The Waifu Collector

by Kohoi

Jaune Arc respects women, that's why he avoids both them and society. Yucky. However, when a spirit inside his head commands him to atomize the female gender, sanity forces obligation.

16. Mr Waifu Man

Another day, another waifu collected by Jaune D'Arc.

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Ruby sighed, and found herself glancing up at the midnight moon.

They've...done something relatively good. Or Jaune did, by virtue of rocketing back towards Remnant with a crazy old man hijacking him. While they all panicked-her and Pyrrha especially-about another potential cripple session. Already, it made her cringe to herself, snuggling into fluffy Beacon sheets for comfort.

Jaune D'Arc is now The Deputy Headmaster of Beacon, though he's still-Ruby presumes, as Pyrha kinda dragged him off after they all vainly tried returning to their daily scheduled programming- currently unconscious, basically unable to react. The rest of his lot would care for what's around in the meantime.

Well, eh...that's not super accurate: they were actually just sitting around by their bedsides, continuing their girly gossiping stuff. Only this time, Weiss was less emotionally unstable and more judgemental. Like usual, essentially.

Also, Blake was now a fully committed member of the politics-with-the-other-girls group. So much for moderation or what not. Ruby frowned, hoping her team didn't notice her eyeballing them speaker to speaker.

Blake, in a culturally appropriating kimono pajama thingy, sat idly by with her totally not suspicious blank book in her lap. Though Ruby wouldn't want to point that out, she's not keen on provoking the pagan flesh cat. Yang's educated opinion on Blakeisms told her enough about that particular material. Even if Ruby has thought things equally lewd to whatever disgustingly unthought out smut is in there, she'll still silently shame the girl in her own mind. That is sin, Blake! No excuses!

"Girls, let me ask something here." Blake frowned, shutting her book too. "You think Jaune will make an effort to push forward the cause of Faunus equality?"

Yang hummed, squeezing her pillow into her chest thoughtfully. Wearing a loose orange tank top and booty shorts that, eh...ehehe.

Ruby felt herself pinch clean shaven loli thighs, feeling also inclined to be honest: Ruby wanted a pair, thus she planned to bug Yang for some later. Maybe, since Yang never liked it when her legs weren't covered up, or when Ruby wasn't covered up in general. Hypocrisy at that level made her develop a minor bruh moment deep down, which caused her cocooned self to descend into her blankets further.

Weiss was looking like a newly uncrabbed Schnee Dust Company Heiress, who sent those crabs doing horrible things to her private parts down her gullet as richly seasoned soup, consequently choosing to act like them afterwards. Prideful, gossipy, and once again, self-righteous to a degree. Weiss harrumphed from a totally not immature criss cross apple applesauce position on her bed's end side. "First of all, Blake: we would have to specify what you even mean by that. Secondly, how could an institution about monster killing then choose to focus on racial politics?"

Blake groaned, then leaned forward a bit, legs sassily crossed over one another. "It doesn't need to be much: perhaps some theatrical events celebrating Faunus culture-"

"Faunus history month." Yang added, but under her partner's annoyed gaze, shrank into her pillow. "Right, sorry-sorry. Continue."

"As I was saying." Their resident Cat Faunus, sass highly in her veins, continued on. "If not that, why not some minor advocacy of racial equality? Maybe make a civil rights group that..." she seemed conflicted, but spoke up before either Ruby or Weiss could comment on it. "That does what The White Fang doesn't. An actual progressive group that fights corporate sponsored bigotry and all the bad evil people putting innocent faunus down."

Weiss rolled her eyes, and gestured her hair brush to Blake with noble condescension. "Where? At what point in society is your boogie man of straight pale human males a mere excuse to introduce radical policy proposals?"

"I said nothing about that!" Blake hissed. "Anyone can be bigoted, I've realized, but Humans have power and Faunus don't-"

"Because humans are given some kind of privilege check every month?" Weiss mused. "Look, I'm privileged! But even I have an amazing thing called responsibility. Goals I need to complete in order to stay competent and educated."

Blake hissed. "But that's the thing: in Atlas, Faunus can't be rich like humans can!"

"Not my problem, neither Jaune's, or Beacon's."

"You're unbelievable! He touched you!"

Weiss paused, then shrugged. "I admitted to him that my harassment of you, woman, was uncalled for. And you remember what he said? To my face, earnest and true?"

Yang butted in for them, licking her lips before frowning. "'I'm sorry for being so manipulative, Snow Angel. Can I try better next time?'" They stared at her in shock, yet Yang went further. "Then he did a double take, chuckled, and scratched his head. He Said 'I mean, uh, Weiss! Sorry, the nickname always suited you more to me.'"

"Xiao Long!" Weiss hissed, flushing and gripping herself tight. "Where does this... incredibly in depth memory even come from?!" Blake said nothing, but her and Ruby both watched the quiet sunny dragon in curiosity too.

Yang shrugged, then gave them a fiery smirk. "I've gotta real good memory, it's why I always remember other people's dumbass bullshit." Yang meet Ruby's eyes, smirk growing bigger when she glared back. "My sister's included. Especially my sister's, matter of fact."

Instantly, the rest of them dared a glance at the pouty cookie loli, who grumbled. Tightening her hold on the blankets cocooning her in. Weiss raised her brows. "Ah, the Dolt is awake, she was so quiet."

"What do you think, Ruby?" Blake looked stressed, ears drooped against her head, eyes squinting for approval. If not for the sole reason of agreement, Ruby guessed. "Do you think Jaune should help the faunus race? And that our unstable Ice Queen here isn't empathetic enough?"

Weiss let the comment slide, surprisingly ignoring her teammate's casual insults, along with everyone else. Ruby felt like crawling in a foxhole and watching the grenade chucked in with her explode in a blaze of glory. However, Ruby wasn't a war veteran and had stupidly political friends. So, she sighed, chucked the blankets covering her to the side, and intensified her pouty face into something-hopefully-mimicking her boyfriend's super manly anger. "I'm just shocked that we're wondering about this. Instead of the fact Jaune is safe and sound." Ruby drank in their hesitation, feeling the righteousness kicking in. "Yeah, or the fact that at his own debate thingy, we were frickin complaining about our own Headmaster to be!"

"Deputy Headmaster, actually-"

"Hush, Catwoman." Ruby grumbled, and pointed at her confuddled bestie in accusation. "You especially, Weiss! Jaune needed full cooperation n' stuff. Heck, I bet we maybe might've caused him to fail-"

Yang butted in then, sighing. "No, sis. He didn't even hear us."

"But he probably saw us!-"

"Hush it, you two." Weiss exhaled, staring preenlessly at them. "I was emotional then, and craved validation. It eventually turned into a discussion about our now Deputy Headmaster's legitimacy." She bit her bottom lip, brows furrowed. "I think he's legitimate now, and I'm sure you all do as well?"

Yang grumbled, but nodded. Blake was quiet, but didn't argue on that point like before. Ruby grinned nice and big, leaning her squishy loli body down unto her bedsheets. Eyeballing the heiress right on back. "I'm an og! Since day one me and Jaune were buddies, I totally thought he'd get a position like this or something-so suck it." It was true, too. Jaune has always been a friend of hers, she couldn't-and wouldn't, as Ruby valued him too much-imagine the time at Beacon without dorky team leader next door.

...

"What?" Ruby squealed, losing her confident momentum at her friends' collective deadpan. They doubt her! Even after declaring their loyalties! She pouted. "I'm stating a fact! Jaune is awesome and cool, and he is our goshdarn Deputy-"

"Yeah, we got it sis." Yang shook her head, and flopped back into her bedsheets, gaze distant. "We definitely got it, but it's only been like seven hours of it. We're still trying to understand. I guess."

Weiss nodded, and Blake hummed from her own bedsheets, already bundled up for the metaphorical winter. "I agree with blondie on this: we really didn't know what the outcome was going to be, but actual institutional backing? For a first year? If the broader huntsman and Vale community find this out, what would they think?-"

Her bestie jolted at Ruby's disruptive snort. "They'd give Jaune the respect he deserves!" Ruby gloated, flopping back into her blankets, giggling like mad. "He'd get praise and love and attention. And he'd be a King, my King, and Ozpin would surely break his bones and have Jaune replace him or something!" She held herself, feeling the happy goosebumps bloom on her creamy white shoulders. "Just imagine that Weiss, we'd be the Arbiters of a Free World! Isn't it lovely?"

...

"Weiss?"

Her partner sighed. Ruby heard-saw too, as the darkness befell the room-Weiss's lamp shut off. "Go to sleep, Dolt. You worshipping our belated hero befuddles me greatly..."

And like that, the sound of silence reigned supreme.

For five minutes, for ten, for twenty, for an hour.

Long enough to count-which she did-on her scroll, as she casually eyeballed slightly decent Remnantgram memes. They did put a smile on her face, so contemplated sending Jaune some. He wasn't on right now, but with how the scroll system works he could totally message her at any time. Ruby found comfort in that from within her blankets, obscuring her from WBY of Team RWBY's sight. She giggled to herself nervously, as she wasted valuable time watching a puffer fish eat a carrot instead of texting Jaune about it.

Two hours, then two and a half. By then Ruby could barely stand herself, Yang's snoring wasn't helping wanted to see her Jaune, celebrate his victory with him and maybe do...thing…? Ruby didn't know, she's so scatterbrained. Yet sleep was slowly encroaching upon her, Ruby realized. But she couldn't! Jaune needed her time, eh, and...eh...

Ruby thunked her head against the scroll, mumbling to herself. "Must. Wait. For. Date." Jaune did promise to do...things with her. Ruby could never forget an Arc promise, no way! So, she eh, waited. For her mind, body, and soul to accept the fact she wanted to wait for one Jaune D'Arc.

For another ten minutes, and another, and another-

Fuck it, she sent him a message:

Hey! You up?

Then she waited.

...

...

Eh...?-

Oh, he...he messaged back! Ruby silently squealed, happy that she didn't need to send any out of context cookie pics to alleviate the leftover anxiety. Ruby read the digital mumbo jumbo in earnest:

Yeah, wanna met in the hall? I don't care if you're wearing stuff or not, it's nothing fancy.

Ruby squirmed in place, excited:

On my way! Like, right now!

She didn't even bother to check for more messages, shutting her scroll off and shoving it under her pillow, rolling towards her magic floating bed's bedside. Unlike last time, Ruby knew Weiss wasn't awake enough to pay attention, so Ruby had no hesitation in silently hopping down the distance. On little feetsies with red polka dotted socks, Ruby met the carpet confidently.

