Hello, it's been a while. I wanted to write the next chapter of this story for a while but the original commissioner went missing, but lucky us, another generous commissioner contacted me for a second chapter.
I suppose this is now open to people to commission to advance the story. Most of it is already planned but you can always add details if you desire.
But enough of that, enjoy the chapter.
Jaune Arc's ass was cold and it hurt.
A state no one's ass should be in but Jaune was too busy having a mental breakdown to care about it at the moment. If someone were to see the blonde boy at that very moment, they no doubt would wonder why he was sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom looking at nothing with his jaw slacked.
Not the most dignified Jaune has been, but not the least either.
Going back to the hypothetical witness of Jaune's state, what they wouldn't be able to see was the bright purple holo screen floating in front of his field of vision. And if they could, they would be raising their hypothetical eyebrows at the golden text on said screen.
[Welcome to Academy of Debauchery: Beacon Edition!]
[Data Synchronization: 100%]
Click anywhere to start
Jaune turned his head to the left, the screen followed, he turned his head to the right, the screen followed.
"Of course..." He whispered with a shaky laugh. "I couldn't get out of that whole mess with a swollen hand and a traumatic experience, noooooo, I had to get brain damage!"
The anger was justified, in Jaune's opinion. He grunted and rubbed his eyes trying to alleviate some of the stress that was quickly building up inside of him. It backfired, the screen appeared behind his eyelids, still urging him to click anywhere to start. It took a lot of effort not to scream, he didn't want to get himself an aneurysm on top of what he already had.
Jaune needed to calm down and think of a way to fix things. The easiest and most logical solution was to go to a hospital, sadly, Jaune's life wasn't either easy or logical most of the time. His entrance into Beacon wasn't exactly legal, his forged transcripts already were a point of worry, especially after the Cardin incident. If he made a fuss about getting hurt enough to go to a hospital, he might get unwanted attention shone upon him. The thought of his dream of being a huntsman dying because of a faulty charger and a horny game was depressing.
Jaune had to be smart about it, he'd go through the rest of the school day like normal, and once classes were over he'd sneak to the city's hospital and have his thick head checked. With a bit of luck, it will go away on its own or with some pills.
The blonde boy would have loved to wallow in misery for a bit longer but his ass was starting to hurt for real, he stood with a sigh and rubbed his behind. But it would be hard to walk around with a glowing screen in front of him, it was the perfect way to get run over.
Juaune lifted his hand towards it, a dumb idea but maybe if he played along...
He stopped at the sound of a door opening and muffled voices. The remaining members of Team JNPR had come back for their various plans and probably were now wondering where his dashing leader was.
'If only this blasted thing went away!' It would be hard to interact with anyone with his view obscured.
That's when it happened as if the hallucination reacted to his thoughts, the screen blinked itself away... mostly. Jaune's joy was short-lived once he registered a purple, flashing symbol in the right upper corner of his vision. It was the academy's symbol; two crossed axes over a circle of laurels, the only difference was the heart enveloping it all.
'Cute and worrisome...' Jaune would love to analyze the reasons why his hallucination had such detail but a gentle knock on the bathroom door let him know there was no time for it.
The blonde boy put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. It wasn't a big deal, just needed to act like everything was fine in front of his friends. He did that all the time, Jaune put on his best smile to look at the faces of his team.
Except it wasn't any face that greeted him when the door was opened but a pair of big, round, perfect breasts. They weren't bare, no that would've been preposterous, the two flesh orbs were being propped up by what looked like a familiar bronze corset. A piece of clothing that was becoming Jaune's favorite very fast.
Speaking of, what was Jaune's reaction to such a view of the twin mountains right outside his bathroom door? He froze. His brain had been flash-banged by breasts in such a manner that it struggled to process the information provided by the lucky, blue eyes. Hence why the boy was currently standing there without and having a wide smile on his face.
Not creepy at all.
"Jaune? Jaune, are you okay?" A familiar voice called to him with equal parts worry and gentle care.
had finally rebooted and the boy managed to break his gaze away from such a bountiful sight to look up at its owner. Jaune had to crane his neck a bit to meet the emerald eyes looking at him.
They belong to Pyrrha Nikos who was gazing at him like a worried mom. A tall mom.
The invincible girl, as some people called her, was a very talented fighter that was polite and kind enough to train Jaune so he didn't suck as much as he did. Maybe even help him not to get mauled to death by a Grimm or his classmates during training. Pyrrha was also roughly the same height as Jaune before leaving that very same morning.
