"And you've been sitting since…?"

"I BLITZED out of class when the bell rang. Plus I had my console in my backpack just so I wouldn't have to waste time getting it."

"And that's… necessary?"

"Yeah, it is! I told you, there's a team of jackasses that freaking camp the tv all day and don't even watch it!" Yang kicks her legs out over a long couch in the common room. You sit next to her on a single wide chair, giving Yang the space to recline. You can't risk any PDA here in a place where a lot of people would enter frequently. "You gotta think ahead for these things." She unpauses her game and continues a violent and bloody combo against a ninja.

"Man, that's annoying."

"Yeah, it is," Yang agrees. "And of course I'm not going to ask them to leave because then I'm the bad guy! Social anxiety affects us all."

"Even you?"

"Even the legendary me."

You sit back and watch as Yang plays her game. She'd set up all of her stuff in the common room in order to keep it for herself, preparing for… well, she said some big event was streaming later tonight, and she wanted a big screen. You popped in to see what your girlfriend was up to, and decided to sit down.

Seeing as Yang had gone immediately from class to the common room, she was still in her uniform. Deciding to do her a kindness, you say, "Hey, you want to change into something more comfortable? I'll stay here and save your spot." You know that, while Yang loves her miniskirts, she didn't can't for the over-regulated Beacon uniform, and also hated how tight the blazers were against her sizable bust. Nothing the school offered fit around her chest, proving that her rack, while a joy to look at, did come with… baggage.

Speaking of Yang's boobs, you get a nice face full of them as Yang stands up to hug you in your chair. "Thanks, Honey!" You almost hate the moment she breaks away from you to let you breathe. She looks down at her console and stack of games and says, "Hey, why don't you pick a game that we can both play? I'm gonna finish the single player on this one, but we can just chill until the match starts."

"Sure! Any recommendations?"

"Hmm…" Yang ponders for a moment. "Well, last time was Dyson…" She picks one of her games up and tosses it to you. "Here! This one is by the same guys and it's good-bad for two player. Half of it is trolling each other, so we'll test how much you love me~" She says, winking. She waves a quick goodbye, checks for anyone around, starts walking off, then flips her skirt once she confirms nobody is around; with a giggle, she gives you a quick peek at her black panties, snugly fitting around her ass. Though they aren't much more revealing than her usual shorts, Yang flashing her panties will never not be welcome, nor is the knowledge that she doesn't wear any spats or anything.

As you hope for more skirt flips as Yang walks away, you remove her game from the box and start putting it in. You remember that last time you were doing this sort of thing, it was shortly after you had sex with Weiss, then Blake. You also clearly remember Yang bending over to plug in some cables, unknowingly flashing her thong.

You make a note to enjoy Yang in a thong at a later date. Heck, Weiss was the only one on her team that didn't wear a thong… She won't need convincing; she enjoys pleasing you, and also she's taken to lingerie quite nicely.

You set up Yang's game and are greeted by the antithesis to what she was just playing. Before, you had been watching two ninjas brutally assault one another, with ludicrous amounts of blood being spilled. Now, you were watching a small dinosaur run around in a world that looks like a grade school art project. You feel this somehow is a good representation of Yang, as she's a bloodthirsty fighter, but also a girly girl that likes cooking and cutesy things. Whatever it was, her taste in hobbies was all over the place; you knew she enjoyed clubbing, dancing, video games, anime, streaming, gameplay channels, cooking shows, and all sorts of other mismatched stuff. She liked everything that makes a stereotypical dumb sexy blonde, but also all the stuff usually associated with nerdy shut-ins. Man, for all the hidden pasts and heiress apparents you were dating, Yang was the real mystery.

Shortly after you start throwing eggs at random innocent enemies, Yang comes back in baggy camp pants and a black t-shirt with a logo you take a minute to recognize. Ah, she must be set up to watch a WWR match, considering she her shirt was repping the big wrestling channel and that you'd heard there was a big throw down in the air. Yang manages to look super cute in such baggy pants, though it was probably because her t-shirt conformed REALLY well to her curves, highlighting her bust. You wonder if she wears such tight tops because she likes showing off, or because her boobs are just genuinely too big for most outfits.

Yang takes her seat back on the couch, reclining to take up pretty much all of it. "Alright. Just let me join before you start the next level and the real fun starts." You quickly past a goalpost and end the level, and then Yang joins in as a fellow dinosaur (this one colored yellow, naturally). "Now, a reminder, this WILL make you hate me, but I'm cute so it's fine."

"Is this really that bad?" you ask as you start the next level. Immediately, Yang's character uses a long tongue to swallow you, making you unable to do anything. She promptly spits you into a pit. "Ah. I see."

"Yup. This game is made for trolling. It's super easy, so the difficulty comes from spite."

"Spite?"

"I WANT you to not do well. Or, rather, I want to do better."

"A contest of champions, then!"

"Oh, you know I like challenges!" Yang tilts her head back to look at you. She flashes an upside down smirk and asks, "And what do I get if I win?"

You look around to see if anyone was around; you can't flirt with Yang too obviously since your relationship is a secret. It'd be a bad idea to have rumors swirling about the Schnee heiress' boy toy cheating on her, and the truth of a poly relationship wouldn't go over well, either.

Seeing that no one was around, you lower your voice just in case and say, "What are you willing to bet?"

