Problems With Dating the RWBY Girls

Chapter 42: Wild Card – Weiss Alter/Bleiss Schnee

Jaune had spent years dreaming about what his first girlfriend would be like. Generally, she had been similar to what he imagined most teenage boys fantasized about – cute, nice, with a huge rack, and utterly devoted to him.

"Oh, Jaune~" Bleiss whispered in his ear. "I think now would be a good time for a little rendezvous, don't you agree?"

Well, he figured that two out of four wasn't bad.

"We're in the middle of class, Bleiss," he reminded her.

She rolled her eyes. "What can I say, except that I like to live dangerously? Now stop being a little baby and take me here and now."

Then again, his parents had always told him to be careful about what he wished for, because he just might get it. And that had never been as true as when he had started dating Bleiss Schnee.

Oh sure, Jaune loved his girlfriend and all, but she was just a bit… insatiable.

Jaune frowned. "We are not doing it in the middle of class, Bleiss."

"Why not?" Bleiss asked. "Do you not love me?"

Her red eyes began to water, and Jaune sighed. "That won't work. Don't even try it."

Bleiss frowned, the fake tears instantly fading. "Honestly, you're so difficult sometimes," she said. "I can see that I'm just going to have to seduce you, like the stubborn man you are."

"And how do you intend to do that?" Jaune asked.

Her smirk told him that he was going to regret asking that, and his instincts proved to be right within about five seconds when Bleiss' hand snaked under the desk. He raised an eyebrow, but the motion of her hand along with the small gasps she was giving off told him everything he needed to know about what she was doing. He flushed red, while Bleiss just smirked at him.

"I know this is working on you," she said.

"You're insane!" Jaune retorted. "We're in the middle of Grimm Studies!"

"Oh, please. We could start fucking on the desks and Port would be too caught up in his stories about himself to even notice." Her smirk widened. "Now, are you really going to sit there and make me masturbate in class, or are you going to put those fingers of yours to work?"

Jaune grimaced. In a twisted way, she was making sense, though that could have been his own hormones and his desire to get his girlfriend off taking control of him.

"...Fine," he muttered, leaning over a bit to get his hand under Bleiss' skirt. "Move your hand."

She obliged, pulling her hand out from under her desk… and immediately started to suck on her still-wet fingers while looking him right in the eye. Again, Jaune flushed red, and she smirked.

He hadn't expected his girlfriend to be an absolute horndog either, but Bleiss had proven to be full of surprises.

Jaune put his fingers to work, and judging by the small gasps and moans escaping from her, Bleiss was enjoying it. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure why – this was the worst, most awkward fingerbanging session she'd ever received. Maybe her devotion to him was just that strong, but then again, that'd be weird, wouldn't it? Sure, they'd only been dating for a few weeks – ever since school started – but she'd never given him that impression before. Sure, she'd sneaked into his room a few times and climbed into bed with him after getting naked. Sure, she'd woken him up with a few surprise morning blowjobs before they'd even officially started dating. Yes, she'd mentioned that she'd like to have his babies multiple times during sex, and then leglocked him so he couldn't pull out, and they'd only been saved by the fact that each time, it was a safe week for her…

...You know what? Maybe she was obsessed with him. But that was okay, because he was kind of into it.

Just, you know, not when it was happening in the middle of class.

Bleiss suddenly seized, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming out. From the sudden wetness on his fingers and in her panties, Jaune knew that his work was done. He pulled his fingers loose, wiping them on her skirt a bit. He had barely managed to free himself when she leaned over and pulled him into a big kiss, which caught him by surprise.

"Ho-ho!" Professor Port called. "Young love, in my classroom! Attaboy, Jaune – why, you remind me of myself, many years ago..."

Jaune flushed red again. Thankfully, he was spared any further embarrassment by the bell ringing. He thanked the Gods for the sudden relief, both because he had managed to avoid another Port story and because Bleiss instantly grabbed his hand and rushed him out of the room, aiming for his dorm. And not a moment too soon, because his zipper was killing him.

Such was life when it came to dating Bleiss.

"I just don't get it," Yang said aloud. "What's so great about Jaune?"

Bleiss paused long enough to glare at her. "You wouldn't get it," she answered. "You're too dense to understand."

"Yeah, I said I don't get it. That's why I'm asking for clarification," Yang specified. "Like, sure, I suppose he's a nice guy and all, but is he really so great that he warrants you jerking him off under the table while we eat?"

"Yang," Jaune managed to gasp out. "I'm fucking begging you, please stop talking."

"Oh!" Bleiss said. "Sorry about that, my love – I didn't mean to stop. Here."

And just like that, she started up again, and Jaune bit back another moan. Yes, it was awkward, and he would have preferred not receiving a handjob at breakfast… but now that it had started up and all, well, he wasn't going to tell her to stop, especially not when she was so good with her hands.

Ruby squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable. "Look, I'm not a prude or anything, but… um… isn't this kind of awkward?"

"There's nothing awkward about sex, Ruby," Bleiss replied. "I get that you're a child and all, but come on."

"There is when it's in a public place," Nora said. "I mean, yeah it's hot, but there's literally a child present. Isn't that kind of indecent?"

"She's fifteen," Bleiss pointed out. "When I was fifteen, I was already using incognito mode on my scroll."

"Sure, but still," said Nora. "It's the principle of the thing that matters."

Bleiss scoffed. "Principle, she says. The only principle that matters is showing Jaune my love for him."

