Yang was up only twenty minutes or so before everyone else. She decided what she'd do today to ensure that it went how she wanted, plus she had grown used to caking on her makeup, obviating the need to awake earlier to work on it. Sliding out of bed, she pulled down the large orange shirt she had wore, which had ridden up considerably to remind her that it was the only thing she had worn, her entire bottom half exposed as proof. She looked at the smile plastered on Jack's sleeping face and giggled at the knowledge of him having had a great night's sleep with her assistance. Her lack of panties had hopefully been a sufficient replacement for another blowjob, but she thought another repeat so soon was unbecoming of her, so it'd have to do either way.
Yang pulled off her only article of clothing and searched around in her bag for a new outfit. Even her best bra no longer fit, but going without anything didn't fit with her plans; an absolutely extensive amount of makeup didn't really mesh either, so she kept it to her regular amount, just enough powder to make her pretty face prettier and a far more muted color of lipstick to highlight her entire face rather than bring all attention to her lips. She still covered her shoulders, collar, and enhanced breasts with lotion to smooth herself out, but her outfit for the day was a far cry from her previous ones. Nichol, then Ross, then significantly later Jack woke up in succession to see Yang, the overt sexuality and promiscuity she carried even before leaving Beacon covered by a lovely flowing sundress. The hints of the usual Yang showed in how the pale yellow outfit was shorter than it would be for a more modest girl, reaching above the knees, and also how the cleavage was at a decent level to show off her pale, slightly freckled cleavage beneath her collar. Still, the woman famed for her body had her sleek shoulders covered by a light white jacket, her accentuated hips obscured by the transience of the skirt part, and her larger than ever breasts hidden behind a neckline that had never graced them before. Her outfit, coupled with her pleasant demeanor and a pair of wrap around sandals, reminded BYRN more of a woman going on her honeymoon with her loving partner than the famed Beacon Bombshell. Even with her gauntlets and gloves, she looked more ready to be taken on a date than to fight monsters. She looked beautiful; not in the way Yang Xiao Long usually looked beautiful, but the change was welcomed with open arms by all but Nichol, who clearly missed her cleavage.
Yang blushed as she was admired for reasons that weren't her tits. Today, she felt like work needed to be done before she had some fun for herself. It was always enjoyable watching the three boys of BYRN pine after her and her low cut top, but the looks she got when Jack and Ross saw the whole show made her shake; she wondered if the crushing leap from beautiful conservative bride to the beautiful naked bitch she was enjoying being would bring a new high when she let herself free. Even so, Yang loved the looks that she received from the two boys that had already enjoyed that side of her, as they both smiled at her pretty dress and neatly styled hair because cute was occasionally better than sexy. Her sex drive had miraculously lowered once she had finished with Ross, and while she fully intended on having a lot of fun still, she was relaxed enough to enjoy being a pretty girl and not a stupid bimbo, if just for a little while.
A short while after the debut of her vaguely newlywed outfit, Yang and BYRN stood before Pr. Ford. The crimson headed teacher had an almost stunned look as she noticed Yang's conservatism, visibly commending her choices in dress now that the majority of the blonde wasn't exposed. Happier than previous days, Ford outlined more potential places to check out, believing that the team was close to discovering the true cause of the abandoned town's destruction. Also happier than previous days, Yang ignored any comments she had about what they were doing, at least until pairs were being decided.
"I'll go with Yang," Nichol said, raising his hand and interrupting Ford. He lacked a bit of the enthusiasm he had had the previous days, but stared at the blonde with want in his eyes. Ross and Jack looked at each other, silently discussing their times with her as they eyed Nichol's desperation. The silver haired flirt didn't know about anything that had transpired between anyone in regards to Yang, but he knew that the two boys had comeback blissful afterwards without comment.
"Nichol. Please try to be somewhat professional. You're a Hunter. She's a Huntress. Jack, you go with Yang and check out–"
Ford was interrupted as Yang wordlessly punched Nichol in the gut, the sound of lost air filling the town square. Taking advantage of his doubled over state, she maneuvered her shoulder underneath his stomach and stood up. With an effortless fireman's lift and a wave, Yang casually abducted Nichol and strode off, leaving Ross, Jack, and especially Ford completely blank as she walked away.
"Did she just kidnap him?" Jack asked.
"Did she just deadlift him?" Ross asked.
"Did she just encourage that kind of behavior?" Ford asked.