Silent, determined, sneaky-like past her snoring sister, Ruby Rose shimmed past danger and met their team doorway. Purposefully feeling out for the door knob, and-pushing through the nervousness-opening the door. It was creaky, groaning in displeasure, but Ruby heard no disturbance from her team. She slipped out into the hallway, leaving the door barely enough to slip out. It scuffed her bust, and the way her rubooty smudged against the wall made her silently groan in misery.

Yet, she made it.

Ruby glanced back real quick. Steady sister snores were the only sound in the silence, so she stepped out. A quiet little moment of anxiety followed, as she debated with herself on how the hell you'd close the door quietly. Suddenly, she remembered that 'hey, she's got this!' so without newly crafted Ruby angst, her team dorm room closed in silence. If anything, the snap-lock sound of the door closing was louder in comparison to anything else.

"Phew." She whispered, running her hand through a kinda moist forehead, other hand gripping a love handle tight. "I'm pretty sneaky, y'know?"

"Mhm-"

She squealed, and jumped back against her doorway. Not loudly per say, but the creaky response her body got from the full behinded rubooty bump she dumped into the door wasn't pleasing to the ear. Recovering quickly, however, is something Ruby does pretty good. So as to reduce the potential fallback of being a noisy brat, Ruby separated herself from the door, staggering forward.

Silently, she stood there...just admiring him.

Jaune, that is, as he...e-eh...

"Sempai?" Ruby yelped, hands trying their best to rub the growing bruises on her lower body. Not actual bruises per say, but the skin must be partially red. Abused from all the door-bound assault at this rate. "You're up. A-Awesome, eheheh~..."

He-mostly, besides the very tightly revealing black underwear-stood imposingly in his birthday suit. Calm, tall, handsome, bulky, and grinnin' at her with those cool ocean eyes and-

"Hey, Pretty Girl." Jaune crossed his arms. Casually flexing his definition at her in the process. It was intense and holy shit Jaune has abs. "Can I ask you something?"

Ruby stood there, sputtering. Feeling weirdly naked herself. Even if she's wearing her usual getup of loose tank top and super soft and comfy pajama pants. She couldn't even finish her unthought-out thought expression too, as Jaune found it necessary to continue his sexually-intimate-Ruby-without-even-trying session.

Frowning. Thoughtful. Bold.

Traces of what she assumed was curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Intensity that laid within much greater since this morning. like an actual finalized aspect of Jaune's personality. Ruby could hardly handle it, neither her confidence, as whatever sad thing called itself that died a cruel death of Jauneward immobility. All because of a quick glance Ruby snuck up at this absolute unit lording over her.

Ruby gulped down a wad of saliva, unconsciously feeling her feet shimmy the poor cookie loli away. To whatever lay behind her, turning out to be their team dorm room. Jaune's inches-in multiple ways, Ruby vividly remembered-hid her small beaned frame from the moonlight. Casted onto the hallway thanks to the endplace window.

All Ruby saw was Jaune, muscle, and a-if she was honest with her body, which quickly warmed itself up the more she looked up at him-pleasant reality of extra Jaune. Ruby just wished her body and mouth cooperated like the normal person she usually was, ugh! "Eh? Eh? Sempai-"

laying an imposingly meaty forearm against the door frame above her, Jaune leaned down, licking his lips. "I'm not being a bother, yeah? I've been awake for a few hours now. Pyrrha finally stopped her momma bear snuggling and fell asleep." He smiled. "Perfect opportunity for escape."

Ruby tightened up at the redhead's mention, and rode the subsequent guilt-wave that followed, due to her actual jealousy. Ruby hardly believed herself sometimes. "So...I just wanted to keep an Arc Promise, seeing my Pretty Girl again is never a chore anyway."

He laughed. It was rich, and tempered. "A man is the result of his words made manifest, after all."

"Uh-huh." She's calmed down, sorta. Still nervous and giggly instead though. He liked spending time with her? She did too, they should totally do things together-nope! Ruby had to remain focused! Especially on her unwarranted jealousy, yep-yep! She frowned, staring off into her captor's chest in thought.

Pyrrha was anything but a threat, right? Her fellow pro-Jaunist surely supported his decision to be here. Instead, so she'd really relax in all ways worthwhile and pleasing to her currently adorably dopey-faced boyfriend, Ruby leaned heavily against the door, plastering a big beaming smile on her face.

It got Jaune's attention, so she spoke up. "S-so, can I first ask about the...lack of clothing?" Or personal space, but a growing part of her was becoming very comfortable with it. Too much, she thinks, as her little loli thighs rubbed together. "I'm not a social butterfly, Sempai. This stuff is outta my regular ballpark-"

Jaune smooched her forehead, then shushed away her follow up of totally womanly mumble grumbles. He grinned. "You're supposed to bare yourself to your beloved, right?" Oh God, his chest tightened, visibly! "So I guess you deserve the best I've got. Bodywise, in particular."

"Uh-huh." She needed to touch something, anything-

He touched her, finger gently shushing her puffy loli lips.

"Rubes?" Jaune sighed, stunning grin becoming something much more tender and loving. "I just wanted to know if you, uhm...could get your cloak?"

"...Eh?" She blinked. "My cloak? I-I mean..."

Oh, God dammit, he's frowning now! Jaune had a frowny face puppies would cry for! Ruby cringed. "Y-yeah, I kinda thought it'd be funny to show you something with it, but that's okay if-"

Desperate, Ruby hopped up, packing at his lips for comfort. It took a moment, but Jaune squeezed her back, cradling his precious Pretty Girl on her tippy toes. When the comfort session sadly ended, Ruby grew some of that backbone she desperately needed.

It's real simple: If she doesn't speak up, Jaune wouldn't know what to do, leaving them to just stand around in teenage awkwardness like the dumb-dumbs they were. Ruby breathed out her worries, and grinned up at him so he'd hopefully feel the same. "Okie dokie! I'll be right back, just gotta successfully sneak past Yang n' stuff, ehehehe~"

Jaune looked concerned, but Ruby was adamant in pleasing her man's whims. So she-as quietly as a ruby-red screw up like her can-slipped back into her team dorm room, leaving the door hanging open partially and bum rushing her bed.

Hanging haphazardly from her bed's endside frame, Ruby's cloak practically glowed in the darkness. She didn't even need to guesstimate where the hell the damn thing could be, and silently squealed victory to herself when the silky momento met her grasp. It was glorious, worthy of a little dance, which was a problem since she still didn't know jack about proper non combat related movement thingies. Forkknife or otherwise

from within the spooky dark chambers of Team RWBY, she saw Jaune quietly peeking in. Mumbling to himself, squinting breathtaking ocean blues into the darkness. Ruby smiled, and nabbed her cloak quick.

The time was now.

Ruby shimmied to her lover, squealing silently in a cauldron of brutalized emotional instability. Prayin' hard to see Jaune's big ol' dopey smile again. He already calmed down when her little bum rush in the dark was for naught too, as Ruby neared the halfway mark to the door without any teammates clowning on her or preparing an impromptu girly talk. Ugh, yucky.

She'd pout at the fact he gave her a funny look for doing a very clear mock belch at her sister's snoring facehole, but-

Oh. Oh fucketty-shit-fuck. Ruby froze, shuttering at the sight for sore eyes in the darkness: actual unsore eyes, that is, made of suspicious golden ambers and glowy judgement. Blake was awake, probably has been for a good minute. "E...hehe..eh?"

Blake blinked, shifting her eyes to the door, and a mop of blonde peaking into their sanctuary. She saw Jaune, but he didn't see her. A blessing if Ruby knew them, since she looked like a disappointed mother who found a Gamer's pee-pee jar. Ruby shooed Jaune away from the door-nonverbally, or anything else besides super anxious pouting. It let her meet the Cat Faunus eye to eye, tooth to tooth, which really sucked to do, but Ruby had to assert dominace somehow!

…

…

…

It...kinda worked? Blake still stared, but she stopped squinting at her own defiance. Ruby just saw curiosity there, like Ruby was a particularly good trainwreck. An accurate summary, but it still hurt!

Her gaze wasn't comforting, but the lack of movement was. Ruby even tested her luck out and met her lover outside the door, as Jaune leaned over the door frame worryingly

Though Blake's gaze observed and assessed, she didn't do anything. Maybe in a way, that's their resident Faunus's support of decadence and scuffed up sleep schedules? Ruby gave her...eh...inquisitive teammate a nervous grin, and-muffled, but still pretty loud in her mind-skedaddled herself outta dodge and into her Sempai's arms.

It worked, probably, and the door creaked shut. Super ominous, which made her latch onto Jaune all the more, making a mixture of noises vaguely distressed with a teeny tiny bit of excitement underneath. As she spurged out in his arms, Jaune did that thingy he does to comfort her. Y'know, the 'rock my Pretty Girl side to side while she copes a feel on my back' kinda touchy touch?

But hey! She wasn't complaining! Matter of fact, she's doing the opposite of it and that's probably not good! For her non lewdness, that is. Yet moment by moment Ruby felt herself loosen up on that, letting her personal hunk carry her-literally to be honest-burdens right then helped out too.

When Ruby calmed down a bit, she felt Jaune separate them slowly, and meet her eyes. Happy. Joyful. Suspiciously grinning.

Wait, hold on-

"I appreciate that alot, Rubes." Jaune whispered, gently prying her cloak from her tiny grip, getting no resistance as-once again-Ruby kept losing herself in his eyes. "Alright, don't laugh, but I'm gonna show you a combat outfit idea I had. Okay?"

...Pfft-

"Ruby! No giggling either!" Jaune poked her forehead, pointer finger bending into a sweaty mess of wrinkled forehead. It quickly sobered her up after that, encouraging a push through the silly stuff and Jaune's ridiculousness. So, she smiled up at her dummy thicc lover curiously. "Okay, Sempai, I'm listenin.'" That sounded a teeny bit sarcastic, but oh well! Her Sempai took it well. "Inspire your cookie loli and flex in your underwear." That most one hundred percent sarcasm, she hoped he didn't-

Jaune stepped back, holding his arms-her cloak in hand too-out wide, mock challenge on his features. "You know what? Maybe I will, Pretty Girl. I've got a lotta stuff on my mind, and honestly?" He moved, arms expanding out unshown muscles. They were tightened, veiny.

It was...ehehe...amazingly shown. Ruby could feel the spit hoarde below her tongue, a pool of loli thirst she's very not happy campy with telling herself about. No-no! This small bean wanted to things...eh, but not those things!

The muscle flexed with his grip causally tightening, every fiber working in tandem to power the strength in his bones and soul, Ruby could tell. Could feel and adore all the sappy stuffs.

…

Well, would doing those things be, y'know, that bad? Ruby licked her lips.