"Then can you show him your love when he isn't sitting across from me?" Blake asked. "Because I like these leggings, and I'd prefer not having to clean cum off of them."

Jaune gave a short moan, and Bleiss smirked. "Oops," she said, bringing her hand up to lick her fingers. "Looks like it's a bit too late for that, Blake."

Blake sighed, then stood up. "Guess I'll go change, then."

"Do me a favor and leave your leggings on my bed, would you?" Bleiss requested. "I think I'd like to wear them around for a bit. Plus, it's not like you're going to wear them again any time soon."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're super fucked up?" Ren asked. "Pardon my Atlesian and all, but seriously. You've got issues."

"Jaune doesn't mind," Bleiss argued. "Right, Jaune?"

Still in post-orgasm bliss, all Jaune could manage was a shaky thumbs-up. Bleiss waved him off. "See? Juane understands."

"I think you could get him to agree to anything at this point," Blake argued. "He's in post-orgasm bliss."

"Respectfully disagree," Ren said, shaking his head. "Give it just a little bit longer for the post-nut clarity to sink in."

"Is that actually a thing?" Yang asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was just a meme."

"There's a kernel of truth to it," Ren admitted. "Usually it happens after a guy has cranked it to something really fucked-up or regrettable, or otherwise had the kind of sexual encounter that requires an exorcism to fully clear the conscience of before you can continue on with your life."

"Why do you guys do this to yourselves?" Pyrrha wondered. "Can't you just masturbate to something normal, like everyone else?"

"That's the problem," Ren replied. "Sometimes, you spend so long greasing the goblin to normal porn that it gets old. So you start looking for something new, which inevitably leads you to more and more fucked-up stuff. Before you know it, you're jerking off to girls having pineapples shoved up their asses, or something else that's equally if not more degenerate."

"Dude, what the fuck?" Yang asked, gagging.

"You're all girls, so you don't get it," Ren protested. "Point is, the dick wants what the dick wants, at least in the moment. Naturally, the moment wears off pretty much as soon as you nut, and that's when the regret sinks in. So then you kind of do a mini walk of shame to the bathroom in order to clean yourself up or dispose of your tissues or whatever, then clear your browser history, and then just try not to focus on the fact that you just polished your big iron to a girl consuming a grocery store produce section through her anus."

"You're really all-in on this whole fresh fruit thing," Bleiss acknowledged.

Ren sighed. It was a sigh of heavy remorse, so heavy that the regret permeated the very air around them. "I'll admit nothing, but I've done some things I'm not proud of," he said. "I'm glad Mom and Dad aren't here to see their precious baby boy go down this path. I have brought great shame on my family name, and I am not sure how I can atone for my sins."

"What's that ritualistic suicide thing you guys used to do over there?" Yang asked. "Sudoku, right? We're not gonna have to worry about you doing that, right?"

"Seppuku," Ren corrected. "And no, I'm not quite that far gone."

"Is there a difference between the two?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"There is, but I won't bother explaining it to an ignorant gaijin like you." Ren crossed his arms. "Can't a man reflect on his shameful faps in peace, without someone worrying about whether or not he's going to kill himself by carving numbers all over his body?"

Again, Yang raised an eyebrow. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Like I said," Ren continued, "she's a gaijin."

"Surely, there must be a way to reverse this process," Pyrrha suddenly stated. "Because I'd hate to think that guys are just permanently stuck masturbating over increasingly degenerate porn."

"There is, but it involves giving up porn completely for a while, which very few guys want to do for obvious reasons," Ren explained. "Seriously, you all don't know how easy you've got it. Like, I get that girls like sex and all, but you don't have that same instinct guys do that sometimes forces us to do very regrettable things in order to get our fuck on."

"You'd be surprised," Yang countered.

"Oh, really?" asked Ren. "Go on, then. Explain to the rest of us all the fucked-up stuff you've rubbed yourself raw to. Actually, don't – I can take a guess: being tied up, being asphyxiated or otherwise choked, calling your man of choice Daddy, being verbally abused, and possibly maybe just a little bit of bisexual curiosity?"

Yang blinked, surprised. "Damn, you're good."

"No, I'm not. I'm telling you, girls just generally aren't capable of being as messed up as dudes can be. You all trend towards the same shit, with only a few rare specimens venturing out towards the darker reaches of degeneracy. Meanwhile, do you have any idea how many guys are furries? It's a fucking lot." Again, he crossed his arms. "I rest my case."

"What was all of this supposed to prove, again?" Nora questioned. "Well, aside from the fact that you could use a break away from your scroll for a while, and possibly that you could also use a good woman in your life, but I suppose that's neither here nor there."

"Honestly, I'm just waiting for Jaune's post-nut clarity to take over," Ren replied. "It's taking longer than I thought. Bleiss must be pretty good with her hands for it to take this long – usually it takes a few seconds for the post-orgasm high to fade and the regret to take over, not a few minutes."

"What can I say, except that I get plenty of time to practice?" Bleiss said. "My older sister always used to tell me that there are two surefire ways to win a man over – by keeping his stomach full, or by keeping his balls empty. And, naturally, when I first met Jaune, I knew I had to do whatever it took to win him over. Unfortunately, my cooking skills aren't exactly that great yet, so I couldn't really rely on those at all."

