A/N: Huh, I guess I'm just gonna choose to believe that you guys are saying my spicy scenes aren't bad, but that my plot and character interaction is just that good. Thank you for your compliments. Also, a few people pointed out that I've been spelling Cardin's name wrong. I've corrected that mistake going forward, and I'll see about screening previous chapters when I have the time.


Chapter 13

Tag(s): Standing-Doggy, Rough, Cream-Pie.

Girl(s): Glynda.

Words: 5,833

"Of all the immature nonsense I've seen over the years!"

Jaune flinched, feeling two feet tall beneath his wife's glare. This might be another situation where marrying your teacher wasn't as sexy as everyone made it out to be. Suffice to say, she was never pleased to see two students caught fighting outside of sanctioned spars, even less when they both had their weapons drawn. The fact that her seventeen-year-old husband had been involved only added to the vein throbbing at the corner of her temple.

The rest of Cardin's team had gotten off with an ominous, "I'll deal with you lot later," before he and the other aggressor were dragged to her office.

At least he had the decency to look ashamed. And the stupid fight hadn't even been his fault! Meanwhile, Cardin was all but lounging in the chair next to his, openly annoyed at the abrasive tone raining upon them.

Turning back toward Glynda, the professor finally seemed to be winding down as she fell silent, pinching the bridge of her nose. That silence continued until she replaced her glasses to give each young man a disappointed frown. "I'm not going to say anything more because I'm sure you both understand the gravity of this situation. So, I'll leave it at this. Mr. Winchester, seeing as you caused the brunt of the damage our school's lockers, you and your team will be responsible for completing repairs until the lockers and benches are better than before the school year started. It shouldn't take more than, oh, two weekends to accomplish so long as the four of you are diligent."

That sounded more than generous to Jaune. Cardin, however, exploded with indignant offense. "What?" The ginger cried as he stood on his feet. But Glynda had been expecting it, sending a nearby potted plant into the center of his chest. It had been fast enough to earn an, "oof," from the giant before his balance saw him fall back into his seat.

His big blue eyes stared at the older woman, but Glynda had already turned her attention to the other offender. "As for you, Jaune," she sighed, "you caused considerably less damage, disregarding dents and cracks caused by your body, but you were still caught participating in an unauthorized fight on school grounds. I'm afraid I have no choice but to give you detention after classes for the next three weeks."

Jaune winced at the sentencing. Fifteen detentions were way worse than two weekends, personally. Especially when, and he couldn't stress this enough, Cardin had been the one to start this entire mess! He'd just been trying to get away and keep his face intact. But when he opened his mouth to argue, Glynda's glare returned in full force, and Jaune didn't find it nearly as sexy when the expression was directed at him.

Unfortunately, Cardin couldn't be so smart and still hissed his displeasure. "How's it fair me and my guys end up losing our weekends hammering out dents all day when Turtle here gets away with a few detentions?"

The look on his face and how he said the word made it clear exactly what he thought Jaune's punishment would entail. It was Jaune's turn to become indignant. As if Glynda would ever be anything but professional regarding Beacon and enforcing its rules. But his wife didn't flinch, meeting Cardin's accusation with disinterested ambivalence.

"I'm not under any obligation to explain myself to my students, Mr. Winchester," she brushed him aside. "And if you continue this disruptive behavior, I'll have no choice but to get your parents involved."

It wasn't often that Cardin looked scared. But act like a child and you were liable to be treated like one. And sure enough, the clear threat was enough to stop the boy in his tracks. He had no choice but to stop whatever he'd been about to reply as the muscle of his neck visibly bulge beneath the strength of his jaw.

Seeing his reaction, Glynda gave the young man a single firm nod. "Good. Now, you're free to start toward your next class. I've already informed Bartholomew about your absence. However, there are a few details I'd like to hear from Jaune in private. Run along now."

If anything, her words only served to incite the ginger further. However, Glynda's earlier threat still hung in the air. With no other choice, the boy merely stood from his chair and marched toward the door.