Maybe if they kept their eyes closed, or didn't hold hands, or tell each other about their big house in the future. Chock full with blonde or raven-red haired munchkins all around, while their momma bear crafts the most yummy chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen-

Jaune grinned, probably lapping up the fact she's just silently eyeballing her man's forearms' muscles actually curling at his disposal. It just blew her mind, and tightened her thighs together. Ruby would not mention the budding problem below, as she knew Jaune would capitalize on Jaune's cookie loli's lewdness and take her on an improvised Arc joy ride. Which she still can't say she'd deny, goddammit! "I'm hoping too, ya know, share it with the girls who matter."

Then it clicked. She gasped, gripping her sides tight.

Jaune Arc wasn't the dorky team leader at the other side of the hall anymore. Ruby had to see that now, and stop holding her breath when taking him in. Things were so different, so secure. Ruby knew this, felt this.

No, he's not that lovable dork anymore: this guy before her, laughing at himself while flexing developed muscles a huntsman-in-training should strive for? An entirely new beast. Ruby knew this, and that feeling deep in her heart and chest and loins wasn't fake. No-no!

This was Jaune D'Arc. Deputy Headmaster of Beacon, Supreme Leader of Foreskin Gang, and most of all? Stealer of her heart, because holy Monty on a flaming cross she's found her keeper! No online dating or getting angry at Yangry for being a Remnantgram model then her! Even if she never even attempted anything remotely similar to shaking her booty for thirsty weirdos on her Scroll. Never will, too. Unless it's for-

Oh...okay. She's gotta ask now!

Ruby rushed up to him, interrupting his flexing session and laying her poor, tiny cookie loli body against his super manly chest.

Just as the Xiao Long in her expected, Jaune stopped mumbling things only somewhat audibly to himself. Just some silly baloney about 'dominance hierarchies' or some crap. Instead, Ruby gave him something to imagine: her body, on him, doing...eh...y'know...things together.

She smushed her hopefully pleasing boobies-ehehe, boobies-against her Deputy Headmaster's chest. Feeling her breath catch in her throat, just as Jaune's did the same. She could tell, he's looking dopey again, it's what still makes him Jaune. What makes her a happy Pretty Girl. "Sempai? If I see this super cool idea, you've gotta do me a favor, y'know?"

He thunked their foreheads together, tender all light and fluffy. "Anything. I've nearly got it all, Pretty Girl. Everything is soon to be in our hands, you know that?-"

Ruby groaned, smudging her forehead against his, hoping the loli sweat from earlier mingled with his own. A stinky yet cozy moist feeling expressing Ruby's little red heart's undying love for her boyfriend. Also, a bit of ehm...unconventional desire, as she looked into curious blues worriedly. "Sempai, can you just teach me how to dance?"

Jaune went silent, closing his eyes. Breaths becoming shallow and controlled. Yet she still quietly continued. Losing confidence the further she went on, but oh well! She had to open her big dumb mouth... "I've been kinda jealous of Yang's skills in doing some, eh, professional dancing." Her voice sounded strained, even to her, alleviating when she looked away a bit. Ruby couldn't meet those eyes for long. "Just wondered if you could teach me anything? Pyrrha and basically everyone else says you're a great dancer, but we never danced together and-"

"Ruby?" He opened his eyes, then grabbed her shoulders, smile becoming that Arc grin she so loved and cherished. Ruby already felt her face get super blushy. "This'll sound hella cheesy, But I'm hoping to dance on multiple levels tonight, if you'd...uhm, want? Sorry if I'm being too upfront with you and stuff you're just..."

...She couldn't help but hang onto his every word, growing anxious over his approval. Nevermind that she's hanging off prime daddy meat in very warm pajamas within an open hallway. It didn't matter if Jaune was cheesy, he had her attetnion in all of those multiple ways, he just has to take that extra step. If she even wants that, though...

Ruby bit her lip, doing so until Jaune spoke through the self-imposed uncertainty. Both of their uncertainty.

He sighed, and those eyes were earnest. Earnest and true, just like Weiss said. "Beautiful. An actual flower girl who's become an amazing young woman in her own right-"

"Jaune." She's heating up, oh fuck, he can't just-

He brushed her reddish locks away, and cupped her tiny pale face in his palm. The hand was already building up tons of calluses. The kind she'd think farmers at Vale's eastern border would only have.

Jaune hummed. "Look at you, you're a woman in the making now. Able to defy your teammates and watch your dumbass of a boyfriend plan to run around with your cape equipped."

Uhhhhhh, no. Ruby can't have that last part, so she whined, and poked his chiseled-she still can't get over that-chest in displeasure. Jaune just looked like a boneless puppy, and it made her blush even more. "I'm just a normal girl with normal knees, y'know?" Ruby sounded tender herself now, it sounded really authentic. Jaune liked it too, he even smiled down with his own tender stuffs.

Ruby sighed dreamily. "Who just happened to fall in love with an amazingly..." she paused for affect, grinning nice and shiny for him. "Abnormal super badass! I'm no woman, Jaune! But I'm your...ehm..."

Yeah, She's having some technical diff-

...

...

Ruby pulled away, gasping for breath, and feeling stray saliva on her chin while Jaune continued trying his kissy-kissy assault against her neck. It felt so good that she forgot that people were close by and that Jaune didn't address something. It took a lot of willpower, but she stopped him from further claiming his cookie loli for the moment, and attentively made him look down at her frowny face. "Jaune, I'm serious now, y'know?"

"Mhm-"

"No." She groaned. "Stop with that. Tell me about your combat outfit." She shivered, happy he was cooperating somewhat enough to not pull her back in when she pushed away from his stupidly-big-bulky huntsman body. "I remember you sayin' that I, lover," she pouted, and took minor pleasure in watching him scratch his cheek apologetically. "Was the one who controlled the pace for this, eh, impromptu date thingy. So! Do your thing?"

Jaune stared his cookie loli down, brows furrowed. It took a healthy moment, but he realized his flirty schmoozing wasn't enough for a determined woman-to-be like her, so he shook his head. Sighing. "Okay, okay! So..."

He stepped back, and-yikes, this is hard-wrapped her cloak around his neck, like the giant baby man he was. But in a good way, sorta. Ruby could hardly comprehend the fact her cloak-that can cover her entire torso to thighs-barely reached his waistline. Jaune also failed to wrap it around himself correctly, and just kinda scuffed two cloak end-tips together. Like a blanket cape. Literally a blanket cape, and he had the nerve to grin all the while! "So basically, I've been sorely lacking in the huntsman gear department."

Jaune pointed two thumbs to himself, and made sure her cloak could comfortably billow in the theoretical wind. "I then thought 'how can I upgrade my white knight aesthetic?' Then realized that, uh." Suddenly, light, and his golden gauntlet thingy appeared. Oddly...cool. Cool and abstract, Ruby noted. "I need something new, shiny, and golden. Like some armor, or a really big cloak with robes."

"Wait." She put her hand up, frowning. "So you're not doing the white knight getup kinda thing now?"

Jaune 'umm'd' quietly to himself, and eyed his gauntlet thoughtfully, turning it around in occasional intervals. "Sorta, but like an upgrade: as in, instead of knight, it's more like King, or Crusader, or like a fuckin' warrior monk. Except somewhat flashy and conceptually blasphemous to some degree."

When she deadpanned, he sighed, holding a finger up. "Just...imagine this."

Jaune vainly tried to wrap himself with her cloak, and sorta succeeded, covering at least his abdominal stuff, but nothing else. "Imagine me with a really big blue or gold-or both-cloak, that hid most of my body and weapons. Then bam!" He held his makeshift cape out, adding a little 'hah!' sound effect in conjunction to his mind numbing Jauneism. "I show myself! I have a sword and gauntlet and shield n' shit. Or, I wear a really dope white gold suit..."

Jaune hummed to himself, lost in thought. "And maybe if I wear a suit, I'd also have my hair done up in a wolf's tail." He tapped his chin. "Actually scratch that, maybe I should do that haircut anyways." Glorious golden locks were flipped, and Ruby was really happy he didn't make fun of her for staring. "Do you see my hair, Pretty Girl? I'm a mess, a sweaty and sorta naked mess-"

"But." Ruby stressed, taking the liberty to shimmy up to him and adjust his cape, frowning at the poorly done cloak knot. Tender moments like these were hella far and few inbetween. "You're not the worse, or even bad at all. You're just a weirdo."

She smiled up at him, redoing the prototype cape's knot and holding his chin up lightly. "My weirdo, and hopefully future Headmaster."

Hesitation warred in her, she gulped. "And, eh-h...husband?" She lost her confidence at the end, but honestly? She's just proud to squeeze that little desire out there, it's what her Jauney-kun deserves.

Jaune blinked. Ruby giggled nervously, then felt him pull her in again.

This time, tightly, with the assertiveness of earlier. She could do nothing but shudder out a sigh, comfortably meshing against him like playdough. One absolutely primate-like hand of his pulled already her head towards his chest, and the other suspiciously lorded over her lower back. Rubbing pleasant circles into the skin under her loose tank top. She'll have to keep an eye on it...

She wasn't seeing his face, but he sounded pleased. Sorta proud too. "Ruby, that was really mature of you, know that?"

"Eh?" She felt herself heat up again, so she tried vainly to distract herself in his scent, which only made everything worse and even more personal. "You mean the marriage hope? It's nothing you haven't said already-"

He squeezed, and she wanted to squeal. In a weird mixture of annoyance and satisfaction. Jaune makes her feel things, and he himself felt things. Her rubooty in particular.

Despite the cookie loli's mumbling protest, Jaune took full advantage of their snuggle session and took even fuller advantage of her momentary lapse in control. Taking his control of her more fleshy bits down under and grabbing double handfuls.

Then again? Ruby wasn't even sure she could beat Jaune in a fight anymore, judging by how well he did against the Headmaster. Once again, another reason her boyfriend was the Deputy Headmaster of Beacon and not Goodbitch-

Smack. Her rubooty jiggled. Jaune laughed.

"H-hey!" She whined, beating on his chest, which really didn't help, only making him cackle harder. "I'm tryin' to be serious right now, and you're abusing the goods-"

"I'll have you know." Jaune schmoozed, like the most shmooziest schmoozer to ever schmooze for shzmoozes sake. "That I'm absolutely certain Monty made your rubooty exclusively for this."

"What? For you to-" smack, and some heavy petting, her thighs smushed together. "Hey! Stop that!"

Jaune snorted. "Stop what?"

"Distractions!" She yelped, sounding embarrassingly breathless at that touch alone. Ruby isn't doing so well in the rational department right now, she's too warm right now. "Ugh, whatever, I'll say it anyway since I'm...sorta curious now." She shook her head of thoughts on the smug Arc's stupid-sexy-face, and he merely hummed along. "I just...eh. Do you t-think sometimes that, with how everything just came together, that..." Ruby gulped, a bit nervous about bringing it up. "It's fate? Or, like, destiny? Or even better: it's all apart of Monty's Plan?"