"Yes. Yes I did." Yang traipsed around a few corners until she was out of sight and dropped a confused and unmoving Nichol onto the ground, freeing him despite no struggle being present. She leaned down and pushed a hand towards him. "Happy?" she asked in a saccharine voice.
"More like intrigued, but thanks. Can I ask why?" Nichol accepted Yang's hand and allowed himself to be brought to a stand. The pair started walking.
"Because we're supposed to be team building, silly!" Yang lied. "And I can't do that if Ms. Grumpy doesn't let me have you." She pouted, shrinking her presence and blushing.
Scratching the back of his head, Nichol responded, "Yeah, she seems like kind of a bitch... Probably just needs to screw someone; get the stress out. Maybe she's on her period or something..." He looked around their surroundings, then back to Yang. Taking a second, he asked, "Where are you taking us?"
"I can be a bitch if you want me to. You can screw me if you want to."
Yang looked at him, smiled, and said nothing.
"Yang?"
"Just ask."
"Hmm?"
"N-nothing. Forget it, I wasn't listening either."
"Boooooring... Come around, idiot. For a try hard, you're slacking."
Nichol and Yang walked around aimlessly and uneventfully around the broken city for several minutes, the boy eventually realizing that they should probably be doing something of value.
"Buuuuuuuhhh..." Nichol vocalized, breaking the silence of travel. "You have any ideas on where to go? Ross was going on about some building company or something the other day..."
"Screw Ross. Well, later... I thought you were flirty."
Shrugging, Yang said, "I dunno. I just followed Jack and did what Ross told me to do." She looked blank and cutesy, as she had all week. Nichol diverted eye contact, overwhelmed by the glow emanating from her.
"All this time waiting. All of it."
"Eh, whatever. I guess... Maybe an office or something? Hell if I know, but it's better than pissing around a gas station." Nichol kicked an errant can, bouncing it off a meter for fuel. The clattering rang loudly throughout the empty streets, resonating with the alleys and wind. "Ohh... That's probably not good."
"Why?" Yang asked.
"That made a lot of noise."
Yang blinked.
"As in, things heard that."
Yang blinked again, expression blanker than ever.
Pointing, Nichol muttered, "That. Dammit, I wanted a nap..."
An alley ahead turned jet black, shifting and formless to signal the appearance of a number of Grimm Creeps. The tiny bipedals scurried out from between the buildings, pattering the ground as they ran over each other. There was a brief pause as they noticed the source of the noise. Two dozen bestial shadows turned and stared at Nichol and Yang.
The sound of steel cutting through air sung out, breaking the silence of the city. The whistling ended with a thud as a knife lodged itself directly into the center of the masklike skull of the Creep, giving it a lethal horn. The crimson eyes of the front runner widened before a whining sound rang out, ending with a small explosion that silenced the ceaseless chatter of of the swirling pack of ebony. The remnants of Nichol's knife peppered the other Creeps, sending them scurrying out of their loose formation. A growling pack of black headless chickens spread out in every direction before closing in on Nichol and Yang.
"Get 'em!" Yang shouted as Nichol triumphantly drew more knives out from his pack.
"Only if you're watching!" Nichol said with a grin.
"That's better."
With an unnecessary flourish, Nichol launched several more knives, twirling and spinning to gain more momentum for each missile. Mostly showing off at this point, Creep after Creep stopped cold before exploding into acrid smoke, shards of metal and Dust becoming their only legacy. The pack of Grimm dwindled as Nichol allowed the last one to get within a few feet of him. It leapt up, only for its attack to be dodged. A final knife speared it into a wall, bursting with a final explosion.
"Anddd, viola!" Nichol flipped his last drawn knife, arcing it over his head and catching it between his fingers. He twirled and spun it, posing with a final flourish. "So, how was tha–"
A streak of gold shot past Nichol, Yang having vanished from her cheering position behind him to become a blur. As he flipped around to react, he saw a gigantic Ursa Major. More accurately, he saw a gigantic Ursa Major, in the air, jaw cracked upwards as it was blown to the sky. As it reached three feet off the ground, Yang zoomed behind it, her hair trailing behind her forming the only indication of where she was and had been. A burst of gold accompanied by the blast of a shotgun marked the start of the Ursa being launched forward, sent with a deafening crack as the massive shadowy form was narrowly dodged by Nichol.
