The weekend came and went and Pyrrha was lost in her memories. The memory of Jaune wearing such a beautiful dress for her. Of him coming undone for her. Of him looking so beautiful! All for her.

She wanted more!

She'd gone shopping during the week, taking her time in the mall to ensure she'd gotten everything she'd need for next time. There had to be a next time. She couldn't allow it to have just been a one time thing.

Thankfully it wasn't too long after that night before Ren and Nora were out again. Something about making a treehouse for sloths, which Nora insisted were just regular houses. Jaune was out on a jog as they left, so Pyrrha waved them off alone before getting her things ready.

Jaune returned about twenty minutes later, a thin layer of sweat against his skin. Pyrrha blushed, not able to meet his eyes as he walked in. "Hey Pyrrha. Everything alright," he asked curiously.

"Um, yes! Yes, Jaune. I... I was just... wondering..." She had to word this right. She'd seen his legs up close a couple weeks ago. And as much as she liked them... well, there was one thing that'd dampen her fun if she were to try again. "Our training is advancing swiftly... However... it might help us both from here if you commit to shaving your legs? I hope you won't take this as an insult. It's just..." She'd prepared a half dozen excuses for this but they all seemed so silly now. Thankfully, Jaune trusted her completely.

"Sure thing Pyrrha. I'll pick up a razor next time we hit up the convenience store," he said happily.

"Actually! I have one ready for you." Pyrrha was in and out of her room in moments, handing Jaune a razor of the same brand she used.

"Oh. Thanks. I've gotta shower now anyway. That 10 mile run really works up a sweat." And then he was in the bathroom. And Pyrrha was left to pace back and forth in her room.

Was Jaune really shaving? Was he dragging the blade against his skin? She imagined the way he'd lift one leg and then the other, sliding the metal against his skin and letting the water wash away the rest. She imagined how smooth his skin would be, how amazing it would feel to run her fingers along his calves and thighs. To rub her own legs against his. The thought made her dizzy with excitement.

The minutes seemed to tick by forever. Fifteen. Twenty. Jaune was usually out around now. Thirty. Forty. Pyrrha was pacing back and forth, wondering what was taking him so long. The water was still running. Was he alright? Had she asked too much of him?

The water shut off after fifty three minutes, and Pyrrha paused mid-step to listen. He toweled off, nearly tripped over something, then opened the door. She breathed a sigh of relief before quickly leaving her room.

"I didn't expect having smooth legs would feel so... I don't know." He looked at his legs in the mirror- the same mirror that Pyrrha had made him watch her jerk him off in. Clearly he was happy with the results.

"Having your legs bare lets you feel the breeze. Lets you feel the arc of an enemy's blade or claw as it moves towards you," Pyrrha explained, watching with pleasure as the last few drops of water ran unimpeded down Jaune's smooth skin.

"Yeah... that makes a lot of sense. I guess I know why your legs are always so smooth now," Jaune said with a small, nervous laugh. Pyrrha blushed again, the realization that Jaune had been noticing small things like that about her making her feel warm.

"Y-yes well... that's not the only thing having bare legs is good for."

"Huh?"

Pyrrha handed him the bundle of clothes she'd prepared for the night. Jaune stuttered for a moment, confusion on his face quickly replaced by realization and worry. He opened his mouth to speak, but Pyrrha silenced him with a quick finger to the lips. "There's a reward in it for you when you're done."

That was all Jaune needed to hear. He nervously grabbed the pile of clothes and walked into his room. Pyrrha almost called out to him to beg him to stay with her. She wanted to see him change! But Jaune was clearly just a couple requests away from shattering. She'd have to take it slow with him.

She counted down the minutes as she waited for her leader to reemerge. She imagined him slipping each article of clothing onto himself, the way the fabric would slide against him, the way it'd hug his body once he got it on properly. The stockings, the plaid skirt, the blazer. The anticipation was driving her crazy! She could just-

Jaune Arc opened the door, poking his head out. "Hey, Pyrrha," he asked, his voice wavering, deep blue eyes unable to meet her glittering green.

"Yes, Jaune?"

"Do I… need to wear this? I don't think it's um… necessary," he asked, his hand poking out from behind the door, holding the deep vermillion bra she'd picked out for him.

"It's part of the set, Jaune. I'm sure it'll look lovely on you," Pyrrha said, a sincere smile on her face as she encouraged him back inside. Jaune looked back down at the fabric, swallowed, nodded, and shut the door.

Pyrrha Nikos wasn't an impatient sort of person- combat training distilled a patience in most people. The patience to wait for a weakness to exploit.

But she didn't think she'd survive the wait for her prize.

She decided to wait on the couch, clutching one of the cushions to her chest as tightly as she could. Deep breaths, Nikos. She just had to wait. She just had to occupy her mind with the thought of-

The door opened and Pyrrha's eyes snapped up. Jaune was clearly uncomfortable, still hiding behind the door. "Pyrrha, I-"

"Jaune! Come sit next to me!" Pyrrha patted the couch cushion next to her, her smile wide and inviting. The list of things that people weren't willing to give Pyrrha after a big smile and comforting word was exceedingly small, and she used that to her advantage.

Jaune took a deep breath and nodded before walking out from behind the door and joining Pyrrha on the couch. He felt kind of silly wearing Beacon's female school uniform, but if Pyrrha liked it, he didn't exactly mind. The plaid skirt wasn't too short, and the blazer basically fit him the way he was used to the male blazer fitting him. The only issue had been-

"Oh! I'll tie this for you," Pyrrha offered, pulling Jaune to sit between her legs instead of beside her. She couldn't get close enough to him if she tried. She hummed to herself as she tied the ribbon around his neck, her fingers working with such an incredible level of skill it made Jaune nervous. "There we go! All done," Pyrrha said happily. She let him look at himself in the mirror. The tights hugged his legs, the creamy white skin underneath looking exceptionally tantalizing under the sheer fabric. The skirt rode up his thighs just a touch as he sat down, threatening to give her a glimpse of the vermilion panties she'd picked out. The blazer fit perfectly, and with the tie tied up, it really completed the look.

