It was a Friday afternoon when Lie Ren was walking in the woods nearby Forever Falls. What normally is his free time to study was interrupted when he received an urgent message from Jaune.

Ren! This is an urgent message! Come to the spot where we normally hang out when the others think we are studying.

So, there were moments in which Ren would relax and smoke rapier-laced marijuana with his best friend/teammate. Anyway, he knew with the sloppy handwriting of Jaune's note, he knew something was off - either his right hand was cramped from his overly excessive masturbation sessions or there was trouble. Recently his poor, deluded, and possibly virgin Jaune has spent numerous nights emptying his spank bank on Loudcest, Pinecest, Aki Sora, School Days, and Bible Black hentai. As Ren stuffed the note into his pocket, he reminded himself that he needed to arrange some kind of intervention for the blonde or else risking his wrist getting locked up in battle.

He sighed lightly, trying to erase the thoughts of his friend's nightly ritual. The brunet hoped for the former as he did have plans with his best friend/teammate Nora that night.

They were having a study party.

She wouldn't get into detail but informed him that it was very vital to make his attendance for it was Health, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology-related. And Ren did love to study.

He was quite tiltilated, if not surprised that he was the only invitee to the party. He assumed that the others have previous engagements.

It was a quarter after three when Ren made it to the shed. The corrugated metal shack where Goodwitch and Port dropped their instruments for class was also their headquarters for comic book reading and marijuana smoking.

Or in today's instance, central command.

Ren gave two loud taps to the door, followed by three quieter taps. There was silence for a few moments. Suddenly, he heard the unlocking of the door. Before the brunet could speak, he was pulled into the room.

Jaune was pacing. He was short of breath. His eyes looked bloodshot. Overall, his right hand was twitching (which concluded Ren's earlier hypothesis). Jaune was gripping his hand on his chest. He appeared to be panicking.

"Hey," said Ren as he was dusting himself off. "Got here as soon as I could. What's the sitch!"

Jaune turned to the concerned Ren as he was dropping his backpack to the floor. "So the drama," said Jaune worriedly. "So the drama!"

"You look famished and parched," said the concerned Ren. "I have some water and granola bars in my backpack."

Jaune waved his arms. "No thanks! As of now, anything you give me wouldn't even matter. I don't have any taste in my mouth." He shivered as he crossed his arms and gripped his shoulders. "Holy Esdeath in heaven!"

"What's the matter? I hope it isn't another slap from Weiss again."

"No! I mean, not today!" Jaune didn't want to think about another fierce slap from the Snow Princess. However, compromising positions with a redhead-brunette teammate in the basement of the school was a story for another time. Jaune walked to the end of the shed where he retrieved his backpack. Ren looked at the backpack in particular.

"You're alone," asked Jaune.

Scratching his chin, Ren confirmed Jaune's question.

"Good! As if no one knows."

"You know I wouldn't reveal the secret location of our headquarters," interjected Ren. "On the soul of Nana Shimura, we made a pinky swore. So what is it?"

Jaune pulled a notebook out of his backpack. Ren could tell that it was a black spiral notebook.

"So, it's a notebook!"

"No, dude! It's what is inside the notebook that is going to question the direction of our future of Beacon."

"Our future!"

"Yes!" Jaune grabbed Ren's collar. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"

Ren waved his hand from Jaune's face. "I can't tell which one is in a worse mood - you or your breath?"

Jaune sighed, dropping Ren back to the ground. "What's the point! We are already screwed anyway. Even now as we speak, the walls are closing in." He paused momentarily before shoving Ren's shoulder. "And screw you, baka!"

Ren raised his eyebrows. "How much weed did you smoke today?" He coughed. "Better yet, which Connect did you go to? I thought we were going to stay away from Torchwick for a while. That man puts anything in the herbs for us to have a silent night."

Jaune bit into his lip. "Screw that Great Value Prince wannabe! He isn't the one in danger! We are!" Jaune began panicking once more. "Dude! We have to leave town! We have to leave Vale!" He was reaching for his cell phone. "Let's go to Japan! We can make brand new adventures as Pro Heroes!" He was walking back and forth, continuing to pace. "I'm spiraling! Oh, Dio in heaven! Mommy help me!"

SLAP!

It was a slap to Jaune's face by his best friend that calmed down the nervous blonde. "Thanks, man! I am calmed down." He grabbed his face. "Damn, you slap harder than Weiss!"

