. And Blake was
beginning to become too curious for her own good as to just what it was that
had changed. Retrieving her own book from her bag, Blake kept one eye on the
boy still resting face against his desk and smiled. Things just kept getting
more interesting.
                                     :::::
On the opposite end of the room, Blake’s eyes weren’t the only ones stuck on
the young man’s back. Just a few desks away from him, in fact, two young women
watched on while he sat with seemingly no expression, the haggard weight of his
face drawn towards the floor.
“Look at him, broken, so sad. Like the world is just gonna swallow him up at
any second.”
Pyrrha nodded her head, eyebrows drawn up into arch of pity,
“A young man with a broken heart, oh woe is she who shatters the innocence of
such pure infatuation.”
Again, Pyrrha nodded; knowing that Weiss was the one responsible for her
partner's pain. Did she blame the other girl for not returning Jaune’s
feelings? Of course not. But what Weiss had done, leaving her partner to be
humiliated in a restaurant full of people, was unforgivable. If she had an
explanation for such behavior, the red-haired Amazon couldn’t think of it. And
it was only the knowledge that she would only create more problems for their
blond haired leader should she try and confront the girl that kept her from
outright demanding an explanation.
“To find a cure for such pain, such sorrow, oh, what can one do to relight
light that once shined so brightly?”
Oh, if she only knew. Pyrrha wouldn’t stop at anything to see a smile return to
his face. She’d thought time had been the answer. It’s why she’d done her best
to give the boy his space instead of cradling him in her arms like she ached to
do. But that had been a week ago, and he looked no better for her efforts.
“Yes, one would need bravery, strength, and feelings just as pure to awaken the
flames that had been snuffed out. Only with this would you be able to push him
down, pull down his pants, and make him forget any other girl even excist-!”
Pyrrha’s nodding stopped, and she paused for a moment as the words cycled
through her mind. Her eyes widened with a stifled gasp, and her cheeks became
inflamed as she turned towards the orange haired girl who continued to smile,
innocent as can be. Towards the end, she’d lost the poetical waxing, the brass
and even crude reality of her words impossible to misinterpret.
“Nora!” Pyrrha interrupted before her friend could even finish the sentence.
Appearing scandalized, in her heat she fidgeted trying to cool her cherry face.
“I believe I've already asked you to stop suggesting I…” she paused, flush
darkening, “do that.” But said valkery simply rolled her eyes, far less
sensitive.
“And I’m telling you to get over there and pounce while you can. Who knows when
you’re going to get another opportunity like this?” When Pyrrha didn’t answer,
looking closer to a spooked cat than confident woman, Nora sigh with pity.
She’d thought, hoped, after being forced to watch Jaune get ready for a date
with another girl that Pyrrha might actually manage to grow a backbone and
smarten up. Jaune wasn’t going to wait for her forever, after all! But her
friend had fallen right back to the passive, skittish girl she always was. Nora
really did want Jaune to cheer up, but if that also included getting two of her
friend’s together, well then, she was just the best teammate that ever was,
wasn’t she? But neither of those things were going to happen if Pyrrha didn’t
get her big butt moving and into the action.
“Look,” she tried again. “Just look at him!” And they did, taking in his broken
demeanor, “He looks like somebody just kicked his missing, terminal, puppy.”
She thought for a moment, “which also talks and gives him life advise!”
“But,” Pyrrha hesitated, “isn’t it wrong for me to try and take advantage of
the situation? He’s emotionally pained, surely the last thing he’ll be
interested in is a relationship right now.” And to that Nora just shook her
head. Oh, poor naive Pyrrha.
“It’s the only way to get over an old crush.” She informed her, as though she
herself had plenty of experience. “Trust me, the only time he’s going to start
feeling better is when he finds somebody new. I’m just trying to make sure
you’re that somebody.”
“By sleeping with him?” Pyrrha felt the need to confirm. Okay, so she wasn’t
the most knowledgeable when it came to the social aspects of others. But that
seemed like quite the step to take. “And quite forcefully, by your advice.” But
Nora just waved her away, like her fears were completely baseless.
“I’m just kidding,” and then, almost too quick for the other girl to notice she
added, “mostly.”
“I just mean you have to make your move, you know? Stake your claim? Besides,
you do want him to start seeing you as a woman, right?” and Pyrrha hesitantly
nodded. “Well that’ll get the job done, and then some! You’re a total babe,
you’ll knock his socks off.” Caught off guard by the sudo-compliment, Pyrrha
wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Settling on a disquieted groan.
“I suppose it won't hurt to at least think about it,” she conceded if only to
get the other girl off the topic. Nora responded with an explosive grin,
satisfied to see another job well done.
“Aww, what are teammates for? Just be careful not to wait too long.” Pyrrha
accepted the warning with a certain degree of patience. Still, her friend was
simply showing that she cared. In her own… special, special way.
“I’m very lucky to have a friend that knows so much about these subjects. Tell
me, is this how you were able to confess your feelings for Ren?” Still
grinning, the light in the ginger girl’s eyes faded, though she forced herself
to maintain the rigid smile.
“Ahhhhh….” She paused. “Yep! Mhmm, totally. Worked one hundred percent, haha!”
If Pyrrha could see that she was lying, she chose not to comment. “Hey, ah, how
about we go back to spying on Jaune, hmm? When that did stop?” Pyrrha allowed a
small smile to play on her lips. If that’s what she wanted… Although, gifted
with a few moments of silence, the Amazon did find her mind lingering on their
discussion.
Not the pushing him down bit, goodness no. But the thought that revealing her
feelings might cheer him up did give her pause. After all, would it really be
so bad? For him to know that he was wanted, cared for? She might not personally
understand the sting of rejection, but surely acceptance can be the only cure?
Was it really so audacious of her to assume she could fill the hole in his
heart that Weiss had left? Pyrrha had always been so cautious as to never allow
her confidence to become cocky or inflated. But… yes. Yes, she thought so. Even
if it took some work to turn his gaze towards herself, Pyrrha was fairly sure
that she had what it took to make him happy. She just needed to the
opportunity.
“I think we’ve given him enough space.” She spoke. Staring at the far off boy,
her eyes had hardened to show a kind of determination. “I’ve given him a small
break, but I think both of us would benefit to a return to our routine.
Tomorrow morning I’ll wake him to go train, and it's my hope that it will give
us a chance to work out his troubles. Together.” Nora stared at her a moment
longer, before letting a joyous grin blossom in congratulations.
“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed.
A sigh passed her lips. Her team really was lucky to have her.
                                     :::::
Another peaceful day in Beacon Academy came and went leaving the student body
to tuck in for bed and prepare for the coming day. Team JNPR was the same. As
emotionally distressed as Jaune appeared during the day, come night he slipped
away as easily as the next teenager. Even if he awoke to a shadow of regret at
the edge of his consciousness. This morning, however, was different.
Wet grass slipped under Jaune’s boots as he shuffled after his partner, slowly,
exhausted. Waking up, she had greeted him already clad in full armor while
dropping his own equipment onto his chest with a solid thump. Forgetting his
woes for a moment, he’d obviously enquired as to what was going on. But
Pyrrha's answer had been short and clipped, with a nervous energy itching at
her posture. One that persisted even now as the young man stared after her
pace, anxiously fidgeting with each step.
Training, she had called it. Returning to their schedule, she had explained.
He’d done his best to explain that he wasn’t in the mood, but she had all but
ignored him, awkwardly insistent that he dawn his sword, shield, and armor.
Finally, he had been forced to give in, if only to step away from her intense
gaze for even a minute.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, really. Something was bound to break at some
point. His entire team was worried about him; watching him when they thought he
wasn’t looking, glaring at Weiss, even though this entire mess was his own
fault. He knew he should be better about putting on a brave face, but it was
ironically difficult to keep his heart from his sleeve. It was a good thing no
one would ever outright ask about his mischief because he already knew how
quickly he would fold under even that much scrutiny.  
In the days following his date with Weiss, all he could do was remember what he
did wrong. How he could have picked a better restaurant. How he could have
dressed better or picked better things to talk about. But deep down, even he
could recognize that none of those things had been the real problem.
No, all those things were fickle compared to the glaring issue. His powers.
He’d rushed in, used them without fulling understanding their effects. And now
he paid the price. If he’d just trained more, and maybe practiced its effects,
then he might have been able to control the night’s outcome. But now he’d lost
Weiss forever. And even worse, she seemed to hate him more than ever.
The other day was a perfect example. God, she’d been so angry her entire face
had been red. She couldn’t even talk to him anymore, she seemed too upset. And
that was probably the worst of it all. Even if Weiss had never loved him, at
least they had been friends. Or, something close enough to it. Now, though, he
had lost even that. And he had no one to blame but himself.
Pyrrha led him farther and farther into the forest towards a nearby clearing
they often used. Normally her mind was busy planning drills and tactics that
she would try and instill in her partner. But today her mind was preoccupied
with a much more pressing issue. And for the first time in a very long while,
she could feel a nervous flutter in her chest which only grew worse with each
step.
Today was the day. She was going to tell him how she felt. She was going to
expose her feelings for the blond boy who had captured her heart without even
trying. And she was going to make him forget the name, Weiss Schnee.
She glanced over her shoulder, carefully checking to see his expression.
Unfortunately, her wakeup call hadn’t done his mood any good. And she was
resigned to find that his frame of mind seemed even worse than usual. The air
around him that was usually so bright and pure was now tainted with dark cloud
constantly pouring and fighting against his shoulder. But with any luck, she
would be able to cure that.
She took a deep breath, tasting the flavor of wood and leaves in the air. Up
high the sky was just beginning to brighten even though the sun hadn’t yet
appeared. And it would be another few hours before the rest of the student body
woke up to greet the day. She and Jaune were alone. This was her best chance.
Her only chance. And she had to believe that she had what it took to capture
her crush's attention.
It was almost laughable in a way. Looking between the two, no one would guess
Pyrrha would be the one worried about not being good enough for the other.
After all, she was a champion! A Huntress, accomplished in both her career and
popularity. Though, the two were closely intertwined. But really, that was the
biggest issue. And one the red-haired girl would continue to struggle against
for years to come.
Yes, people loved her. It wasn’t as though Jaune was her first romantic
pursuit. Far from it. Many, many people have flocked to her side over the
course of her life. But always in search of something that she had. Be it the
money she won from her tournaments, or the connection her fame had earned,
everyone she had ever met only seemed interested for the fact that they could
say that that they knew her. Or, in on particularly heartbreaking instance,
that they had slept with her. To people, she was a trophy in of herself. A
thing to be won. To show off. And that is why Jaune was so important to her.
And yet, it was also entirely possible that it wasn’t really even about him,
but instead that he was just a person who didn’t know about her. Not her fame
or money or anything that made people say and do things just be near her. No,
he only knew her as her and part of Pyrrha seriously had to wonder how much
that really was worth? In that way, he was like her own personal test. A way to
prove to herself that she was worth anything on her own. That she had value
just by being Pyrhha.
That’s not to say she didn’t care for him at all. Oh no, she liked him quite a
bit. It was just that initial freedom and curiosity had allowed her to open
herself up to look past his awkwardness and lack of training. To see the kind-
hearted boy underneath who so readily charged forward for his friend even when
he had the most to lose. He was the opposite of everything she ever knew about
people. A spark of light in a world of greed and hate. And if Weiss was too
dumb to recognize that then, well, Pyrrha was ready to step up.
The clearing came into view, appearing untouched since the last time they’d
appeared. Breaking through the foliage, the red-haired Amazon could almost feel
a fraction of her stress disappear, as though this was her own world away from
the world. One where there was no Weiss, no competitions. Where she could just
spend her time with her partner and enjoy his company, just the two of them.