"...Huh-"

"Y'know?" She squeezed, and looked over towards the seeped in moonlight wistfully. "That Monty kinda just put everything together? In his infinite power and love...?"

"..."

Ruby couldn't look at him, she's far too nervous about this stuff, and probably shouldn't have brought it up. But...she's thought on it for awhile now, and...

...

...

...

"Jaune?"

He hummed. She sighed. "Do you believe in Monty? Y'know, The Creator God? Dad used to take us to church when we were little, and even if we kinda stopped going...I-I..." it's embarrassing, but if they're gonna get married and everything? Jaune should know. "I still think about it, and have...faith, I guess, in some of that stuff? I always did, mom apparently did too..."

She felt him lean into her, definitely looking off into the window as well, face finding comfort in her dark frazzled locks. "What do you have faith in, Ruby?"

"...You won't make fun of me?" She whispered, holding on tight, hoping that started their little side to side huggy dance soon. "People always say I'm naive and immature, so...I thought it'd be better to keep my morals and stuff under wraps-"

Jaune did start the dance, and she exhaled peacefully, listening to his own whispers. "Don't be. It's okay to express yourself, especially to the ones you love."

He sounded reserved. Attentive. All the things that made her feel good. Ruby couldn't help but spill the beans now.

Licking her lips, and ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, she continued. "I think that people are good. T-That everything happens for a reason, and that The Holy Oum loves us all...I..." she paused, collected herself, and tried some more. "I believe that heroes are real, that hopes and dreams are real and meaningful, that everyone can be happy and saved and not in pain."

More humming. "Like salvation?"

"Y-yeah...but, maybe less dramatic. More loving, happy!" She shuddered, riding that weird feeling of comfort and...something meaningful. She can't describe it. "That's what The Creator God is, y'know? All knowing and all powerful and all loving...that's what I learned." She hissed, really digging into those church daycare days. "I, eh, also learned that he's infinite in his goodness too. Without fail."

He hummed, and moved his hands to her mid-section, comfortably on her love handles. "Ruby? Do you, uhm, think I'm a good person...?"

"...Jaune." She felt like crying, he sounded so hurt and that was unacceptable. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met. You're kind, generous, strong, funny, brave, and understanding. You're my hero, my friend, my buddy, and the love of my life. You've said it yourself, remember?" He didn't say anything, it made her feel panicky. So she shifted herself and meet his gaze. Or tried to.

Jaune didn't meet hers, absently staring off into the stary night, lost in his own personal conundrums. It was just so... human, she guessed, and that's probably why it bothered her so much. He looked pained and uncertain, just like her. She grabbed his jawline, than began squeaking out her heart to him. "S-Sempai! Look at me..?!"

He did, and merely hummed along, not smiling or grinning or anything, just flatline. Neutral, numb. She cringed, feeling herself get glassy eyed. "I know you've got greatness in you, and y'know what? I'll...I'll even say Monty does too! We've got lots of good stuff to be thankful for, and I can also say that you, Jaune, are my good stuff." She breathed in, and shivered it out.

"My blessing from up above. I-I can't describe it any other way-"

"Hey, Rubes?"

...

"...Eh?-"

Jaune gently pried her hands away, and chuckled sadly to himself, shaking his head. "I'm not a good person, never was. Let alone holy person, if there's even such a thing."

"Why?!" She squeaked. "What makes you bad?"

Jaune sighed, and poked her in the forehead. Slowly, it was more gentle prodding than anything. "Sin. My lust and greed, wrath and gluttony. I'm just some kid given an unbalanced amount of power, who fucks and dumps all that's around him. Good or bad, but mostly good. Just a mind numbing consumer."

She wanted to scream, to shout, to wipe that sadly dopey look off his face and show him something wonderful, but he beat her too it. "I'm a sinner, and not guilty of it, but that's...I guess, not important in a way? I don't know. Whenever I think about Monty too much I start to get really angry and sad."

Ruby frowned. "It's-"

Jaune shushed her, a small smile bloomed on his face. "I love the fact you told me about that stuff, and will always respect what you believe about things. No question...so, uh..."

"...Wanna go to the courtyard?" He scratched his head, then pointed a finger to the stairs at the end of the hallway, right by the window. "I can show you how to dance and stuff? We don't have to go far or even do anything else, yeah? Just some team leader time?"

Ruby stared, colder when he wasn't holding her, so she stopped worrying and grabbed for his hand. Equally eager to move on, Jaune grinned, and pulled her along.

She was gonna whine about him literally dragging her, but in a flash, he hoisted her up in his arms again. Rushing down the hallway with his Pretty Girl held tight. Grinning, barefoot, shirtless, pantsless, and red cape billowing behind him in stupidly mesmerizing glory. It made her sputter, and kinda give up a moment later, simply pouting at him instead.

It was only when they reached the stairs did she make noise again: a poorly muffled-into Jaune's shoulder-scream of distress at them not going down the stairs like normal people, instead jumping down it in powerfully Aura boosted hops. He made ground quick, and avoided basically all the steps.

At the bottom fifteen seconds later, he merely gave her a big ol' doopey Arc grin, head tilted to the side. "What? You should be used to this stuff-"

Ruby poked his cheek in, pouting. "I am! you're just a showoff." She can't stress that enough, as Aura control like that? Insane.

She could hardly have her own reddish Aura stuff do anything besides protect, and make her attacks a little bit stronger. "Jeez, Sempai! You're not wearing shoes either!-"

"Neither are you." He pointed out, very smug in his unhelpfulness. "So I figured to conserve your feetsies's health for a bit, as ya kinda need that too dance and completely function." He strutted onwards, to the glassy exit door and its shiny darkness outside. "I'd know: crippled people have it fuckin' terrible, Rubes. No doubt about that."

"I-...ugh. Y'know what?" Ruby pouted, shook her head, and simply smushed her grump cheeks against his undeservedly pleased ones. "Just take me away, my not-white-knight. Eh, what'd you call yourself again?-"

He didn't even look at her, so satisfied in his Arcborne baloney. "King, or Crusader, in gold. Or King-Crusader. That sounds hella sick, right?"

Pfft. She giggled, and thunked the side of their heads together, if not lightly. "You're a dingus, Jaune, an absolute dingus..."

He chuckled, and thunked her back.

"Yes, absolutely."

---

Surprisingly, courtyard stone didn't hurt their feet like he half-way suspected.

Sure, the little peebles here and there dug into his feet, but those were givens and by no means painfully so. Ruby wouldn't experience them anyways, she's got socks. Which was honestly the only thing that mattered to him that moment, and any that followed.

When they reached the Beacon statue, he put her down and offered to start something slow, a little party waltz that momma showed him. He told her it's the kind of stuff used for slow dances at social events, proms, the holy nine elitist yards.

Which brought up the whole idea of the school dance coming up after Vale Remembrance day. It gave him a minor annerism because he wasn't ready for either social event and neither his friends. Luckily, Ruby was, and confidently strove to join him. Saying that he could probably get multiple dates, since he's the Deputy Headmaster. Trippy, that little last bit of information is.

So, there they were, aimlessly shimmying around the courtyard before it's iconic monument: one big dingus boy caped in red, black underwear keeping the world from seeing his true dingus of mass creation. Holding onto one a pouty cookie loli in loose tank top and fluffy red-white pajamas, dancing the night away.

She was having some troubles, but Jaune was proud of how quick she learned. Really wished she lighted up a bit, though. Jaune had trouble being annoying when Ruby acted less nervously quirky and more flustered quirky. He loved both, but one was easier to give sweet lovin'.

"Sempai?" She mumbled, brows furrowed in concentration, eyes glued to their feet whilst they moved back. Well, his back, comparatively her front. "Your feet must be killing you right now, with all the walking and stuff."

They went back for a little bit, until Jaune initiated the opposite, then back again. Mix and repeat. Ruby lost herself in over focusing on the little moments, but that's okay to him, Jaune knew she was still learning, and took the opportunity to smile lightly and respond to her worries.

"Nah, I'm fine Rubes. Aura does more then protect from pain and suffering, ya know?"

They stopped shimmying about. Ruby took good care in thinking on that, while he simply held them in place. The tender stuff that one would see in cheesy high school musicals and Ballmark holiday movies. Ruby calmed down considerably after that, quietly enjoying the waltzing in place with her lover, if not only partially conflcited at his still apparant lack of socks. Or shoes. "I mean, y-yeah, but..."

Ruby grumbled, loosing her train of thought, and popping up from their feeties. Really taking in the beauty around them. Their little world, of stars and moonlight and solitude. Honestly, Jaune had to as well.

The clouds weren't around, the night very young. Practically a newborn babe of darkness. Stars dotted the skyline in all their little familiar shapes, spaced out shattered remnants of their moon glowed onto them good fortune. At least, that's what Jaune would hope to believe, if anything.

"Wow." He heard her say, grabbing his hands tight and scooting just a tad bit closer. "It's...amazing, Jaune. You just ever realize how little we see of this?"

He hummed, and licked his lips, kinda imagining the moon as some sort of moon cheese like everyone always said, and promptly internally belched at the idea cuz it's prettt yucky. "You mean the sky, or the world?"

Ruby sighed, and gently moved her hands from his hands to sides. The proximity immediately got him staring down at his girl staring him down. Pale, creamy white skin and soul silvers tenderly staring him down from black-red locks. She was...happy, if not a little wistful and mystified. "Everything, Jaune. See how open and expanse things are?"

She gestured a tiny hand dainty-like towards the stars up above. "Look! There's the Big Dipper! And the Ursa Major!" That they were, sorta. Jaune had to squint real hard. practically soul searching for it, but he followed Ruby's finger and spotted it clear enough. Shining evermore in a sea of pitch black.

Truly, a Beacon. Hah. "We never do this stuff together anymore, it's all about rush here, rush that." Ruby groaned, and went back to holding onto him nice and tight. "Complete this grade, do this event, host this gathering, y'know?"

"But Rubes, We've not hosted a party yet-"

He was hushed. She looked pouty. "A general thing, Jaune. Like, things kids like us have to do just so we can be successful? I've always wanted to be a huntress, helping people and being an amazing woman has been my dream." She looked down, frowning something fierce. "But if I didn't want that? I'd still have to get knee deep in education stuffs to be successful. It's dumb, and I'm glad were able to murder death kill demons for a career."

"You're kinda quirky, Pretty Girl." He hummed, gently swaying them in a small circle. She followed along, losing the frown, watching him suspiciously. "We're students, first and foremost to anything else. It's just moments we make like these that kinda help us cope with the years of emotional and physical turmoil our angsty lives are gonna be in here."

