Happy New Year guys, hope you enjoy

P.S this chapter has explicit content

Chapter 48:


"*Yaaawn*" Neptune opened his eyes, blinking several times as they adjusted to the early morning sunlight in his bedroom. Tilting his head up, he looked to his left to see Weiss soundly asleep. He grinned as he took a moment to admire her; her long white hair let down from its usual ponytail, her light blue tank top that bared her shoulders, and the scar on her left eye which, in his opinion, only added to her beauty. He remembered their date last night, and despite not having sex, they had done the next best thing. It still blew his mind how she could multitask like that.

His thoughts were cut of as the urge to urinate reminded him why he woke. Carefully climbing out of bed, he left to relieve himself. When he came back, he looked at his alarm clock: 8:34 am. "I've got an hour and a half to be at work, and Sun should be returning from his run pretty soon. I think I'll make some…breakfast…" his thoughts trailed as he looked back at his bed. Weiss was still snoozing away, but she rolled over, pulling the covers up to her ear. His gaze drifted down to her bare feet, which became exposed as a result.

It was an invitation too good to ignore. He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the foot of the bed. Her cute little soles were illuminated by rays of sunlight peering through the blinds, and her toes were polished a rich turquoise for today's shoot. He knelt, reaching out with one hand to trace a finger along her left foot. He traced across the pads of her toes, then up the ridge of her arch, around her heel, then down her instep, adding two more fingers as he scratched it lightly. The way her toes twitched and wiggled in response sent his arousal through the roof, when suddenly…

"…Mmhm Neptune stop" he heard her say groggily, "you can do what you want but don't tickle me"

"Sorry" he whispered back. He stood up, grabbing a bottle of lotion from his dresser before returning. He unbuttoned the fly of his boxers, letting his stiff member hang freely. He then poured a small glob in his hand to begin stroking himself, lifting her left foot slightly to sniff under her toes. They weren't as pungent as yesterday, but the residual stench of her sweat was more than enough for him. Honestly, he could have stayed there for an eternity, but he knew he didn't have the time.

Setting her foot down next to the other, he leaned down to worship them, lapping his tongue from her toes to her heels. Their taste alone was nearly enough to make him cum right there, but he wanted something more. Once her feet were properly lathered, her stood up, pressing her heels together before grinding his shaft against her soles. "Oh my god~" he closed his eyes as if reaching nirvana.

"… …*sigh* That feels nice" he heard her say. He opened his eyes again to see her prop her head up with her hand to look back, "Enjoying yourself~?"

"Yup~"

"Hmph, well you still have to get to work, so let's make it quick" she said, bending her legs into the iconic 'pose'. He climbed onto the bed, remaining on his knees as she lowered them again to work her magic. Clamping him between her arches, she started stroking with a flawless rhythm; fast enough to satisfy, but slow enough so he can really feel her feet.

"Damn she's gotten good~" he thought, mesmerized by her ministrations. The wrinkles on her skin, the ease of which they pumped his length, there was no way he could last. "…Ugh, I'm close"

"I bet you are~" she said as she switched to rolling his shaft Firestarter-style.

"Aw yeah, she knows…Mmph! Uuugh god" without hesitation, he let loose, releasing all he had as his orgasm ran its course. Once he came down, he got a towel from the laundry hamper to wipe himself and her feet off, tossing it back with pizazz.

"You're not forgetting me, are you?" she asked, turning to lay on her back.

"No, of course not" he said with a smirk. He climbed back on the bed before retreating under the covers.

She bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling in anticipation. After her first-time last night, she could not wait to experience that pleasure again. Feeling him remove her underwear made her wet, and even more so when he rested between her legs. His warm breath sent shivers up her spine, and when his tongue licked her lips, her head cocked back in euphoria. She closed her eyes, tightly gripping the hem of the covers. From teasing licks, soft kisses, and gentle raspberries, her mind turned to putty in a matter of seconds.

"Mmmm~…*pant* *pant* huuuh~ *gasp* ooohhh yeah~" she was caught off guard when he pushed two fingers inside her, fucking her fast while his tongue remained on her clit. She tossed her head left and right, her chest heaving with every shaky breath. It took several minutes for her to be brought to the edge, and when he started curling his fingers with each thrust, that was it. "Mmnngh! N-Neptune~…huuuUUUUGHH~" her whole body tensed as the sensation of release numbed her mind.

When she relaxed, he crawled from under the covers to stand up, "How was that?"

"*pant*…Great~"


"*sigh* Alright" Jaune thought to himself as he approached his flat. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, "Hey, I'm back"

"*gasp* Holy crap Jaune, you look so different" Nora said.

"Heh I know, I'm still getting used to it myself" he said running a hand through his freshly cut hair.

Just then, Pyrrha came out of her room, wearing a Beacon University track suit and carrying a duffle bag. When she turned around, her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Jaune? Oh my gosh I almost didn't recognize you"

"…Do you not like it?"

"No! No, it looks good…really good actually" she said, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. "Anyway, I'm off to my volleyball match. You guys are gonna come right?"

"Of course."

"Yeah, we'd never miss a chance to see you guys deliver a thorough ass-kicking. Ren's gonna meet us there after his erhu class" Nora said.