Turning around, Jaune joined her a moment later looking markedly less at peace.
She frowned for what must have been the hundredth time at his long features. He
always made her feel so safe and at home. Now it was her time to return the
favor.
“Jaune,” she spoke, the lyrical tone of her voice just slightly off under the
pressure squeezing at her chest. Holding a hand over her breastplate, she could
feel her heart thumping wildly underneath. In such a way that even battle had
not managed to inflict.
At his name he looked up, blinking as soon as he caught sight of the sudden
intensity of her gaze. Of course, he had been expecting this. It was only a
matter of time before his friends felt the need to interrupt his sulking. He
still found himself unsettlingly caught off guard. When she motioned for him to
move closer and to join her on a nearby fallen log, he did so, awkwardly
shrinking under her attention as she searched his sad blue eyes.
“Jaune, I- I just need you to know that I understand that pain you are going
through. Your feelings for Weiss, even misplaced, were true to you. And I will
never understand how she could have hurt you like she did.” Pausing for breath,
emotion flashed across his face, but Pyrrha rushed in before he could stop her.
She’d thought so long about how she wanted to do this. On how she would tell
him about her feelings. But if he stopped her, she knew she might not have the
strength to pick back up.
For Jaune’s part, he didn’t quite know what to think. All of this sudden
encouragement made it even more difficult to meet her eyes. She was so worried
about him, horrified that he was in pain over getting rejected by Weiss. When
the reality was much more complicated – and not to mention less noble. Would
she still be this nice to him if she knew the truth about that night? About
everything he’d done? Rather than help him, he found his mood dropping even
lower, guilt in addition to the disappointment of losing Weiss forcing his head
to bow and shoulders to hunch.
“I know you feel that what happened was your fault. You’re always so hard on
yourself. More than anyone else. And i-it hurts me to see you in pain. There is
a reason I brought you out here today. And I need you to listen to me when I
say that you deserve to be happy. You are a wonderful man and I know I’m not
the only one who can recognize that. You are kind and thoughtful and
considerate and…” again she had to pause, the words failing to rise no matter
how much she struggled. But she was Pyrrha Nikos. And nothing stood in the way
of her goals. Not even herself.
“And any girl would be lucky to date you.” Finally, she allowed herself to
stop, an uncharacteristically fearful light blooming in each of her green orbs.
And yet still she gazed at him. Searching.
Jaune’s expression lifted, glancing towards his friend with something close to
surprise. He’d always know that Pyrrha had thought well of him, but not to this
degree, certainly. The last thing he wanted was to worry the people who cared
about him. Lifting his head, he found his eyes turned towards his partner’s.
Unsure, a tight smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, more for her benefit
than anything else. And yet even that small show of appreciation for her
efforts was enough to redouble Pyrrha’s wavering confidence.  
“J-Jaune!” she answered his attention, her tone just a bit too high to seem
casual. She flinched immediately, but Jaune didn’t seem to notice at all,
smiling pleasantly. Biting down on her own features, it was painfully obvious
how wide her eyes were. Like a child chasing after a piece of candy.
“I just wanted to add-,” she paused shaking her head. “I mean, I just thought
you should keep in mind, that… Weiss, Weiss could have just been a poor match
for you, understand? Clearly, it seems like the two of you weren’t compatible.”
Her hands shook at against her breast. “But that doesn’t mean you should stop
looking! Any girl would be lucky to call you there’s. I'm sure you already have
plenty of young women who would be interested.”
Gazing into his eyes, Pyrrha’s own emerald pair glimmered with such intensity,
silently begging him to hear her and understand what she was saying. When he
remained silent she nudged him even further. “Perhaps one even closer than you
would imagine?” she tried, so obvious Zwie would be able to pick up on the
signals she was sending. And to her wonderfully horrified eyes, he actually
seemed to consider what she was saying, staring at her so thoughtfully the
world seemed to freeze.
If only.
In reality, Jaune’s thoughts weren’t anything close to what Pyrrha was no doubt
imagining. What would have been obvious to anyone else urged his mind in an
entirely different direction.
His first thought was how strange his partner was being. Cheering him up was
one thing, but something about her words seemed… strange. Though, he couldn’t
really place his finger on why. That thought was quickly consumed by another
before it had the chance to expand or take root. Instead, he found his eyes
widening as a wave of realization washed over him.
The answer he’d been looking for…
Could she be right? Was his mistake not that he’d ruined his chance with Weiss,
but that he’d thought of her as his only option? Initially, he’d imagined
himself with a number of woman as possible alternatives. But his infatuation
had with his crush had narrowed his vision, and had allowed himself to forget
that other women existed. And that this one set back didn’t change the reality
that he still had his powers.
Yes, he cared about Wiess. And yes, he was genuinely heartbroken knowing he
would never get to be with her, but just because he’d ruined one possibility,
why should that stop him from pursuing others? He had made a mistake. He’d
rushed in before knowing he was ready. But he should learn from that, instead
of giving up completely.
The realization hit him like a slap to the face. If he just took the time and
actually learned how to use his powers and their effects than maybe he could
seriously get a girlfriend. There was still time. Although the question did
remain, how exactly he was supposed to do that? It wasn’t like he had many
opportunities to just go out and use his power without attracting too much
attention. People might not figure out it was him, but he was pretty sure
rumors of some kind of perverted ghost would draw the attention of the faculty
pretty quickly. If he was going to do this, he needed it to be centered around
one woman, and it would need to happen away from where others could catch wind
of what was happening. But where on earth was he supposed to find an attractive
Huntress who regularly isolated herself and who he had regular access to?
Hmmm…..
And slowly, he found his gaze sliding back towards his partner who was still
quietly waiting for his response despite the near panic that had taken her
features.
Actually, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity for just that? Jaune knew Pyrrha,
at least enough to recognize any strange behavior inflicted on his part. But
even better, they trained every morning. Which meant he had the opportunity to
practice on her at least once a day without anything getting in the way. And as
far as being attractive went, admittedly that didn’t really matter in the long
run, but it was a personal preference. And Pyrrha was about as beautiful as a
girl could become.
His eyes turned from her gaze, flicking towards her exposed skin and skimpy
armor for the briefest of seconds. He didn’t really need to look, but it felt
like the right thing to do, considering his current train of thought. But no,
he knew what she looked like. And now he might get the opportunity to see even
more than ever before.
Of course, that did still leave the question, should he use his friend like
that?
She worked so hard to be a good friend to him, even going so far as to drag his
sorry ass out of bed just to give him a pep talk. Somehow returning the favor
by feeling her up didn’t quite seem appropriate. And yet, wasn’t it that same
drive to help him that should encourage him to go forward with his plan? She
was the one trying to tell him that he should keep looking for a girlfriend,
after all.
He knew his friend and knew that she would do anything in her power to help him
if he asked. In this particular case, asking would just lead to more problems
than if he simply went ahead with it. Maybe it was wrong to take advantage of
that friendship, but he would do the same for her in a heartbeat – and intended
to as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Hell, maybe he could even help
her get a date after he found his own lady. Was she interested in anyone? He
would have to try and find a way to ask.
The reality that he was going through with it transitioned with shocking ease.
Although, part of him might always have intended to go that route, regardless
of the reasoning he took to get there. There was a disconnect forming between
his actions in that other world and this one. Almost as though he could pretend
nothing he did there actually happened – or had consequences. Leaving him to
wonder… just where did the end of this road go for him?
Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to dwell on such thoughts for long, as other
matters demanded his focus. Namely… how the heck he was going to pull this off.
He might need to start with a few fibs.
While all of this was going through his mind, Pyrrha waited with baited breath
to see if he had picked up on any of her cues. It was strange how she could
want something so badly and be afraid of it at the exact same time. But what
else could love be except for a combination of all the heart’s strongest
emotions? Finally, her patience was rewarded as Jaune’s contemplative frown
focused on her, and he moved to rest his seat even closer than they had been.
Her heart lept in her chest.
“Pyrrha,” he started in a tone that sent shivers down the redhead’s spine. She
could feel the heat of his body against the cool outside air. Her eyes widened
accordingly. Staring into his gaze, she waited for him to say the words she’d
been waiting to hear since she had first come to recognize her feelings. She
watched his lips part to speak, as though she could see them forming as he
spoke. ‘Go on, just say it. I feel the same way… say it.’ But instead…
 “Train me.”
Huh, no. Not that…
She blinked, all of her previous anticipation shattered as her brain attempted
to reset to process the current situation. Instead of a word, all she could
manage was a muted, “huh?” Jaune’s hardened features remained.
“Train me,” he repeated, oblivious to the obvious disappointment mounting his
friend’s features with each moment her fantasy was peeled away. The reality of
his voice was much more grim. “You were right, and I’m tired of feeling sorry
for myself. Even if things didn’t work out with Weiss, that doesn’t mean I
should just give up. But rather than dating, I think I need to focus on me
first, you know? Get stronger, learn to be more confident.”
‘And practice my semblance,’ went unsaid. “It kind of feels like a lots been
happening lately. I just need to slow down, maybe try and think about my
decisions first. And I think the best way to start is to tell you something
that I… I’ve been keeping a secret from everyone, something I should have told
you from the start.”
With each word, Pyrrha found it harder and harder to maintain the understanding
smile she had forced onto her face. Doesn’t want to date? Wants to improve
himself? He wants to slow down?! It took everything she had not to simply reach
out and start to shake him by his breastplate. And even worse, everything he
was saying was completely reasonable!
How was she supposed to be angry with him when he was making such sound
decisions? Well, she was, but she knew she shouldn’t be. He was trying to grow
as a person and as a Hunter and were it any other person she would applaud them
for such a mature decision. But this was Jaune. And all she could hear was that
she’d waited too long. Again.
Could he still have misunderstood her intentions? Did she actually have to hold
up a sign with an arrow pointing to herself with the words, “wants to date
you!” written in bright, eye attracting colors? Surely not every girl had to be
so blunt. So what was wrong with her? What was she doing wrong that she
required such drastic maneuvers simply to expose her feelings to the boy she
liked? Or perhaps, maybe it had less to do what she did, and more to do with
the boy she’d fallen for.
After everything she said, for him to still remain so oblivious she felt that
there really could be only two options. Either, Jaune’s known about her
feelings for quite some time and simply did not understand how to explain he
did not return her love… or… or the very idea of even trying to think of her in
a romantic light was so impossible that it refused to even cross his mind. He
didn’t see her as a woman, or even female. Just a good friend, and at times, a
handy tutor to help improve his abilities. 
Blinking, she realized she’d begun to tune his words out while slowly
experiencing her own downward spiral of despair. Forced back towards the
surface, she tried to recall what he had just said to her, marked by a nervous
guilt that had her genuinely curious. A secret? She sighed and did her best to
put her own feelings behind her. Her partner needed her after all… he just
didn’t want her.
“I… think I discovered my semblance.”
She stopped. The pain in her chest momentarily forgotten as she looked at him
and realized what he’d just said. “Your semblance?” Her tone was brighter than
she had any right to feel, but that didn’t matter right now. Instead, she found
herself looking at the blond in a whole new light. “Jaune… that’s, oh my,
that’s wonderful!” she cheered for him, and could even feel a smile start to
pull her features.
To have unlocked his personal abilities so soon… well, it was unexpected, to
say the least. Normally, people had to work with their aura for years before
they were able to come about that special power unique to them and them alone.
There were exceptions, of course, gifted young children who activated their
abilities as naturally as breathing. Young Ruby Rose came to mind, but a
majority of Hunters were unable to reach that point until the late into their
middle years in school. Whereas Jaune had managed it only a few months? Not for
the first time, Pyrrha looked at the young man in front of her marveling at
just how much potential there was to be tapped.
