Pyrrha had finished doing some emergency tutoring on some basic academics that any young huntsman should know but Jaune had no idea about, and she'd thought that it would be nice to try just talking normally to him. Maybe he'd come to realize that he loved her, if she had the chance to grow on him outside of sex. Obviously the sex was still important, but, feelings were too, weren't they? She just hoped she wasn't going to fall even further into the friend zone with him.

Unfortunately, it seemed like she was. After managing to chat for just a little bit about the various ongoing competitions, other up and coming huntresses and huntsmen from other countries, Jaune took the conversation to a completely different subject: Weiss.

How beautiful her singing voice was. How great her dancing was. This video he'd manage to get of her snoring and blowing a bubble and wasn't it so incredibly cute? Inwardly, Pyrrha pleaded: No! It was gross! Realize it's gross and stop liking her!

He didn't, sadly. He just kept going on, and on, and thanked Pyrrha several times for helping him build up confidence, and how even once they stopped being suckbuddies (no!), he hoped they could still be friends.

There had to be something she could do. Some way to make him associate sex with her with romance, without outright starting trying to romance him. That would definitely ruin things. She mostly tuned out of his loving description of Weiss's cheekbones to try to think of something, anything. Was there some way to concatenate a romantic date with sucking him off or getting fucked in the ass? Her attention snapped up to him when he said: "...write her a love letter or something."

"What?" She sputtered. "Sorry, repeat that last sentence?"

"I was saying, since she's warmed up to me, I was thinking I could write her a love letter or something. Maybe if I put it nicely enough, she'd do something with me?"

No, this was terrible. The situation was becoming impossible to sustain. She nervously bit her lower lip as she stared into Jaune's lovely blue eyes, trying to come up with something, anything, that could keep him together with her. Stage one: make sure the love letter failed. "Why don't I help you write it?" Now she'd committed, she needed something she could do, some way she could mentally draw an equivalency between fucking her and romance. Could she suck him off as he wrote? No, he'd probably just about forget her presence altogether. She'd wind up under the desk and out of sight, as little more than the masturbation aid she pretended to be.

"Oh, that'd be great. You're a girl, so you understand that kind of thing," Jaune said, genuinely smiling at her. She needed something, anything...

Wait. She had it. "We'll need you to really get all your feelings out, so we'll be doing it in an environment to encourage it."

* * *

Pyrrha was naked, on her hands and knees. This wasn't their dorm room, but a small, half-empty utility room that was seemingly completely disused, and currently had its door forcefully locked shut. Even somebody with the key wouldn't be able to open it. The cool tile floor seemed to send a tingle through her system as she rested there, on her hands and knees, just waiting for the first stroke.

"Is this really going to work?" Jaune asked.

"You need to be focusing on the most powerful feelings you have for Weiss - what's more powerful a feeling than sex? When you look at her face, do you start trembling from the knees and collapse?"

"Well, no..."

"But you do when you come, right?" She glanced over her shoulder at Jaune, his hard cock pointing up at the air, but not yet having been pressed inside her. She'd lubed it up with her mouth in preparation - he hadn't complained, even though she hadn't explained how it helped with her plan. Maybe she was growing on him? "That's because sex is a more powerful romantic feeling than mere appreciation of beauty. You'll want to channel that feeling into your letter to Weiss. She's probably received love letters from guys thinking about how pretty she was plenty - how many from guys who were physically experiencing the ecstasy of sex when they wrote them, who channeled that feeling into their writing?"

"I guess that makes sense. Does this really work?"

"It does, trust me," Pyrrha said, and that seemed to break off the last little bit of resistance that Jaune felt. His monstrous cock pressed up against her puckered rosebud, and she relaxed every muscle in her body, closing her eyes and accepting his length as it ground slowly, purposefully inside her. Her thighs twitched as her cunt throbbed, her body quietly wishing he was taking her virginity instead of fucking her ass again. She wished it too, but she resisted the urge to say anything.

She heard the pop as Jaune removed the cap from the marker she'd acquired for him. He leaned forward, tip at the ready, as he slowly worked himself inside her, a low groan escaping his throat. "Tell me what you write as you write it," she said, her voice a little jittery from the pleasure of being assfucked by the boy she loved.

"Ah, right... fuck," Jaune panted out, twitching as his cock bottomed out inside her. "I'm going to have to hold still, I don't know if I can manage to write while I actually fuck you. This will do, right?"

