"Before we begin today's lecture, I'd like you to complete a quick survey on your phones." A few students had them out but obviously weren't paying attention. "F-for credit, of course." She added, looking at Cardin.
Cardin sighed, and clapped his hands, shutting everyone up. Coach would bitch at him if he didn't keep his grade up, and participation bullshit was just what the doc ordered.
"What's the deal?" He asked lazily.
"W-well, the boys and the girls will go to d-different sides of class and each will rate 150 photos of the opposite sex on a scale of 1-10; 100 from your yearmates and 50 from local dating app profiles. Rate them on attractiveness as quickly as possible, then rank order the two sets and then, d-discuss with your peers what traits you found attractive."
Blake's eyes narrowed. 'Where is she going with this?'
"Sweet!" Cardin said. Free points and a chance to check out girls and shit talk them with the boys? Best. Class. Ever.
Miss Peach relaxed, smiling slightly at his approval. "The lecture will start in about 15 minutes." She said. "Don't linger too long, I want snap judgements. And do your best to put personal feelings aside; this exercise isn't about friends and enemies, just visceral attraction. If you get stuck, think of how another person would rate the photo."
The class split right down the middle, flipping from image to image with uncharacteristically rapt attention.
Weiss sped through the first set with a scowl on her face. '6, 4, 5, 4, 4… bleh… 2' .
"You good?" Yang, whispered.
Weiss looked up from her phone. " I just can't believe we're wasting our time on this garbage." She said dismissively. She turned her gaze back down, but Yang turned around and grabbed her shoulder.
"I mean it." She said. "You've been tense and moody all day… and it isn't the right time of the month." She joked.
Weiss huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I do not get that bad."
Blake snickered from behind her.
"Don't worry, Weiss-cream, we still love you." Yang said. "But it would be Weiss to know what's got you worked up."
Weiss groaned and Blake buried her face in her arms as Yang preened. "That was terrible." Blake muttered.
Weiss let her gaze linger on Blake for a few moments. "...Father's being… difficult about my plans to repay the loan."
Both girls sat up straight. Weiss smiled contemptuously. "I'm not letting him stop me. How I earn the money is my business; asking for advice was only a courtesy. The calendar is proceeding right on schedule, and our first shoot and car wash are coming up at the end of the week."
"Wonderful." Blake droned in a dry monotone, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. Weiss returned it, and it was a real one this time.
"Aww, what's the matter, Blakey?" Yang asked. "Camera shy?"
"Somehow, my Mom found out," Blake said irritably. "and now she wants to help by picking out the perfect outfit." Her ears drooped. "We've spent hours."
"Tell her to get in line." Yang chuckled. "Apparently Coco's got that covered, set up some deal with an agent of hers." She liked looking good (what girl didn't?) but she and the others had a sneaking suspicion that they would spend more time as mannequins than models if Coco got her way, tweaking every fabric until it was juuuust right.
"If I do that she'll probably just join in." Blake said. The last thing she needed was a second person micromanaging her wardrobe.
"Sounds like a good time to me." Yang said. "Your mom's great."
A few paces away Ruby was finishing up her second set and getting ready to start ordering the photos from first to last. It made her uncomfortable, boiling down an evaluation of an entire person into a few seconds and a single number, and even more uncomfortable with how easy it had been once she'd gotten into the swing of it. But the the most awkward part by far would be ranking her male classmates from 'hot' to …'not'.
Well, except for 1st place. Picking that was the most natural thing in the world.
Her eyes darted across the room involuntarily. Jaune was looking intently at his scroll, laser focused. He was probably doing the same thing she was. Her photo was somewhere on that list… where did he rate her?
'You're beautiful. You can stand side by side with any girl in the school without feeling the slightest shame.' Her cheeks grew warm and rosy as she remembered the words, and the look on his face when he said them.
'Okay, Jaune thinks I'm cute, maybe really cute… but he didn't say I was the cutest. Then again… he didn't say I wasn't. If I can stand with the best of them, that would mean he'd have to think about it, right? That means there isn't anyone that far ahead, but there's no way I could beat Yang or Weiss outright. Probably not Pyrrha or Blake either… and Nora? No, I've gotta be in the top 5 somewhere… maybe? Top 10 at least, right?'
"Yo," Nora called. "Remnant to Ruby."
