Arcadia: The Golden Era

by ShamelessSelfInsertAo3Alt

In a world where Salem and the Grimm are barely remembered nightmares, all that remains for the greatest of Huntsmen lines is to be fruitful and multiply.

27. Chapter 27: A New Perspective

Ping.

Left edge.

Pong.

Right edge.

Ping.

Dead center. Bounce. Wall. Bounce .

May grinned, adjusting her beanie. Then she narrowed her eye, tossed another ball in the air, smacked it with all the force she could muster and the exact amount of curve it needed, and watched as the tiny white sphere ricocheted around the room.

Door. Ping. Wall. Ping. Roof. Ping. Table. Ping. Lightbulb. Clink.

May's smile widened as the ball started to lose momentum. Then, closing her exposed eye, she counted down, waiting for the ball to come to her.

3, 2, 1

Right on cue it whizzed by her ear.

May's arm snapped up and she caught the projectile inches behind her head.

She triumphantly raised her hand to the sky.

"I am fucking awesome."

"Nice shot."

"AAAAH!"

May started, dropping the ball as she stumbled back several feet.

Arslan Altan leaned casually against the door frame, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. "The showboating was excessive, but with that level of skill you might even make it to nationals this year. Are they coming up?"

May rolled her eyes. "They were last week." She said. "And I already won."

The darker girl looked across the room to see a shiny new plaque lining the wall, next to two others from the last two tournaments. Arslan blinked. "Oh. Congratulations."

"Whatever." May said. "Not like anyone gives a shit. What do you want?"

Arslan arched an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

May gave her an irritated look, that screamed 'if I knew, do you think I'd ask?'.

"I doubt that you've suddenly gained an appreciation for the noble art of ping pong." May said.

Arslan shrugged. "I'm here to fetch you for the photoshoot."

Oh.

Oh.

May's paddle clattered to the ground. "Oh, shit, is that today?! "

Arslan nodded gravely, a move that was only slightly undercut by the faint smirk on her lips.

May's eyes darted to the clock. "Oh no…" she groaned. "...Coco is going to kill me."

Arslan chuckled. "...Probably."

It wasn't her fault she forgot. It was Friday after school, for gods' sake, she had a whole week's worth of tension to burn off. She'd been happy to sneak her way into the club room for some extra practice before going home, playing a few rounds of 'Call of Heroes' and then conking out for as much of the next two days as she could manage.

The last thing she wanted to do was play dress up.

But Coco had caught her coming out of the pool- mandatory athletic practice she had to do to stay on the team because 'ping pong wasn't a real sport'- and then cornered her into it. May didn't feel like a model, she didn't even feel like a Beacon girl half the time, with her short, soft body and mousy hair. She wasn't fat- no girl at Beacon could be, with their diet and exercise, but she wasn't as toned or athletic as someone like Arslan and she doubted she ever would be.

Arslan looked more like a proper model, with her natural bleach blonde hair contrasting with her ebony skin and deep olive eyes. Her arms and legs were toned and strong, and her stomach was well defined, but she had enough feminine curves to keep C-cup breasts and a toned bubble butt: she was practically a fitness model already.

May, by contrast, was all curves. Her fairly narrow waist was overshadowed by a fat ass and breasts that looked two cup sizes too big for her body. DD-cups, some of the biggest in the school, meant agony on her upper back and endless hours trying to fit a damned bra. They constantly bounced and jiggled every time she moved, they got in the way, they drew waaaaay more attention than she was comfortable with. She had no idea how Yang put up with it.

May, for her part, usually did her best to cover them up, with baggy tops and loose clothes. She knew most of the boys she had been with thought they were her best asset, and May was proud enough of her sweater puppies; she even liked having them played with if the man knew what he was doing. But she didn't want to show them off to just anyone, least of all the judgmental eyes of other Beacon girls.

But Coco caught one look at them, insisted that her 'massive mommy milkers' had to be in her production, and May couldn't say no.

Arslan could read the emotions running across her face.

"Look." She said, "If you don't want to do this, you can still back out. I'm sure Coco will understand."

May looked up at the taller girl with undisguised hope in her eyes. "...Really?"

"No." Arslan deadpanned. "But she'll get over it."

May gupled nervously. "I- I think I'd better just go." She said, crossing her arms in front of her. "I don't want any trouble."