Still recovering from the speed of the events that had just transpired, Nichol looked as Yang confidently strutted forward, moving on to finish the Grimm. Wordlessly, she handed him her jacket as she passed him, depositing the soft white garment along with something else in his hands as he tried to come to terms with things. Her jacket gone, Yang's body started becoming more recognizable as belonging to the famed blonde. Her breasts regained their prominence as she strutted forward with her head held high, even despite still being mostly covered. Straps showed under the straps of the dress, her breasts contained in a bright bikini that supplemented as a bra. Nichol turned to face the Ursa, standing back up as it roared with anger.
Swiveling, the beast charged forward towards Yang, bones crunching as its spikes snapped. Yang readied herself, waited for the right moment, and ducked. Right as the beast lurched forward with a swing, Yang lowered her torso to the ground, launching up in the air with an uppercut heightened by her gauntlets. With a sickening crunch, the Ursa's jaw shattered further before the sound was muffled by more spines breaking with a hard, wet, screeching thud. Yang landed, sprawling her legs out and putting an arm down with a three point stance.
Completely ignoring the insanity of Yang's brutal and beautiful assault, Nichol instead noticed the important details, like the feeling of cloth, the wind, and the weather. Looking down at his hands after Yang dropped off her jacket, Nichol noticed the discrepancy in colors; Yang's jacket was pure white, and yet there was a bit of neon blue that felt significantly smoother as he touched it. Looking up, he saw not Yang's textbook uppercut, but her rough, intentional landing. Notably, he noticed the wind surrounding it, the wind that had flowed through her beautiful summer dress, flowed underneath it to blow it upwards, that had flowed in such a way that he could only guess it had been her intention as he saw her skirt fly up to show her complete and utter lack of panties. Finally, ignoring Yang's last errant shots into the now dispersed Ursa, he had instead noticed how the weather was fair; it was dry. Drier than he remembered or cared to remember. "Why then?" he had asked himself. "Why was Yang so wet underneath her dress?"
Realization dawned upon Nichol. He realized, after analyzing everything, that he had was holding Yang's panties, that he had seen underneath her dress, and that he had noticed that in that split second he had, that Yang was very, very horny. He nearly fainted.
"Thanks for holding my stuff!" Yang smiled as she walked up and retrieved her clothes from Nichol. Without remarking on anything about the situation, she redrew her coat back over her shoulders and slid back into her panties, not taking any effort to hide her dress riding up in the process. Nichol received a prolonged look of Yang's glistening thighs as she wiggled into proper cover. "It's so much easier to fight like that."
Nichol just stared at Yang, unable to say anything.
"What?" Yang asked, looking at Nichol's agape mouth, his face plastered with confusion and lust. "What is it? Is there another one?" He shook his head. Yang blushed and shot up, fear on her face. "Oh my god, did my dress rip again!?" She slapped her body at several points, checking for tears. Her body rippled as she slapped her breasts together, holding them out of fear of exposure.
It took Nichol several blinks and another head shake to calm down Yang's manhandling of herself and her curves. Even with her outfit, her body was becoming clear as she patted herself down in a frenzy. Drooping low and carrying a deep, questioning grin, Nichol asked, "W-what do you mean, a-again?" The man's face was lecherous to an absurd degree, and his belt strained with lust that had started with Yang's dress flip.
Yang closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side, smiling a bright smile. "Jack didn't tell you?"
"Jack was there!?"
"Yeah. My dress got all torn up and fell off. It was SUPER embarrassing. I think he saw my boobs." Yang's chest thrusted out ever so slightly. She neglected to mention that Jack had not only definitely seen her bare breasts, but played with them and took copious amounts of photos, and that was after receiving the first of two blowjobs. "He was a gentleman about it, though."
"D-did you have... Uhh... You know..." Nichol looked down at Yang's curvaceous hips, marking out the faint imprint of her panties.
"What, these?" Yang giggled as she pinched her dress' hems and lifted, showing off her neon blue panties, wet with lust, just like her legs. They were cute, thin, and partially see through thanks to her arousal.
"Yeah... Those..." Nichol's face became painted with confusion, followed by a false confidence. Trying and failing to act calm, he stood up straighter and held the back of his head, attempting to look as cool as he tried to portray himself. "Hoo... Wow. Those are... Those are... You're lifting up your skirt."
"Do you like them? I picked them out." Yang curtsied, raising her dress further, the fringes of her stomach becoming visible.
Nichol's facade of bravado cracked further. "You mean, for me?"