Ruby blinked. "Oh, sorry, I was just… thinking about stuff?"
Nora grinned mischievously. Ruby knew that Nora knew exactly what she was thinking about it.
"Gods, there's no need to be so over the moon about it." Nora teased. "It's not like this is the first time you've been told you were hot."
Ruby's blush deepened. "I know." She whispered. "It just… it feels real, now."
Nora sighed. She knew the feeling. It didn't matter what anyone else told her, because there was only one person on Remnant who's opinion actually mattered.
"Just hurry up and finish your list, 'kay?" Nora said. "I wanna see it and I'd like to learn something I don't already know."
Ruby started and pulled her phone to her face and her hood over her head. "I can't do it with you looking over my shoulder!" She yelled.
Nora shook her head. "Drama Queen." She teased, grinning.
The ginger sat stirring in her seat for a little over a minute while Ruby sorted out about a dozen names. 'Good enough.' She thought. It was only the cute ones that were good teasing material anyway.
"Hey!" Ruby protested, feebly pushing back as Nora held her off with one hand while the other grabbed her scroll.
"Let's see… Jaune Arc, no surprises there… Lie Ren?"
Ruby had given up resisting and merely buried her face in her hands in extreme embarrassment. "...Do I really need to explain the appeal to you ?" She asked weekly.
"...Fair." Nora said, repressing the irrational jealous rage that was bubbling up in her chest. "And then Sun Wukong- somebody has a type- Neptune Vasilawhatever and… you put Cardin 5th?"
Ruby sighed. "Teacher's orders." Cardin was no Jaune, but he was still tall and strong and reasonably handsome, and objectively Ruby couldn't justify putting him lower on the list.
Nora tut-tutted but Ruby used the opening to move quick as a flash and snap up the ginger's scroll. "Haha! Vengeance is mine! Let's see how you like it when… you put him 3rd?!"
The top of her list went Ren, Jaune, Cardin, Neptune, Sun.
Nora grinned guiltily. "Teachers orders, right?"
Cardin Winchester was an arrogant, temperamental bore, and the last person either girl would ever want to be in a relationship with, but his issues weren't physical. And looking around the room, they saw a few of their peers' eyes dart over to him, giggling and twirling their hair with far fewer misgivings.
The girls didn't linger on the grim prospects for the future of the species and instead quickly turned their attention to lighter matters.
"So…" Nora drawled. "Jaune and Ren, eh?"
Ruby laughed nervously. The two of them agreed on that much. "Yeah. Guess so."
Suddenly Nora got a look on her face, the kind of million megawatt grin that let Ruby know serious mischief was afoot.
She leaned in until her lips were right against Ruby's ear, and in a conspiratorial whisper said. "You know, if you ever wanna swing…"
"NO! BAD NORA!"
Ren and Jaune looked over to see their friends at the center of attention. Ruby was trembling like a petal in the wind and her face was as bright red as a stop sign; she looked so heated that steam was practically coming out of her head.
Nora, the likely culprit, was doubled over her desk, laughing uncontrollably.
Ruby was the first to notice everyone's eyes on her, and if possible her face for even redder, as she shrunk into her hoodie and sank down into her seat.
Nora either didn't notice or didn't care, body convulsing in a weakening series of giggles… gods, she had to take a break to breathe at some point, didn't she?
Miss Peach apparently thought the same thing, as she nervously approached the girl. "M-M-Miss Valkyrie." She asked.
Nora held up a hand, using the other to steady herself as she took several long deep breaths. "I'm alright…" she insisted. "I'm good… I…" she sat up, took one look at Ruby, and lost it again. Her hands flew to her mouth to fight back another stream of giggles.
"I'm sorry." She said her, between peels of laughter, "but.. the look on your face was so… I can't… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I- HAHAHAHAHA."
Nora fell out of her chair in a strangled series of chuckles. Whatever had set her off had to have been pretty funny- it was the first time Jaune had ever seen someone literally rolling on the floor laughing out loud.
Finally Nora's lungs gave out and she rose to her feet with a few soft snickers.
Miss Peach looked like a deer in headlights. "Oh, well, um… okay then." She murmured. "Carry on, then." Then she retreated behind her desk to the safety of her laptop, to triple check her upcoming presentation.