"You burned microwavable macaroni and cheese," Ruby said with a shudder. "Seriously, that poor microwave is probably still having Great War flashbacks about that. And I've gotta say, I'm not a praying woman by any means, but I felt compelled to say a prayer for the unfortunate squad of lunch ladies and janitors who had to scrape burnt cheese off the inside of the microwave. Seriously, Bleiss, how do you mess up that bad? All you have to do is read the instructions."

"Uh, excuse me, I thought cooking was supposed to be at least somewhat logical," Bleiss argued. "If it takes two minutes at three-hundred degrees, it should only take twenty seconds at three-thousand degrees."

Ruby balked. "That doesn't even make sense! You can't adjust the temperature on a microwave like that, and even if you could, there's no microwave in existence that could possibly get that hot! Bleiss, what the heck did you do to that poor machine?!"

"You're really torn up about this," Yang observed.

"I think I'm simply showing the right amount of concern for something that by all accounts not only shouldn't have been able to happen, but that literally couldn't have been able to happen! Seriously, why isn't anyone else worried about this?!"

Blake shrugged. "I mean, we've seen weirder. I once went to get a can of tuna out of the communal fridge and found that ice cream girl from Haven in the freezer, naked as the day she was born, shoveling Rocky Road into her mouth by the pint."

"Ouch," Pyrrha said, wincing. "Must have been a pretty bad breakup."

"Something tells me that didn't have anything to do with a breakup," Blake replied.

"What makes you say that?" Nora questioned.

"Well, she had one hand pouring ice cream into her mouth and the other working between her legs. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I don't exactly have much experience when it comes to bad breakups, mainly because my one and only breakup so far was more of a cause for celebration than anything, but I've gotta say, not once during my dumping of Adam Taurus did I consider eating my favorite food of choice while masturbating," Blake said. "So despite my lack of firsthand knowledge on this subject, I'm going to take the path of least resistance and just assume that she really, really likes ice cream."

Yang turned to Ren. "Dude, what the fuck? I thought you said that girls can't be as messed up as guys."

"I also said there would be exceptions," Ren argued. "So there you go, the exception proves the rule."

Bleiss glared at them all. "Can you all be quiet? I was in the middle of explaining how my relationship with Jaune started." They all quieted down, and she continued after clearing her throat. "So naturally, that meant I had to win Jaune over with my sexual prowess rather than my cooking skills. So after initiation was over, I decided to make him an offer he couldn't refuse – a chance to celebrate passing initiation with a night of passion. Unfortunately for me, Jaune is a gentleman, and politely turned me down."

"That's a fancy way of saying that he's so dense that he didn't even realize you were hitting on him at first," Yang remarked. "If I recall, you had to literally knock on his door while you were naked, then when he opened it, you had to point at your rapidly-moistening vagina and say 'Cleanup on aisle Bleiss, we need a tall blonde stud of a janitor to come lay some pipe to help deal with this leak.' And even then he still didn't get it, because he tried to point you to the tall blonde you were living with, AKA me."

"He's a gentleman who didn't want to rush recklessly into a relationship with a lady he barely even knew," Bleiss argued.

"Dude, he's as dense as a neutron star," Yang retorted. "I get that you like the guy, granted it's for reasons that still baffle me to even think about, but come on, at least be willing to admit to some of his faults. Density isn't even a bad thing, hell it can be downright cute in some instances, but let's not kid ourselves and pretend that Jaune rolled anything above a four in Perception."

Bleiss opened her mouth to retort, but in that moment Jaune managed to shake awake. He put his tongue back in his mouth and wiped the ahegao expression from his face, then wiped the drool away from his mouth before looking around, his gaze landing on Bleiss.

"Did you just jerk me off under the breakfast table and make me cum on Blake's legs?" he asked.

"Why yes," Bleiss answered. "As a matter of fact, I did. What are you gonna do about it? Gonna punish me?"

"Well, I think I have to at this point," Jaune said. "I can't just let you bring me to orgasm wherever and whenever you want, especially not in a public place like this."

"You know, a moment of silence for my soiled leggings would be nice," Blake chimed in. "These things aren't cheap, you know."
Bleiss waved her off. "It's just semen. It'll come off in the wash."

"Right, but it's the principle of the thing," Blake argued. "Whenever I wear these leggings, I'm going to remember that Jaune nutted on them. My eyes are always going to be drawn to the spot where his man mayonnaise landed, and even when it's been cleaned off, I'm going to be able to tell exactly where each and every drop initially wound up for years. I'm going to be able to still feel the points on my leggings where Jaune's baby batter splashed up on them, even though realistically, I can't really feel his jizz against my legs anyway."

"What's the problem?" Bleiss asked. "Because this all sounds like a great deal to me. I mean, if I could get Jaune to cum over my clothes so I could wear them around, I would."

"So do it," Blake said. "Get him to soil your own clothes instead of mine."

"I mean, I would, but I can't – these things are expensive, and I can tell you from experience that getting semen out of designer clothes is harder than you think," Bleiss replied.

"I thought you said it came out in the wash," Ruby pointed out.

"It does if you don't let the stain set," Bleiss explained. "But naturally, I let the stain set. Father wasn't happy about that one."

"I take it he doesn't like your boyfriend?" Pyrrha said.

"He doesn't," Bleiss confirmed. "But who cares? Not me. I'm not planning to be a Schnee past Beacon."

"I sense an early pregnancy and a shotgun wedding in your future," Nora commented.

Bleiss lit up. "I know, isn't it great?"

"Well, it's all a moot point, because Jaune isn't my boyfriend and I don't want his cum within at least twenty feet of me," Blake argued. "I'm not into scraggly blondes."