“Y-Yea?” he managed, not sure how to handle her sudden interest. Although, part
of him couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. It was too easy to remember
his own eagerness that first day, and how he’d nearly exposed himself to his
entire team right then and there. It was funny to think about, how his life
would have changed if his partner and other female teammate hadn’t picked that
moment to return from their shower, how would things have changed?
Unfortunately, the ability to reverse time wasn’t included in this package.
“I mean, I’m pretty sure? It’s a little weird.” He continued, beating around
the bush. But perhaps she’d had enough of suspense. “It’s why I was hoping… I
mean, you wouldn’t mind helping me train it, right?”
“Of course! Would you be comfortable showing me how it works?” she waited for
him to perform. Which, well, she said she’d help him… and so, without any
further ado, Jaune activated his semblance for the first time in a week,
casting the world into a soundless void of isolation.
A/N: UPDATE SCHEDULE: okay, so the way things have been going is less than
ideal, to put it simply. Even though I've effect dropped all of my stories
except the three most popular, I'm still not updating as fast as I would have
liked. Thankfully, a new development has encouraged me to set up a time table
for all of my stories. Which, is as follows:
Genjutsu Gone Right: will now be updating at LEAST once a month. Depending on
the length of chapters, I may be able to work in two shorter updates, but no
matter what by the end of the month I am going to do my best to give you a
regular update to look forward to. Hopefully this will quell the reviews crying
out for me to reconsider abandoning this story (Which I have never even
considered, BTW.)
Sense of Semblance and Vault 69: From now on these stories will be updated on
ALTERNATING MONTHS, which means in addition to GGR updating ONCE a month, I
intend to update one of these stories to go with it. Whichever story does not
get updated, it will be updated the following month. Since I’ve updated Sos in
October, that means the next update won’t be until December.
Next_chapter–Training_never_felt_so_good_–_December: Taking advantage of their
morning drills, Jaune Arc will take the time to explore the very limits of his
powers. Observing his abilities in the middle of combat, Pyrrha won’t even
notice the odd warmth slowly starting to flow through her body until it is too
late. What will Jaune learn through these exercise? And more importantly, how
will his partner respond to overwhelming pleasure after Jaune so easily
overlooked her confession? Read the next chapter to find out. F&R
***** Training never felt so good *****
A/N: Whoo boy! By the skin of my teeth, ah? This chapter took me a while but I
managed to get it in on time. I just want to say, for everyone who’s taken the
time to migrate over from FF, good to see you. And thanks for enjoying the
story enough to go out of your way. a lot of people have been waiting for this
chapter (sex) and I’m glad I managed to give it to you. Just keep in mind,
Jaune is still a virgin in this story and Pyrrha is near enough to be
considered one. And that does affect how I treat the scene. As the story
progresses and characters learn more about sex the scene’s themselves will
mature as well. Now, please enjoy and look forward to the next chapter.
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                                   Chapter 6
Tag(s): Groping, Petting, Fingering, Cow-Girl.
Girl(s): Pyrrha
Words: 14,868
Pyrrha didn’t move. Instead, she just stood there with the same level of
excitement forever enshrined in his own personal world. All he could do was
look at her for a moment, immediately feeling the calming sensation that always
came with the silence and isolation of his own world. Taking a deep breath, his
ridged posture deflated.
That had been… difficult. But she had asked him to show her what he could do.
To her, it will probably look like a kind of speed semblance, or maybe even
teleportation. Both of which were about a thousand times more likely than the
truth. He hadn’t exactly lied to her, after all, he did tell her his secret.
Just… not everything.
He needed this opportunity, this chance to use his power without anything else
getting in the way. They were alone, in the wilderness, and without anything
around them for a good mile. Maybe it was a little underhanded getting her to
agree to help him when she didn’t know exactly what that entailed, but he’d
never said how he wanted to use his semblance. Besides, she seemed… oddly
optimistic about his ability to find a date. Clearly, she wanted him to find
someone. And today she would do just that.
He knew where he went wrong last time. He needed to learn how to control their
reactions was all. Yang had been a fumbling first attempt, and Weiss had been
too fast. He’d most likely hurt her, overloaded her before she could even start
to think about why she was feeling aroused. If he found balance, he knew he
could manage to excite a woman without it overwhelming her. He just needed
practice. And now he had the perfect subject.
He took in his friend’s figure, feeling a warm heat start beneath his cheeks.
Even just standing there it was hard not to see how impossibly beautiful she
was. But it was even harder not to see just how ironically accessible her body
was dressed in only her armor.
His eyes found her skirt, bizarrely short considering it was made for combat.
Like most girls at Beacon, his partner had somehow managed to master the art of
fighting without flashing her panties to everyone within eyeshot every time she
moved to kick or flip. But in this world, there was very little stopping him
from pulling the short circle of material over her hips to expose her lower
half. Likewise, her breastplate was just as bad. For the simple fact that he
only had to pull it down to free the breasts he’d first laid eyes on so many
days ago. And if he was planning to start slow, that seemed like a good place
to start.
The upper half her armor was more of a leather corset than any real metal,
though hardened bits did stand apart from the rest. Reaching up, Jaune was
still amazed at how easy it was becoming undressing his friends when they just
stood there. He recalled that first day when he’d been too shy to so much as
look at her naked back and marveled at how much had changed.
Just as he’d imagined, the fabric around her breast was malleable enough to be
manipulated. Laces in the back pulled the material tight around her figure. But
without any straps or a collar the shape of her body made it easy to urge the
armor over her ribs as soon as it passed the hill of her breasts. What lay
underneath forced Jaune to pause.
Rather than a traditional bra, Jaune found himself staring at a layer of
bandage wound around the woman’s breasts. Under her armor, he’d never known,
but it seemed like this was the reason why she’d been able to keep her larger
chest from getting in the way of battle while fitting them inside her
breastplate. Jaune only had to take one look at them to know if he tried to
take it off, he did not have the skills or knowledge to replace it after he was
done.
It was a conundrum, and he had to wonder if he could move forward like this.
Maybe it would be better to try this again when they were both wearing their
school uniform? He knew for a fact that she wore regular bras then. But the
thought of losing this golden opportunity to test and measure her reactions
didn’t sit well with him. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice?
Maybe he was getting cocky after his date with Weiss. He was starting to get
too confident in his ability not to get caught. But the more he did things like
this, the more he was starting to realize that he could probably get away with
a lot more than he originally thought. Even things that couldn’t be explained,
like clothing suddenly disappearing, wouldn't immediately draw attention to
himself. His power was too impossible for even him to believe at times, let
alone anyone else. And in the end, that made the decision for him.
Around her back he found the end of the bandage tucked towards the bottom of
her wrap. Pulling it free, he lifted her arms and started the comical task
walking around her body while pulling the white tape free. Eventually, the
material loosened enough from her breasts that he could simply pull it free,
balling it up in his hands as he finished. Looking around, he paused before
catching sight of a nearby bush and quickly disposed of the evidence. Finally,
he was free to return to the point of focus, or rather, the two of them.
Free from her top and makeshift undergarments, Jaune was free to admire his
partner’s breasts in all their glory. And unlike the last time he’d been lucky
enough to catch a glimpse, he didn’t waste any time in allowing his hands to
settle around the shape; drinking in the soft feminine flesh that had started
this entire dilemma.
His hands cradled his partner’s chest from behind enjoying the soft weight
found only in this part of a woman's body. His fingers sank into the pale
flesh, kneading gently while a single finger moved to brush along the point of
her tips. His aura, which visibly covered his entire body, quickly leached into
the only other living figure, seeping into her body everywhere that he touched.
Soon, the wispy smoke like color could be seen wafting off of her shape,
bringing it to life in this stale, motionless environment.
He noticed her smell first, finally allowed to rise off of her body and hair.
Leather and cinnamon made an interesting combination, but he found himself
breathing it in nevertheless. His face already so close to the bright red
ponytail tickling his cheek. He was amazed he’d never noticed how good she
smelled before. Unconscious of his of his own actions, he naturally pressed
himself harder against the warm softness of a woman’s body, allowing the hard
knot of flesh trapped behind his jeans to settle against her round bottom.
His hands worked slowly, rolling her breasts in gentle motions. He left her
nipples alone for the most part, brushing against them occasionally to test
their shape. It was very long before the soft rises in her flesh began to wind
and tighten under his attention, a fact he was growing increasingly proud of.
He had to stop himself from going any longer, knowing that he didn’t have that
freedom this particular morning. Guess it was time to see if she noticed
anything.
He pulled up her corset in a single firm tug. Its golden trim usually did a
fine job of keeping her cleavage modest. However, without the bandages keeping
her mounds in check, he found the tops of her breasts spilling over the top of
the material no matter how he tried arranging it. He gave an awkward chuckle
before ultimately giving up, taking several steps back from the place he’d been
standing before doing his best to copy the anxious frown he’d been wearing. He
gave a deep breath, said a prayer, and looked to see how his partner would cope
with the sudden shift in her person
Pyrrha’s wide eyes blinked, her warrior instincts suddenly screaming that
something had changed. Strangely enough, she was left with the distinct
impression that the floor beneath her feet had shifted or slanted. Likewise,
taking a breath, the familiar discomfort of her binding had noticeably changed.
Her armor felt tighter for some reason. And her breasts... Her rosy cheeks
darkened as soon as she noticed how sensitive they were. Glowing with a kind of
warmth, the sensation slowly spread until she could feel a light sheen of sweat
start on her forehead. And yet even all of that didn’t attract the brunt of her
attention. Instead, her eyes moved, shifting a few feet from where she’d been
starting to see her partner’s adorably shy self suddenly appearing without so
much as a hint of disturbance in the air around him.
“Teleportation?” she gasped out loud. Forgetting the oddity of her chest and
balance she could only look at Jaune who stared back with odd focus. She
actually pulled back, feeling her cheeks warm and her heart beat strangely
fast. Their earlier conversation must have affected her more than she thought.
She glanced away for a moment to collect herself before continuing in a more
calm tone. “Jaune, this is-. Do you even understand how incredible this?” She
looked back to see a slow smile staring at pull at his face.
“I guess?” he offered possible. “I mean, I can see how it would be useful.” He
was a terrible liar, but it was kind of hard to get excited about something
when the truth was so much grander. Pyrrha was still too amazed to notice,
thankfully. “But um, I still need to work on how I might be able to use it in a
fight. You wouldn’t mind helping me with that, right?” Pyrrah immediately
nodded her head.
“Oh, of course! But, I think I need to learn more about it before trying to
integrate it into your style. Can you tell me if there is a limited number of
many times you can use it? Or, perhaps have you tested the distance?” Ever the
fighter, the young woman shifted in the blink of an eye imagining all the ways
that she could help her friend perfect his abilities. Semblance application was
what made or broke hunters after all. Her own seemingly passive abilities
coming to mind. Against creatures made of bone and darkness, what good could
polarity manipulation really be? But it was how she used it that made her
great, a legend even. Possibilities flashed before her eyes as she once again
turned from a young woman in love into a battle-hardened warrior.
In the back of her mind, it was a little sad to acknowledge the fact. Jaune
already knew her as Pyrrha the champion. She had wanted to avoid this type of
talk; she’d wanted to try just being a girl with a boy. She so rarely had the
chance. But… maybe it was just time she accepted the fact that to him she was
more valuable as a fighter than a woman. If Jaune couldn’t see her feelings
after everything she had said then clearly he wasn’t interested. Or, at the
very least, he couldn’t even entertain the thought of her as a woman enough to
consider she had been talking about herself in her examples. The pain stung,
mingling with the mild pleasure that had bloomed in her chest. So she ignored
both, putting her pain out of mind by focusing on Jaune’s training. Or, at
least she tried.