Jaune expected him to leave in a huff, stomping his feet the whole way. Instead, he stopped right before his hand closed around the brass knob, glaring over his shoulder. And this time, Jaune was surprised to see his ire focused on their professor. "You know, I think calling my parents might be the right idea. I bet they'd love to hear about everything the faculty at this joke of a school are up to."

Stealing the last word, the boy left before anyone could comment, slamming the door behind him. Jaune didn't waste a second to turn on his wife, his expression beseeching as he explained, "It wasn't my fault!" But the immature words ended up being a mistake. And given Glynda's derisive frown, she made it clear that she had never been more aware of their age difference.

Glynda answered him with an exaggerated sigh. "Tell me, Jaune. Do you think I want to treat my husband like a child? Do you think I want to sit across from the man I married because he's in detention I was forced to sentence?" And while Jaune did feel guilty, he was much too focused on the injustice to back down.

"But he attacked me," he stressed as if that had ever been in question. "I was just defending myself! What, was I supposed to let him stomp me into the floor?"

Glynda's features remained tight and controlled. "Defending yourself doesn't constitute placing another student's throat at sword point. Please don't think I don't believe you or that I believe you would willingly engage in such behavior. But school rules are structured this way for a reason. Allowing students to fight back just because they didn't instigate would only lead to more destruction and damage to property. I know you're all teenagers, but I don't think any of you appreciate how powerful you all are."

Jaune opened his mouth to keep arguing, to explain how unfair that was, only to stop at the last second. He might not have stayed as composed if Glynda wasn't his wife, but their familiarity forced him to at least try to see her point of view. And to his chagrin, she did have a point.

Today had just been him and Cardin, and they'd already managed to damage at least a few rows of lockers, even if Jaune's contribution had been little more than serving as the wrecking ball. But if someone like Pyrrha had been involved? Or The Brother's forbid, Yang? They would have needed more than a few weekends to repair everything. Hell, if those two went all out, they might need to renovate the entire locker room.

Rules weren't created for the individual. They were made with the broadest strokes with the most people in mind. And that meant, sometimes, they would feel unfair if you fell out of the intended spirit. But that was part of life. And to say that he demanded a perfect and just world made Jaune feel as immature as Cardin had looked.

"I am sorry," Glynda finally relaxed, seeing her husband accept her words. "But I cannot be seen showing favoritism because of our relationship. If anything, I'll admit I may have to hold you to a higher standard than the rest of your class because of it." But just because Jaune understood, that didn't mean he was any less upset by the turn of events.

Jaune couldn't contain his snort as his eyes rolled dramatically. "Try and tell that to jerks like Cardin. You should have heard the things he was saying about us—about you!"

But if he was expecting Glynda to change her opinion at the news, he was doubly surprised when she answered, "I did." Jaune stared at her, blinking for a moment before she explained, "Beacon's locker rooms are where we store the majority of our student's very personal, very expensive weapons and equipment. It only makes sense that such an area would be heavily monitored. After I sent you and Mr. Winchester to my office, I stayed behind to quickly review the tapes."

"Oh," Jaune lamented, feeling his cheeks heat up. Hearing Cardin and his team laugh at him had been bad enough. Now, he had to live with the fact that Glynda had seen his humiliating display.

Seeing her husband's face, Glynda finally decided some mercy was warranted as she sauntered forward, shedding her firm instructor persona to embrace the softer woman Jaune's presence inspired. "Thank you for feeling like you had to defend me," Glynda leaned over to kiss his cheek, "but I must beg that you don't get into any further trouble, especially on my account. I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself from the likes of four teenage boys."

"You're not upset?" Jaune marveled. It was Glynda's turn to roll her eyes.

"I hardly see why I should be affected by the opinion of children like Cardin Winchester. You would be sorely mistaken if you think he's the first first-year who has strolled into Beacon thinking he's The Brother's gift to humanity."

Jaune was impressed. But maybe he shouldn't have been. Glynda was a successful woman who had taught more students than most people could imagine. Of course she would have developed a thicker skin than most. In her eyes, Cardin really was that unimportant. Whereas Jaune had let the enormous boy swell in his thoughts, giving him importance and attention that he didn't deserve.

"I just wish I knew what his problem was," Jaune admitted, frowning. "I fought the guy once, and suddenly I'm his mortal enemy? How does that work?"

