"Feeling the burn yet?" you ask.

"Hotter than the sun in the middle of July," Yang says, smirking. Disproving her words she pushes her hands upwards, effortlessly lifting a massive barbell. "Though a little fighting really gets me going." She winks, punctuating her entendre by saying, "Wink."

"I seem to remember giving you a hard time," you tease, adding to the flirtations. "Maybe I'm finally able to take you down."

Yang scoffs. "Send out ALL your armies, you still don't win. Listen up, silly boy, I'm gonna tell you why you won't be taking that round!" She gets up off the weights and stretches. "You seriously ready to get your ass kicked once I'm done with my set?" She lifts a loose yellow top to wipe sweat off her face, exposing a tight-fitting strapless sports bra. Combined with her short shorts, you consider that sticking around meant you get to ogle Yang's body more, and shy isn't at all opposed to you doing so.

You hesitate, but nod. After your morning with Blake, you returned to find Yang up and about. Rather than waste her Saturday morning failing to get back to sleep, she decided to do what she always does: work out. You didn't feel at all tired, and you could always nap later, so you traded one girlfriend for another and headed to the gym for an early morning workout.

"Your funeral. But as payment, we can have a little fun~" Yang glances around at the empty gym. The world had yet to fully wake up, and it looked like students had no desire to get out of bed, let alone hit the gym. She leads you to a pulley bar, the one where you grab the handle and pull up the weights. "This isn't the first time I've found myself alone in here getting a little hot and heavy."

"Go on."

"I work out whenever I can't sleep. Not often, but enough to learn that no one else comes around that late." Yang's eyes narrow and she puts on a smug smile. "Sometimes, if I'm alone, I like to get a little naughty~"

"Go on," you emphasize.

Yang grins. Reaching behind her back, she goes under her top and pops off her sports bra before handing it to you. Taking her position on the bench, she winks. "Feel my fire, Honey~" Lifting her arms to grab the bar, she blows a kiss to complement the fact that her loose-fitting crop top goes up with her arms. As her arms are dragged up by the weights, her shirt rides up until her breasts are completely exposed. She doesn't bother pulling the bar down until you get a good long look, then she starts her reps.

If Yang was a fire, you were a pyromaniac, and her a desire. Every time she pulls the bar down, she makes it agonizingly slow as she lets up to reveal her chest. Sweat shines on her breasts as she flexes her firm muscles; how a girl could have such a perfect rack and soft body while also rocking a light six pack astounds you. Yang carried so much power in her flawless figure, proven with how the weights she was pulling up probably weighed almost as much as you.

Yang continues her constant flashing until she finishes her rep. Finding more ways to tease you, she fakes exhaustion and uses her top to wipe her brow; she continues to dry her face, no-selling the fact that doing so left her exposed to the entire gym. You thank the Brothers that a Saturday laziness had infected everyone but you two. Only because there was no one else in the gym was Yang confident enough to show off her figure, otherwise not even the famous tease would be so daring. And to know she's done this before? That just excites you more.

"Alright," Yang says, with a fire in her. "You sure you want to try?"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll actually manage to kick your ass with you in top shape," you say, knowing you stand no chance. You like seeing Yang inflate herself when she's like this; it also will probably lead to some fun, challenging her when she's in a mood.

"Kick my ass?" Yang asks, smirking. "In your dreams. You KNOW I'm world-class." She hops in the ring, breasts still unrestrained under her crop top. "Don't get too cocky just cuz my tits are essentially out."

You hold up Yang's sports bra and say, "I mean… do you want it?" knowing the answer.

"I don't need it," Yang winks. "We can call it after your on the ground and you see all those little hearts flying around. That's the price for perving instead of spotting."

You're suddenly tempted to rip Yang's crop top off mid-fight. That's logically your best way of beating her, but then again, she knows that; she'll probably max her Aura to keep it on without ripping, seeing as she doesn't need to really go all out against you.

And… yep. You manage to last a few more rounds than normal against Yang (heyooooo), but you catch a heavy blow after you flip her top up. Though, your last sight before hitting the ground was Yang's bouncing boobs, so worth it.

"Down for the count yet?" Yang asks, smugly. Though you do feel a little belittled, she's bending over you, which means an absolutely amazing view of her exposed underboob.