"What about that monkey Faunus?" Yang asked.

"What about that monkey Faunus?" Blake replied.

"Oof," Ruby said. "Somebody resuscitate Sun, he's officially got it down bad."

"Really bad," Yang added. "Someone might want to go and make sure he isn't trying to commit sudoku."

Ren sighed, shaking his head. "For fuck's sake..."

"Look," Jaune continued. "The point I'm trying to make is that you can't just start jerking me off in public, Bleiss. For one, it's quite rude to everyone else in the immediate area. For another, I don't think Ozpin appreciates having biological fluids show up all over his school. Finally, depending on where you do it, I may or may not be put on a list of some kind."

"That's one way of putting it, I suppose," Yang said.

"How would you put it, then?" Jaune questioned.

"I call it Vale's finest, most exclusive list of perverts who will catch a shiv in the back the instant they get thrown into prison with the rest of the dirtbags," Yang explained.

"Dirtbags they may be, but even dirtbags have standards – it's what separates the dirtbags from the even bigger dirtbags."

"And nobody likes those even bigger dirtbags," Ruby quipped.

Jaune stared at them before shaking his head. "Okay, whatever. Point is, Bleiss, I'm going to have to punish you for this."

"Mmm..." Bleiss said, licking her lips. "Punish me, Jaune. Punish me so hard."

"I will," he confirmed.

"Make it really hurt," she continued. "I want to feel it for days."

"Trust me, you will," he added.

"Oh, you dirty boy. I look forward to it."

"Good, because it starts now."

Bleiss looked at him with a hopeful expression, only for it to fade when Jaune ignored her and instead turned to Blake, then began giving her pointers for covertly removing semen from clothing, which is something that all men have to learn as part of their rite of passage into adulthood. Her annoyance only grew when Jaune continued to pay zero attention to her, and finally it became too much for her to bear, and she loudly cleared her throat to get his attention.

Jaune turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Bleiss?"

"Aren't you going to punish me?" she asked.

"I am," he insisted.

"No, you're not!" she protested. "Where are the whips, chains, and hot wax? Where are the nipple clamps and vibrators overstimulating me as you roughly take me from behind and pull my hair? Where's the surprise anal, or forcing me to choke on your dick? Where's the part where you force me to experiment with Blake for your own pleasure?"

Blake raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember agreeing to this."

Bleiss waved her off. "Oh, hush. It's not like it'd mean anything. It'd be purely for Jaune's pleasure."

"I don't care about Jaune's pleasure in the slightest, so no, I will not be experimenting with you in any way that has to do with sex," Blake swore.

"Hang on," Nora began. "Is this one of those things where you swear up and down that you're not going to do it, but then somehow it ends up with Bleiss eating you out while Jaune fucks her in the ass?"

"Fuck no," Blake insisted. "There is zero real-world scenario where that happens. That kind of situation can only exist in the absolute crudest of crudely-made porn, with no exception."

"I don't know," Yang said. "Get me properly sussed and I'd be more than willing to experiment with Bleiss and Jaune sexually."

"Yeah, but you're an absolute horndog," Blake pointed out. "You'd do it just for the thrill of it if you got enough liquid courage in you. Hell, with the right motivation, you'd probably do it just to say you did it."

"Well, fortunately for us, Yang won't work," Bleiss said, crossing her arms. "She's liable to break Jaune in half. I know from experience that I can take a pounding, but Jaune? No, he's meant to be protected."

"Thanks for that vote of confidence, babe," Jaune deadpanned.

Bleiss ignored him. "Anyway, my fantasy specifically entails being forced to experiment with another girl while Jaune takes me from behind, so unless Yang is willing to go without dick in that situation, it won't work."

"Say the word, sister," Yang implored. "I'll put that pretty little mouth of yours to work for a bit."

"It's… well, not really a date because this is won't be a regular thing, but I'm not sure what to really call it, so instead I guess I'll see you whenever Jaune is ready for you," Bleiss answered.

"Which is never," Jaune insisted.

Bleiss was surprised. "What?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty monogamous all-around, Bleiss." He shrugged. "I get that you're not really suggesting poly or an open relationship with this, but honestly, it's still too much for me."

Bleiss was dumbstruck. "But… but lesbians! Girls being forced to eat pussy! Doesn't that excite you?"

"Not as much as just getting to spend a night with you does," he said.

Bleiss actually swooned when he said that, letting out a sigh of content. "Oh, Jaune~ I knew there was a reason why I was instantly attracted to you!"

"I'm glad," he replied. "Unfortunately for you, this dick is off-limits for the weekend."

Her demeanor instantly shattered. "What?" she deadpanned.

"Uh, yeah. Welcome to the punishment zone, Bleiss. Enjoy your stay."

"You can't be serious," she replied. "You're withholding sex from me?"

"Yup," he answered. "Safe to say, I think you have a problem, Bleiss. You're downright obsessed with me, to the point where you're jacking me off under the table in the cafeteria and making me cum on my friends. And it has to stop, because sooner or later, I'm going to end up cumming on something a lot more dangerous than Blake's legs, and then we'll both be in major trouble."

"Damn, dude," Yang observed. "That's ice cold."

Jaune shrugged. "What can I say? Bleiss needs to be taught a lesson, and this is the best way to do it, because she's so in love with me that literally anything else would just result in me giving her an orgasm."