Either she bought some crazy platform shoes or the girl went through some aggressive growth sprout in only a few hours. Jaune looked down, she was wearing her regular high-heeled boots.
A hand was placed on his shoulder and the redhead girl was now bending her knees a bit to be at eye level with the boy who for some reason was still smiling.
"Jaune, blink twice if there's something wrong." Such a line could've been taken as a joke if not for the intense way Pyrrha was peering into his eyes.
There was something wrong but Jaune wasn't willing to share it with anyone, despite how bad of a job he was doing at hiding it. Shaking his head vigorously, the boy managed to regain a normal expression while pushing his questions to the back of his mind for later pondering.
"I'm fine, Pyrrha just a bit tired. Sorry for worrying you." He put his hand on hers to reassure the tall girl. "How was the meeting?"
Her cheeks turned red for a second before she pulled her hand back. Did it really go that bad? "The deal was canceled, it was something about a health issue. I'm glad it happened before I signed anything."
Why the blush then? Odd girl. "That's lucky."
"Yeah but if I'm honest I prefer it this way. If I have to sign another cereal box I'll-"
The scream of a banshee cut off any attempt at conversation between Pyrrha and Jaune. He recognized the voice instantly but the words screamed by the girl sealed the deal.
"My charger! What monster did this to you!?"
Nora was here, good. Jaune had some very strongly worded questions for the girl. Sure, he used that charger without asking her but roommates shouldn't keep death traps like that without at least a heads-up! She was gonna get it! Angry stomps got closer and Pyrrha moved aside so the two of them could talk face to face... once Jaune took the time to look down. So that's where Pyrrha had gotten her new extra inches, she stole them from Nora!
Now, the Valkyrie of Team JNPR was the shortest member and one of the most height-challenged girls Jaune knew but when before Nora could smoothly headbutt him on the chin now she would have to make do with headbutting him on the chest. And she looked angry enough to try it, chest-plate be damned.
She raised the abused remains of the scroll charger right to her face. "Did you do this? I expected such treason from others but never from our valiant leader!"
"Jaune?" Pyrrha meekly intervened. "You are making that face again."
'Dammit. React now, think later.' Once again, he pushed his questions toward the back of his mind. It was getting crowded in there.
"Is it because I used your hoodie to clean the syrup I dropped last week?"
Jaune blinked. "You did what with my hoodie?"
"Dunnot change the subject!" Nora cradled the broken apparatus in her arms like it was her child. "Zappy was so young..."
Of course she named it, Jaune stopped himself from pinching the bridge of his nose but he did mimic his mother's patented disappointed face. "I threw it against the wall."
"The culprit admits it!"
"After it almost zapped me to death."
"Oh..." That gave Nora pause and she had enough decency to look ashamed. "Yeah, Zappy did that sometimes..."
"Then why did you keep it instead of getting a new one!?" Jaune was now raising his arms in disbelief.
The ginger put her hands behind her back and looked down at her pink shoes. She was blushing too. "I... kinda liked it."
Okay then! Jaune made the executive decision to assume that was the influence of Nora's semblance and not that the girl had some kind of strange fetish. For the sake of his crumbling mental health.
"Zapped to death?" Pyrrha swiftly positioned herself in front of Jaune, hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay? Did you need to go to the infirmary? Don't worry, I'll carry you there!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Jaune had to grab her arms to stop the tall girl from carrying him princess-style. "I was being dramatic, I'm fine!"
Jaune was afraid that if Pyrrha knew the truth she would jump out the window towards the closest medical facility with him on her shoulder. It was then that the voice of his savior made itself known.
"If he's managing to fend you off, I'll say he's fine. Besides his aura should be enough to care for any minor injury." It was the calm voice of his only male teammate and newly appointed best friend, Lie Ren.
The redhead looked behind her, letting Jaune go after giving the knight a last worried look. Now Jaune was in deep debt with the placid boy, he would need to buy him something to express his thanks... Once Jaune finds out anything about Ren's tastes. Tea, maybe? They should hang out more.
Jaune moved out of Pyrrha's shadow to look at the boy and his eyebrows shot up. Ren looked... completely normal. After Ruby, Pyrrha, and Nora he was expecting Ren to look different, maybe taller, shorter, or with a very distracting bulge in his pants. And now Jaune had that image burned in his damaged brain, great.