"I wonder what that was about." Jaune murmured, turning away from the girls as the rest of class mercifully went back to their phones.
Ren shrugged. "Nora was probably just teasing Ruby about some boy she likes." He said knowingly.
"...Yeah." Jaune muttered, feigning disinterest.
Ren shook his head at his friend's obvious discomfort with the idea and his obliviousness to who that person had to be. Was the pot calling the kettle black? Of course not, why would you ask?
It didn't take Jaune too long to get back into the survey- he had finished most of it in the first 5 minutes. It wasn't like he hadn't already poured over every girl in school to sort out which ones were hotter than the others; checking them out was such an ingrained reflex that he could probably describe all of their appearances and relative looks down to the last detail when woken out of a dead stupor.
The Beacon girls were a couple points above the dating site girls, even when all they had was a yearbook photo and not a scantily clad selfie. He was spoiled pretty rotten here. But while the rest of the assignment was easy, the final part was hard.
His Shadow spoke up 'That's not the only thing that's hard right now-'
'-Shut up.'
Giving a girl a number was easy, but ranking some of them over others within the same tier? That was like asking him to pick a favorite child… or more accurately, a favorite mother of his children, but the principle was the same-
'Stop. It.'
The best he had been able to do so far was sort them all into broad categories… heh, broad categories.
10- Absurdly Attractive
9- Extremely Attractive
8- Very Attractive
7- Attractive
6- High Average
5- Average
4- Low Average
3- Ugly
2- Very Ugly
1- Hideous
Of the hundred girls in their class there were six 10s, seven 9s, twenty-one 8s, forty-two 7s, eighteen 6s, five 5s, and one unfortunate 4 (poor Sheila).
The 10s, in no particular order, were Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora and Pyrrha. Rank ordering them was basically impossible and he'd give you different answers on different days, so Jaune contented himself with a six way tie for 1st place. How was he supposed to pick between physical perfection?
It was frankly astonishing that there were six women of that caliber in the same year, even at Beacon; the Junior Class was well known for having a bumper crop of babes. Their only rivals were Coco and Velvet in the year above, and arguably his sisters in the years below (not a thought Jaune wanted to linger on but… objectively…), and, if they were counting the staff, Glynda. Beyond Beacon, there was Cinder… and maybe the girls' mothers. No one else he'd ever met was in that league.
The 9s were almost as elite as the 10s- it was a subtle difference between 'extremely attractive' and 'absurdly attractive'. On their best days he'd rank the best of them with the dime pieces, but none of them ever managed to hold his interest the same way. That, at least, made them somewhat easier to rank.
Jockeying for 7th place were Arslan Altan, Ciel Soleil and May Zedong.
Arslan and Ciel were both stern, strong willed types with pretty faces and athletic, slender figures. Both had dark, smooth skin and hair that fell just shy of their shoulders, though Arslan's was a wild platinum blonde and Ciel's was a straight and subdued black, both had atypical eye colors which were striking in contrast with their other features (olive green and sky blue) and both of them had a reputation for being hardasses in their respective clubs- martial arts and swimming.
But there were differences between the two, as well. Arslan was slightly taller and bustier, with a wilder, harsher look, and while few people fought harder fewer still were as gracious to their sparring partners. From what he'd overheard, Arslan was Yang's fiercest rival in the club, but there was no opponent she respected more.
Ciel, on the other hand, was even more of a perfectionist- she specialized in synchronized swimming and had her routine timed down to a fraction of a second. Her body was softer than Arslan's, sleek and graceful. She never wasted a single movement or word… and she couldn't stand people who did. No one would accuse her of having a temper -she was too dignified to allow an emotional outburst- but her obvious annoyance at the slightest deviations from course grated on her teammates. The other swimmers bitched about her like nobody's business, so that even Jaune, who was only peripherally aware of most of the school's gossip, knew her by reputation - the straight laced babe with a stick up her ass.
Jaune's eyes had been drawn to the pair early in his career at Beacon- they were proud and exotic and hard to miss in a crowd. May, by contrast, was a more recent contender.
They had a handful of classes together over the course of the last few years, and he had barely noticed her during that time; he remembered she was on the ping pong team ("We have a Ping Pong Team?") and was supposedly the greatest shot in Beacon's history. It was hard to tell if she had a pretty face, since her dark pink bangs obscured part of the right side and her left eye was usually covered by an oversized beanie, leaving only a single, soft blue orb exposed. She rarely wore anything other than baggy hoodies and sweatpants, and Jaune had always assumed that she went out of her way to hide her body because there wasn't much there to look at.