Bleiss crossed her arms. "You're unbelievable," she said. "You know what? Fine. I'll play your game, Jaune. I'll prove to you that I have some restraint when it comes to you."

"It really shouldn't be that hard," Blake pointed out. "Not to bring us back to this point or insult your boyfriend or anything like that, but it's Jaune. Sure, he's a good guy, but he's not exactly the pinnacle of sex appeal or charisma. For the life of me, I just can't see what's drawing you to him so intensely."

"You want to know what draws me to Jaune that bad?" Bleiss snapped. "Okay, fine – I'll tell you. Picture this, if you will: you're the heiress to a multibillion-lien company, the biggest on Remnant, with all the expectations on the world placed upon your shoulders. Your mother is a worthless drunk, your father is a bastard, your younger brother is a bastard-in-training, and your older sister isn't around enough for you to enjoy her company. You're completely alone. One day, you head to Beacon to uphold your family's legacy, figuring that things will be as they always have – expectations to uphold, false smiles to practice, fake friends to try to impress, the usual. But that isn't what you get. Instead, you run into a scraggly blonde who introduces himself to you by saying that his name rolls off the tongue and that the ladies love it."

Jaune flushed red at the memory, but thankfully nobody else took a shot at him over it, enamored with Bleiss' story as they were.

Bleiss continued. "You end up becoming friends with him, because he's the only genuine person your own age that you've met in your entire life. Slowly, you find yourself becoming more and more enamored with him. Sure, he's a complete dork, basically the opposite of everything you were raised to be and trained to like, but that just makes him more endearing – he's got a certain charm to him, a kind of adorkableness that's also mixed with the mindset of an old-school gentleman, plus romantic ideas of chivalry." She let out a content sigh. "Jaune was everything I was trained to despise in a person, but the more I got to know him, the more I realized that he was exactly what I needed."

She finished her statement, and the table fell silent for a few seconds before Jaune cleared his throat.

"That was very sweet, Bleiss," he admitted. "I'm touched. I didn't know you felt that strongly about me. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm capable of putting out a statement that accurately reflects my feelings towards you in the same way, but I can say this: I love you, Bleiss Schnee."

"Oh, Jaune~" she swooned.

"But I also have to say that, nice as it was, it's not getting you out of a weekend of abstinence."

Bleiss' smile faded. "What," she deadpanned.

Jaune nodded. "Oh, yeah. Don't get me wrong, it was a beautiful statement, but I'm still salty about you exposing me in public and everything, so yeah. No sex for a weekend."

Bleiss' eye twitched. Pyrrha grinned, shaking her head.

"This is too good," she observed. "How's it feel, Bleiss? To be clam-jammed by your own boyfriend."

Bleiss instantly snapped out of it. "Shut the fuck up, you Mistralian turbo-thot!" she shouted. "You're just jealous that I stole your crush out from under your nose! How do you like that, you red-haired bitch?!"

Pyrrha shrugged. "I mean, yeah, it sucks that my crush is going to go unfulfilled, but I can see that Jaune's happy with you, so fuck it. If staying with you is what it takes for him to be happy, so be it. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, I'll find someone eventually. But I can still at least enjoy watching you seethe about this."

"You know, the Atlesians have a word for these kinds of situations," Blake chimed in. "Schadenfreude."

Bleiss grit her teeth, then turned back to Jaune. "Alright," she breathed. "Okay. You think you have what it takes to outlast me when it comes to this? Well, you don't. I'll show you that I'm very much capable of controlling myself. As much as I love you, I don't need sex all the time to be happy, nice as it may be."

"I don't doubt that," Jaune said. "I'm not sure why you're turning this into a bet. I'm literally only doing this so you stop whipping my cock out in public, because that's quite rude."

"Well, I'm making it into a bet!" Bleiss declared. "I bet that I can handle this weekend of no sex better than you can, Jaune."

Jaune rolled his eyes, then looked back to the rest of his friends. "What do you think?"

Ruby shrugged. "Might as well take the bet, Jaune. It's just for like two days. Plus, she seems intent on doing this, so why not?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Jaune sighed before turning back to Bleiss. "Alright, fine. I'll take your bet."

A devious smile crossed Bleiss' face, and in that moment, Jaune couldn't help but feel as though he had just made a huge mistake.

"Good morning, Jaune~"

The sultry voice in his ear, coupled with the all-too-familiar sensation of someone rubbing him through his pants, caused Jaune to wake up, his breath coming out heavily. He shook away the sleep as best as he could, then looked around. Bleiss was there, as usual; also as usual, she was dressed in just a set of black panties, and even more usual, she was rubbing his groin through his pajama bottoms.

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting you horny," she said.

"I thought we had a bet," he pointed out.

She beamed at him. "We did," she confirmed. "The bet was that I could outlast you when it came to a weekend of abstinence."

"Then why were you jerking me off through my pants?" Jaune questioned.

"To get you riled up," Bleiss said. "The bet was no sex. I took that to mean no vaginal, oral, and anal, and that I couldn't bring you to orgasm in any way. But that doesn't stop me from messing with you via foreplay. So I decided to take all this to its logical extreme – I'm going to get you all riled up, to try and break you down. And then, when you come to me begging for sex, I'm going to refuse, and probably taunt you over it, until you admit that you need it more than me."

"I don't mean to rain on your parade, but I don't think you thought this through," Jaune explained. "You may not have noticed, but this is a two-way street. Meaning that everything you do to me, I can do to you."

