A/N: Hello all, and welcome to chapter seven of the yuri harem! Last chapter, we saw Yang get the first tongue kiss in order for her to one up Weisscream, but unfortunately, they got caught by the sexy Professor Branwen (who also handed them detention). Now, sparring!

This ain't gonna end well, right? Remember, poll is still open!

Jane Arc's Yuri Harem

Summary: Jane Arc just wanted to go to Beacon and become a huntress. Becoming the object of every girl's desire was never part of the plan! Why did things have to be so complicated?

*Rivalry!*

Jane plodded into Professor Goodwitch's class, the last one of the day for her, and she squirmed uneasily when she rejoined her teammates. "Sorry. Got held up."

The previous class for her was so far the most awkward. Not only was Yang glaring daggers at Professor Branwen every time she purposely stooped down in front of Jane in an attempt to get the young blonde to look down her shirt, but Pyrrha had a really skeptical look on her face when Jane insisted that all her and Yang did was talk earlier.

'It's like she doesn't believe me or something. And seriously, what the fuck is going on? Why is literally every single female drawn to me like bees are to honey?' Jane shuffled her feet, thinking she would give her mother a call later on after she got back from serving her detention.

'Come on, really!? Detention for being dumb enough to get caught having a fucking make out session!?' She was starting to believe Professor Branwen was purposely fucking with her for her own amusement.

That, or she was just a massive pervert like Yang. Jane was leaning towards the former.

Rin pulled her aside, sighing. "Dear Oum, what the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Jane asked innocently, hoping she could bullshit her way out of another awkward conversation like the ones she had with Yang and Weisscream earlier. "I haven't seen anything going on." 'Maybe I can play the ditz card?'

Rin gave her a look through narrowed slits. "Jane, I'm not blind. Professor Branwen knelt down and put her…breasts…in front of your face. More than once. And each time, your face was even redder than Pyrrha's hair, and Yang looked like she wanted to rip out the professor's skull and beat her to death with it."

"That last bit doesn't seem physically possible…"

"Not the damn point!" Rin grumbled in frustration. She started to give her leader a few jabs in the chest. "What. The hell. Is. Going. On?"

"I swear, I don't know," Jane defended. "I really don't get it myself. I'm starting to think that…whatever this is, is my damn semblance! There's no other reason I can think of to explain it." 'I need to call my mother after class. If anyone will understand what the hell is going on, it's her.'

Rin let out a sigh. "Jane, just be careful. It seriously seems like every girl here apart from me and Nora is drawn to you like honey. While it may sound fun having a harem, it's probably more work than you can handle."

Wait…what? Her, having a harem?

Jane honestly wanted to giggle. The thought of her being surrounded by a bunch of gorgeous girls like Yang, Weisscream…maybe Professor Branwen, too for a little more group action…

'Wait…what the hell brain!? Why are you thinking that!? Yamate, baka!'

Jane covered her face, blushing. Even though she tried to not show it, she was definitely a pervert; one look at her search history would show very interesting results in regards to her favorite type of smut. The fluffy kind got her heart racing, while the really naughty stuff made her inner desires boil uncontrollably. Very similar to the way Professor Branwen made her feel…

'Come on, that's Yang's mom!'

'And? She's fucking hot. You know you're hoping that she gives you a little discipline~.'

'Shut up, brain.'

She lifted her head up once Professor Goodwitch entered the class. The blonde professor's green gaze briefly met hers, and the knight blushed. She really liked how the professor's skirt hugged her frame. Maybe a little too much.

"Nice ass," Jane remarked. Rin, Nora, and a few boys from the other teams looked at her, and she sighed. "Fuck me, I said that aloud, didn't I?" 'Son of a bitch…'

WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOOOOOOOOOMP

"Okay, who the fuck brought in the trombone?" Jane face-palmed. The stupid sound effects were really starting to get to her.

"Probably Yang," Rin answered. "She has a shitty sense of humor."

"I've noticed," Jane returned dryly.

The bell rang, and Professor Goodwitch took her spot at the front of the class. There was a small fighting ring, and the blonde professor began to speak. "You are all here to become huntsmen and huntresses. In order to help you with that, this class will help you sharpen your skills. The purpose of this class is to help you judge when to switch from defense to offense, and to help you properly gauge your aura."

She pointed to the leaderboard with her riding crop, and Jane smiled. 'Heh. Kinky.'

'Really? Come on, girl. Get your shit together.'

"Now, who would like to show us what they are capable of?" Professor Goodwitch asked.

Jane's hand rose into the air. As did the leader of Team CRDL, Carla.

Professor Goodwitch tilted her glasses up, eyebrows raising. "Jane Arc and Carla Winchester, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yeah."

"Very well. Today's first matchup will be Jane Arc versus Carla Winchester," Professor Goodwitch announced.

"Good luck, Jane!" Weisscream called from the stands.

"Kick her ass!" Yang yelled. Both girls briefly looked at each other, and Jane winked at them as she stepped into the small arena.

She drew Crocea Mors, extending her shield, and Carla hefted her mace onto her shoulder with a toothy grin. "Well, well. Looks like someone's already getting themselves a harem, eh? Tsk tsk. What a scandal."

FIGHT!

The match began.

Carla made the first move, swinging her mace. Jane blocked it with her shield, grimacing behind it. The armor-clad girl had a lot of strength behind the strike, and the blonde pushed back with her shield. 'Damn, that kinda hurt. She's really strong.'