“I haven’t tried pushing it like that yet,” the blond admitted. Pyrrha put on a
thoughtful face before nodding, thoughtlessly tracing a hand along the hem of
her breastplate.  
“Then I suppose that’s a good enough place to start as any. We should just
spare as we usually train and see if you can use your semblance in the heat of
battle. If it takes too much concentration or time to prepare than it might be
harder to implement into your style. But no matter what, I fail to see how it
can't be useful in some way. Are you able to use it again?”
She moved to take her stance, shield and spear prepared in each hand. Jaune
simply nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t have any problems. Activating his own
weaponry, he braced against Pyrrha’s impending attack, angling the white sheet
of metal against his arm exactly as how she’d been instructing. The red-haired
woman gave no further signals, simply launching herself forward to test the
strength of his arm. But thrusting her weapon from her body, the impact she’d
been expecting to land suddenly pierced through the open air as Jaune vanished
before her very eyes.
She landed with a roll, the change in momentum and balance too off to manage
anything else. Whipping around, her eyes scanned the field looking for where
he’d disappeared; only to find him a few feet behind where she’d been standing.
Narrowing her eyes, she moved faster this time. Too focused on the battle at
hand to notice the new found sensations ticking the tips of her breasts as she
charged forward.
Thrust! He was gone.
Sweep! He disappeared.
Throw! Her weapon embedded in a tree unfortunate enough to be standing behind
the space Jaune had previously stood. A quick motion of her hand and a black
aura could be seen enveloping the discarded weapon before it flew back into her
outstretched grip. She barely managed to turn in time before he was gone again,
this time further back.
Even as she shifted her weapon, firing three dust infused bullets in his
direction, he managed to vanish before she could even stand up from her
crouched position on the grassy floor. Finally, after jumping through the air
and impaling her spear into the ground where he had been standing, Pyrrha’s
stance slumped as she turned to see him looking as calm and refreshed as when
they’d started. As opposed to herself who could be seen breathing in the cool
morning air at a slightly elevated rate.
She was far from panting, but if she paid attention she would have been able to
tell her state had little to do with a bit of exercise. She was a champion
after all, one who’d marathoned entire tournaments with hardly a few beads of
sweat to mark her armor. A few minutes of jumping around wouldn’t be enough to
excite her pulse. Instead, a different kind of stimulation had begun to draw on
her stamina, a kind she was entirely unused to. And one that she didn’t even
notice had gotten worse with each time Jaune's figure blinked out of reality.
A few more attacks were tried, each time forcing Pyrrha to push harder than
she’d ever needed against her leader. She was so used to holding back; it was
hard to look at the boy she loved and think of him as a serious threat. But she
was quickly learning that to be a mistake. And by the time she faltered, her
shoulders were visibly rising with each of her breath.
Bare to the cool morning air; both were sporting a healthy pink glow that
extended over her collar up to her cheeks. She sheathed her shield on her back,
once again absentmindedly reach up to correct the snug fit of her armor as her
ribs expanded in a breath. For some reason, her tips were becoming increasingly
sensitive from the irritation, and she flushed feeling them rub against the
softer fabric lining the inside of the metal and leather piece. Goodness, when
had morning become so warm?
Seeing her sheath her weapon and shield, Jaune moved to do the same. Although
he couldn’t stop from staring at the state he’d working her towards. With each
attack, each time he vanished before her eyes the young woman had no idea that
he was using the opportunity to manipulate her arousal. Still cautious, he
moved with gentle actions that encouraged the pleasurable reactions without
actually forcing them through her body.
He stuck with her breasts, occasionally allowing his hands to massage and grope
other parts of her upper body. By now, he knew for a fact that his partner’s
nipples were hard as the steel lining the muscles along her arms and legs.
During his last pass, he’d finally allowed himself to pay attention to the pink
spots, watching their color shift to a darker red. And by the looks of her,
Pyrrha didn’t even notice. Not consciously, at least. Which was exactly what
he’d been hoping to see. A small smile started to play against his boyish
features as he moved to approach his teacher.
“So?” he grinned. And was that confidence in his voice?
Pyrrha didn’t answer right away, blinking away the strange head rush that left
her thoughts… fuzzy. Her hips shifted, and hands reached out for the staff
still embedded in the ground for support. A cool breeze passed through the
wooded area brushing against the exposed skin of Pyrrha’s thighs. Without
warning, she found her knees wobbling. A prospect she had to resist from gaping
at. Instead, she was forced to focus on her partner, lest she fail in even this
roll.
“I… yes.” She shook her head. And her familiar smile came to life. “It’s… quite
impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to push myself so hard against you.
And yet, you hardly look as though a thing has changed.” Some awe crept into
her voice as she realized how true that was. Usually, by this point in their
training Jaune’s body was covered in dirt and bruises from being cast to the
cruel ground, time and time again. His shield arm was getting stronger, but
still not enough to deflect or defend against the full weight of her spear. But
this new ability of his appeared to work around that weakness almost entirely.
“However,” she continued… and he frowned.
She wasn’t the fastest or strongest in the world by any means, but Jaune
appeared to be able to activate his power faster than anyone could actually
move to stop him. And if the strain of this ability was as minuscule as his
appearance led to believe then he didn’t even need to worry about enemies
attempting to exhaust him into submission. She herself was feeling the
consequence of that particular strategy. Still, she couldn’t help but notice
one outstanding flaw.
“However, I couldn’t help but notice you never managed to try and attack me
back.”
Pyrrha could feel her pulse thrum against the inside of her bracelet. She took
a deep breath, shuddering at the odd sensation that followed. The resulting
friction only worsened her condition, speeding up the pace of her heart and
thus demanding more and more air. Even though she was standing still, she found
her breath growing worse rather than recovering. And her hands now rested on
the top of her breastplate, pulling and yanking it between words in a futile
attempt to find the comfort she was used to.
In reality, the constant shifting forced her tips to scrap back and forth,
drawing more pleasure from her flesh than even Jaune could claim. Before she
knew it, her words had started to stumble, and her thoughts struggled to keep
up past the increasingly insistent inch below her leather and metal corset.
“And, um… that is,” she shook her head, before clearing her through. “Battles
of… of attrition are well and good if you… need to direct the enemy.” A hot
sigh blew from her nose. “But if you find yourself in a position where you need
to finish them off quickly than it’s important that you learn to integrate
attack as well as…” she closed her eyes, pinching her lips in a repressed
frown. “As defense. We should try again, this time focusing on your sword
posture and balance between jumps.”
Finished, she gave a sigh of relief, happy to see Jaune’s attention turn
introspective as he considered the instruction. She tried to be subtle turning
her back on him. But after a solid minute of trying to adjust her gear, she
finally had to give up and give her armor her full attention away from the
boy’s eyes.
Pyrrha frowned down at her self, rolling her back and shoulder while trying to
understand why it felt like her armor had shrunken overnight. Looking over her
chin, she was greeted by a veritable shelf of cleavage for all the world to
see. The top of which moved and rose with each of her startled breaths,
completely free to shake and move under the layer of thick material.
Some things finally started clicking into place. Her awkward balance; the
complete lack of room to so much as breath comfortably, as well as the…
tingling warmth of her tips. She had begun to notice each in the back of her
mind, but only now addressed the issue. And naturally, a terrified blush
started under her skin.
Had Jaune noticed? She only had to take another glance at her chest to realize
that he must of. It was practically impossible not to unless it was right under
your nose, like herself. And yet why hadn’t he said anything?
Pyrrha knew her outfit was… sparse, in some areas more than others. But
attraction or seduction had never been the purpose. Her combat skirt showed so
much of her thigh because she needed the full rotation of her hips and legs
during battle. She didn’t bother with straps or collars because anything along
her shoulders could make awkward or restrict the strength of her blows. She did
her best to correct these open areas by guarding her arms legs and neck in
separate attire. And yet people only ever seemed to focus on the skin in
between. 
Obviously, she was aware that there were people out there that ignored the
combat benefits, focusing instead on the charms her armor afforded. But she did
her best to ignore those type of fans, disliking the stares that itched against
her skin. 
Good Oum, how long had she been running around like this? Her eyes widened
comically, before shooting an alarmed glance towards Jaune. Thankfully the
blonde appeared to be mulling over her broken advice; eyes turned upward in a
thoughtful expression. Still, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been able to see
through their entire battle. The way she was pressing out of her armor, it was
amazing nothing had just popped free. The very thought was enough to elicit a
silenced gasp. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember when she could
have lost the vital equipment.
She remembered putting it on that morning, even after all this time it never
failed to drag on and pinch in the worst ways. Still, she was unfortunate
enough to require such equipment, less her entire center of balance lift. As
well as this very situation. But that could only mean sometime during the walk
through the forest and their light spar it had just… fallen from under her
equipment. Now knowing that she was all but naked underneath the revealing
breastplate, she found herself self-consciously yanking it up even harder in a
vain attempt at protecting her modesty. Unfortunately for her, Jaune’s
consideration had finished. And he was ready to resume their “spar”.
“Alright,” he called at her back, “I think I got it now. Ready for round two?”
Her heart leaped in her chest.
Rather than turn around, Pyrrha’s fearful expression glanced over her shoulder,
hand still pressed over the exposed tops of her breasts. She couldn’t fight
like this! But… but she couldn’t tell him to stop for the day either, not after
she just explained what he needed to work on. She could explain why she needed
to end their morning early, but she couldn’t ignore the slim possibility that
he really hadn’t noticed her lack of equipment. And even thought of bringing it
to his attention was more than her fragile heart could take.
Her eyes clenched, a deceive whine smothered against her pinched expression.
For a moment, her eyes stared at the forest edge around them, pondering the
possibility of simply disappearing for the rest of the day. But in the end, she
still found herself turning to face the boy, her shield quite obviously pulled
against her front to guard her exposed cleavage.
“R-Ready,” she managed. The smile on her face was so forced even Jaune could
see how uncomfortable she was. And yet he continued to pretend not to notice.
Although a flash of guilt did manage to pass through the eager energy that
compelled him to continue their battle. Not enough, however, to keep him from
taking his stance and waiting for Pyrrha to do the same. Instead, he took a
moment to smile at the girl, genuine appreciation shining through.
She really was a great friend. His alternative goals aside, he had to
acknowledge how lucky he was to have been partnered with somebody who was as
kind and great as Pyrrha. She trained with him every morning, kept his secret
of sneaking into Beacon, and now she was even cheering him up after a bad date.
He’d never known someone outside of his family who would go so far out of their
way for him.
And now, even if she didn’t know it, she was even helping him get a girlfriend.
He was touched, and couldn’t help pausing the next part of their fight to offer
her a heartfelt smile.
“Oh! Um, whenever you’re ready!” she chose instead, arming her spear as much as
she could with her current posture. Just looking at her appeared awkward and
cumbersome. She didn’t even notice his gaze until she looked up from triple
checking her shield, only to be stopped short by the emotion suddenly set onto
her. For a moment, her wardrobe malfunction was forgotten, and she found
herself lost in his stare. Reading everything she had ever wanted from their
depths.
And then he had to speak.
“Pyrrha,” he started, his tone just as heartfelt as his gaze. The poor girl
felt her throat close up, any words she might have returned blocked by her own
brain’s sudden departure. “I just want you to know…” Yes? She hung on his every
word, “that if I ever managed to find a girlfriend, I can only hope she’d be
half as great as you. Really, I can’t imagine having ever found a better
friend.”
And just like that… her world froze.
Friend. Friend? Friend… The word played in her mind a dozen times, each more
painful than the last.
He… wants to find a girl half as good as her? Then… then why couldn’t he just
date her!? The reality of what he was saying laid against her like a blanket
made of despair and lead. He really didn’t see her at all. He couldn’t even
imagine himself romantically with her. What was she even doing here anymore?