"You didn't fight him," Glynda corrected, "you beat him. And that alone is enough to damage most men's egos. But then you came into my next class and revealed you're involved with not one, but two attractive women."

Jaune stirred at that, staring up at his wife. "You're saying he's jealous?" Had Cardin had a crush on Glynda? Or was it Pyrrha? Jaune decided he didn't like the thought of either answer.

"Yes," Glynda agreed, "but not like you're thinking. Some men truly believe strength entitles them to everything—women especially. He likely does not desire me or Pyrrha on a personal level, but he's jealous of what we represent. What our attention represents. And how that reflects on you, someone he's already deemed weaker and less deserving than himself.

"He likely sees us as little more than trophies. Trophies that should desire men like him. You challenged that worldview, and he does not want to accept that. Not when it might suggest being the strongest and the biggest isn't the most important thing in the world. The only qualities he possesses. But rather than confront his own shortcomings, it's likely he decided punching you was the easier solution. And upon your defeat, he would regain the attention and respect he's decided you've stolen from him."

That…made more sense than Jaune wanted to admit, even if he hated it. And seeing the grimace on his face, Glynda nodded with a sigh. "I agree. Unfortunately, men like that will always exist in this world. You have no choice but to accept it."

"Delt with your fair share?" Jaune chuffed.

"And then some," she sadly agreed. "Which is why I'm so grateful that stage of my life is over, and I no longer have to worry about combing through the junk pile that is dating single men in their late thirties. I've found my man, and I'm not letting him go any time soon."

Jaune perked up slightly, smiling at the notion of being called Glynda's man. At least until he remembered what she'd said about Cardin wanting her, symbolically or otherwise. Suddenly, the image of his wife wrapped in Cardin's arms asserted itself at the front of his brain, smugly taunting him just like back in the locker room.

Glynda hadn't been expecting it when Jaune launched himself to his feet to stand before her. And she was even more surprised when he walked across the room to wrap his arms around her from behind, holding her slender frame against him. "Well, your man isn't letting go of his woman either," he muttered against her ear.

Understanding dawned, and she immediately encouraged his affection, inviting his touch by bringing his hand from her stomach to her breasts while her hips arched to press the firm curve of her rear against his crotch. "Are you worried about me being taken away by another man, Jaune?" She was the one who taunted him, deciding that she very much liked the aggression he was displaying.

Jaune's answer was a grunt against her ear, embarrassed but honest. "Then you better hurry up and put a baby in me before anyone gets a chance," she all but cooed back, feeling her body come alive beneath his attention. "You have to make me yours, Jaune. Take me and fill me up until no other man can so much as look at me without knowing better."

'Sounds good to me,' Jaune decided, filling his lungs with her scent as he pressed his nose into her nape. Sinking his fingers into her breasts, her warmth and softness were all but begging him to let off some steam. Twisting the button at her neck, he was about to take his wife up on her generous offer when rationality reminded him of where the two of them currently were.

"Wait," Jaune blinked, frowning. "Are you sure you're okay having sex in your office?"

Glynda raised a daring eyebrow over her shoulder. "Why do you think I had you stay after?" And when she was met by stunned silence, surprised at her boldness, the older woman chuckled deep and throaty. "It's not that shocking, is it? We didn't get the chance to spend the night together, and as far as I know, I'm not pregnant yet. Besides, someone promised me office visits."

Jaune grinned against her pale neck, unable to hide his pleasure at her eagerness. The lingerie and dress from before had been great, but he would be lying if he wasn't even more thrilled at the idea of having sex with his sexy teacher while she was dressed as a sexy teacher. Giving her breasts a teasing squeeze, he was about to urge his other hand south when something stopped him. Specifically, someone stopped him.

"Wait," Jaune groaned, moving his hands to safer locations. "If we do this, we're just proving Carden right." The ginger's knowing glare stuck itself in his focus.

Glynda wasn't nearly as bothered as she shrugged against him. "Why does it matter if he is?" she asked back. "More importantly, are you going to let the opinion of someone you don't respect keep you from enjoying one of your wives when and how you want?"