Bleiss' smug expression faltered. "...W-well, I know you well enough to know that you're too good of a guy to do anything too unseemly towards me."

"You're not wrong," Jaune admitted. "But at the same time, you underestimate my power."

Before Bleiss had a chance to react, Jaune lunged forwards, pulling her into a big kiss. Stunned, Bleiss didn't pull away, and instead remained frozen in place. As Jaune deepened the kiss, he brought one hand down to gently rub her through her underwear, which was enough to coax a few small gasps and moans out of her. Just as Bleiss started to get really into it, Jaune pulled away, ending the kiss and bringing his fingers up to her mouth, which she didn't hesitate to start sucking on a bit.

Jaune gave her a smug grin. "How'd you like that, Bleiss?"

"C-cheap shot..." Bleiss admitted. "But this isn't over, Jaune. I haven't broken yet."

"You sure about that? Because you're looking like you're teetering on the edge something fierce right now."

"It's nothing," Bleiss insisted. "N-now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to use your bathroom for a bit. Feel free to join-"

She caught herself at the last second, trailing off. Jaune's grin intensified, and he leaned in. "Yes, Bleiss? What should I feel free to do?"

"...Feel free to sit out here and listen, if you think you can handle it," Bleiss replied. "Excuse me for a moment."

With that, she rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Jaune didn't even have to imagine what she was doing, and he couldn't help but laugh at it. But at the same time, he was apprehensive – this was just the first battle, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had come a lot close to losing than she might have thought he did. But he had managed to save it at the last second, and even turn it around on her.

Still, he hadn't even been awake for five minutes yet. If this was how the first five minutes were going to go, then he wasn't looking forward to the rest of the weekend. Worse, he knew Bleiss – that opening salvo was hardly her best shot, so to speak. Most likely, she had woken up and decided to take a pass at him and see what happened. Sure, it hadn't worked out, but she had put maybe sixty seconds' worth of thought into it.

He was dreading what else she might have had in store for him later on.

At first, everything seemed normal. Jaune entered class and took a seat next to his girlfriend, same as he always did. If he had been thinking, he would have sat anywhere else, but at this point, routine had set in. Plus, while they might have been involved in the world's dumbest bet, that was no reason to completely ghost her or anything – he could still enjoy her presence, even if they both had a point to prove.

Of course, those thoughts went out the window pretty much as soon as class began, and Bleiss leaned over to make a request of him.

"Could you lend me a spare pencil, Jaune? I accidentally left mine in my dorm."

Seeing no reason to refuse, Jaune nodded and leaned down to grab a pencil out of his backpack. Without looking, he opened the front flap and began to fish blindly for one, though he couldn't actually feel any pencils down there. Rather, his fingers brushed against an unfamiliar, box-shaped object. At first, he couldn't help but wonder what it could possibly be.

And then he heard a faint buzzing sound coming from where his girlfriend was sitting.

Face reddening, Jaune instantly sat bolt upright, bringing his hands down to cover his groin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bleiss grinning at him, though she was also squirming slightly in her seat.

"H-how do you like your surprise, Jaune?" she asked.

"Have you completely lost it?" he whispered. "This is like the exact same thing I was complaining about, but in the opposite direction!"

"I know," Bleiss agreed. "But this is your chance to get revenge, isn't it? And I know you want your revenge. So go on, Jaune – take your revenge. Turn that dial up as far as it will go. Make me walk a mile in your shoes for a bit."

On the surface, it seemed like a no-brainer – Bleiss would only get more and more horny the longer this went on. But looking deeper, he could see that it was a double-edged sword – sure, she would get horny at first, but it would fade as soon as she climaxed. Meanwhile, seeing his girlfriend having the time of his life was liable to push him over the edge, and he couldn't risk that.

Reluctantly, Jaune left the remote in his bag where he found it. But unfortunately for him, Bleiss had a plan for that.

Namely, a remote of her own. She flashed him a smug smile before turning the dial up to max, all while he watched on in horror.

The effect was immediate – Bleiss instantly seized before slumping down, a moan escaping her that was only muffled by her biting her lip hard to keep from crying out. Jaune flushed red as she twitched in her seat, panting heavily, her tongue poking out of her mouth slightly and her eyes rolling back a bit.

On the other side of her, Yang watched with curiosity, her gaze traveling down to Jaune's groin. Jaune knew why she was looking, too – he couldn't think of the last time he had been this horny. Sure, he had seen Bleiss naked and more, but having to sit here, knowing that she was getting herself off and he was stuck watching? It was torture.

And then, with one sentence, she made it infinitely worse.

"J-Jaune..." she gasped out softly. "I… I k-know you want me..."

Jaune's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed audibly. His heart was pounding, and he found himself at a crossroads – did he give in and lose the bet, but at the same time bring them both sweet release, or did he continue on trying to prove his asinine point?

In the end, he made his decision, and it was one he couldn't help but regret.

"Sorry, Professor Port!" he shouted, rising to his feet. "I've gotta go to the bathroom!"

Port paused in his storytelling. "Oh? Is something wrong, my boy?"

"Yes!" Jaune cried out, doing his best to keep his hands in front of his crotch, lest the entire class see his massive, throbbing erection through his form-fitting school uniform.

"I've… um… got diarrhea!"