They were-slowly, surely-circling the statue to completion. Jaune knew Ruby learned things better than him, as he's only liable to change if you beat him senseless, bonus points if you cripple him.

Literally, but besides the point: Ruby more then anyone could succeed, yet hearing her doubt the system like he did was kinda enlightening, sorta funny too. The concern in her eyes wasn't, though, and he made sure to give a reassuring squeeze. "Oh, Rubes...don't you worry about unending pain and suffering and stuff, I'm the man on high's right hand man! I've got access to the system and power over people I don't like!"

Ruby blinked. "That's eh...kinda morbid. Both things."

Jaune shrugged. They were almost completing their three sixty around the statue. He's still got the question on his mind. "It's morbid because it's The Truth, from a simplified and provactive perspective. That's also a fact, Rubes: you can make anyone believe anything if you word it properly."

Snorting. "Anything?"

"Anything." He nodded, they've made it, and now he stopped her. In front of the two brave individuals on the staute's mount, Jaune held her close, letting a small grin split his face that instantly quickened her breath. "But I won't need to sugarcoat anything, Pretty Girl. I'm obligated to honesty, and ya know what's honest?"

She tilted her head, rolling eyes at his purposeful silence. "Go on! Guess for me."

"Ehm..." Ruby brushed some stray locks away, showing that beautifully pale and adventurous look to Beacon. Their Beacon. "Saying the things on your mind? Your thoughts and feelings?-"

As a reward, he smooched a quirky loli cheek in, then felt his heart race at the little fond pouty grumbles she made. "Mhm. Even better though? Is doing that kinda stuff physically. Just going outside, conquering the world as it is. As we should."

Jaune held her to his chest, gesturing to the Beacon around them. "Look at what I've found for us here: a home, an institution, a dormitory, a place of learning and hope, and even, uhm, faith." Maybe, he's still not a good man, or person, but if Ruby would want him too...

She beamed as much as shivered. "Jaune, I'm so happy that we've got this together, and I'm...well," she sighed, somberly meeting his eyes. They were sad, really wasn't doing good things for his happinesses. "I'm kinda scared, that this'll go away and everything will be dark and judgy and stuff. Just...y'know when you carried me to my dorm room?"

"Mhm-"

Ow! Ruby smacked his chest, pouting. "No, you're not allowed to continue being dopey and handsome while I'm venting. M'kay?"

Jaune's starting to see the Xiao Long in her, so he decided raised his hands up in surrender. She nodded approval. "That spooked me hella hard. Like, I thought I'd see us get bullied and made fun of for being losers who walk around in our pajamas. And now?" Ruby gripped him tight, loosing herself in what he'd assume was his abdominals. "We've changed things, you have changed things Jaune. In such a short time too! Today felt so long, and I'm so...so...tired? I guess?"

"Mentally?"

"Yeah." Ruby sighed, thunking her head onto his chest, sadly not meeting his eyes. "I've seen you do so much: walking around again, rasing hell against the establishment, challenging its figurehead to a duel, flying through the sky like an angel, and I guess most of all..." she sounded happy, yet still sad, but slightly fond. "I got to be with you whilst you coddled and cuddled me. Which is so overwhelming, y'know? I barely understand love, and I'm pretty sure you don't either..."

Ruby shuttered, and Jaune figured she didn't notice her thighs ironically cuddling around his own. There was a moisture there, and goddamn, it smelt womanly. "But the way you do things for me? Telling me about our future, what we can do, how you'll care for me, and claim me..." that last bit was whispered, and interestingly all the more troubled for it.

For Ruby, at least, since it made her shiver around him. Wanton desires probably like fireworks inside her. "It's...I can't even, Jaune. I'm so full of lewdness it's not even funny-"

"It don't have to be funny." He noted, grabbing her chin and grinning into her off-guard loli gaze. With those adorably pudgy cheeks squished in his big grip. Also, he's a genuine genie at this point, or a Ruby genie, because he read her mind like a poorly done romance novel. Then again, Jaune can barely think of anything but his growing eroticism, and that of hers, albeit still muffled. "It can be romantic. And maybe even more, honestly."

...

...

...

Ruby's eyes widened, and she flushed. Yet didn't sputter this time, to his curiosity and pride. Instead she shook her head, disbelieving grin on her face and giggle on her tongue. "Oh. Oh no-no-no. We totally can't actually be doing this-"

Jaune hummed, and not too sneaky-like took things that extra bit further. The road that led Jaune to completely conquering his first waifu, staking his claim bare-backed n' empty balled. The intimacy of the flesh with all inbetween, a timeless tradition yet in some cases anti-tradition. Basically, sexual intercouse, which is what stupid people or funny haha people say. Or a mixture of both, all very elaborate.

That said, Jaune's digits slipped below the waist, then under the waistline of her pajama pants. Cupping two fleshy-hand to skin-tushie cheeks nicely cozy-like. Her shudders into his digit's warm hold made him growl in triumph, and smush his woman close. She barely resisted, despite the conflict on her face.

He stopped then, waiting for her to meet his eyes. Which, when she gulped down her worries, Ruby did. They were big and beady, and most of all? Needy. "Pretty Girl?"

"Please, S-Sempai." She squeaked, whining into it, as he shaped her rubooty to his liking further. "I-I can't handle this! It's just too much! Too much feel goods-"

"Mhm."

She whined again, but Jaune cared not: more focused on the way she still didn't resistant, and even felt her core against his thigh. It wasn't just moist now, it looked wet, and it made Jaune's member slowly grow to life. "F-fuck, this is happening?-"

He smacked the rubooty, full contact. Her screams of frustrated delight were muffled by his lips taking hers. To her truer judgment, Ruby's arms slowly wrapped around his back, as she melted into his grip.

The rationally went out the window, and now? His cookie loli began letting her body do the talking, which is great, cuz Jaune can now really make her a woman.

...

Messy, passionate tongues-one dominant, one not so much-meshed in a love struggle. The taste of strawberry and sweets and all things yummy were just as apparent. The slushy mixture of their juices coming to fruition was only an added benefit. Jaune groaned into it, feeling her do the same. Adjusting tighter, in her tippy toes, so he could continue his impromptu flesh massage, also mesh lips together with her.

They kept at it, and made sure to breath in short gasps whenever their mouths ever barely separated, right before Jaune's tongue devoured her willpower once more. claiming the squishy remains, in more ways than one.

"-heh..." Ruby panted, pushing off him a bit, but never away from him. Still, not getting the desired cookie loli kisses wore a man's heart down, so he frowned down at her. Not to shame, but more like express his immense feeling of...uhm, well, love. Full throttle love. He was sure she got it, imagined it too, as the hurt registered.

Ruby squeaked. "Hey! Don't you get sad on me, Sempai! You didn't even ask if I wanted to..."

Jaune leaned down, a very amused grin on face now, as any sadness or anger he could feel towards Ruby was honestly a farce. Especially now. He just wanted her to give him attention. Also..."Say it. I need to hear you say it."

Ruby got the memo. She shuddered accordingly. "Sempai-"

"Please?" He was planting kisses on her collarbone now, running his hands from down below to up above. This time, under the shirt, finding something incredibly fascinating: Ruby wasn't wearing a bra, basically going commando. It was good, he then made sure his love pecks lasted a good minute. He did glance up though, guiltily, seeing the way she pouted at him. Like it's his fault her body wanted him.

Jaune had to take a mental vibe check at his phrasing, as he finally realized that he's telling himself that unironically. Even crazier that it's kinda working.

Besides the point. "I wanna make you feel good, and take you as mine forever." He meant that shit, for real. His eyes hardened into hers at it too, the beginnings of his cookie loli breaking down her newfound rationality were happening. Or often buried rationality, since Jaune still remembers the cafeteria troubles before this all began. "Didn't you want me earlier today? You're squirming just the same...?-"

"I mean yeah b-but...I..." Ruby squirmed, soul silvers looked away for their own comfort. Finding the darkness off to the side more interesting than his love-bound concern, absolutely saddening. "You'll be gentle, right? A-and we're kinda in a bad spot too. People could see us! You're just so bulky now and I've never seen it before and-"

Jaune stepped back, retreated his hands from Ruby's shoulders, cleared his throat, then untied his cape. She watched, getting progressively more confused as he gently laid out the rosey red cloak onto the stone tiles. Surprisingly expansive at full size, perfect for two, even if Ruby questioned it. "Eh? What's this?"

A dirty foot prodded the cloak's edge. Jaune found the somewhat soft texture-whilst on hard stone-quite good. So, he held out a palm to his Pretty Girl, warm smile from cheek to cheek on his face.

He liked being a chad, really did. He can say stupid romance stuff yet still make it look good. Feels fucking great man, an absolute white pill.

So Jaune continued beaming down at her, taking a joyride on the actual honest-to-God human hierarchy of wowing women. "This is the place women are born. Where we finalize our everything with our conjoined love." The palm stayed out, but it's owner got closer to the Pretty Girl, who looked damn near redder than the cloak itself.

Definitely softer too. It's hard to claim anything else after watching her little white shoulders wrap under a perky-and definitely still growing-bust. With her thighs squished together, any confidence in her stance absolutely scuffed, growing wet splotch spot where her core would be. Yet most of all? She glowed in the moonlight.

It cascaded onto her features wonderfully, capturing all the little things that he loved: her frizzled and undone red-black locks, pouty face tinged with want and excitement, little socked feetsies once on their tippy toes now bounced on their heels nervously. All of it describing a wonderfully built girl's white moonlight pale flesh, creamier than freshly whipped heavy cream. Hell, probably tastier than it too.

She's his spotlight in the moonlight, yuh.

Jaune's palm remained, but as the seconds to minutes ticked by, the paleness of his Pretty Girl's face didn't. Her willpower included, as she shyly laid her hand on his. When she didn't remove it, Jaune locked his lover in, leading her unto the cloak.

"I can't believe this, Sempai." With gentleness he's quite proud of, Ruby was laid out onto the cloak, on her back and everything. He'd giggle about it, but the hormones were real, so he could do nothing but heave out breath after breath while she flushed in embarrassment. "My dad would be so pissed if he saw us."

Jaune hummed. Crawling over to her, then onto her. Or, more accurately, with his torso lording over a supple loli body with desire. Practically caveman desire, as he did nothing but humm and grunt.

It went noticed. She rubbed her face with a long drawn whine to the heavens. "He'd absolutely kill you, then lock me up in a tower or something."

He didn't grab her arms quite yet, but the edges of her pajama pant's waistline were showing. So he prodded the fabric periodically. It riled her up, bringing forth many cookie loli tremors. Also an overwhelmed loli body's pleasant squeaks, poorly verbalizing the want inside her. In the form of a strangled moan, the sparkle in her big ol' shiny silvers too.