"Let's not forget the basics." Pyrrha reached behind the other couch cushion and grabbed the makeup bag she'd prepared for the night. Foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick. The motions were the same, except this time she'd picked out a shade of vermillion that matched the underwear he was wearing.

"You look beautiful," Pyrrha sighed, pressing her lips to his neck.

"Th-thanks… Thanks Pyrrha," he mumbled, blood rushing to his cheeks as she got closer.

"I think it's time for your reward now, don't you?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, quickly pouncing on him. She'd waited long enough.

Jaune yelped as he was pushed onto his back. He looked up and Pyrrha was his entire world. Her hair came down like a curtain, framing her face and blocking out the rest of the world around them. She was beautiful. She'd been spending so much time jogging and training outside that her skin had begun to tan under Vale's maritime sun. Her eyes glittered like fresh cut emeralds. Her skin was impossibly soft, her touch kind but unyielding. Jaune was in the clutches of nature's most beautiful predator.

Pyrrha's hands rested on his chest, her palms cupping his pecs and feeling the soft, firm muscle underneath. She squeezed, and got the smallest sigh from him. "You know, Jaune… Having your breasts played with is a really erotic experience. Would you like to experience it?"

"P-Pyrrha… I… I don't have-"

"You're wearing a bra. You're whining while I grope you. They're breasts, Jaune. They're tits." Pyrrha squeezed him again, pushing the heels of her palms deeper into them. Jaune whined and squirmed, feeling the lacy fabric of the bra brush against his nipples. He'd never realized how sensitive they could be until now. Until Pyrrha was playing with them. Groping him through his shirt. It was overwhelming.

"You're so beautiful, Jaune. I'm jealous. Really, I am. I just want to sink my teeth into you," Pyrrha cooed, her lips brushing against his neck before she grazed her teeth against his pulse. Jaune's whines filled the room and urged her on.

She unbuttoned his blazer, too excited to wait much longer. She wanted to touch every inch of him that she could. She felt like a teenaged boy desperate to strip his girlfriend. Except, well, Jaune was clearly far more into it. She unbuttoned his shirt next, just enough to get at what was hiding underneath. A flash of red made her heart race. It was the exact same color of her hair. Jaune was hers. Exactly how she wanted him. Her hands raced under his shirt, under his bra, pushing it up just enough to expose pebbled pink nipples. Pyrrha sucked in air through her teeth, feeling herself ruin her own underwear as excited as she was getting. But no… she couldn't indulge. Not yet. This was about how beautiful Jaune was.

"P-Pyrrha," Jaune gasped, his hips bucking as Pyrrha's lips closed around one of his nipples. Her fingers tended to the other, rubbing the pads of her fingers along it and gently twisting and tugging on it in whatever way made Jaune whine her name the loudest.

Her free hand traveled down his body, along his stomach that was just beginning to show the signs of his training, etched with muscles underneath that Pyrrha felt proud to have helped mold there. Her hand traveled down even further, under the skirt and against the sheer fabric of the tights.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Jaune," Pyrrha whispered, rubbing him through the tights and underwear. She could tell he was overwhelmed, her tongue against his nipple, her fingernails grazing against his cock. Jaune Arc hadn't felt anything other than his own hand since last week, and now here he was, on display for her.

He was beautiful.

She kept up the pace, slow and fleeting under his skirt. Up and down, up and down, up and down his length. She got the biggest whine yet when she went further down, out of rhythm, and teased his balls. Perfect.

They were sensitive, even under two layers of fabric. She rolled them between her fingers, working him up more and more while her other hand and lips switched positions. She couldn't neglect his nipples for long either, not when he was so vocal about his pleasure.

Much too soon, Pyrrha could feel how wet Jaune was getting for her through his underwear. His desperate cock was leaking through the fabric, arousal throbbing and squeezing until it stained the vermillion lace an even deeper shade of red. It wouldn't be long now until their little date was over.

Pyrrha loathed for this to be over so quickly. She could spend the whole night teasing him over his underwear, sucking on his tits until he squirmed his way free of her. But… well, Jaune deserved his reward. She kept up the pace, kept up the teasing. She was going to unravel Jaune Arc under her touch with just a few fingers and her tongue. The rush excited her and pushed her to work even more.

"P-Pyrrha!" Jaune whined again, his hands desperately clutching at the woman as he tried to anchor himself. He was close to his release and he hadn't even taken his underwear off!

"Shh, it's okay Jaune. I want to make you feel good… Cum in your panties for me."

The command sent shivers down his spine, and his response was immediate. His hips bucked one last time and he moaned her name this time, his cock pumping his release into the lacey fabric.

Pyrrha kept up the pace though. She didn't stop. She kept her ministrations as if Jaune's release were just a coincidence. As if her whole goal had been playing with his body without care for his release at all. Jaune's head was spinning as she kept stroking him, and he was quickly getting overwhelmed. He grabbed her wrists, desperately trying to get her to stop, but Pyrrha was far stronger than he could ever hope to be. She kept playing with him until she had had her fill.

"Beautiful," she whispered, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. She pressed the gentlest of kisses to Jaune's lips before sliding off his body. "You should change, Jaune. I heard tonight is taco night in the cafeteria!"