What was the point? But all she needed to do to answer that question was look
back at his grinning face, which less than an hour ago had been drawn and pale
and lost. It had hurt to see him then, but it hurt to look at him now. It was a
different pain, maybe even worse. And yet still she chided herself. Still, she
forced herself to return the smile and still tell herself that this was okay.
Being Jaune’s friend wasn’t horrible. Goodness, no! They had a wonderful
friendship, and she was happy to see him happy. Which is why, maybe… maybe she
needed to consider that this was just for the best. That this should be the
kick she needed to recognize that her feelings just weren’t going to come
across. He clearly valued their relationship as it was, and she should do the
same. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she forced herself to accept a
future where they remained as they were. And would that really be so bad? She
forced herself to say no.
Unaware of all of this, Jaune remained his happy self, getting ready for the
next bout of their exercise. He armed his sword and shield, taking a pose and
waiting for Pyrrha to join in. Which she did, after a few moments of standing
early still with her face towards the ground. Looking towards the boy,
something paused in Jaune’s brain at her expression, a certain dim light in her
usually brilliant gaze.
Pyrrha’s thoughts continued down that same line of thought. That this was for
the best. That she should be satisfied with things as they were. But the more
she allowed herself to dwell on such things, the sharper she found the pain in
her chest. She needed to accept things, fine, okay, but that didn’t mean she
couldn’t try and distance herself from the heartbreak threatening to shatter
her kind and supportive demeanor. Instead, she looked at her weapons and then
Jaune’s and then knew how she could distract herself.
She would be whatever Jaune needed her to be. That’s what it meant to love
someone else. And if he wanted her to be a trainer, than she would happily give
it her all.
If it were any other time, he might have stopped to ask if anything was wrong,
but she launched her attack before he had the chance. He barely managed to
parry her spear off of his shield before it could be buried in his chest,
stopping time before she had the chance to arm a second attack. Slowing midair,
the tight coil of strength that was the red-haired amazon’s figure was suddenly
suspended in place, leaving Jaune to wipe away a bead of sweat.
She… hadn’t been holding back on that one. And it was almost horrifying to
realize how much she had been over the course of his training. Flickering
forwards fast enough to almost leave an after image, it was only the hours and
hours of being on the receiving end of her blows that had allowed his reflexes
to respond in time. Pulling his arm from his shield, Jaune stared down at his
rattled forearm, flexing and relaxing his fist as he waited for the tingles to
die down.
Feeling returned after a few seconds and he turned a different kind of
attention on his friend. Heart fluttering nervously inside of his chest, he
stepped forward to walk around towards her front. His reward was a vicious
expression of a warrior locked in mid-battle. But as attractive as his
partner’s angular features were, his eyes slowly started downward.
His eyes blinked, and he froze on the spot. Looking up and then down again, he
repeated the nervous gesture a few times before confirming what he’d suddenly
discovered. That Pyrrha’s breast… at least they appeared to be… glowing?
The pink, flushed air of her ample cleavage still poured from the top of her
armor. She’d lunged forward, still careful to keep her shield braced over her
chest. But that had been pushed aside easily enough for better access. From his
position, he could see the womanly mounds carrying a bit of what he recognized
as his aura. A thing that… shouldn’t be possible.
He blinked again, eyes wide as he drank her in. Reaching out, he needed a
better look. But as his hands settled around the hard leather, he was shocked
again to find the ghost-like essence suddenly brighter and reenergized. He
repeated the gesture a few times reaching back and forth between their bodies,
and each instance he was amazed to find the light of his spirit reacting to his
proximity. With a final tug, he reached out to grasp her armor, this time
succeeding in exposing the full shape of the young woman’s breasts. Although,
now with an ethereal quality that made this entire experience even more
strange.
Still pale and blushing, the flesh of Pyrrha’s breast appeared already
saturated in his spirt. In every other instance of his experiments, his aura
had always bled away as soon as he lost physical contact. Although, technically
that wasn’t true was it? His brain quickly returned to his date with Weiss
where he’d discovered the exact same thing…
At the time he’d been understandably preoccupied with other responsibilities,
namely sticking his hand under her skirt. But it had left a nagging question in
the back of his mind.  Or, it would have if he’d done anything but sulk over
the past week. But he remembered now, and even better, he had a chance to
explore this facet of his powers.
A few different ideas came to mind as he looked his partner over. One
especially dangerous. After all, it could just be that Aura lingered longer on
living people than it did inanimate objects. But… what if it was more than
that? What if his mark never went away? What if the more he touched these
girls, the more they got pulled into his protection until they were eventually
aware? And what if touching them once was all they needed, and slowly their
aura was already absorbing his semblance?
Fear started in his belly, and he found himself staring at Pyrrha’s breasts
more than even before. Unfortunately, there was markedly less joy in the
activity than before now that he watched for any sign of spread or activity.
After a minute of staring, he found his attention span slowly drawing to an
end, and he was left to scratch his head wondering if there was a better way to
go about this. In the end, he was left to shrug at the phenomena, taking heart
in the continued stillness of the rest of her body.
Whatever this meant, Pyrrha didn’t look to be on the verge of waking up anytime
soon. Which meant it might be time to move on to the next stage.
He stepped back, leaving her glittering breasts out as he moved to stare at her
skirt. Up until this point, he’d reserved himself to exploring her upper half,
partly from fear of what happened last time he ventured this far and partly
because he wanted to gradually work his partner’s arousal up, lest she notices
his meddling and start to question what was going on. Thankfully, for whatever
reason his partner seemed very distracted today. It was a boon he hadn’t been
expecting, but was happy for nevertheless. But he’d explored the woman’s
breasts as he could, and if he wanted to go further, it was time for him to
really turn things up.
He swallowed against his throat, staring at the burgundy leather combat skirt
wrapped around her upper thighs. One more time he marveled at the length, or
lack thereof, and found himself grateful for the easy access to the space
between her legs. Weiss attire was all fluffs and lace, but Pyrrha couldn’t
have made it more easy. Which is why, when he reached down to urge the material
higher, he couldn’t help but enjoy the exposure as her underwear flashed into
view.
Pyrrha’s mature figure was never more obvious as her hips came into view,
wrapped in a surprising shade of black. The material of her panties appeared
smooth and shined, differing from the usual cotton pair he’d gotten used to
spying on. The dark color played against her pale skin, framing her sculpted
and strong thighs nicely. And where they met, the front of her sex disappeared
beneath the thin strip of cloth. It was a surprisingly mature choice and one he
found himself enjoying more than he should allow.
Her stance was wide for the balance of the impending impact of her lunging a
few feet away. He didn’t even need to touch her knees to open her for his
inspection. Instead, he was free to duck down, admiring the apex of her thighs
and all the secrets that aspect of her person carried. Unbidden, the pressure
inside Jaune’s pants leaped at seeing so much of the beautiful amazon. And he
couldn’t keep the blush from his cheeks from springing to life.
This next part was hard to rationalize. But deep down Jaune knew it was true.
He’d tried being the gentleman. He’d tried being conscious of his friend’s
feelings as he used them for his experiment. But the truth of the matter was,
it could very well be those very same cautious emotions that had led to Weiss
reaction.
He’d just jumped in without even thinking of what he was doing, without even
trying to learn from the experience. A woman’s body was all kind of
complicated, that part especially. And for him to assume that he could just
manipulate it without even understanding what he was touching; it was foolish.
And a mistake he regretted.
Reaching towards the front of her underwear, he knew that he needed to learn
about this part of a woman most of all. But pinching the material between his
fingers and urging it towards the side, he couldn’t help but find all of that
logical reasoning slipping out the window as he became just a young man
suddenly seeing his first living vagina.
His eyes widened, and his heart appeared to triple in speed. Which was good,
considering the rate at which the blood in his body rushed in two very
different directions. Relaxing his fingers, he allowed the panties to slip
free, which immediately froze in place the moment his aura evaporated from its
material.
It was… different than what he’d been expecting. Not, bad different, the
opposite really. But aged diagrams from year old textbooks hardly painted the
same picture as real flesh and blood. He’d gotten a hint of what to expect from
his fingers tracing across Weiss’ clothed slit, but the fact of what he was
seeing trumped even that experience.
This part of her body was just as pale as the rest, unsurprisingly. But against
her white complexion, a line of reddish folds split the otherwise smooth length
of her femininity. Tucked inside, the darker shaded lips appeared neat and
shapely, hanging hardly an inch from her core in a soft line leading all the
way towards her rear. The outer pair pressed out from the juncture of her
thighs in an outer shell of softer flesh. And at the top of it all, peeking out
from under her panties, a maintained thrush of dark red hair peeked out in a
sparse mane of mature fuzz; decorating her lower half and marketing her as the
adult she always seemed.
Jaune didn’t move for several moments, more than content to just remain posed
bellow her to burn the image into his brain. He’d wanted to do this from day
one, but had refrained from obvious moral complications. It should worry him
now that he’d finally given in, and so easily. After all, what did that say
about his own moral compass? But like before, rationalizing reason quickly
simmered to the front of his thoughts, explain away all of the guilt that
should have been there.
He wasn’t hurting anyone. It’s not like she would ever know. And after all,
hadn’t she been the one who promised to help him find a girlfriend? He needed
to learn how to control this part of his powers. And as his friend, she would
want to help him however she could. Even if she might be too embarrassed to
actually accept the methods herself. He was just taking the initiative for her.
And he knew he would pay her back as soon as he had the opportunity. After all,
having a guy that can stop time in back pocket was never a bad thing. But that
would be later. Right now, he needed something from her, and that was to see
what affected her, and how.
He stared at her folds doing his best to make sense of what he was seeing.
There were so many parts, and each one would affect her different. What he
needed to figure out was how, and how much he needed to exert to get there.
Tensing his fingers against his hip, he forced the long, callused digits to
reach out towards the inside of the girl's thighs where he would start to learn
about what it means to arouse a woman the right way.
Three fingers outstretched, Jaune’s awestruck face didn’t know where to start.
Approaching the whole of her lips and sex, when he finally pressed against her
softer aspect, he could only marvel at the sensation reaching his brain.
Suffice to say, she was amazing. Women’s bodies were amazing. And he’d only
just started.
He had to take a deep breath to slow himself down and remember why he was
there. He couldn’t lose himself in the moment. Not like Weiss. Instead, he
forced his attention on a specific part of her incredible body, allowing the
tips of his fingers to trace the delicate, but full mound of her heavy outer
lips guarding the more intricate pair settled between their fluffy shapes.
A few hairs rose to tickle his fingers, creeping down from what he could see of
her lower hair tucked beneath the impossible sexy black pair of panties. The
deeper he explored, however, the less he found, until finally, smooth skin was
all that remained. The surface there was especially soft, almost pillow-like
until finally giving way to the hard bone of her pelvis. And towards her
farthest reaches, he could feel the smooth sensation of skin dip into a
dangerous dimple, and one he knew better than to explore at this moment.
He continued exploring her body, taking advantage of the small limitations he’d
placed on himself. In no time at all, the light around his hands rushed from
his body to meet hers. Almost as though it were eager to join with the girl’s
body and bring it to life. And bring it to life it did, much to Jaune’s
amazement.
There wasn’t anything too spectacular, unfortunately. But it was to be
expected, considering he’d picked the least sensitive part of her organ. But
still, the friction of his fingers and intimate exploration would have to cause
some reaction. Expressed now through a sudden swelling and warmth below the
champion’s belt. Already slightly aroused, her inner lips flooded with renewed
blood forcing a darker shade into their already pink tone. Accompanied by a
slow heat that he was only now starting to enjoy. She had already been so warm.
But now he could almost feel the arousal wafting from her core.