Jaune grinned at her, confidently. His eyes must've reflected his desires, as Ruby shuddered extra hard while looking at them. "I'd survive, and find you still." After all? "You're my woman, my love, my wife."

That did wonders for her reddening cheeks. For him too, at least.

"S-So." She gulped, hand fidgety with her tank top's edges. Like she was unsure about if lifting the loose fabric ends up was a good idea. Showing him all the goodies worthwhile to touch. "You're really gonna take me like this?"

Jaune raised a brow.

Ruby kept on staring him down though, too lost in her own uncertainty mixed in with a burning body's want and need. "Like what?" He saw the moisture down below, how it actually stained her pajamas with physical proof of her womanhood. It flared his own hormones, made him feel all poetic and romantic, ready to praise the heaving young woman's squishy body. Not literally though, she'd probably call it a heresy to say it like that. Pyrrha too, now that he's thinking about it.

"H-here." She wheezed. "On the floor, in front of an old historical statue of actual heroes. In front of the entire schooling system not asleep at this hour! Literally deflowering me on my own cloak-at midnight-out in the open!" Her body shook. "Plus it's kinda cold outside, y'know?-"

Her hands found his joined onto them. The cold she spoke of already, in their minds, he could tell, numbing itself into obscurity with every moment of their continued contact. Why else did she not complain about their chilly surroundings earlier? He was a living blanket, and planned on properly putting her to sleep. Not before warming them up.

"Hey." He tightened his grip, her hands had no escape.

"...Sempai?" The excitement was there, that was good, he's getting hyped.

"I'm gonna lift up." Jaune kept quiet, a comforting whisper for a breathy cookie loli, he's sure. "And I'm going to make us feel good. Make you feel good, lover."

A sharp intake of breath, somewhat louder panting. "Mhmmm?"

"You ready, Ruby?"

"...I…" She paused, then let out an anxious exhale with her eyes closed. In determination he found them again: glossy with emotions more profound in his mind then even the shiny moonlight lording over them. "I'm ready, lover. M-Make me a woman!"

Ya head that, Jebodiah?-

Yes. Just shut your fuckin' mouth real quick, I'm-shit, that's not good-doing something over here.

Jaune would've frowned at his undeservedly poor treatment. However Ruby's shaky firm gaze was much more a priority at the moment, probably all the moments with her were if he'd wish to get all poetic. Ya know, like he feels like doing.

He counted to three. Silently. Staring down the gripped on tank top edge with Ruby in equal care. If it's of any sin, Jaune kinda rushed the last quarter of second three, as her breathing quickened, making him notice the completely tented bulge from his underwear.

Slowly, they watched her shirt lift, and lift, and lift. Until he held the shirt around her shoulders, intriguely taking Ruby's chest in. Completely, flesh to flesh.

Two perky strawberry nipples, sharpened by careful arousal and need. Blood-red summits of two equally healthy pale-white mounds. Her heaving breath pushed them up to down, highlighting them in all the proper ways, Jaune thought.

"Be careful with them." She warned, Yet sounding all the more nervous for saying so. "I'm delicate. And, I-I have to be honest: the womanly stuff earlier today wasn't real...I'm just not confident like that-"

He pressed the non video game equivalent of x to doubt that. Ruby was probably a little sex demon deep down, needing a fool like him to awake the sexy-times in the heated moment . Or, she's being honest and he's just madly in love with her. Or both. Both were good.

Jaune's thumb met one nipple, the other captures a fleshy mound comfortably. She jolted and whimpered, especially when that digit of his pressed itself-gently, but still-into the nipple mound. It squished her once inflamed breast, yet doing much more than calming it or annoying it. Her heavenly tunes told him so.

She closed her eyes, arching her back into him. Good girl. "Keep going…!~"

It alternated: left thumb pressed down and schmoozed about, right thumb dug into supple flesh and claimed her teet. Perfect opportunity for him to suckle the budding flesh himself, which he did fervorously. Like he's an actual man baby with a mommy complex, reliving the more comfy years of pre adolescence in the squishy breasts of his young lover. "Hah…! Gentle, I'm not a momma..."

Yet. But hey, besides the point numero tres, Jaune mused. So too did he muse scraping teeth across her bosom, overtly gentle as both precaution and inexperience. Irrelevant, as Ruby's mouth cried the sounds of properly intense babymaking either way. You'd think he already entered her, jeez.

"That's...hmmm…" Jaune found her other teet, subsequently finding less gentle suction onto it beneficial for her continued high. In terms of actual marijuana, he reckoned, the sound of her squealing again-under a patient tongue coating her areola with loving saliva-would be equivalent to an acid trip. Maybe what he had, only less skeleton man, or more Jaune D'Arc wishing for loli milk from the cookie loli.

Already her hands buckled into his locks, tightly so. Her legs curled around behind his knees. Jaune had the feeling they're not gonna have a condom ready, but oh well. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm...eh!"

Jaune smiled into her breast, but pulled back with a sloppy pop of the lips. He found her gaze absently glossing over him, hands superficially controlling. One tug to the side would be all it took to subvert his entrapment, if Jaune was that much of a douche to call it that.

He totally was, so he made sure his Arc grin went wide whilst calloused hands tendered the cookie valley of creamy goodness. With an event horizon of sweaty Ruby face redder than her own namesake. "You're 'eh?' I thought you were Pretty Girl."

"I'm gonna faint in a second." She groaned, tugging his face in between her valley for the time being. "If I keep on getting fucked like this. I'm too wet for teasing, Jaune...can we take a moment and just, I dunno, relax?"

"Relax for what? Don't you wanna feel good?" She totally did, but Jaune liked casually bullying her into orgasm, or in general. His personal motto these days is this: he respects women by beating them, just very lightly. Mentally or otherwise.

"I swear to God, Jaune-If you keep doing that to me I'm going to one hundred percent cream my pajamas, and leave you here to carry a cleanly licked cookie loli back home." She was breathtaking, literally. Her legs were curled a little more too, ankles completely around his back knees. "Put it in. J-Just take me like you said you would."

She shimmed her soaking pajama pants around. Frowning. "Do you see that? I'm literally underwater, you're drowning me!"

"People who're drowning don't argue with the water."

"You're not the water! You're the guy drowning me!"

"You wouldn't be able to argue with him either-"

She squealed frustration to the heavens, then meet his bemused facehole comfortably pillowed inbetween loli tities. They're not even small per say either, just kinda moderately sized for her age. Jaune guaranteed in a year or two they'd fill out to something like Yang's, if not slightly smaller. "Yeah? I'm arguing with this one though! And you know what? I'm gonna say something naughty!-"

"Do it." He smirked, getting himself nicely situated on her comfy chest. Ruby took an arduous moment simply adjusting to his hardened muscle meshing her tiny frame against the cloaked stone titles, every moment was pure borne greatness made sexily manifest. "Do it. Or I'll jerk myself off and shame us both." Kidding of course, but he's feeling like a fucking unit right now, all that testosterone hitting a peak.

Ruby started, found him wiggling his eyebrows, then sucked in a mega big breath, cheeks again flushing in what he'd guess was preemptive embarrassment. "Big brother I want you to give me your big juicy do-"

Nope. Can't have that. Jaune quickly pinned her arms above her head, silencing Ruby's sinful admissions. Yet his girl had the nerve to give him nothing but smug loliism. "No. We're not quoting an anime that's quoting a make believe web novel about incestuous love-making between an older man and younger woman." He frowned. "Stop looking so interested in the concept I'm talkin' about too, you hidden heretic-"

Ruby seemed very comfortable with him manhandling her down. Not offering a lick of resistance, beaming all purdy-like. "I told you, I've got a knack for hentai!"

And older men men, apparently. Not that he's helping himself.

Jaune growled. Kinda conflicted on the way she gleefully gave him power over her, panting adventurous excitement while his meaty forearms shoved her back knuckles into the cloak spread. "You said you believed in Monty?-"

Ruby pouted. "I do! Which is why I kinda wanna curb my lewdness with your penis! I also said that this time!" She shook her head, conflicted. "Fuck, I'm not thinking straight. Literally take me-"

You know what? He did.

Without warming, Jaune slid back, taking those cutely snug pajama bottoms in his hands. Then proceeding to rip them to fucking shreds with a roar of victory. Much more bearable than his foolish Pretty Girl's squeal of frightened excitement.

Black. Black lacy panties. With reddish rouge inside layering that looked understandably sticky. She's unreliable at the current because Ruby found her entire womanly confidence consumed by him asserting physical dominance. Sputtering loli nonsense, unsuccessfully struggling against his Aura hardened forearm.

He gave her a grin, meaning business. Finally. "I'll start slow, and give you a bit of something I've just recently figured out with Pyrrha. Something absolutely fuckall fantastic."

"Y-Yeah?-"

Her legs-by the ankles-were hoisted up by his other hand. Ruby sounded like a sugared up pitbull puppy left out in the backyard unsupervised, but damn if he didn't wanna pull out his painful erection and get his dick wet.

Ruby just silently stared incredulously at her lover at work, which simply means Jaune holding the small bean in place while sliding his underwear down.

The Arc shaft has arrived: tightly flopped against her wonderfully squishy thigh. Went noticed by her jolted body immediately. Ruby whined, desperately trying to shimming somewhere near it, to no avail. "Ah-ah! Hold on Rubes, let me tell you something real quick."

Jaune was stupidly amused right now, but mostly horny, so he kept Ruby's confusing suffering brief. "I'm first gonna fuck your thighs."

"...Eh?!-"

"Then," he stressed, pushing his man meat into the gloriously even newer valley of loli sexy dreams: her thighs suck him in, though unfortunately not enough to cover his inflamed cockhead smushed near her core. Ruby gasped at the intrusion, he groaned in satisfaction. "I'll go all the way. I just wanted this really badly." Unhealthily bad. Jaune sometimes dreamt of these thighs in particular.

Now? His Pretty Girly merely swallowed her doubts, mesmerized by the intruding creation tool poking through the pale-fuck, that's good-yet fit huntress-in-training loli thighs. She even poked it, shuddering when it throbbed a greeting.

Jaune wanted to ask if she was ready, but grew impatient, then proceeded to mentally say fuck it whilst he physically did. Fully back, fully in.

She gasped, he kept going. Rut in, rut out. "That's...OhmyGodSempai~!"

He groaned, building up a good pace fairly quick. Boosted by the squeaky moans and mystified gasps fire-working out her mouth. Jaune only worried about keeping his release extended, something Ruby naturally made a challenge: every thrust was accompanied by a chipper whimper, her perky breasts bouncing in sync with his meaty womps into her silky backside. It wasn't pleasuring her quite like it was him, yet Ruby hummed the tune of sensuality to his whims all the merrier.