"Diarrhea, you say?" Port asked. "Why, that reminds me of my own run-in with diarrhea back when I was a young lad, out in the field on my first op! You see, I had picked up a military surplus ration, the veggie omelette to be exact. Little did I know that this particular ration had the particularly devious-sounding nickname of 'Vomelette' among the troops, and for good reason! Anyway, long story short, I was forced to balance relieving myself with an ongoing tide of Grimm! Ho-ho, it was quite the conundrum, but in the end I managed to prevail through excellent use of the poop sock! In fact, I believe that would make a great lesson in and of itself – how best to use a poop sock for-"

"Sir, can I please be excused?" Jaune asked, desperate. "I'm… um… growing a tail! Sitting on a cigar, if you know what I mean!"

Port waved him off. "Of course, my boy! Enjoy the comforts of civilization while you can, for later in the week, we will discuss how to deal with impromptu diarrhea in the field!"

Jaune didn't bother to stick around and see everyone else glare at him, instead rushing off towards the nearest men's room, then slamming and locking the door behind him. And then, sweet relief in just a few strokes. Normally, he would have been a bit more ashamed of having a hair trigger like this, but not today – not when Bleiss had done her best to tease him so intensely.

And so, once he was done shooting into the toilet and cleaning up after himself, Jaune washed his hands, wiped the sweat from his brow, and took a few deep breaths. Then he looked in the mirror, sheer resolve taking over all other expressions.

"Never again," he promised himself. "When I next see Bleiss, I will have my revenge. I will not let her get away with this."

With that, he splashed a bit of water on his face, then exited the bathroom, blissfully unaware of the horror his girlfriend had planned for him later.

The rest of the day had passed normally. He was in bad shape, that was for sure, but she was just as bad as he was – Jaune could tell that her little trick in Grimm Studies had done a number on her in terms of resistance. He had caught her eye-fucking him multiple times throughout the day, usually followed by her licking her lips before rapidly looking away when she caught him staring.

He wasn't much better, though. His earlier visit to the bathroom hadn't helped much, and his libido had returned after just a few minutes. That was probably the one and only time had had ever cursed his own aura before, but it was warranted – he had hoped that his own refractory period would be longer than that, but apparently his aura had other plans.

In any case, they were both equally in the shit now, sitting across from each other in the cafeteria for breakfast. He was tenting in his pants something fierce, and from the way Bleiss was squirming and biting her lip, he could see that she was just as troubled by all this as he was. But it was okay – just one more day and then they would be free to go back to banging like rabbits. Twenty-four hours was all he needed.

...Yeah, it wasn't very reassuring to him, either. Maybe a little Pumpkin Pete's would help take his mind off things.

Pouring himself a bowl of the tooth-rotting, ultra-sweet cereal along with plenty of milk, Jaune shakily raised the spoon to his mouth before taking a big bite. And somehow, it actually did make him feel better. Maybe it was the sugar that was now coursing through his veins or the reassuring feeling of having one of his favorite parts of his childhood literally in the palm of his hand, but it didn't matter. In moments, he was inhaling his cereal like he had gone without food for a day rather than sex. Of course, it didn't last – two things gave him pause, telling him that something was very, very wrong.

One, his cereal tasted and felt a bit different. The taste was more subdued than he remembered, but more importantly, the cereal itself felt… chalkier, he supposed. Whatever it was, he knew he didn't like it.

Two, Bleiss had gone from twitching in her seat to grinning from ear to ear.

Jaune froze, his spoon halfway to his mouth. "Bleiss, what did you-"

And then he felt it, down in his pants. Dropping his spoon, Jaune reached down to cover himself, his face turning bright crimson, as his jeans bulged. This wasn't your average, everyday tent – he could feel his zipper undoing itself and his waistline groaning as the fabric was stretched. It was so audible, in fact, that everyone else turned to look at him in amazement, all while Bleiss began to softly chuckle.

"What… what did you do to me…?" Jaune asked, his voice tinged with horror.

Bleiss stared at him in amusement. "I pulled out the nuclear option, Jaune," she gloated. "I got tired of waiting for you to break, and of me being subtle. So I chose to throw subtlety out the window in favor of a more direct option. This is what happens when you cross a Schnee, Jaune. Don't ever forget that."

Jaune caught on instantly. "...You spiked my food," he acknowledged.

Bleiss nodded. "He got it! Yeah, I did more than just spike your food, Jaune – I basically dumped the entire medicine cabinet in there. I've got erectile dysfunction pills in there, just about every kind of natural and artificial aphrodesiac I could find, plus some of the SDC's experimental temporary penis enlargement pills, on top of what I've chosen to refer to as the secret weapon – a chemical cocktail dedicated to temporarily increasing cum production by five times."

"Hang on," Blake interjected. "Is all of this safe for him to take at once? Because all of that sounds like it's going to be a recipe for disaster."

"I'm inclined to agree," Yang ventured. "The ED pills alone are probably bad enough, but mixed with the temporary enlargement pills and temporary increased cum production? That's probably not good. What if his dick explodes?"

"That'd be great!" Bleiss answered.

"Not what I meant by 'explodes,'" Yang said. "I meant, what if it erupts in a sudden shower of blood and gore? Then you'd be left with a dickless boyfriend."

Bleiss waved her off. "All of this stuff is perfectly safe, I assure you. The monkeys we've tested it on have shown fantastic results."

"I'm actually afraid to ask," Ruby said.

"Of course you are, Ruby," Bleiss replied. "You're just jealous that I've suddenly turned my boyfriend into, basically, a one-man gangbang in terms of libido. I don't blame you, though – we can't all be as ingenious as me when it comes to these things… or, for that matter, good enough to have someone like Jaune in the first place."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Alright, we get it – you love your boyfriend. You don't need to go acting like a bitch about it."