Jaune was taken aback, not expecting to be confronted with that question. When she put it that way, it did sound somewhat silly. Especially when he took the time to admire how she filled out that tight pencil skirt, her hungry, lidded gaze, and the smart glasses above it. If he let Cardin control what he did, he would just give the bully the power Cardin thought he had. And Jaune refused to let him win.

And if that meant banging Glynda on her desk out of defiance, Jaune could live with that.

"No," Jaune answered, his voice unusually firm as his hand pulled his wife's hips against his crotch. Glynda nodded with approval, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair and encourage his kisses against her neck.

"Now you're getting it," the older woman hummed, filling her lungs as her voice took on a breathless quality. "Men your age often occupy yourselves with worries about others' opinions. It normally takes a few years before you realize how much happier you can be when you stop trying to please or impress the world." As if to prove that point, his wife rolled her hips against his tent, rewarding his defiance in the face of his peers.

"Now, where do you want me?" she bluntly asked, back to business. As if there had ever been a question.

"Bent over," Jaune didn't hesitate. "I'm failing your class, and this is the only way to get my grades up."

Glynda's eyes threatened to roll out of her head at the amusement in her husband's stare, but she would capitulate so long as it made Jaune happy. That didn't mean she didn't grumble as she unclipped her purple cape and got into position, her black skirt struggling to contain her ass as it thrust off the corner of her sturdy desk. "You've watched too many of those videos on your scroll. I won't prohibit you from viewing them, but I hope you know you don't need them anymore."

And seeing his teacher laid across her desk, waiting for him to start pounding her bottom, Jaune agreed. This was way better than anything he could find on the CCNet. In fact, he hadn't been so much as tempted to fall back into his old habits since his first night with Pyrrha. How could strangers on a digital screen ever compare with his loving wives?

Rather than admit that, a better idea came to mind as he approached his teacher. Placing his hands on her hips, he had the pleasure of unzipping her skirt, urging the snug material over her curves until it pooled around her sensible heels. She kicked the tube of black material to the side, widening her gate afterward. And if Jaune thought she'd been enticing before, it was nothing compared to how beautiful she looked in sheer black pantyhose and a simple pair of white underwear to protect her modesty.

"You know," Jaune cautiously broached, carefully peeling away the nylon first. Stretchy and smooth, he left them suspended midthigh, exposing a few inches of creamy white skin beneath his wife's panties. They were next, but Jaune played with the elastic momentarily before continuing, "Maybe we could watch one together sometime? See if they can give us any fun ideas."

Glynda's blonde slit finally peeked into view as her last defense joined her stockings around her thighs. Swollen and glistening, it looked like foreplay wouldn't be necessary. She was perfectly ready for him, wet and wanting.

Glancing over her shoulder, the older woman answered with a tempting sway of her hips. "Put a baby in me, and I'll let you fold me into whatever position catches your eye, Dearest. But for now, focus."

Jaune didn't need to be told twice. Swollen with arousal, he couldn't get his pants off fast enough, struggling with his belt before the pillar of hot flesh bounced free. Tossing his pants to the side, both of them were bottomless as he grasped his base and angled the bright red tip toward Glynda's blushing folds.

'Mine,' flashed through Jaune's mind as Glynda's center split around his tip, her softness accepting his firm insistence. Despite his best efforts, the picture of Cardin holding Glynda hadn't faded from his mind, encouraging a strangely possessive thrill as he took his wife's hips in hand.

'No one else's,' he relished, feeling his blood heat up. He thrust forward without warning, earning a rare gasp of shock from his teacher. But she didn't hate the rough treatment. And while surprised, she was hardly disappointed, arching her back and resting her cheek against the cool wooden surface as her husband claimed her. Like Cardin never would. Like Cardin would never be able to. Him or any other man.

How had Glynda put it? Oh, yeah. Take her and fill her with enough cum that no man can look at her without knowing better. Jaune liked the sound of that. And rather than shy away from the darker feelings, Jaune leaned into them, feeling Glynda's pleasure through his semblance as he repeated the sharp gesture. Her approval, her pleasure, mattered more to him than the selfish satisfaction he found in the rough treatment, but it did feel good. And soon, the small office was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as Jaune's hips continued slamming against the firm rear greeting his thrusts.