The team leader coughed into his hand to get everyone's attention. "Now that everything has been resolved and we all agreed to not let faulty equipment around." He gave Nora a look, she was busy whistling and not looking at him. "What classes do we have today?"
"Not much, we have Grimm Studies with Professor Port and Combat Class with Professor Goodwtich," Ren explained to him.
Those two were going to be rough for Jaune, Port would attack him mentally with long-winded tales of past heroics while Combat Class was the prime opportunity for more head injuries. Exactly what Jaune didn't need today, but since he couldn't skip them without looking very suspicious. Gritting his teeth and toughing it up was the safest option, any doctor would agree with him.
Waiting for the dreaded classes to start, Jaune sat on his bed and took the last issue of X-Ray and Vav to unwind and forget all the madness surrounding him for a moment.
Or so he would want you to believe!
The comic he put just below his eyes was a clever ploy to sneakily check out the bodily changes of his female friends, all for the sake of understanding and documenting, of course. If not for the exceptional circumstances, Jaune would never be checking out two hot and kind girls who bent a little too much when picking stuff from the ground, no sir.
Absentmindedly passing a page he didn't even look at, Jaune's eyes landed on the strongest member of the team. As stated before, Pyrrha had gotten quite a boost to her height and Jaune did not doubt that it made her the tallest student at Beacon, at least on the girl's side. His gaze started low, going up to a pair of long but strong legs, the slight overflow of thigh meat that spilled from the girl's long boots made Jaune grip his comic book a bit harder. The sizable ass that made Pyrrha's short skirt go from normal to risque was having a similar effect on him.
Like Ruby, the spartan girl seemed to have gotten a few upgrades. Despite already seeing her chest up close, Jaune felt he needed to get a second look at it, just in case. Yep, they were definitely bigger to the point of, somehow, stretching her bronze corset and yet jiggling slightly when she moved a bit too fast. But not all changes were soft and supple, Jaune was very aware of said fact when he got a look at Pyrrha lifting her heavy shield over her head to place it on a shelf.
Biceps bulged, while stone-hard deltoids and trapezius flexed to say hello to Jaune. A set of muscles that, for reasons the boy couldn't fully comprehend, made him gulp and think of that word Amazon. It was a contrast to the girl's gentle expression but one that fit her like a glove and enhanced her allure.
The boy didn't give himself time to dwell on those newly discovered feelings about muscle girl choosing to focus on Nora next.
Now, Jaune had heard of the term Shortstack before but never believed it existed in real life. Women that were built like an hourglass? Sure. Women who reached an average man's stomach with their head? He had seen a few in his life.
But both qualities mixed in a singular woman? That was too much power to be contained in such a short, yet curvaceous package. He didn't think it could be true. Then Nora bounced on that belief so hard it shattered into dust.
It wasn't like Nora's chest and rear grew as extensively as Ruby's or Pyrrha's did, sure the heart-shaped boob window on her top was distended and giving anyone who looked her way a nice amount of cleavage, and that hot pink skirt of hers had some suspicious elevation on the back but those were proportions a girl who had lucked out through puberty may have.
But those round, perky gifts were enhanced by her lack of height, making them look even bigger than in a normal girl. A new desire awakened in Jaune when Nora tried and failed to get something from the top shelf, hopping up and down as she did and making her chest bounce tantalizingly in the process. The tightness in his pants made him realize he should use the comic to hide something else besides his face.
Jaune let out a silent gasp and covered his newly built tent with the graphic novel, looking to the side in shame as he did so. He had no problem admitting Nora was very pretty and now she had crossed into the realm of sexy but he felt wrong for having those thoughts about her. It was pretty clear that Nora and Ren had something going on, romantic feelings buried under a life-long friendship.
They might or might not end up being a couple but the Bro Code was clear about such situations; Nora was off-limits.
And what was said Bro while Jaune was trying to calm his li'l friend down? Did he catch Jaune looking at her stacked, childhood friend and was now giving him the stink eye? Or did his stoic mask crack and he was drooling at Nora's bouncy new personality?
Neither, Ren was sitting on his bed cross-legged, meditating with his eyes closed. As any normal teenager does.
Looking at the zen boy gave Jaune pause, why did he look normal when Ruby, Pyrrha, and Nora came out of one of his dad's magazines that he hid in his study? Four people wasn't exactly the biggest group sample when trying to figure out a pattern but whatever was happening to Jaune it only affected women.