When he had to pull back, he did so regretfully. But it was time to test his
actions. Knowing where the woman would land, he took the time to march several
feet across the field and stop. Perfectly calm, he pulled his sword from his
sheath, preparing to swing as soon as time returned to the world.
Pyrrha blinked as her momentum suddenly… twisted. It was an odd sensation,
almost as though her center of gravity had suddenly shot up by a couple of
inches. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. But she
wasn’t just anybody.
She did her best to adjust, still managing to land on her feet. Unfortunately,
a sudden weakness in her legs made it hard to properly spring forward as she’d
prepared. Eyes widening, a gasp fell from her lips at the… tingling in her
hips. But she wouldn’t be allowed to ponder it for long. Before she could
blink, a sword was swinging for her face. Dodging just in time, she made up for
her lower half by biting the earth with her fingers and pulling herself across
the field in a flourished flip. Red hair trailing behind her sailing form, it
would have been a beautiful sight. But right where she was going to land, Jaune
was suddenly there, sword poised.
Shifting to a rifle, she fired two shots before he was gone again and she was
forced to roll to a new position. Spear back in hand, she swirled to face her
opponent, shield coming to life in the other.
She prepared to accept Jaune’s next blow, shifting her top-heavy balance and
impaired stance as best as she could through a wide gate. But already Jaune had
disappeared back into his own world, watching her now statue like visage with
renewed curiosity.
The air was once again silent as he took a deep breath, already lightly winded
from even that much combat. He didn’t hesitate to stare deep into his partner’s
striking features, taking notice of the slightly anxious expression that had
taken root. She hadn’t noticed it yet, not consciously. But the world-renowned
fighter’s instincts had certainly taken into account the added strain he’d
pilled on to her struggling figure. And he was about to add some more.
Jaune found himself back on his knee’s before the war goddess that was his
partner, cheek laid against her thigh as he gazed back up at the panty-clad
sex. Faster this time, he moved to shift the garment out of the way and her
skirt over her hips.
The fabric bent easily. Jaune’s eyes honed in on the faint glow already
starting to take root around the inviting line of skin and folds that made up
the woman’s most inmate area. He’d started with the least intimate aspect of
her body, but it was time to go deeper.
Swallowing against his throat, Jaune’s still blushing cheeks reddened further
as he moved to press two of his fingers against the redhead’s thinner lips,
which naturally parted around his eager digits. His already wide eyes stretched
even further as soon as he felt the sensation of smooth warmth envelope the
tips of his fingers. Like before, her soft body naturally sank under his touch.
But this time it surrounded him as he touched inside the fluttering crease.
At her core, arousal eagerly waited until a line of honey like clear fluid ran
down towards his knuckles. Without missing a beat, the young man didn’t
hesitate to spread the sticky pleasure across her sex, massaging his hands up
and down her gash until the whole of her lower lips glistened in her own lust.
Once she got started, Jaune was amazed to find her body wouldn’t stop, all too
happy to express all of the pent-up emotion and stress she’d been under ever
since she’d set her eyes on the oblivious blonde. The fact that his fingers
remained pressed against her lips certainly didn’t help matters. But petting
her sensitive inner folds, he couldn’t help but enjoy himself. At some point,
unfortunately, he needed to validate his actions by spying on what effects this
new attention wrought. And something told him he could expect an interesting
show…
Pyrrha once again shifted back into reality, completely unaware of anything but
the battle forcing her live in the moment. Which is exactly what she needed
right now.
Fierce and confident on the outside, inside her mind still rolled with the
boy’s comments that had forced her into action, lest she be consumed by the
soured poison of her own incredulity. “Half as great as you, half as great as
you, half as great as you,” Even as she was forced to roll, dash, and duck
across the battlefield she found the words stealing whatever battle hardened
focus she’d learned over years in the field and tournaments.
Her heart hurt. And what was worse, she couldn’t even be angry. Not at Jaune.
Maybe at herself. Because though she knew better, even though she knew she
couldn’t force the other boy to develop feelings for her, a part of her still
wanted to blame him for being so stupid… and herself for loving him,
regardless.
He already held her heart in the palm of his hand. It wasn’t his fault; he
hadn’t asked for it. But it was still his, nevertheless. She needed to remember
that it wasn’t fair for her to force her feelings on him. That it wasn’t his
fault that she felt the way she did. She forced herself to remain logical,
talking her way through the pain radiating through her chest. But love,
romantic love especially, was not logical. And conflict naturally arose.
Her attacks increased in ferocity, the anger and frustration she tried so hard
to keep at bay seeping through the seams of her consciousness as she threw
herself into battle. It was her only escape, the only place that she felt truly
in control of her life; and she hated that. Usually. Not today though. Today,
she took comfort in the familiar burn in her limbs as she was forced against
her limits.
She just wanted to forget about everything. She just wanted the pain to go
away. But unbeknownst to her, as she struggled to block everything out, her
body was beginning to come alive with a new emotion and sensations that would
push her frustrations past her usual limits.
She was oblivious to it all, almost as though she couldn’t recognize the
pressure of arousal swelling inside her womanly shapes. Her sensitive nipples
stood out harder than ever against the firm fabric of her corset’s cloth
interior. And the tingling in her hips had spread down to her thighs making her
movements even more sluggish. If she were in her right might, she would be
horrified to find her body in such a state, especially in front of Jaune. But
she wasn’t, and even as the cool breeze blew against the wet interior of her
thighs, the information stored in the back of her mind.
“Attack, roll, defend,” became her mantra.  The unexpected strength of Jaune’s
semblance allowing her to truly need to fight at her best. But for the first
time in her life, even that wasn’t enough. Despite her own ample strengths, she
was up against an opponent that could attack from any angle, at any time, and
would never tire. Against her own stressed body, the added tax of Jaune’s
interruptions quickly burned through her stamina until her pale skin erupted
into a steaming, full body blush of exertion. Against the pink and red rising
sun, sparkling drops of sweat coated her entire body. Jaune drank all of this
in between his jumps, eyeing the impressive shelf of cleavage still budging out
from her top. Except now he could see each mound glittering with the strain of
the girl’s efforts.
It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but part of him took pleasure
from seeing such a rare sight. After all, how many could really claim that
they’d push the invincible girl this far? Encouraged by his own hormones, as
Pyrrha crouched low to charge him before he could teleport, he figured it was
time to push his experimenting even further.
Frozen in a half squat, her open knees and thighs couldn’t have been better
framed for his invasion. He allowed himself a moment to breathe, causally
whipping the small amount of sweat from his own forehead as he regained his
strength. At the same time, he sauntered over to where Pyrrha waited,
excitement encouraging the nervous smile that had stayed on his lips throughout
the morning. Except for this time, when he moved to shift her clothing, he
found an annoyed tick steal from the moment.
He stared at the girl’s panties feeling only slightly exasperated. While he did
his best to refrain from doing more than she could handle, he couldn’t help but
take a moment to continue what he’d started throughout the battle, throwing
twig after twig into the steadily growing inferno of pleasure that was his
partner’s arousal.
Suffice to say, working around her underwear was starting to get a little old,
prompting a decision that Jaune should have known better to ignore. Soon, he
was reaching under her skirt to pull down the offending garment, working the
pair of delicate lace and thin material over her thighs and boots until her
lower lips were completely bared to the forest air. He’d need to put them back
before they broke for showers and class, but now at least he could jump in and
out without worrying about adjusting too many pieces of clothes.
His fingers started at her knees, gliding up the pale pillars of soft skin and
taut muscle, collecting the drops of sweat and arousal that clung to her
blushing flesh. His fingers were already slick with aromatic honey before he
even touched the soft bulb of her mound, now afire with heat that poured out
from between her legs in strong waves. Her blood was on fire, stoked by his
ministrations. And her sex was now a mess of her own lust.
He touched her most delicate of places with renewed familiarity, petting
through her soft folds and downy hair. This time, however, rather than placate
himself with running the tips of his digits through her delicate petals, he
found his hand seeking out the part of her he’d done his best to avoid,
searching until his middle finger fell into a warm, wet dimple leading towards
the very core of her being.
If Pyrrha were capable of any type of solace in her current state, she might be
able to take it from the all-consuming blush stealing his usually pale
complexion. Wide-eyed, a different kind of sweat poured down his neck and
forehead, not from exhaustion or physical strain, but by the sheer excitement
that roared through his being. Whatever small remained shreds of guilt or
reservations that held him back till this point finally melted away as soon as
his finger pushed up, plunging the sensitive skin of his finger into a vice of
hot, wet, and smooth sensations.
Thrust into the thrill of combat; the human body naturally bared down in many
locations that few would expect. Pyrrha was no different, her lower body
especially as she prepared to leap forward, built muscles coiled tight to snap
forward. Jaune was experiencing a particularly unique sensation against his
invading finger, forcing it to shove deeper into her body despite the near
vice-like grip doing its best to deny him entrance. But whereas the rest of her
body could be made from iron and steel, this one part of her remained soft and
feminine, giving into the strength of her partner as her body was meant to do.
Jaune didn’t mind in the slightest, mostly impart to not knowing any other kind
of reference to look back on. To him, every girl was actually this tight. A
fact that both thrilled, and intimidated him as he was forced to consider the
same pressure around his member. Inside his pants, he could still feel himself
being affected by the moment, straining against the front of his pants no
matter how much he tried to distance himself from the sexual aspect of what was
happening. Research he might call it, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to try and
say that there was no other incentive involved in working his finger’s against
his partners smooth inner walls. And in the silence of his world, the wet
suction of skin and arousal seemed to shout into the void, all the while
Pyrrha’s body greedily accepted his attention for the outlet that it was.
It wasn’t like Pyrrha was sexually frustrated or anything. Well, at least not
too much. Living in the same dorm as her crush certainly exasperated hormones
that many their age were forced to deal with. But there was a small
understanding that appeared to be established throughout the woman’s showers.
They were lucky enough to have separate stalls with a curtain that allowed a
modicum of privacy. And while it should be, and was, very easy to make the
telltale sounds of young woman “cleaning” herself vigorously, none even
mentioned the gasps and dazed, blushing expression that followed as they were
eventually forced to exit. After all, they were all human. and most found this
arrangement preferable to coming back to their dorms to find their partners or
teammates trying sneak out a quick one.  
Unfortunately, being the private person that she was, Pyrrha had yet to take
advantage of her classmate’s and senior’s customs, creating a building pressure
that she hadn’t even noticed. But her body had. And Jaune’s attention was the
first it had received in a good few months. And as such, it was more than happy
to respond, swelling her lips and turning her crotch into a leaking mess of
wet, sticky arousal.
Jaune watched the substance as it appeared to almost pour down his wrist. His
motions were slow as he pushed and pulled his fingers from her hole. This was
still his friend, after all. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt
like Weiss. But as far as he could tell, she’d only been enjoying what he’d
done to her. And her body appeared to agree. Whatever had happened with his
snow angel, now at least he felt confident that he would be able to use his
powers on his next potential girlfriend without this past weeks fear. Whoever
he decided that could be…
Jaune remained keeling in front of his partner while he tested the smooth
sensation of her innermost places for some time, buried knuckle deep as his
finger flexed and curled. If his only way to judge her initial reaction was her
own arousal, then he felt confident in his abilities, watching the sleeve of
his jacket grow darker with the musky smell. That being said, there was only so
much he could learn without actually seeing her response. Which meant it was
time to get back into the battle.
Like so many time before, the world shifted back into focus without Pyrrha’s
notice who remained standing, poised to strike even as newfound juices rolled
down her thighs. Catching up with her sex, the rest of her body exploded into
action as soon as it recognized the changes that hadn’t been there a moment
before. In a matter of seconds, sensations compounded with a fresh wave of
heated blood flooding her nether regions, finally forcing the young woman to
her knees as the quivering appendage gave out under her own weight.