Jaune's hands moved as he leaned into the possessive aggression, sliding from her hip to her back to pin her against her desk. Glynda's response was to tighten around him, her silken walls clenching at the need she could feel from her husband, aroused by his blatant desire.

She hadn't been expecting this kind of reaction from the young man, but she was hardly complaining. If she knew this was the result, she might need to give Mr. Winchester his rematch earlier than she'd planned.

Most women would probably be turned off by the blatant jealousy, but Glynda's teeth bit into her lip to keep her voice from floating along the rapid breath pushing her breasts against the surface of her desk. She relished the resonating smack that jarred every bone in her body when their hips met. And she craved the tight fists Jaune made against her figure, grabbing at her with needy desperation.

If he felt like he had to prove something, taking her like a wild animal at her place of work, Glynda decided it was her job as his loving wife to let him slake his lust and pride on her body as often as he needed. Until he was confident that no one else would take her away.

While Glynda secretly grinned into her desk, feeling loved and cherished, Jaune's emotions were slightly heavier. He never expected that he would be the possessive type. All throughout his childhood, he'd heard his sisters go on and on about shitty boyfriends who thought they were entitled to anything just because of their relationship. Thankfully, Jaune didn't feel the same impulse to demand his wives' scrolls or ask who they spent time with.

His feelings were slightly more…base in nature. These women had never been his to claim in the first place. But either by fate or dumb luck, they were his. And whatever primal instinct still existed after how many years of evolution all but commanded that he make the rest of the men around him aware of this fact.

The idea of Glynda round and swollen with his child was just as attractive as it had been that first night together. But Jaune felt an additional thrill at the idea of the rest of the world seeing his claim for themselves. Of one day walking into class and seeing his teacher's smart clothing stretched obscenely to facilitate their child.

If he'd thought his fellow students had made noise today, it was nothing compared to what they would have to say when his wife started to show. But today had been a lesson, and Jaune decided that he didn't care anymore about what they had to say or their opinions.

Glynda was his. Pyrrha was his. And while his first wife wouldn't be having his children anytime soon, it was only a matter of time. Whenever that was, he would be honored to walk around with her on his arm, proudly sporting her pregnant belly for the world to see.

Of course, children didn't come from nowhere. And as spiritually satisfying as it would feel to put a baby in the beautiful woman taking his cock, that wasn't his only responsibility as a man or as a husband.

Glynda's pale lips fell from her teeth as a moan finally escaped, torn from her throat once she felt Jaune speed up. It wasn't rushed or urgent, hinting toward his end. Instead, he'd found a particularly delightful spot against her depths and used his semblance to exploit the weakness, punishing his wife's body without mercy.

She clenched around him, tight, wet, and greedy for what he had to give. And every stroke pushed her arousal higher, encouraging the lightheaded tingle that had already stolen her composed expression, turning her professional mask into a drunken stupor. The white material of her blouse wasn't so thin as to show anything naturally, but her husband's efforts had seen to a healthy sweat that had spread beneath the tailored seams.

'How dare he,' the older woman had enough sense to silently declare, drawing her eyebrows together when she felt the muscles beneath her navel start to pulse with familiar urgency. Didn't he know she had a class to return to? How was she supposed to face a room full of students looking like this? He was making an utter mess of her with no thoughts toward the rest of her day.

It had meant to be a quick affair, topping her off, so to speak, while they had the time. This was her fault, really. She should know better by now than to expect Jaune would be happy satisfying his own needs alone. And not for the first time, Glynda found herself gazing lovingly at the hand resting next to her face and the golden band that made all of this possible.

Jaune could feel Glynda's orgasm throb around him, her silken heat inciting the addicting friction of a woman's pleasure. Huffing and puffing, his lungs burned with the effort of his hips, but he could rest later. Right now, his attention was too focused on the beautiful woman clenching her jaw against his efforts, a lone green orb peeking at him from the corner of her eye as she gazed over the arm of her now crooked glasses.