Yang smirks. Also taking care to not make too much noise, she says, "Hmm…. If *you* win, you get to watch me undress later tonight~" Seeing you shift your legs a bit, she adds, "But if *I* win, you get to undress me yourself."

You blink. You weren't aware that those were available options. "Two questions."

"Shoot."

"One, what are you talking about? Two, shouldn't it be that if *I* win, I get to undress you? Doesn't that make more sense?"

Yang rolls around so that she's right side up. Resting her cheek on her hand, she says, "Honey, TRUST me. WATCHING me undress is a gift in and of itself; I know what you want more than you do~"

You gulp and shift your legs more, trying to quiet your quickly growing erection. "That doesn't answer one, even if I like the idea of that."

Yang giggles. "Don't worry, they know. I just was thinking… you know… I wanted to… mess around a little~"

"T-tonight?" you ask. While you aren't exactly unhappy that Yang wanted to bang tonight, it was still a shock. You expected a bit more of a conversation, and even a full party was more of what you were expecting. "With…?"

"I was gonna text if you hadn't popped in already." Yang starts playfully kicking her legs back and forth as she lay stomach-down. "You already know I was in the mood before *ahem* breaking my ex-boyfriend. I like you, you like me, why wait? I've been aching for it since I haven't had sex in months, and I know you're down. Part of this whole five-man thing is we can skip the pussyfooting around and get to the other things involving part of that term." Your eyes unintentionally look towards Yang's waist. She notices. You also think about Blake's love of playing pussy… "And yes, I already spoke with them; they got their solo, so I get mine."

"Wait, do you mean, 'breaking up with,' your ex?" you say, starting the game up again. You and Yang start going through the levels, Yang having a clear advantage despite having a poor angle.

"I convinced Port to let us spar in our class together. He tried to be all high and mighty manly and, 'teach me a lesson,' for breaking up with him, but he forgot I'm me. He now has a broken arm. Or two."

"You broke through his Aura? They let you do that?"

In a fake apologetic voice, Yang cries wolf, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought he would dodge! It's just, I'm used to training with my fragile little baby sister, who could have easily dodged that! He also got a knee to the dick." Snickering, she adds, "He's honestly lucky. I could've let the cops know he took candid photos of me and gotten him arrested. I'm so forgiving."

You're glad you aren't a jackass that would take creepshots of anybody, let alone the possible strongest fighter in your year. You're pretty certain you have a low bar to jump over, so as long as your absolute power doesn't corrupt absolutely, Yang will be happy. And you like a happy Yang.

"Remind me to not cheat on you."

"I'm a forgiving woman. Once."

"But… you really want to?"

"Do you not?" Yang asks, already knowing the answer. "Of course I do. Sex is… Like, I love having sex. It's fun, it feels good, and I… I really like the intimacy; I like how it's two people that feel strongly about each other sharing in that feeling." Though you'd expect a more aroused face, Yang instead speaks about the subject with a casual grin. "Sure, there's moods, but why hold back? What's life without a little bit of hot and heavy fun? The fact that I…" Yang pauses. With a sigh, she says, "Well, it's hard to say I LOVE you when we're this early, but I want to share myself with you."

Wow. And you thought Blake talking about sex was neutral and casual. Yang's reputation as the girl that makes dick jokes and has had too many partners really betrays her well-thought-out views on sexuality and sex itself. Once again, she proves to be a dichotomy with blonde hair. You have a lot to learn about her, even still.

"Hard to argue with that logic."

"You're the first to put up this much of a fight. Normally, people don't ask questions when I say I'm dtf."

"And that's why Blake happened the way it did. I made…" you remember that Blake's PTSD was a major factor. "She was in a bad mind, and I made sure that she ACTUALLY wanted it. You… you should talk with her about it, actually."

"Oh, I know. Bits, anyway." Yang notices you look at her with a confused expression. "Dude, I was her not-girlfriend before I was her girlfriend. She told me about that kind of stuff when it happened."

"She did?"

"Not like Ruby was going to talk to her about sex and PTSD. She wouldn't go to a therapist, so I was the only alternative. Not like I'm a therapist or anything, but I can be an adult when I want to."

"Huh. In that case, we can probably skip a few steps later on."

"I can't wait! God, I've been wanting all of you for forever it feels like."

"So, when did you want to- wait, why am I not playing anymore?" you ask, realizing you no longer had control of your character.

"Oh, you died too many times because I kept jumping on your head over pits. What, did you not notice?" Yang has a very mischievous grin on her face as she effortlessly completes a level.

"No… I didn't."

"Looks like you get the bad ending! You get to undress me!"

"I'll take that hit."

"I know you will~" Yang checks her scroll. "Wow, has it been that long? We got a few minutes before the match starts."

"What's going on, anyway?"

"Just the hypest matchup on tv! It's a no limit Aura match where they don't stop until one fighter loses all his Aura and they start doing the hard damage. We got the Rage of Menagerie vs The Storm! They're my favorite rivals since the guys I watch on BlueTube started hyping them up."

"That definitely sounds like a match."

"And then we'll see if you can make my heart beat faster than they can~"

You adjust your seat once again as Yang sets up the tv to show her wrestling match. As you watch the promos for the wrestlers blare as the crowd goes wild, you start fantasizing about completing the Entire Team checklist. You look forward to showing Yang what it means to be with all of you.