Arslan gave her a sympathetic glance. Then she strode out the door. She stopped when she didn't hear footsteps behind her.

"Are you coming or not?"

May sighed one last time, put her paddle back in its proper place, and followed behind her. "...I'm coming."

---

Coco looked coldly at the newcomers as they entered the photography room.

"You're late."

May withered under her glare.

"...A little." May admitted.

"15 minutes and 32 seconds." Ciel said, looking at her watch. "But who's counting?"

"You know," Azora said acidly, flipping through her phone. " some of us do have other things to do."

Yang came to her rescue. "Come on guys…" she said, with a bright smile. "Nothing wrong with being … fashionably late."

Half the room groaned.

"...This is going to be a very long evening." Weiss grumbled.

"... Xiao Long?"

"...Gods, why are you like this?!"

"Hey, I'm just asking a question!"

The first photoshoot of the Beacon Babe Calendar was off to a rocky start. Ruby stood nervously in the corner as a tailor was taking her measurements "33-21-33… stop squirming, please, we need to get this exactly right."

The two professional cameramen were fiddling with the Photography Club's camera.

"No way you kids got your hands on a Lumos 6 ." One grumbled

"No, it's the real deal." The other said, shaking it to emphasize his point. "It's Beacon, all their parents must be loaded out the ass."

Velvet cautiously tried to get it out of their hands. "It belongs to the Photography Club and we spent half our yearly budget to get it: please put it down."

"Not yet, I wanna get a good look at it first." He said, popping open one of its compartments.

Velvet winced. "Sir, please. Its internal mechanisms are extremely delicate-"

"Can it, girlie."

"Jasper, you'd better listen to the Bun or so help me God, I will shove my foot so far up your ass you'll… Nora, don't touch that!"

Almost everyone in the room seemed to be in some form of disarray, except for Blake Belladonna, who was calmly reading the collected works of a poet named Coeur Azure, and Arslan, who watched the chaos unfold from its center.

The manager seemed the most perturbed of all, a slender man with dark, slicked back hair and designer clothes. Shades covered his eyes but his face and posture were tense. "Fucking teenagers…" he grumbled. This his gaze drifted across the room. All the girls had changed out of their day clothes and into various states of undress. "...Fucking hot teenagers."

May's face went pink as his focus drifted to her. She was by far the most clothed person in the room, and he seemed displeased by that.

"Who's this?" He asked.

Coco popped behind her and tore her beanie off her head, smoothing out her hair over the shorter girl's protests. "May Zedong." She said, "Hard to recognize her with that awful rag on, isn't it? It ought to be criminal, covering up such a pretty face."

May's face was flushed dark pink as the older girl reached for her zipper. "Come on, Coco." She said feebly. "Haven't you ever heard of personal spaaaa-"

May squeaked as her jacket came undone and her breasts bounced free, covered by nothing save a tight brassiere.

Mark's jaw dropped.

Coco ground. "Do the jugs jog any memories?"

"Yeah." He said. "Oh, yeah."

As May's clothes fell to the ground it seemed like everything around her stopped as the rest of the room came by to get a closer look.

"Jeez, May." Nora said. "Where the hell have you been hiding those?"

The girl's vision started spinning. "-I… I, um…"

"I mean, Gods, Yang, look at those! I think they're even bigger than yours."

Suddenly the blonde was behind her, looking at her bra-strap.

"Nope." Yang said. "32DD. I'm bigger."

"...I think your math's off. Look at those melons."

Yang cupped her own breasts playfully. "Look at these. 34DD. Bigger band size, more boob. May's half a foot shorter than I am, they just look bigger on her. You know, like how you and Pyrrha are technically the same size."

Nora smirked as she stood next to the other redhead, breasts noticeably more prominent. "Well, shorty squad's gotta have something."

Pyrrha seemed uneasy with this discussion. "I think we ought to give her a little space- she's getting very red-"

"-Yes, please do that!" May shouted awkwardly.

The girls around her stared for a moment. Luckily a heroic ginger came to her rescue.

"Yeah, boobs aren't the only thing worth checking out." Nora agreed. "New question: who here do you think has the nicest butt?"

Without even looking up Blake chimed in. "If I hear the word 'Bellabooty' one more time I will stab you."

Nora laughed. "Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" She asked, cocking her hips. "You aren't the only one with junk in the trunk."

