Hey, guys. Welcome to the newest series of my RWBY fanfiction, The House of Jaune's. In this series, the girls of RWBY have a special gift that they will love to use towards their Jaune (and possibly themselves if Jaune is unavailable or too tired out from their extensive love toward the blonde).
The premise is Jaune is the landlord of a boarding house called Molly House. Don't know why I have chosen the name, but it felt suitable for this occasion. Each of the girls loves him and will do anything for him (either by choice or not). As a warning, the contents of this series are risque and not suitable for everyone.
If anyone has issues regarding the content that features, but not limited to, futanari (futa on male, male on futa, futa on futa), shipping (Arkos (or not), Lancaster (or not)), then I completely understand. That is why it's called fanfiction and there are plenty, I mean plenty of stories out there that can appeal to you and whet your appetite. To my fans who are ongoing supporters, thank you so much. I really appreciate the support of being a writer over the last two years. I pray that I get better at this and hopefully one day, a story can actually become something.
So, without further ado, welcome to The House of Jaune's.
On the day of Jaune's eighteenth birthday, he received two gifts from his mother: a kiss on the cheek and an eviction notice.
My dearest Jaune, this is a joyous day and a joyous occasion for you, my son, are finally becoming a man. As much as I love you and want the best for you, but I think it is time that you spread your wings and to search for a nest of your own.
Jaune didn't even have time to process as his stuff was already packed by his loving sisters. At least the clan was nice enough to make him a birthday breakfast. All of his blonde sisters didn't like the decision that their mother made, but they thought it was for the best.
They wanted their only brother to spread their wings.
They hugged and kissed their brother, waving their handkerchiefs as they bid farewell to him. Jaune sighed as he faced the world head-on.
He just wished that they would have given him time to change out of his pajamas.
"They didn't even give you time to change out of your pajamas?" The response was met with laughter from those around him. Jaune was sitting at his favorite pub in his village, The Stubbed Toe. His best friend, Lie Ren, was the owner of the establishment. As the brunette was wiping the glasses, he consoled his friend as he gave him a glass of beer.
"Thanks," said Jaune as he ingested his first drink of adulthood. He finished it in one swallow, without wasting a single drop. He turned over the glass, grabbing a handful of peanuts in the process.
Lie Ren chuckled. "I had a feeling this day would come." He said as he took Jaune's glass and poured him another. "I couldn't forget the day when my parents evicted me."
"Your parents didn't evict you. They were killed," said Jaune, raising his eyebrow.
"Yes, true. But those fuckers who killed my parents could have warned me," said Lie Ren while shaking his head. "Misbegotten and alone. Like an urban family in Trump America."
Jaune wanted to say something but decided against it for politics wasn't his strong suit. He thanked Lie Ren as he took another glass. "Now, I have to look for a job." He took a breath before laying his head on the table. "And a place to stay."
"I wish I can offer a place to stay, but," said Lie Ren as his mouth wavered away into another direction. Jaune nodded as he knew a certain redhead wouldn't allow him access to stay with them.
"Is Nora still upset about what happened?"
"I think upset isn't the best choice of words."
He tapped the table. "Lie Ren, is she still upset about the comment I made about France and Japan."
"Oh no," said Lie Ren while wavering his hands. "She is completely over that. Though, I must agree with you on their riding on each other's dick."
"Thank you! I have no disagreements with either party, but quit riding each other like a rodeo show."
The pair snickered for a moment before returning to their composure. Lie Ren wiped another glass. "Anyway. Nora is upset because you won't allow her to sleep with you."
"Why? I mean, that's your girl!"
"Yeah, girl." Lie Ren turned beet red before wiping another glass. "I can get in contact with a few people if you want me to."
"I don't want to trouble you," said Jaune. Jaune had enough money to get him a hotel for the rest of the week. His objective was to look at the classifieds for a job. He had thoughts of leaving for the city, but with only a high school education, he had his doubts.
"Did you say you were looking for work?" Jaune turned to the source of the voice. He saw a gray-haired gentleman with a cane standing next to him.