He of all people should have known better.
Near the start of his Junior Year, he had come to school early for his mandatory fitness test, and as he walked by the pool deck he'd noticed another group being put through the ringer.
Few people tested out of athletics entirely, but even some of the sports teams got extra training, especially the "sports" like Ping Pong- everyone had to pass a fitness exam at least once a semester to stay in their clubs, though their test wasn't nearly as demanding as his quarterly one.
Jaune had already pushed himself to the brink this morning to beat down his raging sex drive, and he had so little left in the tank that the much easier workout was still gonna suck, so he put it off for a few seconds to enjoy the scenery. The other students were swimming laps, which meant girls in swimsuits. Beacon girls in swimsuits, a temptation he just couldn't pass up.
The buck:doe ratio of whatever club this was sucked, maybe 5 guys for every 1 girl. The girls were cute enough, which for Beacon meant they were on the lower end, but it was still an enjoyable view. But there was one figure in the furthest lane away he didn't recognize.
Jaune Arc did not know all of the girls at Beacon by name: not even close. But he did know them by sight- by face and figure. He was a sex obsessed maniac and he knew it, he never forgot what a woman looked like, no matter how hard he tried. But for the life of him he couldn't place this girl. It could have been the distortion of the water- she was doing a fair breaststroke and hardly ever came up for air- but what he did see was enticing, certainly not the kind of body he would have missed. Maybe she was a transfer student, or had some kind of growth spurt over the summer, it didn't really matter, but as the minutes ticked on he stayed out. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he couldn't fight, one that told him that new pussy was on the menu and he needed at least one good look. Finally he heard a whistle and saw mousy little May Zedong hop out of the pool.
Holy fuck.
For one thing, now that he could actually see her face, he could tell it was quite pretty.
For another, May's body was incredibly curvy.
Beacon was famous for its beautiful girls, but not for busty ones. The demanding fitness requirements meant most students didn't carry a lot of fat, and considering breast tissue was mostly fat that limited how big most chests could get. This didn't bother Jaune- perk and shape were more important and the tight tummies and toned, round asses that came with training were worth the trade- big tits on a fat chick didn't count, anyway. Some of his peers disagreed. The only complaint he'd ever heard about Beacon's women was that there were too few D-cups; a lot of his classmates were tits men through and through. It was part of the reason Yang was so popular- guys hardly ever talked about her all around gorgeous features or warm personality, just the fact that she managed to have big boobs and a tight body.
May would have been their wet dream. She wasn't as toned as the blonde, but her breasts were almost as big, and on her smaller frame they seemed bigger by comparison. They weren't as perky as Yang's, but there was something entrancing about the way they jiggled as she nervously shifted her weight side to side.
Her body was fit but softer than most of the other girls at school, and from how she carried herself and how much she covered it up Jaune would guess she was insecure about that. Everyone's body was different and May would never be as trim as most Beacon girls. What she was, however, was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. In addition to her massive milk jugs she had a fat ass that accentuated her childbearing hips and narrow waist and-
Jaune turned around and walked away before someone noticed him, and made his way to his own test and a very annoyed gym teacher. He tried to clear his head as he worked. It was dangerous to let his mind wander like that, but he'd let his guard down. He knew which girls provoked that kind of reaction, he just hadn't expected May to be one of them. But he never forgot what a girl looked like, and from that day May Zedong went from one of the bottom ten girls in his class to the top ten.
As he went down the list his raging list grew tame enough that he could make finer distinctions. He couldn't sort any of the 10s. The 9s he could break up into groups. if Arslan, Ciel and May were relative to each other they had an edge over the lesser 9s, Nebula, Dew, Gwen and Octavia.
Nebula Violette was the captain of the Cheer Team and Dew, Gwen and Octavia were her hottest teammates. While the other girls had more personality the NDGO clique was more generically gorgeous- there were no flaws that stood out but there wasn't any special something either. They were pretty, peppy, a little bit of a mean girls clique that liked to position themselves as rivals to the Babe Table for the hottest group of girls at Beacon. They weren't, but they were close enough that most people weren't going to tell them that.