Their stare broke when the tension in her body snapped, and her gaze rolled upward. Jaune wasn't far behind, feeling the tension around him summon his seed, drawing his balls close against his body. Giving one last powerful thrust, Jaune's hand slipped from Glynda's waist to grab a handful of her tight rear. Squeezing the milky flesh hard enough to leave an imprint, heat dredged from his core and released deep inside his teacher, pooling against the gate of her womb.

Reason slowly resurfaced without the indulgence of lust to imbibe. Jaune finally had the chance to catch his breath, sweat dripping off his blond fringe and onto his wife's back, adding to the patchwork of transparent dark spots exposing his wife's body where cotton met skin. The lines of her pale bra drew particular interest as Jaune traced the straps with his eyes, wishing they had enough time for him to undress the rest of her.

The possessiveness didn't fade completely, becoming muted in the back of his mind. But contentedness became the priority, radiating through him on currents of warm afterglow. This was where he should be. This is where his wives belonged. With him. Under him. Warm, happy, and safe. Any thoughts of Cardin ceased to exist as Jaune reveled in the security. Of course, that didn't stop him from leaning across his gasping wife, tracing his nose along her sweaty clothing until he reached the fragrant nape of her neck. That's where he pressed a long, lingering kiss, feeling her heartbeat thrum against his parted lips.

"Mine," he repeated, out loud this time and sounding far too pleased with himself. Not because he was the biggest or the strongest. But because Glynda had chosen him, and that was all he cared about.

Spent and filled to the brim with his cum, Glynda wasn't exactly in a position to argue. Nor did she have any intention to, silently delighted by this assertive side of her husband. Instead, she all but purred with satisfaction, turning her face enough that his next kiss could reach the corner of her lips in a tender gesture.

"All yours," she agreed.

Jaune would have stayed there all day if he could. His fingers itched to flip her around so he could tear the shirt apart and scatter the buttons to every corner of the room. But the bell had already rung halfway through his and Cardin's punishment, and it had been more than a few minutes since. Both of them had classes they needed to attend, and he had no doubt Glynda's last class was wondering where their teacher had gone.

Deciding not to be selfish, Jaune retreated from his wife, feeling her soft insides caress him one last time before his half-hard cock slipped from her folds. Looking down, he grinned at the bead of cum that followed after him, falling into the downy nest of blonde curls at the top of Glynda's slit.

"Would you mind reaching into my desk?" Glynda called, making no move to stand. And Jaune would have probably gone to get her the moon if she asked at that moment, readily agreeing. "Thank you. They should be in the bottom left drawer."

What "they" were quickly became apparent when Jaune followed her directions. The young man was surprised but not uncomfortable by the discovery. It was hard to be squeamish about that kind of thing around eight women living in one house. With that much estrogen floating around, every week was bound to be shark week. But he still found himself curious about what Glynda had in mind since he had a pretty good reason to believe it wasn't her time of the month.

Glynda answered him as soon as he handed her the tampon. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she placed the object against her slit, injecting the absorbent material against the flood of cum he'd left inside her. Afterward, she discarded the applicator with a flick of her semblance, free to stand without worrying about dripping all over the place as she went through the rest of the day.

"Thank you, Dearest," she sighed, radiating satisfaction as she hiked her underwear and pantyhose back over her hips. "That was the pick me up I needed to get through the rest of the day."

"Any time," Jaune acknowledged with a smirk. Something about her teaching in a room full of students completely straight-faced while his cum sloshed around inside her belly felt strangely arousing. And if these were the kind of lunches he could look forward to, his school days had brightened considerably.

Glynda must have heard his tone and smiled back, doing her best to correct the few errant hairs that had escaped her bun. The shirt was a lost cause, but there was a reason she kept a spare in her classroom's lockers. Not for this exact reason, granted, but only because the teacher had never imagined that she would become enamored with a man enough to let him take her in the middle of a school day. Brothers, was she glad to have been corrected.

"I'm glad you think so," she hummed, fixing her glasses before bending over to retrieve her skirt. And if that pose lasted longer than strictly necessary, she was doing her job as a wife. "Because your detentions are effective immediately, and I'll be personally overseeing your punishment until your three weeks are over. It would be a shame if you tired out too quickly."