"T-totally," Pyrrha agreed, her toes curling up as she restrained the urge to start fucking herself on his cock now, or to plead for him to stuff that beautiful cock of his inside her waiting pussy. "So? D-describe your feelings for, for Weiss. Don't get, get physical." She wanted to pretend that it wasn't Weiss he was talking about, and it'd be hard if he started mentioning silver hair and a slender body. "Mention your feelings. Your emotions. For her." She panted, a bit of spit slipping out of her mouth as Jaune's cock twitched inside of her.

"Right." Jaune paused, then she felt the scribbling start. "I love you, Weiss-" Pyrrha. "Just seeing you makes my heart light up. My mood, hnng," he sputtered a bit, and she felt the marker squeak across her bare flesh as her ass intentionally clamped down on his cock, trying to mess him up. If he messed it up, they'd have to do it again. Soon enough, he'd be mentally associating being inside her ass to feeling romantic, and from there, it'd be easy to convince him he ought to date her instead of Weiss.

"Your mood hnng?" Pyrrha asked. She did her best to sound sweet and friendly. She didn't want to come off as teasing him, since she didn't want to be like that bitch Weiss. She wanted to be utterly devoted to her beloved Jaune.

"R-right. My mood, always goes up, whenever I see you happy. When you look down or upset, I feel down and try to think of anything, I could do, to make you feel better." Pyrrha felt goosebumps run along her skin from Jaune's intense and romantic words, the sheer power of feeling coming through them. "I'm really trying my best to learn to be a good Huntsman for your sake. Even if you don't feel the same way back-" of course I do, Jaune! Her cunt pulsed and throbbed at the silent, unspoken knowledge that he wasn't writing it to her, "-then I'll still hold onto these feelings, because just having them, makes me a better person for it. Thank you for gracing my life with your presence Weiss." Pyrrha. At that point, he came, unable to hold himself any longer, the marker falling from his hands and sliding down the tile floor as his hands firmly gripped her ass cheeks.

"That was, puh, pretty good," Pyrrha sputtered out, a bit of spittle escaping her lips.

"Really?"

"For a first draft," Pyrrha corrected, and Jaune visibly wilted. "We'll keep at it. Do second and third drafts." And fourths, and fifths - as many as it took! "You don't want to upset Weiss with something half-assed, do you?"

"No, no!" Jaune agreed.

"Great. Good." Pyrrha panted. "Okay. Take that washcloth there and wipe me down."

"Shouldn't I take a photo first?" Damn.

"Oh! Yeah, that's right. Do you know how to do it?" She wasn't worried at all about Jaune spreading her photo around. First of all, he wasn't that kind of guy. Second of all, if he was, she could tell Weiss as much, and there was no way that Weiss would pursue him at that point. She almost half-considered framing him for it, but that would be way too far for her. She wanted him to love her without forcing him into it. She wanted him to see how unfitting a partner Weiss was without needing to be tricked into a position where he had no chance with her. At least, not in that way. If he was too timid with Weiss, and that meant it took too long, that would be totally fine, wouldn't it?

There was a snapshot sound as his scroll's camera went off, and any hope he'd fuck it up faded from her. Still, her pussy was hot, as he wiped away the writing. "So, what kind of problems do you think there were?"

"You need, hng-" his massive, fat cock was still inside her ass, lodged in there and occasionally throbbing in place, "-your feelings are good, but you can't, can't, rely on them alone. After all, you could, fuh, feel that way, about any, girl..." Her eyes were practically rolling out of her head. Jaune just hung on her every word. She wished he looked at her that way when she was doing things other than telling him how to seduce Weiss.

* * *

She had managed to get the love letter watered down to the point where it could be mistaken for something more platonic in nature, justified it by saying that if he came on too strong, Weiss would just think he was exaggerating. His confusion - "Wait, but aren't I supposed to be expressing my intense feelings?" - had taken her a bit of doing to talk around, but she'd managed in the end.

She knew the whole letter by heart. She'd gotten a copy of it herself (the photo of it written all across her back), and it didn't even mention Weiss's name, even though it was currently placed on Weiss's desk. The silver-haired girl took it and started to read through. Inwardly, Pyrrha recited it:

I can't help but express how much I admire you. I want to be a good member of our team to support you, and only you. Only you make me feel this way - you're just that wonderful, so sweet and kind. I hope one day you'll care even half as much about my thoughts and feelings as I do about you.

Pyrrha pretended not to be entirely focused on Weiss as she read through the little letter. The other girl's cheeks started to glow, and she glanced around, clutching it tightly to her chest. No... she was supposed to not realize it was romantic! No, there was still plausible deniability, there was no way she'd reciprocate outright off the first time, yeah... she still had a chance.