For Pyrrha, all she could do was gasp. Her eyes were wide against the stinging
haze of sweat dripping down her forehead and into the dark green orbs. Her
lower half had become completely numb, despite the tingle still going unnoticed
as it danced along her spine. In truth, she’d just orgasmed without even
knowing what had happened, pleasure and arousal as far from her conscious mind
as possible as her insides clenched against themselves, searching for the thick
fingers that had just been exploring their depths. Unfortunately, rather than
satisfying and a cure for her frustrations, the sudden release only heightened
the young woman’s awareness of what was lacking.
The pleasure was hollow without someone else to help her over the edge. Her
round rump sat against the cool grass and all she could do was sit there and
gasp, trying and failing to catch her breath in the few moments she was allowed
exist without the stress of Jaune’s attack.
“What… what was she even doing here?” The rational side of her dazed thoughts
considered. Helping the boy who had just broken her heart, to the point that
she’s become little more than a mindless beast throwing herself into each
desperate attack? If she were sane, she would have called their “spar” to stop
long before she’d become so exhausted. If she’d taken even a moment to examine
the state of her own body, she would see that something was clearly wrong with
this entire situation. But she wasn’t in the right state of mind, not by a long
shot. No, she was in love.
A swing nearly took her head off as she rolled to her feet, still unsteady as
her knees buckled and shoulders slumped. There was none of the grace of her
usual battles. None of the impossible strength that was usually enough to force
her opponents into submission long before her spear ever entered the picture.
Right now, she was just focusing on winning, on the one part of her life that
no one could take away. The battlefield belonged to her. The taste of victory
belonged to her, and no one would ever take that from her. She was god damned
Pyrrha Nikos. And Jaune or no Jaune, she was a champion.
Jaune continued teleporting throughout her attacks, always staring at her with
this… expression. It was strange on his face, almost analytical, and it only
served to continue to push the girl he was against even further past her usual
limits, turning the once polite and socially awkward girl into a warrior set
out to defeat her prey. Anger had finally been allowed to take root in her
heart. And once set free, the emotion burned through her body with a heat equal
to the itching pleasure that still demanded satisfaction.
“Half as good as you.” She swung her spear. “Half as good as you.” She threw
her shield, pulling it back with her semblance just in time to defect his sword
and throw her shoulder into his chest. “Half as good as you,” the words still
played through her mind, now mocking as she let her true feelings explode from
her chest.
It was all most too much to bear. He couldn’t be that stupid, could he? She
couldn’t be that bad at communication, could she? But with the exception of
outright grabbing him by the collar and forcing her lips on his, she didn’t
know how she could have possibly been clearer. It was infuriatingly frustrating
beyond belief.
It hurt her heart, but there wasn’t anything she could do about his lack of
feelings. The fact of what they were doing now only cemented that fact. To him,
she was a warrior. To him, she was a teacher. Not a woman, not someone to be
desired. Each swing of the sword reminded her of this fact.
Rather than hold his hand, she grappled for his sword. Rather than kiss his
stupid, lovable face, she tried to punch it, only to miss and roll away from
another attack. And rather than hold him and feel her body mold against his
surprisingly masculine figure, she found herself pressed against the grass and
dirt. Her frustration, sexual and otherwise, began to consume her focus, to the
point that she even forgot that she’d was supposed to keep track of her
unleashed breasts. 
Under the emotional toll of Jaune’s thoughtless words, she’d kept half a mind
to make sure her chest kept from spilling from her armor. At the pace Jaune was
now able to fight it hadn’t been as much as she might have liked, needing both
hands just to fend him off. But she’d still been doing her best to keep from
jumping too much. Taking care to pull the leather and metal corset higher if
the cool breeze started to blow a little too close to her tight nubs and
keeping her shield braced over her vital area as much as possible. But as her
breath started to strain and sweat started gliding across her exposed flesh,
her mind slowly began to forget about the need for modesty, much more focused
on dodging and agonizing over her own love life. And as a result, the heavy
mounds of womanly flesh began to shake freely in the tight bowl of her
clothing, keeping their weight close to her chest while wobbling with soft
textures.
Every motion appeared to be their last, each roll her undoing, as she appeared
a hairs breath away from exposing her upper half for all the forest to see. It
was only after she was thrown onto her back, and the rolling mounds literally
fell into view that she remembered the need for modesty, only for her to ignore
it completely. Instead, she shifted to her feet, eyes dangerous as she took her
pose and threw herself back into the fight.
Who cared anymore if he saw her body? It wasn’t like he cared in the first
place. Maybe it would be good for him, in fact. Maybe she actually needed to
pull down her armor and flash the shining knight her swollen, heady chest for
him to finally understand that she could stand by him as well as any other
woman in the world. Finally, she found herself hoping that he would look,
daring him to, even, in the quiet of her own mind as the battle began to reach
its end.
“Look at me!” Her thoughts cried as the spear tip neared the line of his jaw,
missing only by a hairs breath as he appeared not even a few feet being her.
But she was already moving to slap him with the blunt edge of her shield,
anticipating the move even before she’d committed to the first attack. “Look at
me!” she repeated, missing again but by an even shorter margin. This pattern
would continue throughout the match, and in fact had been. Because, as
impossibly broken as Jaune’s semblance was, and as addled as her own thoughts
had become, Jaune was still an amateur who didn’t know better than to fall into
a recognizable pattern. And Pyrrha was still Pyrrha. And Pyrrha didn’t lose.
With each attack, her spear was just a bit closer. With each miss, she found
her instincts driving her even faster. Despite her exhaustion and despite
torment rolling through her emotions, she was a honed weapon made for the
battlefield. Because that’s what Jaune forced her to be.
For his part, the blond found himself shocked at how the battle had suddenly
turned. Stopping time and adjusting his position, he found himself growing more
and more weary to release his semblance. Every time he dared, suddenly he had a
spear aimed for his face or a shield in his gut. Even backing away didn’t help,
not when he could feel the wind from Pyrrha’s rifle whiz past his cheek. He
never thought he’d find close quarters to be a safer bet faced against his
partner, but distance left him utterly defenseless forcing him to push in. It
wasn’t until he was close enough to see her eyes that he started to consider,
maybe he’d pushed her too far.
He had no idea about the emotional pain he’d caused her with his words. Which,
on their own, were still a thousand times more impactful than anything he could
have done with his hands. Which left him shocked at the intensity burning in
her gaze as she took him in. There was no denying that their spar had taken a
turn at some point he hadn’t been aware of. But now, it was he who was getting
pushed to his edge without time to think. While Pyrrha’s thoughts appeared to
roll at a mile a minute, everything that she’d been too afraid to feel or
consider spewed forth in the form of a maddening battle haze. Until suddenly,
finally, for the first time since their spar had started, she felt her body
connect with something solid, forcing them both into the cool grass below.
The attack had come from nowhere. Jaune had been doing his best to end the
fight as quickly as he could, aiming for her knees. Before he had the chance to
send her to the ground, he found her desperate lunges finally landing, nearly
knocking the wind out of him as her shoulder charged into his chest. He was
literally knocked off of his feet and sent flying back. Slamming onto the
ground, he felt the air get forced from his lungs as a second weight settled
against his midsection just a second later. But when he opened his eyes, he
stared at a gasping Pyrrha Nikos kneeling proudly over his strewn form.
Triumph coursed through her veins. The attack had stolen the last of her
strength and left her unable to keep from falling after him as she landed on
top. Petty as it might be in the end, the small satisfaction of finally
catching Jaune filled her with enough joy and accomplishment that it appeared
to radiate through her wide grin even as she struggled to regain the breath her
lungs desperately craved. As dirty and stressed and exhausted as she appeared,
she made an incredible picture, thighs splayed on either side of his hips while
her lungs explained with each breath pressing her already spilling mounds out
and up. All while her flushed, sweaty expression grinned from above.
Jaune actually couldn’t look away. Eyes wide as he stared up at her, he visibly
traced the shape of her body taking in everything that he’d forced to the
surface. Nervous for only a moment, now that the fight was over he could see
that was far from in pain. If the bright blush covering her body had anything
to say about it.
Reveling in the moment, her vision finally cleared enough for her eyes to meet
Jaune’s blue pair. And suddenly, she began to take notice of everything she’d
been blocking until this point.
The pain in her overly stressed muscles. The smell of her own sweat cooking
inside of her armor. The fact that she was nearly topless and sitting on top of
the boy she loved. But most of all, she could feel the arousal Jaune had forced
into her body, nearly stealing her breath a second time as she marveled at the
pulsing heat weeping from her core and down her thighs. In a sudden moment of
horror, her mind was clear enough that she immediately wanted to try and move
and cover her shame. But the expression on Jaune’s awed face stopped her, and
her hazy thoughts returned, though different in tone.
He… he was looking at her? Pyrrha stared down at him from his lap, knowing she
should cover her breasts, but couldn’t move her arms to do so. He was looking
at her, finally looking at her. And rather than pull away or try to hide, she
found her broad shoulders and muscled back arching for him to get a better
view. And suddenly, her own pleasure flooded through the hypersensitive nerves
throughout her body.
“Look at me.” The thoughts of her crazed mind echoed, now so alien it felt as
though they’d been imagined by an entirely different person. “Not his fault.
Half as good as you. What do I need to do to get through to him?” Sitting
there, everything that had happened through their fight appeared to play
through her mind, forcing a conflicted expression to play across her face even
as she enjoyed the sight of her partner so obviously enraptured with herself.
And then more words came to the surface of her lust-addled mind, twisting her
reasoning with the drug-like pleasure and satisfaction playing against her
moral.  “Grab him by the collar and force my lips on his.” And just like that,
her eyes drifted just a few inches lower.
“Look at me.” He was. “What do I need to do to get through to him?” She had an
idea. The only problem was, did she have the courage to actually go through
with it? Thankfully, unlike every other time in her life that she was faced
with such a question, she had the advantage of being so aroused and stressed
that she just didn’t care anymore. Without a word, without a hint of warning,
the hand that had been clutching her shield so tightly moments ago relaxed,
only to wind its way toward the hard metal of Jaune’s meager breastplate.
Before he could so much as blink, the face he’d been admiring was suddenly
thrust in front of his as her lips desperately sought his own.
Let’s see what he made of this…
How many times had Pyrrha imagined her and Jaune’s first kiss? Probably too
many for her to ever admit. But not one of them could have ever played out as
impossible as this.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic. There were no candlelit dinners or picnics
at the park. He didn’t start by holding her hand and gazing intimately into her
eyes. Instead, she’d been forced to pin him under her weight and literally hold
him down as her lips moved against his. And yet, feeling her heart throb
between her legs and tasting the slightly chapped texture of Jaune’s lips
against her own, Pyrrha couldn’t think she was ever more satisfied.
Meanwhile, Jaune found himself too stunned to respond. Pyrrha took her pleasure
from him, still gasping past their lips as she sucked against his face. Her
motions were rushed and hungry, almost harsh as she pulled him by the chest. As
though someone else was controlling his actions, he felt his lips start to kiss
back. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until he was struggling to
catch up with the more experienced girl. Just like in their sparring he could
only ever hope to match her. Thankfully, Pyrrha was more than happy to play the
teacher this time around.
If anything, his slow participation only increased her fever. Without her
knowledge, her body began to act on the pleasure still burning throughout her
veins. Laid over his body, she began to rub herself against his firm figure,
her breasts and crotch especially. Apple finally in hand, the polite, courteous
girl she’d been was forgotten, and was replaced by this beast only out to
satisfy her own desired.