Jaune startled at that, suddenly feeling much more enthusiastic about his wife's earlier ruling. "What happened to no preferential treatment?" he laughed out loud.

Glynda's amusement wasn't as obvious, glittering over the rim of her glasses as she peeked over at her husband. "I believe I said I couldn't be seen giving you preferential treatment. However, What happens behind closed doors is no one's business but our own."

The skirt and cape fell into place, and Ms. Arc once again stood before him. Albeit slightly more wrinkled than when he'd found her, but Jaune couldn't find it in him to care. Just like he didn't mind how Team RWBY and the rest of his floor could overhear Pyrrha's sexual joy, neither was he overly bothered if a bunch of fourth years walked away from her next class knowing that Glynda's new husband was able to ruffle a few of their teacher's feathers.

"Don't look too pleased with yourself," Glynda warned, narrowing her eyes. "It's still a punishment, and it will be my job to ensure you won't think about stepping out of line ever again."

Jaune sucked in a breath, not nearly as threatened as Glynda was probably hoping for. He just hoped he'd regained enough aura by then to take whatever she had in mind. Thank The Brothers that his hips were still young.

"We should get going," Glynda glanced at her scroll, frowning at the time. If she were anyone else, she might have to worry about other teachers asking why she'd missed the first fifteen minutes of her last class. Thankfully, it paid to be second in command to a boss too distracted by other matters to give your conduct any question. However, when she moved to step toward the door, her eyebrow rose when she found that Jaune hadn't moved. Instead, her husband stood there, head tilted as he stared at his scroll.

"Jaune?" she asked, in a hurry. She still had to change her shirt and that was after walking through the courtyard and through hallways. Luckily, most students would be in classes. And if anyone was caught out using the bathroom or any other such hobbies…no one would believe them.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?" Jaune answered. "Could you check your aura for me? There's something I probably should have told you about already, but it never seemed like the right time."

Curious enough to keep from refusing, Glynda's wry tone surfaced as she retrieved her device, pulling up the correct app. "As much as I appreciate the optimism, I'm afraid you weren't quite that rough with me."

'Not yet,' she mentally added. But today had been wonderful progress.

Jaune didn't laugh like she had been expecting, instead continuing to wait and stare as the information populated. And when she saw the results, her amusement quickly died when she found she had only half her aura remaining. "What…am I looking at?" she asked. And when her gaze rose to meet Jaune's, he had the same expression of a young man who had kept a secret a little too long.

Glynda's confirmation was all he needed to verify his suspicions, and he swiftly decided it might be a good idea to hear what she had to say about his semblance's new ability. Both his aura and what he'd somehow been able to accomplish just before she'd entered the locker room.


A/N: As always, I've enjoyed reading all of your comments and reviews. Thank you all so much. And after the last chapter, someone asked me if I could tell you all how long it will be until the next wife is revealed. And I thought that was very fair. So, judging by my outlines and what I've already posted, I would judge that chapter to come out around the early to mid-twenties. Which I know sounds far away, but I want this story to be about the feelings and relationships between these characters just as much as their hot steamy sex. And now that we have two wives, I want to focus on them a little more before adding another ingredient to the pot.

Glynda jumped in very early, but that was because the story needed her before it could focus on anything else. Now that I have some breathing room, I want to enjoy some fluff and write about Glynda and Pyrrha building their relationship with Jaune. The rings might make them love him, but neither of them knows him very well, nor him them. And the next few chapters are going to make that clear to all of them. And that's in addition to Jaune learning about how to control his semblance.

That said, I understand that we've already passed the 100k word mark and it feels like the story has barely started. This chapter is still only in the third week of school, so it's safe to say that this is going to be a long one. I enjoy writing this story, but I would like to end it within the next year. And to facilitate that, I've been working very hard to see if I can sustain a weekly update schedule. I don't want to make promises I can't keep, but the last three weeks have been successful. And if I can keep that pace for a little longer, I think I would at least like to try and make that transition. Until then, bear with the bi-monthly update schedule I've kept going until now.

See you all again in two weeks.