"Yes, silly!" Yang mock pouted, false tears pooling at corners of her eyes. "Do you not like them?"
"No, no, what? No. They're fine. It's just..." Nichol shrunk back as Yang lowered her dress, hiding her panties.
Tears started rolling down Yang's cheeks as she slackened. "Then you don't like meee?"
Nichol jumped up. "N-no! I think you're great! You're super hot, and the way you killed that Ursa was cool!"
Yang perked up, her disposition switching instantly. Bouncing with joy, she brightly exclaimed, "Yaaaaaay! You think I'm pretty?"
"Y-you're hot, y-yes," Nichol stuttered, incredibly confused and off put by Yang's mood swings. His attempt to carry himself had completely fell apart, his cowardice showing clear as day as he nervously wrung his hands and looked away. "D-did you mean to show me... under your dress?"
Her face turning from jubilant to sly, Yang said, "Why? Did you like what you saw?" Her bravado returned as she took a step forward. When Nichol responded by taking one back, she said, "Cuz I got more~"
Yang took several steps forward, not stopping until Nichol was prevented from running away by an alley wall. Even though her conservative outfit, her step made her breasts bounce and her hips shake, causing the boy's heart to race, his desire to burn, and his concern to skyrocket.
"What's wrong?" Yang asked, her voice sultry and laced with lust. She drew in close to Nichol's ear. "I thought you liked me? I thought you said I was hot?" She put a hand over his shoulder, drawing his eyes and preventing him from escaping. What was once a smooth talking flirt was now a cowering boy thanks to Yang's forceful advance. The bulge in his pants proved that he was enjoying every moment of it, but Yang confirmed that he was all talk as she reached for his belt.
"I-I mean that, but this is... T-this is a lot to take in... I mean, I didn't think you'd be so–"
Yang slapped Nichol, silencing him and giving her a moment to step back. Her eyes locked with his, an unending gaze burning through his mind as she started shimmying out of her panties again. Without giving the full reveal this time, the blonde stepped out of the bright blue and deposited the dripping material into the silver haired man's hand.
"You never thought I'd be so what? Beautiful?"
"I was going to say, 'd-direct,' but that works I guess..." Nichol stared at Yang's panties, counting blessings.
"You want more?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, s-sir."
Yang patted Nichol's head like a well trained dog and slid off her jacket, bringing her breasts to prominence. She lowered his hands to his waist and maneuvered them into his pants. Receiving the signal, Nichol started stroking his erection, wrapping it with Yang's dampened panties as she continued to undress.
Turning her dress into a skirt, Yang took her arms out of the cutesy sleeves of her outfit, letting the top fall to her waist to show off her massive, perfect breasts in her bikini top. The blue cloth strained, unable to come close to covering her boobs, leaving significant amounts hanging out. Nichol coughed, unable to speak as Yang squished them together. He hastened his strokes in preparation for what the blonde had in store.
"I never told you about Weiss, did I?" Yang drew Nichol in close, pressing her barely contained breasts to his chest as her face settled inches from his. Her saccharine smile faded off against hot, sporadic breaths and nervous bliss. Nichol shook his head as Yang unbuttoned a few more of the buttons on his black shirt. She pulled his head even closer as she grabbed his necklace.
"Well, I like to get home after a long day of training," Yang started, drawing out every other word to tease Nichol as long as possible. "I'm all hot and sweaty and just exhausted." Nichol gulped as Yang undid his belt, allowing his hands more freedom. "So I just climb up next to a hot and sweaty Weiss in her bed. She loves it when I let her lay on my lap." Nichol's breath grew more forced, along with his motions as Yang unzipped his baggy jeans and lowered them. "Then, we go to the showers together." Nichol slowed down as Yang moved from his ear to his waist, boxers strained. "And then she watches as I–" Yang emphasized as she threaded her thumbs under her bikini before pausing for breath.
Nichol, shaking, raised an eyebrow, urging Yang to go on.
"Take."
Sliding her thumbs under the straps on her shoulders, Yang lifted up just the slightest amount, her expression avaricious with thoughts of fulfillment.
"My."
Yang slowly pulled the straps off of her shoulders, her bikini hanging only staying up due to her perfect breasts straining it tight around her chest. Faint outlines of her nipples made themselves clear as the top grew ever tighter.
"Top."
Yang let the word pop in her mouth, ending her single word with a cute purse of her lips. Her face only accentuated her looks as she held up her bikini with one arm, shifting the other behind her to the tied strings.