"Jaune, take a deep breath," said the assuring Ren. "You're all over the place. Like your taste in your hentai catalogue." It's one thing about your thing about incest, it is another thing about going into Astoflo manga. Yet again, he is waifu for everyone.

"Ren, trust me that what I am about to tell you would make those catalogues minute." After moments of trying to regain his composure, he reached for the notebook. "Dude, in this notebook are things that are going to blow your mind. Things that you wouldn't believe me if I tell you." He opened the notebook. "In this notebook are things that are going to threaten our futures."

"Our futures?!"

"Yes, do I need to spell...nevermind." He gave Ren the notebook. Ren took the notebook and began skimming the pages. Jaune was on his phone as he tried to find an Uber or a Lyft nearby that could take him and Ren out of this village. And after what Jaune read, he knew it was only a matter of time.

Upon turning, Ren crossed his arms. "Doesn't seem anything crazy to me."

"You don't find the info in the book threatening?"

Ren pursed his lips. "Whoever wrote this has a very perverted mindset." He whistled. "I am surprised their hands aren't cramped like yours."

"First, aren't you a charmer," retorted Jaune. "Second, you aren't concerned about the content?"

Ren shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing out of the ordinary." He leaned on the nearby chair as he continued examining the notebook.

There I was. I saw Jauney today wearing those cute underwear he always wears. God, do I envy that ass. I envy the very article of clothing that is covering him. I wish I could snatch it off from him. I would love to do things to his supple body. Licking him down and basting him like a turkey. I would place my love juices over his big, hot piping cock that I want to speak in tongues. I love Jaune! He gets me wet. Wet! I am wet! You know what else is wet and hot and sticky? Blood! Like when I saw that dragon bitch speaking to him after school. Who does that fucking shrew think she is for wanting to take my man? I would rip that whore to shreds and drown her in the lake like the worthless slut she is. I would get crushed glass and sprinkle it like sugar into her food. I want her to suffer if she thinks she can take my Jauney! She is mine, bitch! Noone can touch him, love him, kiss him, feel him, lick him, fuck him. ONLY ME!

"A woman in heat," commented Ren. "Judging by the obvious watermarks. And by watermarks, her personal juices, she is appealing for you." He closed the notebook. "Looks like poor fanfiction to me. Or the journal of a typical teenage girl. If anything, you need to talk with this person. I believe you have met your match."

"How would she know about my underwear?"

"Newsflash, Jaune! You are unashamedly uncaring when you flaunce around the dorm with it," answered Ren.

"Just keep reading, Ren," said Jaune as he forcibly opened the notebook for Ren to read.

What does a girl have to do to have Jaune's kits? It is good enough that it is hard to sneak into his dorm without his pesky bitch of a Spartan friend interfering and the dumb pancake-loving bimbo in the way. But it matters not. Thanks to what I can see what this book can do, I am able to make him do the things even if he wants it or not. Because Jaune is my hero and no one else's.

Ren didn't look convinced as he closed the notebook again. "Jaune, it seems like once again, poor fanfiction or a diary. I am sorry, dude, but I don't see any problem."

"Look at the date," said Jaune.

Ren looked at the postmark date of the written entry. "It was a week ago. It was during our holiday break."

"Exactly!" Jaune took steady breaths as he tried maintaining his composure. "I wanted you to keep reading because the things she put in that notebook actually happened."

"And who is this she?"

Jaune raised his finger on each side of his ear. He used his fingers to wiggle in the air. Ren raised his eyebrow. "Batman?"

"NO!"

"Ant-Man?"

"NO!" Jaune decided to raise two fingers on each side.

"A cockroach?"

"Oh my goodness!"

"Can you just say it?"

"I can't. I am afraid she might be listening. After all, I did snatch this from her."

"Who, Jaune?"

Jaune groaned loudly. "Oum, I can't make this any easier. Well, I guess I will have to continue reading the diary to show proof of my transgression." He walked toward the door and placed his back against the door. "Here's the crazy story of how everything went down."

A week ago….

Jaune stepped out of his dorm after binge-watching Servamp over the last few hours. Scratching under his arms, the teen knew that a bath was in order. However, he put his thoughts to the side as he ventured toward the corridor to see if his care package from home arrived.

