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"Oh what in Oum's sunglasses is going on right now?" Jaune yelped in surprise, staring at the scene before her.

The sensuality. Jaune simply lifted her hands and covered her face, not even bothering to try and just turn the other way. With her face deep red at the image of Pyrrha laid out around an array of roses naked, Jaune tried to talk.

"W-what's going on?" Jaune asked with a shaky tone, her fingers trembling over her eyes. Jaune heard shifting around, the petals making a strange noise against skin—er the ground of the room as Pyrrha stood up. Jaune could hear the footfalls, almost completely silent, as Pyrrha seemed to get closer. Jaune took a few steps back to try and escape, only for Pyrrha to swipe his hand and shut the door forcefully. Well, Pyrrha used his semblance to do so, which led to the door slamming shut and a loud cracking noise to echo through the room as the lock mechanism practically melded together because of the force.

Jaune whimpered at the thought of being trapped in a room with frisky Pyrrha.

Jaune actually jumped up in surprise, shrieking when Pyrrha's finger touched the base of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Momentarily forgetting Pyrrha's state of undress, Jaune took one hand off of her face and slapped Pyrrha's hand away from her, only to slam her hand back onto her face after a brief glance of too much skin, her hand slapping hard against her own cheek.

"Oh my. Are you alright there Jaune?" Pyrrha asked in concern as Jaune let out a pained gasp. Pyrrha reached out again to try and see the damage before Jaune shrunk away, hands still covering her eyes.

"Yes, please stay away from me." Jaune whispered. Pyrrha winced in hurt before sitting down cross legged with her hands grabbing onto her ankles.

Jaune's mind decided that it was safe to venture as Pyrrha seemed to have gone silent and unmoving, and Jaune quickly turned around to face the wall, taking her hands off of her eyes and navigating to her drawers without looking to the center of the room.

"Why are you doing this Pyrrha?" Jaune asked softly, sighing in relief as she pulled out a thin strip of white cloth. Placing it around her eyes, she tied it tight across her head. The material was thin enough that Jaune could still navigate through the room, but thick enough that it made sure everything was just a blurry silhouette. Taking a deep breath, Jaune turned around and looked at Pyrrha, who thankfully looked like a dark shadow to her. Pyrrha went on to answer her question.

"I wanted to show you my confidence. After all, confidence is all you—" Pyrrha started to say, before Jaune interrupted him.

"Are you really going to take advice from me?" Jaune asked dubiously. Pyrrha shrugged.

"It's not bad advice just because you're the one who said it." Pyrrha said.

"Uh, actually, it kind of is." Jaune shot back, wondering internally why Pyrrha was so… gullible and reckless after she turned into a he.

"How so?" Pyrrha asked, genuinely sounding unsure. Jaune paused, trying to find a way to get through to him.

"Okay. 'Confidence is all a man needs'. That's advice that I acted on, right?" Jaune asked slowly, seeing a murky head nod in affirmation. "And me, Jaune Arc, before I turned into a girl, decided to use pickup lines like 'I'm a natural blonde'. Now, does that sound like a… suave thing to do?" Jaune asked. Pyrrha paused, thinking hard.

"Well, I mean, maybe it's not the worst thing…" Pyrrha trailed uncertainly.

"I tried to serenade Weiss with bad singing and guitar playing." Jaune snapped, hoping that Pyrrha would understand how horrific her flirting used to be. Instead Pyrrha nodded excitedly, clasping his hands together.

"That actually sounds grand! We could do that as well, and then I could call you my gallant knight and—oh Monty's dusty overalls what am I talking about?" Pyrrha gasped in horror as he finally realized that he sounded just as bad as Jaune before he turned into a she.

Jaune threw her hands up in relief, finally getting through to Pyrrha.

"Thank you!" Jaune yelled out. Pyrrha blushed at her horrendous behavior, but turned and looked at Jaune, who had decided to recline backwards a little, placing her hands to the back and arching her back in almost a stretch, so that Pyrrha could catch the swell of Jaune's breasts.

With a hard gulp, Pyrrha shook with desire.

After enough time with Team RWBY, Jaune was starting to get the hang of realizing when danger was close, and froze.

"Pyrrha?" Jaune's voice was quiet, uncertain. To anyone else besides Pyrrha, they would have heard the tension and fear in her voice. But to Pyrrha all he could hear was the tension, and tension equaled sexual tension in Pyrrha's lust driven mind.

"J-Jaune." Pyrrha said, every fiber of his being shaking to control the urge to pounce onto the vulnerable form of the girl sitting so ravishingly close to him.

"Y-yes Pyrrha?" Jaune answered, hoping that this wasn't going to lead into something that she couldn't stop. Jaune might have gotten stronger over the many months, but she was nowhere near the strength of the Mistral Champion.

With a shuffle, Pyrrha stood up and turned around rummaging through his drawer. Standing up straight, Pyrrha walked over to Jaune and held his hand out.

"What's that?" Jaune asked in careful curiosity, only seeing a blob in front of her.

"Rope." Pyrrha said confidently.

"Rope?" Jaune asked, confused.

"Rope." Pyrrha repeated.

"… Why?" Jaune asked, her body drawn in, her eyes alert through the blindfold.

"I need you to tie me up before I lose control of myself and… ravage you." Pyrrha said with a casual tone that belied the information he just gave.

"W-what?" Jaune squeaked out.

"Just do it!" Pyrrha snarled, getting closer to Jaune, who squealed in surprise, both of her hands shoving outwards and pushing Pyrrha away.

At this point, Pyrrha's pupils were like pinpricks, and she pounced, the rope in her hand flying around as he pinned Jaune down onto the ground.

"Stop it Pyrrha!" Jaune screamed in fear. "W-why do you even have rope in your drawer anyways?!"

"For research," Pyrrha grunted as Jaune's hands slammed down onto him, "purposes—now lay still so I can—"

His words were drowned out by a loud screech of metal on metal as the door to the room almost bent in half and was flung forwards, revealing Professor Goodwitch standing there.

Glynda stood, arms crossed as she looked down at the naked boy holding some very questionable rope laying over a blindfolded girl.

Pyrrha gave a weak smile.

"Would you believe this isn't what it looks like?" Pyrrha asked hopefully.

Glynda just looked at the boy, who started to chuckle weakly.

Pyrrha continued to chuckle helplessly all the way to the Headmaster's office.