Hell, if he thought hard enough he could actually put them in a definitive order. It was a slight preference, but if he had to pick it went Octavia, Nebula, Dew and then Gwen.
'13 down, 87 to go.' Jaune thought, looking at the clock. Then again, the further he got from the top, the more imperfections there were to pick up on, which made ordering everyone much easier.
'You know this is basically the perfect checklist for who to fuck, right?' His Shadow asked, as he sorted out the top of the 8s.
'Not in the mood.' He shot back.
'Are you fucking kidding? Of course you are.' His Shadow replied. 'You're literally deciding who you'd most like to fuck. That's all this is. Just start from the top of the list and work your way down.' He said. 'Ooooor, we could start from say, number 20 or 25 and work our way up. Save the best for last.'
Jaune did his best to ignore the voice in his head, no easy task because he was using the same part of his brain right now. His mind drifted back to the staff…. Glynda Goodwitch was the obvious standout but Miss Peach and Nurse Tsune were both pretty hot. He wasn't sure if they belonged with the lesser 9s or the upper 8s, but if they were students they'd rank somewhere in the mid teens to low twenties.
He'd made it about halfway through the 8s when the other boys started murmuring amongst themselves and disturbing his focus.
"Alright, circle up lads, we're doing this." Out of the corner of his eye Jaune noticed the girls doing the same thing. Enough of them were done that it was time to compare. Ah well.
He tried to ignore the conversation and finish but it was an exercise in futility.
"Alright everyone, let's start this off with the question we'll all have to answer to God on the day we enter paradise." Dove began. "Are you a tits or ass man?"
"Tits." Cardin said automatically. "How is that even a question?"
Sage shook his head. "Are you seriously saying you've never noticed a nice ass before?"
Cardin shook his head. "Of course not." He said. "But at the end of the day guys have asses too. Tits are the more womanly feature."
Scarlett spoke up hesitantly. "Well, technically, men have breasts too, they're just not as swollen. We even use mostly the same words to describe them- did you know that nips are called 'areola' on men as well? That really fucked me up when I heard it-"
"Scar, with all due respect," Sage said " no one gives a shit about your opinion on this. How did you even do the survey, anyway?"
Scarlett sighed. "I, uh, didn't. Didn't know where to start, actually."
Sun sighed and tossed his teammate his phone, with his ratings and rankings opened. "Copy this."
Neptune looked at them both. "I don't know, man." He said hesitantly. "Isn't that technically cheating?"
"Oh, for Gods' sake… it's a participation assignment and he's gay! Just let him have it!"
Neptune sighed. "I get where you're coming from, it just makes me a little uncomfortable."
Sun sighed. "You really need to loosen up, man."
"Oh my God, can we just talk about tits already!?" Sky shouted.
"Hold up, hold up, hold up." Flynt interjected. "We haven't all answered the question yet. I can't be the only ass man in the room."
Sun chuckled in agreement. "I second that."
"No one cares what the monkey thinks." Cardin said.
Sun let that roll off like water. "Come on, dude, back me up." He said, elbowing Neptune.
"Yeah, man." Flynt added. "Isn't Snowflake basically just ass? She's as flat as a board."
Jaune took exception to that. Apparently so did Neptune.
"Weiss happens to have a perfectly nice chest, thank you very much." He said.
"Yeah." Flynt said. "For a 14 year old girl."
"You don't seem to have a problem with DFC when Neon's involved." Neon Katt was a limber Faunus girl with orange hair, blue eyes and cats tail. Jaune thought she was fairly cute despite her limited assets, probably a very high 7 or a low 8, but the rave girl aesthetic wasn't something he wanted everyday- she was the kind of girl he had to be in the right mood for. Neon and Flynt Coal were close friends… with some benefits.
"It's not like he's the only one either." Brawnz chimed in. Neon also had a bit of a reputation. "Him and every other guy at school."
"Hey." Flynt said defensively. "Neon is a down ass bitch. And she has not slept with every guy at Beacon." He leaned back with a wry grin on his face. "We're talking 5, maybe 10% tops."
"I can't believe you'd soil yourself like that." Cardin said, shuddering.
"What, you only bang virgins?" Flynt shot back.
"I only bang women ." Cardin corrected. "Not animals."