Nothing brought great joy to the blond when getting his mother's world famous teacakes. Of course, his sisters would send him other knick knacks. Saphron would send pictures of Adrian in his penguin costume. Joey would give him one of her many dolls and maybe a hairclip. Julie will give him another Edgar Allan Poe book. For his precious Junko and Jan, another copy of a summons to appear in court. And as for Joan, another study guide as she believed that any grades below a 95 were horrid according to the twin.

As he made the corner to the common room, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the couch. It didn't surprise the teen to see it was the Faunus herself, Blake Belladonna. The black-haired beauty was sitting there modestly as she was reading a book. Although it wasn't the first time seeing her reading. The teen was like a composite to Ren, in a sense. She appeared calm, relaxed. Just a gentle beauty reading leisurely and without a care in the world.

Jaune decided not to disturb her, seeing that she was really entranced in the book. He kept his church mouse stance as he bypassed her. He tried looking straight ahead until he heard the closing of the book.

"Jaune Arc!"

As if on cue, the antennas were alert when hearing her savory voice. Immediately, the blond turned to the Faunus as she placed her book to the side. The brunette crossed her legs delicately, appearing as though she was preparing for a teen ceremony. She produced a smile. "Surprised to see you up at this hour."

"At this hour," questioned Jaune. Matter of factly, the teen wasn't aware of the time. With Ren and Nora away for the weekend, he didn't give it much thought. Scratching the back of his head, he politely asked, "what time is it?"

She looked at her watch. "Just a few minutes after midnight."

Jaune didn't think an anime interesting of that caliber could make him lose track of time. Yet again, curtains closed (especially with duct tape) as he tried poorly to portray himself as a vampire could make things like this happen. "Golly, didn't realize the time." With that mind, he decided to question Blake, especially with her attire and her being up at this hour. "Your reason for being up?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just wanted to catch up on my reading is all." She raised her eyebrow, pursing her lip. "Is that okay, Jaune?"

The tone sent shivers to his spine. Her voice was like a siren, attracting anybody who comes willfully or not. Honestly, he wasn't sure about the whereabouts of the others since he decided to keep to himself this weekend. "Where are the girls?"

"Ruby and Yang are visiting their father. The same is for Weiss," she said calmly. "I hope you do know that we are on holiday."

Before Jaune could answer, she interjected. "Relax, it's a school holiday. Everyone will be back in a week." She pointed at him. "Something tells me that you have been certainly out of the loop."

"What makes you say that," asked Jaune inquisitively.

"Do you always showcase your boxers in public? Especially in front of a woman, Mr. Arc?"

Jaune was wondering why it was feeling chilly in the room. The effects of binge watching after eighteen hours of having anime fever. While he was covering himself, he was met with laughter. "Just teasing with you, Jaune. We all have our moments. So never you worry."

He bowed apologetically. "Sorry, Blake."

She nodded in compliance. "There is no lying in your voice. I can sense it." She clicked her tongue. "So, where are you heading at this hour?"

"To the mail room downstairs," answered Jaune. "Going to see if the family sent their care package."

"Charming," replied Blake. "If it is your mother's world famous teacakes, I have milk tea to accompany such flaky goodness." She stood up as she was picking up her book. "Well, let's not stand here and be idle, let's go!"

Back to the present….

"Wow." Ren took a sharp breath as he lied on the floor. "Firstly, I want to say am I receiving secondhand smoke because why did I see your flashback?"

"It matters not," said Jaune as he stared attentively at his friend. "What I am conveying is that you are aware of the girl I am referring to and the events that are happening."

"Bl…" Jaune hissed loudly, halting Ren to speak. "Let's say Ba-la-kay," exclaimed Jaune. "This book is more powerful than you think. I can feel her all around her and I can hear her calling for me. I know that she is looking for me."

"I am confused," said the concerning brunet.

"This book and anyone who is written in this book have strong connections inside and out," explained Jaune.

"So what does Bl...Ba-la-kay have to do with this?"

"Let me explain further."

Back to a week ago….

After putting on his Beacon sweatshirt and blue jeans, Jaune and Blake went to the mail room to retrieve his items. He could smell the baked goodness coming from his mail slot. After retrieving the package, he and Blake were returning back to their dorm.

"Do you care if I join you in your room," asked Blake. "I can bring some oolong tea and scones. We know that you are the human garbage disposal."

"I am going to pretend that it is a compliment," replied Jaune as he was entering the building.

"Guilty," replied Blake. "You are the reason that there are choking hazards."

"Ha, ha, ha," replied Jaune sarcastically.