"I beg your pardon, sir," asked Jaune with curiosity.
The elder gentleman sat beside Jaune at the bar. He looked at Lie Ren. "Two orders of beer, please."
"Which type, sir," asked Lie Ren.
"German, imported."
"Right away."
"Name's Ozpin," said the gentleman as he extended his hand.
"Jaune. Jaune Arc," replied Jaune as he returned Ozpin's handshake.
"I couldn't help but to listen to you guys over there and I see that you are in a little of a rut," said Ozpin as he reached for a cigarette. "Care for a smoke?"
"No, thank you," replied Jaune.
"Suit yourself," said Ozpin as he inhaled. "Trust me. Won't kill you any faster than my damn ex-wife." He whistled. "Damn good woman. Love her though. Goodwitch bitch." The latter he murmured before smoking again. "Anyway. Let's say I have an opportunity for you to make some cash." He winked as he leaned on his shoulder.
Jaune was taken aback. "What the hell?! Sir, in no way, shape, or form, am I a rent boy."
Ozpin raised his eyebrow. "No! What do you take me for? I mean, unless."
"You sound like a fiend."
"Just fiending for a little friendship." Ozpin was tickled as he backed away from Jaune. "I like you already, lad. I was peering closer because I didn't want the others to hear what I am going to say."
Jaune took a breath as he peered close to the elder gentleman.
"There is a boarding house in a neighboring village that needs a landlord."
"A landlord?"
Ozpin nodded as he took a smoke. Lie Ren returned with their beers. Ozpin nodded with thanks before taking a sip. "Yeah. Somebody to watch over and do some simple tasks. Not a high-risk job."
Jaune took a swallow of his beer. "I don't have many qualities of knowing how to run things. Just a farmer boy."
"That's even better! If you can till seeds, you can do this. Trust me, this isn't anything. It isn't like paying child support for the damn son-of-a-bitch called ex-wife." He sighed. "Damn, I love that girl." He took a drink. "The boarding house is a bit different because it's a girls-only boarding house."
In that moment, Jaune heard girl registering in his brain. His eyes widened like saucers. "Girls? A boarding house with only girls?"
"Hmm, hmm," answered Ozpin.
"Why me? Why not someone else?"
Ozpin tapped the cigarette. "I have a good feeling about you, boy. And I am very good with gut feelings. With the exception when I was at the altar, nevermind."
Lie Ren put a plate of peanuts at the center. He smiled at Jaune. "Looks like opportunity is knocking, my friend. I think you should take it."
Ozpin smiled. "I agree."
"What benefits can I get out of this."
"Well, a place to stay for starters. I can start you with $800 a week. It's not much, but you are living there rent-free. Take care of tenants, collect rents, and some small task. Aside from that, that's really it."
Jaune felt his stomach churning, but was still very excited about the opportunity. "This is too good to be true."
"Funny thing about fate," said Ozpin. "Can't say the same about that damn ex-wife. Love that woman!" He patted him on the shoulder. "What do you say? A job and a place to stay?"
"Where should I sign?"
Ozpin smiled. "Sign right here." He slid a piece of paper next to him. Jaune eagerly signed.
"Is this the contract?"
Lie Ren laughed. "No, that's a bill."
Jaune frowned. Ozpin slapped his thigh while laughing. "Don't sweat it, sport! This is minute compared to being in a house full of women."
That was the best and worst day of my life. I was granted an opportunity of a lifetime. On the same day, I was kicked out of my house, I was given a job. I mean, an eighteen-year-old lad like myself being head of a house full of women. That is a dream many others wouldn't know what to do. To think I was going to have a personal harem of my own.
What Ozpin didn't tell me was that these particular girls were extraordinary. My stomach churning was the first sign of discernment. Not even once in my conversation with Ozpin did I ask: "What made the last landlord quit?"
My name is Jaune Arc and here begins my journey with the girls from Molly House.
To be continued…
I could've continued, but it's one in the morning, I am tired, and I have to be at work in the morning. More definitely coming soon. Thanks for reading!