"Like a fever hit me," you respond. Yang holds out her arm and lifts you up without effort.

Yang gets that look in her eye, the one that tells you she was done teasing. "You know what's good for a fever?"

"What?"

"A good shower."

You stare at Yang. She left her words open for just a hair too–

"And a little sugar~" Yang concludes. She sidles up to you, grinning ear to ear. "Wanna help me get a little more naughty?"

"Always," you say, again thanking the Brothers.

Yang steals a kiss from you and leads you down the hall, neglecting to put her bra back on. Leading you to the locker rooms, she stops… at the men's locker room. She turns back, grins, and enters the wrong room. Seeing as it's the one you belong in, you follow her without asking questions, interested in how confident she was in entering the forbidden zone. You've, of course, have had the male-driven-collective-consciousness of wanting to take a peek in the girl's locker room, but Yang had actually acted on the opposite, clearly.

Thankfully, the locker room is empty. Seeing as you were alone, you ask, "I take it you've done this before?" You knew Yang could be daring, but this was a bit unprecedented. You didn't think her the type to be interested in some voyeurism of this sort.

Yang chuckles. "Yes and no." She takes a seat on the bench between the lockers and fans out her top. "I said I go to the gym super late every now and then. One time, I needed to take a shower; the girl's locker room was locked, and I felt a little daring and the men's was open. It was super late, so I thought, why not?"

"I can think of a few reasons why not."

"And what if I wanted someone to walk in?" Yang fans herself, playing up her arousal. "The thought that a boy could walk in, see me there, and steal my clothes, forcing me to walk back to my room naked got me off more than once."

"More than once!?" you say, flabbergasted. "How often do you do this?"

Yang smirks and stands. She grabs your collar and gets up in your face before saying, "Whenever I want~" Giggling at your aroused surprise, she adds, "Please. Only a few times and only when it's like, four in the morning."

"And get here you are now."

"And yet here WE are now~" Yang starts walking around the kickers towards the showers.

You follow Yang, excited by her forward implications. You about slap yourself when you realize that the facts were in front of you all along; Yang ducks under a line of caution tape blocking a four shower room located towards the back of the room behind the lockers, aka one that would facilitate hiding and one that led everyone to believe it was out of order.

Yang leans over the caution tape and confirms, "I found some caution tape and decided this should be my private shower! At first it was just a goof, but nobody ever bothered to check if this one was actually busted, so I thought I'd see how it went." Showing even more sneaky thinking, she withdraws a paper sign with professional looking handwriting saying, "TESTING WATER: DO NOT DISTURB." Had you not just been presented with the evidence, you would have assumed that Pr. Glynda or someone other teacher had written it and blindly accepted it had you heard the supposedly broken shower running. Yang was a genius for all the wrong reasons.

Good thing all those reasons benefit you.

Yang slips behind the shower wall. In an instant, her plan was proven. Thanks to her planning, tape, and sign, it'd take a more inquisitive mind to bother investigating the shower further. She was free to get naked and enjoy a refreshing rinse, which she begins by playfully tossing her remaining clothes out onto the floor and asking, "Can you get some towels? Then we can get dirty while getting clean~" You take one last glance behind you at the empty locker room, pick up Yang's clothes, and store them in an empty locker. You find some towels, undress, and store your sweaty clothes along with you and Yang's spare outfits.

You enter the shower that was thankfully much bigger than the one in your apartment. While you have thoroughly enjoyed your quick, after-sex romps with Weiss and Blake in that cramped shower, a small tiled room gave you plenty of space to work with.

And boy, was there a lot of Yang to work with.

Yang, being Yang, stood naked in the middle of the four shower streams presenting for you. Her glistening body replaced sweat with warm, soothing water as the streams struck her soft skin and trickled down her hair to her breasts to her abs to her mound. She adds no attempt at hiding her figure, prompting you to remove your towel and join her. She purrs as you expose your throbbing cock and start inching towards her, the shower room big enough for you two to do all sorts of things together.

You take Yang in your arms, pressing her naked body against yours as the water streams down. If the shower wasn't steamy before, it certainly was going to be. Your hands caress Yang's body, taking in every inch of her back, breasts, abs, and butt. She explores you as well, feeling your muscles and scars and drawing ever closer downwards. Knowing your only stipulation is that you be a bit quiet should anyone come in, you match your lips with Yang's; you share your passion, pressing skin against skin, lips against lips as your hands go everywhere.