The duo returned to his dorm. He was fortunate that he had removed certain items from his earlier session. Servamp wasn't the only thing occupying his day. There were intermittent moments in which manly responsibilities were at hand. What could he say? He was stuck in a boarding school filled with beautiful, lustrous women. It was the grace of Oum that he had self-control.

"Make yourself at home, Blake," said Jaune as he turned on the lights. "I am going to get the plates."

"Sweet," she said.

"You can tune on to Netflix or Hulu," said Jaune. "I am borrowing Jan's account anyway."

"Ha! The fallacies of being a broke teenager," retorted Blake.

Damn, Faunus! What's with the backhanded quips. "It isn't being broke if it is economical."

"Sure, Jaune!" Blake positioned herself on the couch. "Say, Jaune. It is going to be you for the week, right."

"Yeah! Not unless war was declared or Ozpin wanted to be an ass," said Jaune. "Why?"

She pursed her lip. "Just an observation." She snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah! I forgot to get the tea and scones. I will be right back. Don't go away!"

Jaune shrugged his shoulders as he watched Blake leave the dorm. A sigh of relief filled his mind. Sometimes, it wasn't easy being around the Faunus. The best way to describe their relationship is intricate, introverted, and somewhat intrusive. The latter was more so on her end as she would barge or make her presence known without any warning.

He overlooked those thoughts. Reading too much manga and watching anime could make any teen speculate on various scenarios. Grabbing the plates, he walked to the living room area and hopped on the couch. Deciding to watch more suitable programming, he was in search of American Dad!

"It's not C-SPAN, but it does discuss politics," he said to himself about the political activist Faunus. While placing the plates on the coffee table, he noticed the book that Blake was reading earlier. It was a spiral notebook and it didn't have a title on the cover. He was thinking that she probably removed the book sleeve. Thinking it might be an erotica novel, the blond decided to take a gander of the book.

The book was written in cursive. It appeared to be more of a journal entry than a novel. Jaune scanned and flipped a few pages until something caught his eye.

My heart melted when the Adonis asked me to go to the mail room to receive his package. I was titillated, tantalized in the pleasure that my beloved wanted me to go with him. If he knew how much he fills my room. The countless days, nights I wanted to be alone with him. The amount of times I had to change my sheets, change my underwear. Every fiber, every quilt soaked with my juices as I got off to the thoughts of this Vomit Boy I called my husband. Tonight was the right night. I am grateful for the fortunate, yet unfortunate events that happened to my beloved sisters. Poor Yang and Ruby! Their father drives through rough terrain only to have his brake lines cut. I didn't do too bad. Just enough to keep them occupied for a while. Weiss was the lucky one. Her family has security. However, a white lie about a bomb threat at the Schnee Dust Company allowed Weiss to be worrisome. I could explain further about the others, but they too are occupied with fortunate, yet unfortunate events.

It is me and Jaune together. Alone. And we are going to be alone. Jaune is going to invite me over to his dorm and we are going to watch 'American Dad!' He is going to become curious and he will read this book. Of course, he is adorable and quite nosy. But, that is okay.

Jaune, honey. Say no if you like but I want us to exchange our precious gifts- our virginities.

And I won't be taking no for an answer.

And Jaune, you will try to resist. I already know that you are to get out, but the forces of nature are preventing you from leaving me. There won't be any more interruptions. I will have my way and I will be sure that you are fertile, there won't be any Pyrrha. Hell, no Tsuyu or Ochako. This is it. As soon as you finish reading this, I am going to envelop you with my love.

Jaune felt a cloth being pressed on his mouth. The person pressed hard enough to subdue him. The person grabbed his neck with one hand and his face with the other.

"Don't struggle! Don't struggle! Don't. Struggle," said the feminine voice.

As he was stirring into unconsciousness, he had recognized the voice.

"There we are. Don't fight it, Jaune. Just go to sleep. Let the euphoria take you away," said Blake.

"Blake," he said while struggling.

"After this, you will be calling me your girlfriend," she told him in a whisper. "And after tonight, your mistress."

Or better yet, your bride.

And this time, my dear authors, don't you dare FUCKING stop me! No cuckolding! No infertility! A happy ending and he will like it. Or at least learn to like it! Tata!

To be continued….

BD: Well, damn! You heard the lady!

GOTA: It's still Team Greenshade!

BD: It's Knightshade for now, baby!

GOTA: Whatever! Stay tuned!