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Weiss smiled to herself as she leaned back on the chair. Finally, she thought, she'd done it. After months of being denied. months of not getting what she wanted and deserved, she'd succeeded.

Jaune was her's.

The heiress looked down at the man himself from her luxury bullhead seat. Oh, how much she suffered. To think that a man could reject her. Her! It was absurd! She understood why he'd reject everyone else, of course, but a specimen of physical perfection such as herself? And all because of his fancy notions about being more than a servant. So foolish. He would be so much happier under her care.

And he's accepted it now.

Weiss smiled and slipped her dainty, flawless right foot and raised it towards his face. The blonde was taller than her, but now that he was kneeling on the bullhead floor, he looked far smaller and submissive. Good, "Aren't you happy that you've finally seen sense?" She tapped his cheek mockingly with the ball of her foot. He was shirtless now with nothing but a collar for his upper body. She licked her lips and imagined running her hands through those hard muscles. The men of Atlas were so thin and androgynous. Jaune was the first male she'd ever seen with a body like that.

Perhaps she would reward him. Oh yes, if he was a good boy, maybe she'd give him the honor of using his mouth to bring her to climax. She could already imagine it now. Her legs spread while his head was between her slender thighs. It would be the first time she'd give a male the honor of touching her body in such a way. Anyone else would've had to make do with kissing her feet.

She was so focused on her indulgent fantasy that she almost missed the engines of the bullhead suddenly creaked and twisted. The heiress' eyes widened and she stood up. The bullhead hadn't taken off just yet, so they were still at Beacon, more's the pity. She had to find just the right time to ensure the other would-be mistresses didn't protest her rightful ownership.

The ramp was suddenly forced down, the metal covered in a thick, dark Aura. Nikos, she should've known. That Amazonian bitch. She picked up Myrtenaster with one hand and tugged on Jaune's collar with the other. If that overgrown gorilla wanted a fight, she'd give her one. She'd do it in front of Jaune too so he understood exactly who owned him.

She dragged Jaune outside and stopped at the sight that greeted her. Pyrrha was expected, and so were Ruby, Cinder and Blake. The reaper had an obsession with propagating her race while the Faunus had these incredibly stupid notions of males being equal to women. Cinder, meanwhile, seemed to think that she and Jaune were actually expected to be wed. So seeing them stand side-by-side against Pyrrha, while annoying, was at least not a surprise.

The rest of the group was what surprised her. There was Yang with her gauntlets primed alongside Ren and Nora. And behind them was Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch along with Summer Rose and Raven Branwen.

"You've got to be kidding!" Weiss growled.

"Let Jaune go and no one gets hurt. Much as I really want to." Blake aimed her pistol straight at Weiss' head.

"This is insane!" Weiss threw her hands up, letting go of Jaune in her rage, "Belladonna dragged him to that flea-ridden island she calls home and none of you so much as blink! I take back what's rightfully mine and suddenly all of you come crashing through my ship in protest?!"

Belladonna raised a brow, "Counterpoint." She turned, bent slightly at the waist, and ran her hand along her curves before she ended with a hearty two-handed smack against her impressive rear. Against her will, her eyes flicked down to the fat, jiggling ass that bounced like jelly even though her tight leather pants. Weiss' hands went to her own rear and she grimaced at how flat she was by comparison.

Damn it, she had a point, but Weiss refused to say that out loud.

Even Jaune had snapped out of his broken state to stare at the jiggling ass fat.

"Yeah..." Yang shrugged, "Like we all want Jaune for ourselves, sure, but it's different between you and Blake. She's got an ass that don't lie; game respects game. You, on the other hand..." She gestured up and down, "You're a womanlet."

...

Weiss screeched and charged towards them, uncaring of the odds.

Ironically, people have scanned the models and Weiss probably does have a better ass compared to Blake. Oh well. Bellabooty forever.

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Question:

1. So far in the fic, who do you guys want to win and why? I know we haven't seen Cinder yet, but I'm pretty sure you guys know what her deal is (like Blake). So yeah, should Jaune get a wife or a mistress?