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Sun said. "Ever heard of the Bellabooty?" He asked. The rest of the group gave murmurs of agreement. "Tits man or not, that's gotta do something for you." He outlined a figure with a bubble butt in the air.
"That's disgusting." Cardin said.
"...You aren't attracted to Blake?" Neptune asked. "Like, at all?"
"No, and I'm not attracted to my pet cat either."
"Oh my god, dude." Flynt said, pinching his temples.
"That's the most horrifically racist shit I've ever heard in my life."
"I know, right?" Sage said, nodding at Neptune. "Like, even if you hate a bitch, are you seriously going to pass on pussy?"
"Can you even call yourself a man at that point?" Sun asked.
"Shut it." Cardin ordered. "Let's just answer the damn question and get to the good stuff."
"Tits."
"Tits."
"Ass."
"Ass."
"A…" Cardin glanced at Russel angrily. "...Tits."
It was more or less a dead heat between the two camps.
"Hey, Ren, you're up."
Ren and Jaune had never moved into the circle- Jaune was still trying to wrap up his list and Ren wasn't really comfortable with the discussion, though both were close enough to have heard everything.
"I'd really rather not-"
"Come on, man. We need the tie breaker." Sun insisted.
Ren looked down with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.
"...Breasts."
Cardin chortled. "Well, at least somebody has some sense." It wasn't too surprising considering Nora was well endowed in both areas- 'shortstacked' really applied.
"I call bullshit. Recount." Sun said.
"If we're doing a recount, why should your vote count?"
"Jaune still hasn't voted."
The blond looked at Ren with a betrayed expression.
Ren looked back at him unrepentantly. 'If I'm getting dragged into this then so are you.'
Sun clapped his hands together. "Well, that's one more for team ass, which puts us right back where we started."
"You don't know that." Sage said.
"Hell yeah I do. Hey, Jaune, didn't you have the biggest crush on Weiss?"
"Well, yeah…."
"See?" Sun said, grinning. " Ass man."
"It's more complicated than that." Jaune said.
Neptune looked on with an academic interest. "Explain."
Jaune sighed. "Look, I like a great ass as much as the next guy, but it's not like I'm attracted to a disembodied pair of buttocks. I like long legs and tight tummies and toned torsos, smooth skin and pretty faces, long, silky hair, and eyes and lips and soft hands and every little detail that makes a woman woman.. I like how they come together, synergize, and make a work of art far greater than the sum of its parts. I love every part of that wonderful thing we call the female body, and there isn't a single part of it that doesn't arouse me." He said." Except for feet. That's weird."
"Fuck you." Russel said, with Sage and Neptune nodding in agreement.
"Eh, Jaune's a greedy bastard, he wants it all."
"Pretty inspiring speech 'til the end there." Neptune added.
"But couldn't a footjob, like, kick you right in the balls if the girl isn't-"
"Can it!" Cardin said. "Dove. Finally tally."
Dove sighed. "Well, with 8 votes for tits, 7 for ass and 1 abstain, tits men take the majority so we'll focus on that." He coughed. "AlsoForTheRecordFootjobsAreAwesomeAndJaune'sAShithead."
And so titties became the topic of discussion. Naturally the first question was who had the biggest, and Yang, Nora and Pyrrha were the first names mentioned.
"What about May?" Roy asked eagerly.
Some of the other boys looked confused. "...What about May?"
"Oh, come on!" Roy said, looking for someone else who had seen past the hoodie. He saw Jaune reflexively nod in agreement. "Hell yeah, blondie knows what's up!"
"Shouldn't the lecture have started by now?" Ren asked.
Jaune shushed him. "Dude, this is getting good."
After a few minutes there was a lull in the conversation, and Cardin whipped out his phone with a wicked grin. "You guys that like asses so much might like this as a consolation prize."
From the gasps it had to be some girl's nudes.
"Is that…?" Bolin asked awkwardly.
"Mmmhmmm. Reese Chloris." Cardin said proudly. "And let me tell you, skater girl can ride some pipe!"
"How did you manage that?"
Cardin preened. "Found her at the skate park practicing alone late at night. I offered her a little weed and within 15 minutes she was bouncing off my cock."