"Off~"
Yang pulled apart the knot tying her bikini together, the strings dripping onto her back as they came undone. With a smile brighter than the summer sun, she released the arm covering her breasts just enough to drop her bikini without showing anything. She stared up at Nichol, his face burning at the now topless woman on her knees before him.
"She has to wait until I'm done with her to see anything, though."
Yang lowered her free hand to Nichol's boxers, pulling them down as he held his erection, something akin to fear compounding the pure desire in his eyes. She reached out to take his place, looking up at him with a want in hers. As she figured, he was shorter that Jack or Ross, but she loved tearing away his facade of bravery, turning him into the toy this time. If he couldn't satisfy her physically as well as Jack or Ross, she could make him bend to her will in the way she wanted, which would be just as good. She wanted the satisfaction of making him into putty with nothing but a nice, long session with her hand.
"She screams so loud when I start fu–"
With a stifled, "HMPH!" Nichol's head shot back as he came, unable to prevent himself from finishing. With a final few strokes, he started shooting cum out, coating Yang's hand before she even touched him. Instinctively, she dodged to the side, preventing her body from getting covered in spunk, though unable to save her outstretched arm. Sticky white liquid coated between her fingers as she reeled back, looking up at the man who just shot his chances of a handjob into an alley. Expended, he panted and looked down at her, unable to settle on words or expressions.
Yang stared up at Nichol, completely confused at what had just happened. After a few beats of silence, she broke the air with a, "Pfffft! HAHA, OH MY GOD, YOU IDIOT!" She threw herself back, unabashedly laughing as everything about Nichol shrunk into sad nothing. "I knew you were all talk, but god!" She wiped her hand on the ground and realigned her arm over her quivering breasts. "Dumbass! Hahaha!" She continued laughing as an ashamed Nichol readjusted his clothes, not saying anything. "Oh, my god you missed out big time." Yang pulled her dress back up, blocking Nichol's look at her bare breasts. Her nipples still showed now that she didn't have her bikini on, but she turned away from him as she straightened out. "Keep my panties; they're the best you're gonna get now. God, I didn't even cum..."
Yang completely redressed, putting on her mock bra and jacket and giggling all the while before stepping out of the alley, in pure hysterics at Nichol's failure to prevent himself from finishing before she even had her go at him. Looking at her hand, her face dropped into being beyond annoyed and completely unsatisfied. Hilarious as it was to her, she was now burning with want and desire, and she had no outlet to speak of. Masturbation was beyond thought; she was reaching the final boiling point, both from her already heightened desire and the missed chance that had now been almost literally pissed away. She left Nichol behind to mope as she felt her heart thump louder than any monster.
A while later, BYRN reconvened in the town square. Jack and Ross seemed to have actually found something useful, but a strangely somber Nichol explained that he and Yang had found nothing after hours of searching, got incredibly frustrated at that fact and each other, and split apart to see if it would help. In reality, all Yang did in the hours alone was look for the two of them to help quiet the unsatisfied feeling inside her. She managed to suppress her urge to tear off everything and go at the pair, letting her pressure build to past the maximum. Shuddering, she didn't deny his claims, and kept remarking how nothing of note had happened. The pair that knew what was up with Yang looked at each other, confused. They assumed what had happened when they noticed Yang's body shaking uncontrollably, vibrating from her desire to be pleasured as she restrained herself.
Another night of movies was spent in the room BYRN was shared. No one said anything about it, but everyone knew that Nichol had messed up in some way by way of Yang not being happy and filled, and also from the silver haired man's refusal to join any conversation. Jack and Ross also knew something was up when Yang's shower was short, not involving muffled screams as it had the past few days, while Nichol's was far longer than it had been. Yang came out, continuing to shudder, but refused to answer why, retiring next to Jack in an oddly out-of-character set of cute pajamas thats soft orange button up decorated with suns looked almost childish, even while stretched out. The hints of her sexual personality were drawn out when she showed off that she only had three buttons done up at the top, more than enough to cover her breasts, but not enough to keep her toned stomach from showing. After falsely nodding off and letting Jack tuck her in, furthering her motif of being treated as a kid, she snuggled up to him, murmuring indecipherably into his ear.
Yang fell asleep suffering, knowing that she'd be happy tomorrow and not now as she thought about all the presents she'd get.
"I can't hold it in any longer."