'Is my damaged brain sexist? Do I have to go to therapy after this?' After taking a small time to wonder about the implications of it, Jaune shrugged it off as a simple teenage fantasy and decided to simply enjoy it while it lasted. A bit morally shaky but it wasn't like someone was looking at his thoughts.
But that brought to light another problem, if all the girls he met were going to be extra stacked he would need some countermeasures. The blonde knight couldn't be holding a comic to his face while walking and during class, he also couldn't trust his eyes to behave. He was having class with Yang, after all.
'Oh Gods, Yang...' Jaune quickly squashed that line of thought, he had work to do, and being a horndog wouldn't help him.
Getting up, slowly, from his bed, Jaune began to rummage through his assigned drawers for something he swore never to use again. He found it at the back of one of them hidden behind a can of weapon wax he used for Crocea Mors. Jaune grabbed it, dragging it out of the depths of darkness and into the light. A pair of aviator glasses with golden lenses reflected his solemn face on them.
It was an object with a dark past to it.
Jaune had stopped at a shop before taking that blasted airship to Beacon, he wanted to reinvent himself. A new life, a new him and all that, and the easiest way to do it was with a small change to his appearance. One of the store's employees assured Jaune that those glasses were all the rage and that a famous actor he never heard of wore them all the time. How could anyone ignore such a good deal? Of course Jaune had to spend most of his dwindling savings on it!
Sunlight shone off his new and expensive shades, Jaune felt like a new man already as he stepped out of the store.
Then, a girl who was looking in his direction laughed. That laugh was like a sharp spear shattering the frail shield that was his confidence. All swagger and morale dropped to an all-time lowest just like that and Jaune scampered to take them off and walk away from there as fast as his feet could take him.
Looking back, he might have overreacted a bit. Why did he care so much if some random stranger in the street thought of him? Heck, did she even laugh at him specifically? Maybe that girl was looking at some funny video on her scroll or remembering a very funny joke. The glasses weren't that bad.
With newfound confidence, he donned the glasses.
"Hey, guys." The glasses shone with the light coming through the window, Jaune put his hands on his hips. "How about it? Looking good?"
The three roommates exchanged looks between them, always a good sign.
"Are we getting team glasses? I want mine pink!" Nora always was quick to have his back, how was Jaune supposed not to forgive her?
"It... matches your hair." Pyrrha's manager did a good job training her acting skills, she almost sounded comforting.
In contrast, Ren didn't say a word and simply stared at him with a neutral expression, no doubt jealous of the blonde's boy style and thinking about where he could get his own pair. That was a rotund yes, a tentative yes, and a silent yes. Three votes in favor of the shades!
After finishing getting ready, and having a short funeral for Zappy, the four of them headed for their next class.
"Hey guys!" A chirping voice that was the embodiment of cheeriness called for them. The owner waved a hand toward them.
Nora almost ran to Ruby, the two once petite girls instantly going into an animated conversation right from the get-go. The golden shades instantly proved their usefulness because the girls were bouncy and there was no way Jaune could have been strong enough not to look.
The scythe-wielding cutie turned to him. "How was that nap?"
Nap? Oh yeah, his very suspicious excuse. "It was great, exactly what I needed."
"You could've waited till Port's class. There's no better cure for insomnia." A girl outside of his field of view said.
Jaune's heart picked up the pace, it was the voice of Yang Xiao Long, the wet dream of most of the boys at Beacon. She was already hot the last time Jaune saw her, so what about now? Gulping, the boy steeled herself and turned to look at her with a growing feeling of excitement.
Jaune felt... disappointed.
Not a proud thing to admit but it was the truth. Yang was wearing her tight biker shorts, yellow low-cut top, and a stylish brown jacket, a nice get-up that brought attention to her chest. It was a very nice chest, round and perky... but he was expecting a bit more of an explosive change, like the one her little sister went through. Squinting, they were probably a bit bigger but nothing crazy, Pyrrha and Nora were probably a bit larger now.
"What do you have on your face?" The question of the blonde dragon stopped Jaune from further comparing the chest sizes of his friends.
"This?" He pushed up his glasses, mentally thanking them for hiding his lecherous gaze from the girl who could punch a hole through him. "Trying a new style."
A deadpan voice answered. "Looks like you got them from an old holo-movie. And not a good one."