"You know, if at some point we could actually take photographs at some point," the manager grumbled, "that would be great."

"Relax, Mark." Coco said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Just step back and mingle with the talent." She pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. " You're not going to recruit anyone if you bite their head off. "

He sighed. "Point taken." There was a lot of potential in this room. "But how long until we're ready?"

The door popped open. "-Coco, I got the clothes-"

Mark's heart stopped.

A tall, muscular blond stood in the door, one hand effortlessly holding up a crate while the other. As soon as he saw his face, Mark flew into a panic.

"Mr. Arc!" He cried. "So good to see you! It's an honor, a real honor- not every day you get to meet the Champ! I didn't mean to step on your toes, with your daughter and all, it was all my client's idea-

The man looked at him quizzically, and only now did Mark notice that the hair was longer, the eyes a deeper shade of blue, and the Pumpkin Pete hoodie completely incongruous with the image of Mason Arc.

"Do I… know you?" He asked.

Coco stepped in, letting her flustered manager catch his breath.

"Mark, this is Jaune." She explained. "You remember him, right. Our gofer? You hired him?"

Mark had hired him over the phone.

"Uh… yeah."

Coco stepped aside, catching everyone's attention.

"Alright girls," she said, slapping Jaune on the shoulder "this hunk of muscle is our mule for today. He's going to be getting the rest of our clothes, and anything else we need to finish this shoot. If there's something heavy, he's here to lift it. If you want a snack, he'll get it." She raised her hand. " You wanna slap his ass and call him a bitch, be my gues-"

Jaune caught her hand millimeters away from his rear. "Yeah, no." He said dryly.

Coco pouted. "I'm paying you."

"Not enough for that."

"...You're getting paid?"

Once again every pair of eyes was on May.

"Well… I mean…"

"No, it's a fair point." Blake said. "Why aren't we getting paid?"

Weiss rolled her eyes. "Because it's a school fundraiser. For our prom. Remember?"

"Jaune's getting paid."

"Jaune isn't in front of the camera."

"My point exactly."

Jaune rolled his eyes as the friends traded barbs, before drifting towards his aforementioned sister.

Azora had been as surprised as the rest by his entrance, but she had gone back to looking at her phone and ignoring him.

"Zora." He said curtly.

She sighed, and set down her phone.

"Jaune?"

"...What the hell are you wearing?"

Like most of the girls in the room, Azora had stripped out of her school clothes, wearing nothing but a tight teal tank top and sky blue boyshorts that exposed most of her ass.

The rest of the girls were driving him crazy enough, so Jaune tried his best to focus on his sister… and only as a protective big brother. He failed miserably, giving her body another once over… but he was trying, damn it!

"I haven't had to put up with an older brother for 2 years and I'm not about to start now." She said. "Why don't you bother someone who isn't banned from speaking to you?"

Jaune winced.

"Fair enough." She didn't look much sluttier than the rest of them… gods, did Ruby's running shorts always look painted on? Did Blake have to bend over that much to pick up some clothes? And he definitely should not be checking out Nora's tits-

"Yo, Jaune." Coco said. "We've still got more crates to move." She said, clapping her hands. "Chop, chop."

"Alright, alright." He said, tearing his eyes from the treasure trove of titties (twelve half naked sets in one room? Gods help him.)

"Mind if I come with?" Mark asked, as Jaune walked out the door.

"Sure." Jaune asked. He didn't need an extra pair of hands, but maybe it could help the work go faster, help him get out of there. When he'd found out what his job actually was he'd nearly backed out, but he could use the money and he knew he'd enjoy the view. Besides, he'd had Amber suck him off that morning, and with his growing harem he could handle seeing a few clothed beauties without losing control-

No. No he could not.

"Soooo." Mark said, conversationally. "Couldn't help but hear that you and the hot blonde in the glasses are siblings. That makes you Mason Arc's kid, right?"

Jaune sighed. "...Yeah."

"Well, I want you to tell him I'm a big fan of his, huge fan, and if he has any problems with this project he just has to say the word and it's off."

"...Why the hell would he do that?"

Mark shrugged. "You know how he can get about his kids, and no one in print is dumb enough to cross him."

"... I didn't know my dad had that kind of pull." Jaune said.