Eventually, Jaune let go of her arms, focusing instead on hoisting her little legs not across his shoulder. In a precise-while still bucking away, brows furrowed-twist, Jaune flipped her onto her side. She still gaped up at him, but now Jaune practically stole her bottom half, rutting into it from above with impunity.

"A-Amazing…" Ruby whispered, gently massaging the tip whenever it rammed into the fleshy comfort thigh gap. "It's so hard, a-and warm. You're gonna-wait." She shuddered, he felt it stimulate him all the more, her beautiful face twisting in shock as well. "You wanna put this in me?!"

"Uh-Huh." Yeah, her tight thighs were his weakness. Jaune forced himself to slow down, transitioning into sensual fuck-thrusts from above, meeting her anxious gaze with a gaping jaw of his own. "Everything. To the brim."

She frowned at that, watching his cock slip in and out some more. Jaune took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss, which she didn't hesitate in reciprocating. It was sweet, yet chastely slow. Just like the throbbing cock wetting her thighs. They were noisy too, all groans and satisfied moans.

Ruby gently pushed him back, but held his face with concern, biting her bottom lip. The face of a cookie loli needing forgiveness, or attention. He'd do anything. "Sempai? I'm sorry for being difficult and stuff. I-I just don't know what I want sometimes-"

"Yeah?-"

"Yeah." She rubbed her thighs together, digging into her bottom lip at the budding wetness they both can see literally staining the cloak underneath her panties. Ruby had some good control, Jaune realized, despite her horniness today. "So please forgive me, and take me however you'd like and stuff. I'm all yours…"

Jaune hissed, speeding up again. She gasped with the meaty movements. So too one hand of his gripping her rubooty in between smacking it into jiggly red. She let him do it. Do everything.

He fucked, smacked, heard her cry out for him, then did it all again. The squishy flesh sucking his cock in felt practically depressed to see him rutt away whenever he did.

The fantasies were overwhelming his addled mind, so Jaune figured to let them loose real quick before getting to the meat of the Ruby lovins. "Ruby? Say that again. Elaborate."

Her rubooty jiggling with his thrusts, genuinely breathy concern, and little girly noises at his thighfucking were driving him mad. The-despite the craziness, yet still a little crazy looking herself-happy smile on her face sealed the deal. "I'm all yours, Jaune. I'm your little cookie loli with creamy white thighs." She rubbed them around experimentally, Jaune groaned. "The feel of your…"

She hesitated. Giggly, yet embarrassed. "Hardcock fucking away against my body feels really good, Jauney-kun. Please cum for me lots and lots! Cum inside my squishy thighs~!"

Okay. Yep. Fan-fuckin'-tastic. Fantasy fulfilled. It took nearly two years, but the last dregs of his Gamer porn desires have been fulfilled. Nevermore, man, nevermore…

Jaune curled into her, not before flipping the panting sugar girl onto her back. He jolted into the sexy loli thighs at just the right time, as his cockhead-barely past her squishy chamber-began his first cloying salvo of love juice all over her torso. "Fuck."

"Ooooh…" Ruby flinched, finding a few more extra spurts of it hitting her chin. She didn't mind the material at all, honestly the opposite: when Jaune took a moment to lean into her perky rubooty for comfort, Ruby curiously prodded and tasted some of his release. "I'm...w-wow, you came so much for me…?!"

With sticky fingers, she slurped some down. Jaune would comment on the inherently supreme sexiness of it all, especially while he felt himself not only slowly gain his sex drive again, but also that feeling of acquiring another sembalance. However? He was currently comfortable backing in the mini glory for the moment, grunting quietly to himself when a fet more creamy strands covered her creamy tummy with sticky love. "Mhm. I've always wanted to do that. Always."

"Even before the whole foreskin thing?" Ruby looked curious, and amazing. "I'm honestly glad. Everyone has things they want other people to do for them. And if my boyfriend likes to fuck his loli's squishy thighs?" She giggled, licking her lips of residue Arcborne release. "Whose to say I should deny him? Or not eat up this salty goodness~"

"Fuck, Rubes." He sucked in a breath, already feeling a quarter chub coming on after that display. "You said you're nervous, yet time and time again, you've got this natural sexiness. I don't get it."

"Eh? Whatcha mean by 'sexiness?'" She tilted her head, absently rubbing excess sticky goodness onto her chest and nipples, finger dainty-like in its trajectory. Inadvertently getting herself all worked up, even while she gave her dreamy attention onto him.

Jaune deadpanned. "That. You've been unsure about doing this all night, so we've traveled an emotional rollercoaster of me touchy touching you while you're all like," he made sure his voice was nicely raised several octaves too. "'No Jaune! Don't spank me like one of your Mistral girls! I'm innocent and not able to handle big boys with big cocks!'"

"Hey!" Ruby squeaked, but-Jaune guaranteed Ruby thought she was sneaky-he saw her legs slowly slink back to their place at his back knees. Ruby lied as easily as she breathed, it seemed. "I'm just a first year student, Deputy Headmaster! It's hard to be honest with authority, y'know." That's extremely true, he knew because Ruby's supposedly flustered squeak a moment prior was now transformed into a quirky smug grin. He loved it, but she's such a brat. "Especially when that authority makes you wanna literally drop your pants, maybe also stop putting the lewdness away and let him do...things with you."

Jaune tapped his head with two fingers, emphasizing the big brain powers he's got. "Like unprotected sex in the school courtyard. Pretty creative, right?"

She rolled her eyes, but laughed delightfully loud. "You're the one pointing it out! I'm just here to loose my virginity, y'know?"

"Brat." That might have to be a new nickname sometime.

Ruby giggled to herself, yet stared him down all the while running tiny loli hands across her tummy and up to her her cream colored mounds. "Heh, y'know what? I like doing this stuff Sempai, being lewd together is fun~!" Her soul silver shimmered in what he'd describe as 'ornery love.' "Can you pretty please get me naked n' stuff? I'm in need of some more touchy touchy."

She did a double take, grin slowly blooming on her face. "Can your...hehehe...can your Pretty Brat get fucked like a good girl? Daddy's Good Girl-"

He stared, frowning mock disappointment, she giggled and curled into herself. Jaune wished he got angrier at that last nickname, but unfortunately he had issues. "Nah, you're gonna have to be Cookie Brat now. Or somethin' stupid like 'lolly dolly.'"

She pouted, meeting his eyes again. "Eh? I'm not pretty anymore?-"

Suddenly, she stopped. "H-Heh?!"

For good reason too: Jaune's digits found her panties, gently pressing them down into the sticky undergarments and rubbing the irresistible folds just out of reach. He hummed, taking triumphant delight in her newfound weakness and subsequent squeal moans. "Sempai-"

He pushed the panties away, finding a sight for his sore eyes to glimmer in hope at. A cleanly shaven mound with puffy pink lips. Glistening wet with the day's collective abuse. Jaune leaned towards it, breath groggy and fingers deft. They parted the puffiness with tender care-

It...came. Ruby squirted a healthy drink serving of liquid girl cream all over his fingers. Jaune blinked, thoughtfully rubbing those fingers in to gauge her react-

"CUMMING!" She screamed, lost in euphoria. Her head slamming into the ground beneath, entire body shaking with fulfillment. It was visibly disruptive: her mouth gaped in overwhelmed delight, legs shaking like tree leaves. He held his breath. "Fuck~! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!-"

Jaune had an epiphany just then, feeling his member once more coming to functional fruition, under the verbal assault of a convulsing Cookie Brat. He rubbed it gently over her moisturized core, to her ignorance for the moment. It gained full mast soon enough, so Jaune figured to get her attention a more provocative way.

Her eyes shot open from her high, feeling his cockhead squish across her labia in little love circles. Jaune meet those eyes with a raised brow. "No comment? We're finally doing this."

She squealed.

He took that as a positive.

In slow, careful arches forward, Jaune pressed his unfettered head inside the fold's fleshy entrance. Ruby breathed in, stunned to silence.

Jaune caught her needy gaze, then nodded. "Be ready…!"

She wasn't ready, in no loli hollering capacity did his lover not express the verbiage of a minor getting painfully impaled by something veiny and long. With a pretty decent hold, Ruby pulled him in behind his shoulders. She wanted to be held, Jaune curiously mused.

"It's in." He whispered, getting a muffled 'mhm' while she tried to do anything but nearly hyperventilate. Jaune was more controlled about his lust this time, even if the warm loli love tunnel was desperate to squeeze the life and liberty from his member. Jaune pushed some more, at least his bulbous head deep inside her. They both croaked in pleasure at the approaching union. "Also tight. Fuck."

She 'mhm'd again, but it sounded more like a fire extinguisher splurging out its final volley. Still incredibly wonderful on his comfy member.

"...Hey, lover? Can you tell me something?" Jaune grumbled, intrigued and pleased at Ruby's enlarged nipples raking against his bosom. "You doing alright? I can feel you squeezing and it's insane-"

Ooooooh. That's new. She pushed in, getting a good one forth member painfully tucked past her folds. Her muffled cries into his chest broke his heart, though, so he gently pulled her sobbing face up for a comfort kiss.

It lasted, even after Ruby found the silent strength within her too continue pushing. Until the point Ruby pushed their lips away, breathy and determined. "Go all the way. Everything you have, Sempai. I-I probably broke my hymen and-oh Monty-am bleeding n' stuff, but y'know what?" She squeezed, in multiple ways. "Break me, S-Sempai...please?"

Can't argue with that, so without further ado, he pushed. To the hilt, ignoring her continued and energizably muffled screams into his shoulder. Comparatively lithe loli arms clawing painlessly stimulating nails into his upper back. He's locked in, a missionary on the most primal mission there is. Mating.

Once again, this was epic. More than that, though, it felt absolutely divine.

Every little rabbit-like rut that followed extracted muffled Ruby noises from her. Well and truly losing all personal sustainability in the wet slap of his balls actually hitting more then just her thighs. It met rubooty and rupussy. Rough, to completion.

She held him like that a few minutes, adjusting to the presence of enlarged cock hitting her cervix each and every single fucking time. Her tiny Ruby-hole havin' a struggle with taking punishment for the moment. At least her screams evened out to occasional shudder sobs, it was actually wetting his shoulder

But his lover never told him to stop, instead she held him closer. Even when his primal growls broke her resolve and forced her into minor convulsions. Jaune's body overpowered in every single way imaginable, he couldn't imagine the crackpot of emotional rollercoaster craziness inside her head right now. The sweat mixed in with strawberry shampoo on his shoulder told him enough. He just hoped their squished torsos made her feel better.