She was tired of being nice. She was tired of always thinking about other
people’s feelings. For once in her life, she just wanted to consider what she
wanted. To say, “Too bad!” if anyone else had a problem with her. That anyone
just happened to be Jaune in this case, though he didn’t seem to be putting up
much of a fight. The freedom of throwing her reservations away only encouraged
her thoughtless actions. And soon the girl could be seen running down the path
of reckless fulfilment.
Her lack of underwear only made matters worse. There was nothing between her
enflamed sex and the now obvious tent standing out against the front of Jaune’s
pants. He hadn’t noticed the steady rocking of her moist heat against his tip
yet, still amazed by this impossible outcome. His partner was actually kissing
him. His first kiss at that. And to think it could be with a girl as beautiful
as this… Whatever mind of plots and plans he might have had were forgotten,
replaced by the simple excitement of a teenage boy locking lips with a
beautiful girl. If only she could be so easily satisfied.
She was on fire. Every part of her burned and Jaune’s touch only fanned those
flames. It was infuriating, chipping away at her sanity until it felt like
there was nothing left. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before.
Touching her crush should help relieve the pressure in her loins. And yet the
closer she forced herself against his body the more she ached, almost as though
she could feel his fingers and hands on her body all at once. God, she could
almost swear she could feel him inside of her! It didn’t make sense, it should
be impossible, but all it did was make her want even more than what she had as
she tilted her face to suck against his lips. Unfortunately, they were already
as close as they could be without breaking a rib. Or, were they?
“Push him down, pull down his pants, and make him forget that any other girl
ever existed!” This time it was Nora’s voice that shouted from the white noise
of Pyrrha’s mind. Her words from the day before shot through her at the worst
time, resonating through her body as another shiver wracked her frame. At the
time she’d balked at the crass words. But here, now, she couldn’t help but
notice she’d already completed one-third of her friend’s advice… and how easy
it would be do the rest.
“No, no,” the small part of her that was still in control of her actions tried
to say. That was insane! Everything about today was insane. But then she
remembered how good it felt finally seeing him see her. And how that had
finally come about. He was an idiot. Her idiot. And unless she showed him how
much she loved him he would never understand. It was the only way. She had to
do it. Or, at least that’s what she told herself as the hand that gripped at
his front slowly began to make its way between their bodies.
For Jaune’s part, his mind was slowly starting to come back. Enough that he
could manage a clear thought. And enough to recognize what was happening on top
of him. Or, at least he thought he did until he felt a hand close around the
bulge of his pants and the zipper start to unravel. At first, he thought, “Hey,
maybe I’m was just that hard. Maybe I was literally bursting out of my pants.”
Considering his position, it didn’t seem so impossible. But then that same
pressure against his cock reached inside his pants, all the way through his
boxers until the sensation of fingers wrapped around his rigid flesh, pulling
it into the cool morning breeze.
Jaune’s eyes widened, his vision suddenly filled with the close-up picture of
Pyrrha’s clenched blushing expression as she fished him out of his own pants. A
cramped fit, she’d needed to lift her hips off of him for a second, the round
shape of her backside swaying slightly as she maintained their lip locked
connection. It was all she could to keep from fainting, knowing what was in her
hand. But her need kept her strong, it became the only thing that mattered
besides showing Jaune her feelings. After all, that’s what this entire day was
supposed to be about. It just turned out that it needed to happen in a
different way. And afterwards, Jaune could finally relax in knowing he wouldn’t
need to find a girl half as good as her when he could have all of her. Every
last bit.
Anticipation literally rolled down her thighs as she aimed herself above the
thick spire of throbbing flesh and heat. Spreading her thighs even wider, the
material of her skirt slabbed even further up her body until her pale, blushing
ass flashed the entire forest. Her lack of underwear didn’t even register as
something to worry about. The fact of the moment, knowing what was about to
happen, it sent her heart thumping inside of her chest. Next time they would
take things slow. Next time they could take their time and explore each other’s
bodies how she usually enjoyed. But now, she needed to feel him inside of her
and sate this itching hunger.
Her hips lowered, and her lips kissed his crown in a sinful embrace. Even this
much encourage a burst of pleasure to arch up Pyrrha’s spine, satisfying a
sliver of the desire she was still struggling to understand. Already impossibly
aroused, she was wet enough that his length was covered in seconds which only
left her to slowly and steadily allow more and more of her weight to settle
against his tip.
The sensation of Jaune entering her body was very much the same as air filling
her lungs after a deep dive. So simple and natural, and yet satisfying in a way
that screamed towards the more animalistic half inside of every person. And
just when she felt like there was no more room, that she would burst if she
even dared, she managed to find just a little bit more. Until finally, there
was no more left to fill her aching body and she was allowed to sigh, feeling
the round muscle of her backside rest against his clenched thighs.
She gasped, choking on the air for a moment before the noise turned into a
moan. Eyes clenched up until this point, when they opened the dark green orbs
seemed to stare miles away, possibly towards the very future that enticed her
so. It wasn’t like this was her first time. It was her second, kind of. Her
first time, if it could even be called that, had been a horrible, painful
affair that left her sore and slighted in the days to come. But remembering how
much the last time had hurt, she could only marvel at how different the
experiences were. Almost as though, the pleasure she was feeling now was proof
her and Jaune’s compatibility.
They were connected now; even he couldn’t deny that. But she needed to feel
more of it. Looking down, she forced her eyes to stare into his before lifting
her hips to start feeding his length into her smooth innards again and again.
She started at a run, lust, and pleasure stealing what was left of her senses
as she rode him with all of her strength. By this point the top of her armor
had slipped down her hips to expose the full shape of her breast, giving Jaune
his first naked view outside of his time warping abilities. Each time her body
slapped down on top of his, the large shapes rippled with the weight of their
size. Their pink tips wobbling and bouncing in a dizzying display. Jaune found
himself unable to do anything but lay there and marvel at what was happening,
what he was seeing. It was so much. Too much. Which is why, when he felt the
pressure in his loins rise, there was nothing he could do to quench the
euphoric sensation.
To Jaune’s credit, this was his first time. Nor had he been prepared to find
his partner suddenly mount him and steal his virginity before he even had a
chance to think about what he wanted from this situation. Although, considering
the part he had to play in Pyrrha’s actions, he couldn’t exactly be upset with
her ravenous appetite. That being said, he’d nearly blown his load just feeling
her nether lips settle against his top, and a thousand times more along his
path to fully penetrating her core. Now that she was actively fucking him, the
pleasure and sensation proved to be too much for him to handle.
The first blast flew from him with what felt like enough to kick to rival
Crescent Rose, leaving him breathless as he painted the inside of his partner’s
body. The second wasn’t far behind, but this time he couldn’t help but thrust
up into Pyrrha’s bouncing figure, his first active participation in what was
going on since she’d tackled him to the floor. At the same time, his hands
reached up to grab her thighs and hips, smooth skin meeting his touch as he
forced her against him. Like this, he would continue to feel burst after burst
leave him to collect in the redhead’s most private of places.
For Pyrrha’s part, it was as though molten metal had spilled into her stomach,
leaving her expression wide and breath still. This is what she’d been craving;
this is what her body had wanted so desperately that even reason had failed to
reach her. Feeling her partner’s seed infect her body, all she could do was
gasp, marveling as her own release quickly followed.
There was so much to fill her. Weeks of sexual tension and playing with other
girl’s without any kind of release for himself had left his balls rolling with
access specimen. By the time he finished, copious amounts streamed down the
girl’s thighs and along Jaune’s stomach, mixing and joining with Pyrrha’s own
juices. Finally, the two were allowed to come down from the stress and arousal
that had pushed them this far. But with that freedom came awareness. And with
that awareness, regret…
The world appeared to spin as Pyrrha regained her senses, a dumb, satisfied
smile playing against her face as she could feel her the muscles flutter along
her core around Jaune’s girth, quaking in post-orgasmic relief. Accompanied by
the pleasant hum that resonated through her joints and limbs erasing the pain
of battle. If there was a heaven, this sense of peace and harmony was as close
as humanity was ever going to get. However, slowly the pleasant sensation
dimmed to a lesser degree. And she remembered this was actually not normal, and
not something she was used to experiencing. Which is why, when she opened her
eyes and saw the boy still trapped beneath her naked backside, a slow
expression of horror started to replace the ditzy smile as she realized what
she’d done. Until the hands that been clutching Jaune’s stomach rose to her
face, cupping her stretched mouth.
What… had she done? Oh god. Oh goodness, what had she done? The question played
against her thoughts again and again while she stared, mute at the picture of
Jaune’s still dazed expression. Her eyes trailed down to his bare stomach where
the proof of their coupling still pooled from her body, and then lower still to
where she could see the base of his erection disappear into her body. And
finally, her own breasts, out in the open and swollen with arousal, the tips of
each mound standing out and proud in the cool morning air. Suddenly, the
sensation of his cock inside of her felt markedly less soothing than it just
had.
Her eyes continued to dance around the scene, always returning to Jaune’s awed
expression before flickering towards some other sign of what they’d done. No,
she. What she had done. Jaune had no idea what was happening. Not until she was
already attacking him and tearing at his clothes like some deranged beast. He
was going to be disgusted with her. And that was if he didn’t outright hate her
for what she’d done.
That expression, that emotion on his face and aimed in her direction, she
couldn’t bear to live through such an event no matter how much she might
deserve it. She needed to apologize. She needed to find some way to explain how
she… how she had… what? What on earth had happened to her? Unfortunately,
before she could follow that line of thought any longer, she felt the thick
length of manroot inside of her throb and Jaune’s legs tense as he started to
come back from his own bliss. In that moment, ice raced through Pyrrha’s veins,
and she knew what she needed to do.
“I… I’m sorry,” she managed. Her voice almost in tears as she pulled herself
off of Jaune’s cock, only to allow a wave of their combined fluids to dribble
free. Pulling her skirt back over her hips and covering her breasts with her
arm, she continued to shake her head, trying and failing to find the words to
convey the confliction rolling through her heart. “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry.”
She finally repeated, before collecting the last of her things and running into
the forest and away from the scene of the crime. Back at Beacon, she could
finally think and make sense of everything. Until then…
Jaune, completely unaware of his partner’s turmoil, simply continued to lie
there on the grass, cock out and the dumbest of smiles slowly making its way
across his face. The only reason he noticed his partner’s abrupt disappearance
was the suddenly cool breeze against his softening member. A stark contrast to
the soft, wet, warmth he’d just learned. But when he finally lifted his head
and thought to find out how Pyrrha was handling everything, he just barely
managed to catch the sight of her long red ponytail disappearing into the
brush.
Left by himself, the young man was still coming to terms with how things had
ended in his own way. Although Pyrrha would be surprised to hear anger was not
the emotion that first came to mind. Maybe a small amount of guilt, but even
that was overshadowed by the pure momentous excitement that rolled through him
knowing he’d just had sex.
His worry over his partner wouldn’t hit until later. Until after he thought to
ask how she was doing. Until after he stopped to consider what this could mean
about their relationship. And until after he came back to find her distant and
almost afraid of his very face. Until then, he was happy just to stay right
where he was, satisfied that he’d found the way to use his power. And knowing
that the next time was just around the corner.
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A/N: okay everyone, if you could take the time to leave a review or comment I’m
always happy to hear from you guys. I know this change might be hard for some
people and I’m a little nervous about it too so let me know what you think.
Next chapter – Kid in a Candy store – February: Jaune finds himself revitalized
and eager to find his lucky lady after Pyrrha’s help. With the power and
confidence to use it, he’s now left with the struggle of deciding who he wants
to set his eyes on. Meanwhile, the number of women left in his wake continue
grow and people are starting to take notice. Misunderstandings can only last so
long. But until then, this blond haired young man will take his time choosing,
deciding to peruse his options inside the woman’s locker room. Look forward to
it.
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