Ren had the decency to look away. Jaune admired his conviction but he admired naked women a lot more. Reese was a solid 8, but her ass was her best feature and it was on full display here, with her shorts pulled down and her kneepads being repurposed quite effectively. She was on her hands and knees and her face was flat on the ground, her eyes were unfocused, half baked and half fucked out of her senses, with three used condoms tied and laid over her generous rear.
'He had the chance to hit that and he used condoms?' Shadow thought indignantly.
'Not everyone is insane enough to risk pregnancy every time they have sex.' Jaune shot back.
'Ah, whatever, more for me.'
"Pretty classless to kiss and tell." Jaune said.
Cardin shrugged. "If you've got it, flaunt it. Fuck a girl once and you get bragging rights for life; that's half the fun."
"No, the fucking's the fun part, and if you aren't a complete bastard you usually get to do it more than once."
"You think I don't?" Cardin chuckled. "Like you've ever gotten any."
Jaune had to fight really, really hard to keep the smirk off his face. Cinder, Amber and Willow's nudes would take the wind right out of his sails… but his girls were none of Cardin's business. "If I did, do you think I'd tell you?" He said evenly.
"There's more." Cardin said, flipping to the next photo. This one was far less alluring.
Cardin's cock was nestled between Reese's parted ass cheeks, taking center stage in the frame. In the corner of the photo Jaune could see Reese's eyes widened, hinting that she'd only just noticed the camera and she was very much not okay with it.
Cardin's dick wasn't that impressive, a little bigger than average but certainly nothing to write home about. The other boys seemed to think differently, though. Most of them seemed pretty intimidated when the phone passed to them, and Cardin seemed pretty cocky whipping it out.
'He can't be more than, what, 8 inches? It's not that big.'
Persona, of all people, chimed in from the background(which was somewhat distressing but a concern for later). 'Think for a second: do you even have a reference for what average is supposed to be? Outside of porn, when have you ever seen another man's penis?'
'Are you suggesting that porn isn't a typical representation of human sexuality?' Shadow asked mockingly. 'I mean, if it's on the internet, then it has to be true.'
"Want another look?" Cardin asked. He had finally cajoled Ren into looking and wasn't satisfied with Jaune's lack of reaction to his apparently impressive equipment.
"Could you get your dick out of my face, please?" Jaune deadpanned.
Cardin laughed as he put the phone back in his pocket. "What's the matter, buddy? Feel like less of a man?"
"Eh, I've seen bigger."
Several seconds ticked by awkwardly.
'...Fuck… phrasing.'
Cardin snorted while his goons chuckled derisively. "Whatever, faggot." He scoffed.
Jaune rolled his eyes. "It's called a mirror, Cardin." He said. "You should try one some time; it might help you figure out how to get that stupid look off your face."
The redhead rose to his feet, leaning forward dangerously, his full bulk on display as he towered over the seated blond.
"Wanna start something, Jauney boy?" He growled.
Jaune didn't flinch.
But Sky did.
None of the other boys noticed, except for Cardin and Jaune. Jaune, with his blessing enhanced senses, rarely missed tells of that kind, but while the other boys had been watching Cardin he had kept his mind on his buddies, watching them ready themselves to back him up.
He frowned thoughtfully, looking Jaune over again. He'd dealt with his share of punks in his time, and he and the blond had come to blows plenty back on the playground. Jaune had always been a little too brave for his own good, rushing in for a certain beating if it would help his loser friends. But this posture was new. The old Jaune had repressed his fear to stand up to his bully, but there was always a hint of unease whenever they crossed each other.
Not now. The other boy wasn't even reacting to Cardin… no. Cardin knew that look in his eyes, that little flicker. It almost was like he was looking into a mirror, because he'd only ever seen that emotion in himself. It was how he always felt before a fight.
Jaune Arc wasn't afraid of him at all. He was excited.
"I-Is something the matter?" Miss Peach stuttered.
The teacher had left her notes and approached the group out of a sense of duty, even though she was obviously terrified at the thought of two powerful males coming to blows. Cardin's focus dimmed and the rest of the room rushed into his vision. They were all watching his every move with bated breath. All except Jaune.
He sat back down as abruptly as he had gotten up. He could probably lie, try and get Jaune sent to the office. Peach would do it for him… but there were too many witnesses for any story to hold up. He scowled at the blond, but the contempt in his eyes was slowly being replaced by the beginning of a question mark.
"It's nothing."