"Alright, then I'm off" Pyrrha said walking towards the door. She stopped momentarily to give Jaune a peck on the cheek, before softly whispering, "I'll be sure to work up a nice sweat for you~"

The remark made him blush too. Watching her leave, he could not help but glance down at her tennis shoes, imagining what her feet will smell like after her match.

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"…God, look at him go. He's is such a pervert" Yang said.

"Can you really blame him? I mean look at them~" Blake said, teasingly rubbing her feet against Yang's. "Elegant pedicures, baby soft skin? How could he not rub one out~?"

"That is true, but jerking off in a pool? Don't you have any shame? You're lucky we have our own" Weiss said. They all floated beside each other on inflatable lounge chairs, with Sun, of course, manning the camcorder in front of them.

"Hmph, I bet he wouldn't care if we were in a public pool. He'd do anything to scratch that itch when he sees perfect feet like these~" Yang said flexing her toes back and forth.

"Speaking of which, it looks like he's about ready to explode. Should we count him down?" Blake asked.

"Please, a guy like this doesn't deserve one. Here…" Weiss said as they touted their soles beside each other for the final closeup, "Make a mess pervert~"

"… …Yeah, that's it. Now get lost" Yang said, all them shooing the camera away.

"…Gold. We might be looking at another best seller here" Sun said.

"Sounds about right. So, Weiss, Blake, are you guys doing anything after this? I was planning on catching the women's volleyball game at Beacon" Yang said.

"Volleyball? Doesn't Pyrrha play on the team?" Weiss asked as she took out her contacts.

"Yeah, she's our team captain. And if the team wins this match, they qualify for regionals. I want to go show my support since it's still too early for me to return"

"Sounds interesting, sure I'll go. Want to come too Sun?" Blake asked.

"…Eh, why not. I'm not doing anything else today"

"Great, let's get going"


A roar of cheers rang throughout the gymnasium as hundreds of attendees rooted for their favored team. In the center floor, two teams stood on each side of the large net; the Beacon Warriors, and the Vale State Panthers. It was the tie-breaking set, and the Warriors currently held a three-point lead. Each team huddled together in order to strategize, "Alright ladies, just three more points and the match is ours" Pyrrha said.

"Right, so how should we approach these next few?" Amber asked.

"Well, I've noticed their outside hitter's been slow when going to her left. I think she might have tweaked her knee but isn't trying to let it show. Keep hitting the ball towards her and let's win this thing. Ready?"

"Break!" the whole team said at once.

Each team then took their positions as Pyrrha picked up the ball. With a whistle from the referee, she served, hitting a perfectly arced shot towards the other team's setter. She, in turn, hit a setup shot for their right-side hitter, who tried to spike it down. Amber, however, was able to intercept the shot, allowing her sister Esper to hit a drop shot to the front and left of the other team's outside hitter. Just like Pyrrha predicted, she came up short, resulting with the crowd roaring again as the Warriors grew one point closer to their goal.

The next point was much more competitive. After the initial serve, both teams exchanged shot after shot, displaying exceptional skill and athleticism. The crowd continually gasped and awed, uncertain of which team would score the point. With a diving save, Pyrrha passed it to Amber, who set it up for Coco, who finished with a powerful spike, nailing the other team's baseline. The crowd cheered their loudest yet, chanting 'War-ri-ors!' as each team prepared for the potentially final point.

Pyrrha picked up the ball again. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her heart pounding with excitement and determination. She served, initiating another rally. Both teams were valiantly fighting to win the point; the Panthers tried a drop shot, which Coco was able to save with a high arcing lob, giving the Warriors several more seconds to prepare. Pyrrha watched their middle blocker hit a setup shot, knowing a spike was going to follow. Anticipating the line, she planted her right foot to make the save, when suddenly…

Pain.

As if someone shot her, a sharp pain exploded in her ankle, so severe she could no longer put weight on it. "AAAAaah!" she collapsed to the floor as the ball bounced three feet in front of her. She grabbed the back of her foot, writhing in agony as the crowd fell into murmurs of worry and concern.

"Pyrrha!"

"Are you Okay?!" Coco asked as her team gathered around.

"Agh, no!" she answered, struggling to fight back tears. This was the most painful thing she ever felt in her life.

Professor Peach, the team's coach, along with the training staff came over too. "How bad is it Pyrrha? Can you walk?"

"Ngh, no. It hurts to even move it"

"...Hmm...it might be your achilles. But we won't know for sure until we get a closer look at it" one of the staff members said.

The mere mention of that word made knots form in her stomach, "It can't be. It…I-it can't be" Pyrrha thought. What could this mean for her? For her future?

"What are we gonna do?" Esper asked.

"We'll figure it out. Help her to the locker room" Professor Peach said.

Two staff members nodded, hooking her arms around their neck before lifting her bridal style. Pain continued to pulsate up her leg as they carried her out the gymnasium. And with several tears having escaped their ducts already, she could not bear looking at the crowd.

Meanwhile, from up in the stands, Ren, Nora, and Jaune continued watching her. "Ouch…I hope she'll be okay" Nora said.

"…Yeah, me too" Jaune said, his eyes kept on the locker room door as the match resumed on the floor.

To Be Continued…