Jaune didn't expect Blake to be into colorful fashion, he had nothing against her but she could use something else besides black and white. The bow was cute, though.
"Just trying to give myself some color, and we all know yellow is the best one. Right, Yang?" In a burst of misplaced confidence, he gave Yang a thumbs-up.
The girl rolled her eyes but her lips curved into a little smile. "Keep at it and I'll give you a new nickname, Golden Boy."
"Better than Vomit Boy." A boy has a bit of an accident and suddenly is marked for life.
Blake had lost interest in the conversation and was now looking out of a window giving Jaune a side view of her ass. The famous Bellabooty, male students whispered about it in the changing room expressing their desire to be smothered by it to the risk of their own lives.
It filled her tight white pants nicely, both cheeks pressed against the cloth enough so Jaune could see a bit of her panty line. Yet, part of Jaune wished it would be even bigger.
And placed on his crotch.
"Weiss, please!" Ruby whined. "Just this time."
"I'm not letting you copy my homework, Ruby. You should have done it like the rest."
"I did but Zwei ate it!"
"Do not blame that innocent creature for your laziness!"
Since Weiss was so focused on chastizing her team leader, he was free to give the girl a look over. As always she was sparkling with grace and elegance, her white hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes demanded attention and reverence. Her body... was modest. Weiss' white dress hugged her small breasts and the skirt of it was large and puffy enough to hide the lower part so Jaune had no idea if there had been any change down there.
Maybe her thighs were a bit thicker? Jaune couldn't be sure unless he put his face right there. But he didn't feel like getting a rapier in his throat.
It was fine, Jaune had his crush on her before this whole thing. He didn't need Weiss to have tits bigger than her head or an ass so fat that clapped with every step, or lips that looked bee-stung.
Huh, his throat was dry for some reason.
Jaune pushed that mystery to the side and took a confident stride toward the two. His smile was like a million lien. "Hey there."
"Hello," Weiss didn't look at him. "Ruby as the leader you must lead by example. I won't help you cheat."
That was her last word before she walked past both of them and into the classroom. Jaune and Ruby let out a sad sigh, no wonder why many called her the Ice Queen. Weiss was a good girl but sometimes she could be biting cold like a blizzard.
Feeling sympathy for the sad girl, Jaune put a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine, I'll let you copy mine."
Ruby looked at him with her wide, silver eyes. "Really?"
Jaune winked, then realized she couldn't see it cause of the glasses. "Just don't tell Weiss."
It happened too fast, the only warning Jaune got before Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck was a happy squeal of delight. "Thank you, you are the best!"
The icon at the corner of his vision let out a melodic beep and shone for a second, a curious thing that required some manner of investigation. A shame he was too busy focusing most of his attention on the pair of breasts pressed against his chest.
'So glad I'm not wearing my chestplate...' Jaune's body was frozen, his arms dead to his sides.
He could add a new type of hallucination to his ailment, disregarding if they were real or not, Jaune could feel Ruby's generous breasts pushing on him. The softness made his heart race like a wild horse, was she even wearing a bra? Basic decency told him to gently push her away, that Ruby was too innocent and she didn't know better. Looking down, he could see his adorable, smiling face.
Jaune's arms moved, he pulled her closer. "D-don't mention it, what are friends for?"
His hands were gently on her back as his nose was tickled by a pleasant scent that he couldn't quite describe, maybe girls simply smelled nice naturally. His worries and hang-ups slowly melted away, the boy closed his eyes and let his body remember the warmth of the girl in his arms and the softness on his chest.
A pair of powerful hands broke them apart with ease.
Jaune had a complaint ready to go but it died in his mouth once he saw the tense smile on the Spartan's face. "Sorry, classes are about to start so we should go."
"Oh, you are right!" Ruby wasn't affected by the towering woman and grabbed Jaune's notebook with a smile. "I'll return it to you later!"
And she was off, leaving Jaune with a tense and muscular Pyrrha who was sinking her fingers on his poor shoulder. The girl's green eyes followed Ruby till she was out of sight and only then she noticed Jaune's pained expression.
"Sorry!" She let go immediately to cover her mouth.
Smiling through the pain, Jaune assured her that nothing was broken. More and more students trickled into the classroom and he and his team decided it was time for them to do the same.