Making the most of the intimate moment, you gently thread your fingers through Yang's hair. You feel the clips of hair brought in by the water, but slowly spread her pride and joy apart. Kissing naked was one thing, but being afforded the ability to touch Yang's hair so frankly and without so much as a word. In fact, Yang breaks off your kiss only to move over to one showerhead, which appears to be where she set up her things; you understand and grab some clearly not-belonging-in-a-men's-locker-room shampoo and wait for Yang to turn around.

Yang smirks and presents you with her backside. After a well-received spank, you begin washing her hair, quite possibly the only thing more intimate than sex with her. You thread in your Semblance, parting her locks as you lather her up, drawing soap and shampoo down her body, making her slick and glisten. Yang moans as you caress every inch of her body until she reflects the light she usually produces. After you finish rinsing her hair and drawing it together, she begins doing much the same to you, only without using her hands.

Yang utilizes her soapy body to grind and dance on you, applying soap in the best way imaginable. Her breasts slide around your chest and back as she giggles up at you, her slick skin letting her glide around. Rather than bend over to rub her body an ear your waist, she instead turns around and presents her ass; pressing it against you, she backs up and grinds upwards to pleasure you. You watch your cock get hotdogged by her bouncing butt as she looks back and snickers.

Seeing your chance, you grab Yang's arm from behind and push forward. Yang vocalizes her approval as you press her into the shower wall and pin her. For good measure, you back up and slap her ass before you bend her over and say, "You ready?"

"I'm burning! Hurry up, you can't hold me forever~"

You use your Semblance to spread Yang. Her legs part and you enter her, force my her further into the wall. Her cheek presses up against the wet tile, forcing her to look back at you. Panting, she smiles and nods, telling you to continue.

You wrap an arm under Yang's and prevent her from using it. You continue, positioning it behind her neck, forcing her to bend to your will. Combining Yang's love of restriction, pain, and pleasure, you keep thrusting while she could do nothing but vaguely wave her free arm around. Instead of doing anything, Yang places her palm on the wall, giving herself the slightest brace every time you smack forward, pushing her into the wall. Her cheek and breasts squish against the tile as her moans increase.

Something takes you. For all your punishing of Yang, you want her to know. You want her to see that it's you making her weak at the knees. Somewhat forcefully, you deftly reverse her position so her back is to the wall. Grabbing each of her wrists before she could react, you pin them to the wall as you reenter her from the front. Now Yang faces you as you penetrate her, letting you see her jiggling tits and buckling hips. Still, her face, filled with love, pain, and pleasure, tells you that she was in heaven. Each time you inch forward, pushing your cock deeper into her, Hearst flash in her eyes, tears of joy mixing with the running water.

You let go of Yang's wrists. She throws herself forward, wrapping her legs around you. Taking the hint, you lift her and start really pushing. Carrying all of her weight as she presses her entire body against you, you use the shower wall for support. Yang, unable to do anything but get rammed into the wall over and over again while getting penetrated, starts to lose her ability to voice her thoughts. Her arms tighten around your neck as she supports herself, trying desperately to hold on.

Quickly growing exhausted from lifting Yang's entire body while inside of her, you reach your limit and flow into her with a few final thrusts. Cum fills up Yang's core, dripping out slightly only to get washed away by the water. You exit her and let her down gently so she can stand.

Yang looks lovingly at you until she starts giggling. She surprises you with another kiss and says, "God DAMN that was hot. And look, easy cleanup!" She adjusts her position under the showerhead, letting the water wash away the sex and sweat.

"We should probably hurry and actually wash up before anyone gets here," you point out.

"You right. We can just make out a little more under the water though, right?"

"Right you are."

"Love you, Honey!"

You and Yang finish (actually) showering and scout. You grab a towel and peek around for any unwanted visitors. Thankfully, nobody else was in the locker room, so you beckon Yang to dry off and get dressed. She quickly throws on an outfit while you dress yourself, and you peek out into the hall. Once you confirm it's clear, you open the door and let Yang out. There was now no evidence that Yang was the one co-opting a shower in the men's locker room. You share one last kiss and say bye for now.

And now to see what else Saturday has in store for you.