She wasn't worried about her shield breaking; the metal had endured years of abuse and combat. She was more concerned about her aura not being able to handle it. 'Even with my aura reserves, I can't handle that many hits.'

Brute force wasn't going to get her a victory; she needed to play it smart. Jane smiled; she liked it when it was more challenging.

She pushed back with her shield, making Carla stumble. "What the…?"

Jane followed up with a few quick slashes of her sword, the two strikes hitting her. Carla growled in annoyance and swung her weapon again, and Jane leapt over it, hitting Carla in the back.

"Okay, Arc. Playtime is over," Carla growled. She swung her mace even harder, and each block drained a little bit more of Jane's aura. Jane winced, but she held her shield firmly, refusing to budge despite it wearing out her arms. 'I'm not going to be able to hold out like this much longer. But if I'm starting to get tired, so is Carla.'

She bashed her shield against the mace, forcing it up and leaving her opponent open for a quick strike to the chest. Carla groaned out in pain, her aura flickering, and Jane took the opportunity to catch a little bit of a breath. 'Don't rush in, especially when you know you're worn out.'

'I wonder what Yang and Weisscream are doing?'


Yang was watching the match with eager eyes. So far, it was rather even; Jane didn't have anywhere near as much strength as Carla, but her defensive abilities and agility were enough to counter the other girl's raw strength. 'I'm impressed. She can hold out really well in matches with stronger enemies, and she has a ton of aura; blocking those strikes would've drained me or Ruby by now.'

She glanced over at her 'rival' Weisscream. The heiress was also watching the fight with wide eyes, and the brawler gave her a nudge. "Looks like she's definitely caught your eye after that kiss, hmmm?"

"Shut up, Yang." Weisscream blushed, blinking. "Besides, you've also kissed her, and you're enjoying this too."

"Never said I wasn't." Yang smiled. She watched as Jane used Carla's own momentum against her, rolling over her back and kicking her away. "Damn. She may be smaller, but she's got brains when it comes to strategy. For other things, well…"

"They leave much to be desired," Weisscream finished dryly. "Is that about right?"

"Yeah…" Yang agreed. "So, do you want to place bets on who wins? Loser has to do the winner's homework for a week."

"As if I'd lose to a brute like you," Weisscream scoffed. They both watched as Jane subtly placed a cut of Fire Dust on Carla, and the heiress snorted. "And it's already over. Clever girl."

They both heard furious scribbling, and they turned to see Blake drawing in her scrapbook. Her amber eyes were wide, jolting from side to side, and Yang looked over at her partner. "Um, Blake? What are you drawing?" 'Is that…?'

Her partner looked up, and she tried terribly to cover it with a startled meep. "Y-yang! What are you doing?"

"Oh for…" Weisscream rolled her eyes, lifting Blake's hands so they could all get a look at Blake's drawing. And what they saw made Weisscream blush, Blake shy away, and Yang laugh.

"That…seems a little more believable than I'd like," Yang admitted, looking at it. It was a smut drawing of Jane having sex with both Yang and Weisscream at the same time, and the brawler met Weisscream's gaze. "Huh. Never figured you were the one to receive. Saw you as more of a giver."

"Yang!" Weisscream blushed. "Shut up! Haven't you heard of decency!?"

"Nope." Yang grinned. "Decency went out the window the minute I laid my eyes on that blonde cutie." 'Damn. I've already fallen for her. And it looks like another person joins the fanclub.'

"You are such a brute." The heiress planted her face onto her notebook with a sigh. "And Blake…you are an utterly shameless pervert. If I had my way, I'd condemn you for daring to inspire us with such foul smut and lay the exterminatus upon your heretical self."

"I liked it." Yang winked at her partner, though she also gave her a look that said, 'Hands off'.

Things were getting very, very, interesting in their little rivalry.


Jane panted, finally starting to feel tired. The match between her and Carla had drawn out quite a bit, and the blonde knight needed to finish what she had started. She had managed to plant a little bit of her Fire Dust onto Carla's armor, and all she needed to do now was get a hit on her.

Jane ducked under a strike, the wind rushing over her head, and she saw her opportunity. She leapt forward and struck it with her sword, wincing as Carla forced her back with a strike to the chest. 'Ow. Forgot about that. But at least it's done.'

Carla scoffed, hefting her mace in preparation of another attack. "You're dead meat now, Arc."

"You…" Jane sheathed Crocea Mors, winking. " Are already finished."

Carla looked down, and her indigo eyes widened at the sight of the Fire Dust sparking on her. "Wait, what? Oh, son of a—"

She yelled out as her aura fell into the red from the blast that sent her crashing into the roof, and she fell on the ground with a groan.

"And the winner is Jane Arc," Professor Goodwitch announced. "As you can all see, Ms. Winchester's aura is in the red. In a tournament style match, this would signal that she is no longer fit to battle, and an official may call the match."

She nodded in approval at the blonde knight. "Well done."

"Thank you, professor." Jane bowed her head meekly.

'Dammit, why does she look at me like this too!?'

At least she got a good workout out of it.

A/N: And that's a wrap for this one! The harem is slowly growing in strength, and Carla isn't going to take a loss kindly, right?

And what about detention later? And is Blake's drawing a sign of things to come?

See you!

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