"Of course I do!" said Bleiss. "How else can I get the world to recognize our worth as a couple?"

"I think your plan has a major flaw," Pyrrha said.

Bleiss turned to her, flashing her a toothy grin. "Oh? And what would that be? Wait, don't tell me – you haven't been able to find a flaw at all, because this plan is flawless, because I am flawless. Yes, truly only someone with my connections and intellect could come up with this solution. Now I'll win the bet for sure."

"Oh, I don't have any doubts about that," Pyrrha stated. "I just think you might be underestimating the effect the drugs have had on him."

"What do you mean?" Bleiss questioned.

Pyrrha motioned over to Jaune. "Take a look."

Bleiss finally did so, and was stunned at what she saw. Jaune was still there, of course, but something told her she had bitten off more than she could chew. For one, the tent in his pants was far bigger than it had any right to be – normally it was the perfect size for someone as small as her, but now it was downright intimidating, the kind of completely unrealistic thing you only see in bad porn fics, it had to be almost twelve inches long and six inches wide. Not only that, but Jaune himself looked less like the Jaune she had come to know and more like an untamed beast – his eyes were wild, he was sweating and panting heavily, and he was in the process of stripping off part of his Beacon uniform, leaving him in just the slacks and undershirt. Seeing it, Bleiss swallowed nervously.

"Oh, my," she said, fanning herself. "I seem to have miscalculated."

"I'll say," Nora replied. "You want to back down? We can knock him out and drag him to the nurse's office so he can detox."

Bleiss shook her head. "No. Oh, no, no. No, I've been a very bad girl, taking advantage of my boyfriend like this. And I think it's only fitting that he get to punish me."

Nora shrugged. "Suit yourself. Have fun with your broken pelvis, I guess."

That was as far as she got before Jaune let out an animalistic roar, then darted forward, picked up Bleiss, and slung her over his shoulder before taking off. He made it back to their dorm room in a matter of seconds, slamming the door behind him.

Nobody was quite sure what happened for the next few days after that, only that it was so loud that the entire rest of the building had to find an upperclassman to bunk with, and that a HAZMAT team had to be brought in afterwards to clean up the stains and disinfect everything.

It was days later when Jaune finally came out of his sex-induced stupor. Stirring awake, a groan escaped him when he realized his whole body ached. His throat was scratchy and parched, he was naked and covered in a thick layer of sweat, and worst of all, the entire room smelled like sex and semen.

Looking around, it was easy to see why – it was like someone had let loose with a bunch of water balloons filled with jizz. He shuddered, not only at the smell, but at the fact that the poor janitor had his work cut out for him.

A noise from his left caught his attention. Next to him, Bleiss woke up, cracking her eyes open and steadily pulling herself into a seated position, groaning the whole time. Jaune was quick to help her up, knowing she probably felt worse than he did.

"Easy," he said, gently. "Are you okay, Bleiss?"

She flashed him a grin. "Never felt better."

"But you can barely move."

"It was worth it." She paused for a moment, then sighed. "...Alright, it was dumb. I shouldn't have spiked your food with a cocktail of experimental drugs in the hopes of making you lose the bet."

"I shouldn't have made the bet in the first place," Jaune replied. He shook his head. "Honestly, we're a bunch of idiots."

"Normally I'd disagree and tell you to speak for yourself, but in this case, I don't care." Bleiss leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Now then, help me into the shower. I need to clean myself off and there's no way I can get in on my own."

Jaune didn't even think twice before obliging, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into the bathroom, then closing the door behind them.

Bleiss may not have been what he had expected his first girlfriend to be like, but he wouldn't trade her for the world.

Is an explanation for this one necessary? Not sure, but here's one anyway: Bleiss Schnee is the creation of someone else, I'm not really sure who because she's been used by a lot of different people, but she's not my creation, I'm just borrowing her for a bit. I wasn't sure who to ask for permission so I reached out to Mallobaude asking if I could use her and the response I got was something along the lines of "Just do it, dude" so I went with it. Anyway, the concept of Bleiss is basically just Weiss, but inverted - in terms of appearance, she's basically Weiss, but her hair is black and her eyes are red, and she dresses in black. Personality-wise, she's a complete bitch, but more importantly, she's also insanely horny and obsessed with Jaune.

So, that's the basic explanation behind the concept for this chapter. Bleiss is actually pretty fun to write, since it's taking everything about Weiss and turning it on its head. You can have her be openly obsessed with/horny towards Jaune/a complete degenerate when it comes to sex, and have it actually make sense. In my mind, the only place to take that was to have her go too far with it, and then we end up in a situation where Jaune has to cut her off for her own good.

I kind of expected this chapter to be crazier than it ended up being, and I'm not sure why. Traditionally, the hero-focused chapters have been a lot more mellow than the villain-focused ones, plus even when she's been inverted, Bleiss is still not overly insane like some of the other people in this fic.

I mentioned earlier that I would be doing the inverted versions of all of Team RWBY, and I definitely still plan on doing that, but I think I'm going to try and space them out a bit, so it doesn't get too stale. There are still quite a few characters I can touch on in-between them, including a few that several of you have been asking about for a while now, so I think I'll do my best to tackle some of them in the mean time. But keep an eye out for the rest of RWBY Alter - they'll be coming up at some point, for sure.

Next update: Saturday, June 12.