Eventually, the screams quieted down, changing in pitch to something Pyrrha did just a few hours earlier, when he experimented with Aura bound penis stamina regeneration. It worked great, but is a struggle after a couple times. Luckily, protein bars were a good pick me up that's managing him almost two orgasms now. He was trying to keep both of them outside side though…

But her legs were locked, small little flesh sticks barely able to encircle his defined posterior fucking into her quivering body. Ruby tried her best, and whined her best to him as well. Right in the ear, so that every breathy moan and poorly thought out desire all came to him. Just as she herself came to him.

"Jaune?" She whined, biting at his earlobe gently. "Jaune. I'm feeling good now, sososososo good." He grunted into her, she stuttered. "Ye-ah. I sorrys for earlier. Please fuck my brains out. I'm a good girl for daddy."

Okay, this is epic-

No it fucking isnt. Jaune groaned for doubly that reality of not Jebodiah saying that, but simply he himself. Also, for the feeling of forcibly gripping her love handles tight, fucking into her abused loli pussy like a cocksleeve. Which it was, which she was. So tiny, perfect for breeding.

Ruby got less coherent. Repeating herself quietly, simply letting herself numb down in the pleasure. Whimpering into his ear with every particluarly heavy fuck into a tight womb. She was his, Ruby accepted that, as her legs accepted him reaching into her deepest cavern. Pulling Jaune in without intention of him leaving.

He was close, Ruby knew, gaining a mellowed out kinda...anti rationality. "You're warm. Super duper warm." The fingers having a hay-day on his back stabbed down to his thrusting behind, weakly helping it romp into her. In random intervals, mostly squeezing his firm booty for comfort, more likely. "I feel you throbbing. My big daddy wants to come, y'know? Your dick is so stuffy and stressed, isn't it?"

That's not-

Nope. Yep this was fine. One hundred. Daddy fetish? Child's play, Jaune could handle that

Jaune mumbled along, burying his conflicted frown into her sweaty neck nape, closing his eyes. Aura was a blessing, never more so than when used to fuck your petite girlfriend into cold hard stone under the moonlight, using her cloak as an improper sex blanket so your cock could comfortably go balls deep. Thigh fuck and tiddie suck included, as an extra bonus to satiate his sexual deviancy.

He didn't need to see himself glow a gentle white, hearing the shimmering glow of his Aura probably melding around them. "Probably full of yummy cream for his best Cookie Brat. All for her, no one else."

Ruby licked at his earlobe, silent giggles sweet enough to install type two diabetes. Or was it one? Jaune didn't know, he's lost in the cookie sauce, man. She's talking again, sounding kinda lewd. "I want Daddy's cummies, all for his best girl, his good girl, his loyal girl-" she moaned, temporarily off track of being off-her-rocker when his penis hit that special spot thingy he's heard about. That's just a guess, though. "Fuck, Sempai's cock is big. He was right! I love him! I love Beacon! I love God! Hallelujah! Yes!" Worrying correlation to their Holy Oum, but okay. "Fuck me, Myeah!"

She transitioned her hand one that helped him hump into her, moving it to his hair, grabbing tightly. Whispering sweet somethings into the moistened earlobe. "Sempai finally noticed me. He's amazing. Blake isn't, she doesn't understand the no-homo love between Gamers-"

Is she having an aneurysm? Cuz Jaune feels like his penis was gonna have one in several seconds. Besides the fact he should've been concerned at the open daddy fetishism she expressed. A problem for another Jaune in another time.

Ruby's lewdness is the direct opposite of a horribly extended cock and ball torture session. He's going to cum really soon and that's probably not fine…?

Jaune didn't know, could barely think either. He's an animal in action, sweaty hands fucking his cumhole's petite Gamer Girl body onto his cock with the heart of a womanizer. Truly, Jebodiah should be pleased. The feeling of Ruby's soul gem thingy in him certainly was a testament to that. "Sem-pai? L-Lover?!"

"Mhm?-"

Her everything tightened, Squishy legs pushing him into an even squished flesh womb most of all. A youthfully scandalous voice of want, need, and all manners of victorian lewdness whispered their desire into his prodded ear. "Cum with me Sempai! Make me a woman and wife and momma and lover." It grew a somber tone, yet weirdly meaningful. "I love you. I love you~"

Huh, that sounded nice, Jaune absently realized. That's why he blanked for a moment then curled into her. Forcibly, absolutely compounding her existence to a flesh hole maximally covered in sticky hot white cream. All else were pretty decorations of pale yet reddened skin heaving in ecstasy, squished protectively under a solid man-meat body. Her hands punctured his Aura, Jaune could feel the blood being drawn on his back, just as he felt her legs crossed strongly over his buttcheeks.

Every spurt made her heave, every movement made her shudder, and every kiss made her humm sweet nothings into his mouth. They rode it out together, until Jaune stopped groaning into the next splash of seed coating her love canal, while she whined encouragement. In the dulling agent of sexual release, he rested his forehead against her own, delighting in the scent of dulled strawberry.

…

…

…

Ah, shit. Ruby fell asleep, peaceful smile on a flushed face. Red-black locks sticking to her forehead. Jaune sighed. "That's another one. Huh."

Slowly, with little pleasure jolts in the aftermath, Jaune unsheathed his member from her. It came out well enough, so too the absolute stream of leftover cum not already dripping down across their love cloak. Already making a pool. All without his snoozing loli lover saying a single word, too busy with being glowly under the moonlight, beautifully filled to the brim with his cum.

He's happy that his indulgence was thighs, and not missionary creampie. Otherwise he'd have to make the 'two years of semen glopping endlessly into Ruby' joke. If he's not butchering a cherished May-May in the afterglow of fucking a minor unconscious. Jaune gave negative shits at that poor word choice too.

"Aight." Jaune groaned, stretching his arms out wide, staggering to his feet. "I'll...fuck, I don't know how to explain this shit." He scratched his head. "Maybe Ruby wanted to stay the night over? Got lost in transit so they simply ran to the forest for spontaneous forest friendship time? No hanky-panky included?"

There was a morbid pleasure in watching Ruby's cum soaked and flooded pussylips continue leaking his mark. Body spread out rag-doll style in her contentment. Skin clammy looking. In other words: fucked, like a Cookie Brat should be.

Jaune took a gander at the midnight moon, then the quiet surroundings. Concluding nothing more but already present pleasantries about the world. Ruby still slept silently, along with the rest of bottom text society.

Yet not Jaune D'Arc, Deputy Headmaster-for a solid day-Of Beacon. An absolute madlad like he isn't ready to be a normally functioning flesh-creature, who does silly things. Like sleeping in the arms of your lover, preparing himself for a new day proper, or not thinking about doing victory fork knife dances with a dirty penis half erect-and nothing else but the balls in his sack with him. Completely barren to the world. Especially the statue's world, which he really should apologize for.

But! He didn't. Instead Jaune grinned to The Heavens, and roared.

Another waifu, another nut busted, another potential pregnancy scare, and another victory for Chad Jaune. Unitarian unugly bastard of Beacon.

It was time, Jaune nodded.

Time for a quick victory royale.

With The Waifu Gauntlet in hand, one glowing light brown soul gem and two much darker red gems noticeably more pronounced, Jaune raised his arms up high, head raised, The Truth on his tongue.

"In bottom text society." He whispered, cool ocean eyes seeing the moon see him. "I am become Chad. I am inevitable."

Promptly, Jaune D'Arc preformed the most disgustingly glorious orange justice dance ever to grace the World of Sanus. Aura boosting his capabilities to video game like heights. The Deputy Headmaster taking their position for whatever you'd call this superme balled cock flexing session. As his actual penis flopped under the moonlight night. Covered in sperm, loli juices, and virgin blood.

Jaune Arc has been fucking merc'd. In his place? The 'D' is inserted. Into women, into school, into their simulation.

Truly, he is peak performance, needing nobody but himself-

Jaune stopped, wide eyed: a pale-white mesh was warping out of his skin, bypassing his Aura even now. Jaune tried hitting himself, but the material only meshes away form the blows, speeding up its exit. Whatever it was, his strength wasn't enough punishment to stop it. Yet.

It goobed together before him, bubbling on the floor into a shape. A thing. An existence...? Was it-

The Brine manifested, wheezing on his hands and knees. Prone on the courtyard tiles, lost in his own thoughts, as he barely acknowledged their surroundings. Jebodiah Brine has entered the chat, yet only beat his skeleton fits onto the stone benwth him, hissing inaudible gibberish to himself.

"Hey?" Jaune walked up to him, cautious, even more so confused. The hooded skelman contuined his coughing, like before, but still suspiciously held onto his side. Identical to where he held at the cafeteria, it's possibly a correlation or some shit. "You doin' alright man? You've been quiet and angry. Mostly quiet."

The Brine coughed, Jaune raised a brow. "That's really fuckin' concerning dude, how's a guy gonna talk to himself when his self is silent-"

On the courtyard tiles, Jebodiah Brine beleched, spraying white sludge outta a pudgy-fat skeleton face. The material bubbled horrifyingly for a quick minute, before-like the wind-it disappeared into the night. Becoming small specks and dots, orbs reaching towards The Heavens yet nothing more. Subverting the skyline with an impossibility. Jaune sucked his teeth in. "What the fucks up, Jebodiah? What's not popping right now?!"

He turned his boney face to Jaune, pinpricks sadly dilated. Somber frown from skeleton cheekbone to cheekbone. He pulled his Arc embalmed trucker hat around, but gently smushed it against the floor, where it disappearing into the specks. Jaune met those pinpricks, speechless.

Jebodiah Brine, sucked in his teeth. "Jaune...I...I'm sorry bud. I'm just..."

The skeleton man rattled on boney kneecaps before him. A collection of worryingly numerous specks clouding around his lower ribs.

"I'm not you anymore."

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Yep, this is happening boys. The next evolution of The Waifu Collector: rebellion against the self.

Or, more accurately, the childish personification of the self, transforming into a higher archetype. He'll still keep the gauntlet powers though, as it'd be redundant to anything otherwise.

I do have a small question though. And I'm fucking serious when I ask this.

Why are you reading this? What value is here in your mind? Out of a group of say 500-1000 people, why're you still here? Just to suffer?

Really curious on that. I know my answer, but ya know.

Also, press f to soon pay respects to our sans undertale jschlatt shadman herobrine rip-off in the following chapters. He's basically the amalgamation of Jaune's overreliance on technology, and aptly named for the entertainment mediums as such.

He's basically sans undertale in apperiance though. Sans undertale. Sans Undertale.

I love to say it, don't know why. Anyways, take care everyone. I'll update soon enough.