Yang wasn't kidding, Port's lessons were soporific. The man had some hidden talent for it, maybe it was his semblance. Anyway, most of the class was spacing out, some students doodling on the notebooks while others used their scrolls under the table. Jaune knew he should pay attention to the lesson since he wasn't the most gifted student in the academy but his eyes were literally having problems staying open the more the man with the mustache spoke, he needed some distraction.
His eyes landed on the icon demanding his attention. Why not? His not like indulging it would make things worse. Responding to his thoughts, the icon expanded into a familiar screen and as if reaching to grab something from the air, Jaune's index finger touched it.
It wasn't solid but the knight almost felt like his finger pressed against something. The screen flashed and a happy twinkle sounded in his ears before the whole thing changed into a game menu Jaune recognized.
'It is the same as Academy of Debauchery...'
[Welcome to Academy of Debauchery: Beacon Edition!]
[User: Jaune Arc]
- Profile
- Harem
- Relationships
- Items
By all means, Jaune should be freaking out, he might not be an expert on mental health or the human brain but for a hallucination to be this detailed... Yet, he felt oddly calm. Maybe he had reached his limit already and landed all the way into being calm again. His eyes went from one golden option to another, not thinking about anything in particular as he pressed the Harem option.
Because of course that was here.
The display changed to show him detailed models of girls he knew, all of them in dynamic poses that made them look capable and beautiful. A sense of strange excitement and trepidation made him gulp as he browsed the images, all of them were from Beacon.
Team RWBY, Pyrrha, Nora, hell even his teacher Glynda was there! That made him chuckle silently, the idea of having a harem of beautiful girls was ludicrous but the hot, blonde teacher being part of it? Yeah right.
'This is kinda fun... In a weird way.'
Backing out of that screen, his finger stabbed at the Relationship option. This screen contained the same girls from before but instead of images of themselves, only their names were visible alongside a word in brackets and a heart symbol. It was obvious was this one tab repressented, Jaune focused on Ruby's name.
Ruby Rose [Friend] 75%
That looked accurate, the girl and he hadn't been friends for long but with both of them being team leaders their bond had strengthened. He looked at his teammates next.
Pyrrha Nikos [Friend] 100%
Nora Valkyrie [Friend] 100%
The sight warmed his heart and made a smile appear on his face, Jaune considered both of them great friends but one could never know if said feelings were reciprocated. It was nice to have confirmation.
However, there was a difference between the two. While Pyrrha's heart-shaped affection bar was full and shiny, Nora's had a big lock around it. What was that about?
Sadly, Jaune's good mood took a dive once he browsed the rest of the names.
Yang Xiao Long [Acquaintance] 60%
Blake Belladonna [Acquaintance] 40%
Weiss Schnee [Acquaintance] 20%
Glynda Goodwitch [Acquaintance] 5%
'Oh...' Glynda wasn't a surprise, she was a teacher and they never interacted outside of class, but seeing how the other girls didn't consider him a friend stung a little.
Sure, he also didn't interact much with Yang and Blake but Weiss too? He had tried so hard to get her attention, even singing to her... did she really have such a low opinion of him?
Jaune shook his head in the hopes of shaking off the gloom inside his heart, this whole thing wasn't really anyway, why was Jaune letting such a thing affect him? He'll be glad when that thing is gone for good.
He raised his hand to swat it away.
"Yes, Mr. Arc?" A portly voice called his name at the front of the class.
With a shocked expression, Jaune looked at his raised hand and then at Port who was waiting for him expectantly. The damn menu had minimized back into an icon at the edge of his vision, the treacherous little thing.
"I... uh..."
"C'mon lad, out with it!"
The more he remained silent, the more students turned to look at him with mild curiosity. Jaune needed to ask something and do it quickly.
"How big it was?" Perfect. Port always rambled about his fights with the Grimm, asking how big his opponent was was vague enough for it to work.
A few students gasped and Port's bushy eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead. He fucked up, didn't he?
"Mr. Arc, while I appreciate the interest that's the kind of thing I can't divulge. I'm a gentleman, you see?"
Jaune confusion only grew when several of his classmates began giggling. Why was the man giving him a disappointed look? But it was true Port only talked about his heroic fights... and his romantic conquests.
Oh.
Oh no.
His face almost caught fire with embarrassment. Pyrrha was looking at him with cheeks as red as her hair, Ruby was looking around utterly confused, and Yang gave him a grin and a thumbs-up. At least someone was having fun.
Yang Xiao Long +5%
Yang Xiao Long [Acquaintance] 65%
'Oh shut up!'