"Oh, totally, man." Mark said. "Every man in the Kingdom would trade places with that guy, but most of us settle for staying on his good side. He's more than just the Champ, he's the fucking Man, man. He's got deep pockets, and a finger in everything, not just advertising. Movies, TV, radio, the news… there ain't a word in this Kingdom that gets printed if your old man doesn't want it to."

Jaune's head swirled. "...Really?"

"Yeah, man." Mark said enthusiastically. "Rumor is- and it's all rumor, cause no one's stupid enough to say anything on record- but rumor is, your old man calls a lot of the shots in this Kingdom. Hell, they say couple councilors are just glorified puppets with your daddy's hand shoved up their asses- though if Mason's shoving anything up anyone's ass it's probably their wives'-"

Mark blinked.

"I shouldn't have said that." He muttered. "I should not have said that."

Jaune cleared the pain. 'Mom…' he thought sadly, not knowing if she was in on it, hoping that she was… hoping that she wasn't.

"It's okay." Jaune said. " …I know my Dad gets around."

"Fuck yeah he does!" Mark said, eager to talk now that he knew he wouldn't get shit for it. "I mean, if he's banged half the babes they say he has, he's the biggest player in the Kingdom's history. We're talking news anchors, movie stars, pop singers? He was at the VMAs with Brittany Alba last month, he's the money behind 'the Dawn Girls', and to top it all off, he's married to a total babe, and we never get to write about her! You know how many magazines that honey's face would sell?"

He blinked. Jaune was glaring at him.

"Oh, right… that's your mom, isn't it?"

Jaune ignored him as he opened the back door of his van. "There are two crates of clothes left." He said. "You take one, I'll take the other. We'll be done in one trip."

Mark followed behind him, struggling to get the box off the ground.

"Gods, Coco, how many fucking clothes do you need?" He groaned. Jaune hefted his without even breaking a sweat. "And you know the worst part of this is?" Mark continued. " After tonight we're gonna have to send at least half of these back! Coco's the pickiest broad I've ever met, and we haven't even finished fitting all the girls yet. These shoots are gonna be a huge pain in the ass… and probably the greatest work I've ever done." He had a proud, goofy smile on his face. "What I would have given to have gone to Beacon…"

Jaune said nothing, heading towards the school with long, easy strides.

"...Look man, slow down." Mark said. "I didn't mean to piss you off by perving on your mom, she's just a total smokeshow, a dime, you know? It was a compliment."

Jaune pulled open the door, and held it for the struggling man behind it.

"All I'm saying is it's crazy your Dad chases so much tail when most men would be happy with just her."

'Most men aren't Arcs.' Jaune thought.

If he'd ever had any doubts that his sex drive was inherited, they were gone.

"You seem to know a lot about my Dad." he said, trying to push the conversation in a more useful direction, and pump this douchebag for more information.

"Like I said, kid, your Dad is the fucking man." Mark explained. "Pissing him off is the best way to never work again, but if you get an in with him, that's the fast lane to the top. They say he appreciates people who can funnel good looking girls into his bed- of course, they have to be supermodels, minimum, but I think I have decent odds with Coco."

"What?"

Mark continued on, not realizing the minefield he was walking over. "I tell you, she was a hell of a find- beautiful, sharp as a tack, spunky too. Too tough of a nut for me to crack, but the big man is supposed to like that sort of thing."

"That's never going to happen." Jaune said.

"Oh, I know she likes girls." Mark said, "But if anyone can get her on a steady diet of dick, it'd be him. There are some crazy bastards who think he's the one who turned Amelia Derringer; I don't believe that, the broad worships men too much now to ever cheat on her husband, but people there's a reason other people buy it. And even if he can't get Coco, or doesn't want her, I've just scored 10 new hotties who fit the bill- some of them will probably stick around, and I've gotta be able to introduce at least one of them to the guy, right?"

Jaune took a deep, calming breath. "Trust me." He said slowly. "You don't wanna do that."

Mark stopped, looked around and saw the look on Jaune's face. In that moment he realized that Mason's son was just as terrifying as his father.

He set the crate down and raised his aching arms defensively. "Alright, easy, big guy. It's a pipe dream anyway. Like I'd ever be invited in the same room as The Man of Stone."

Jaune could easily walk the rest of the way to the photography room, but he decided to let the man catch his breath- and make sure he got the message.

"...So…" Mark said, trying to change the subject and appease the very tall, very strong, and very irritated young Arc. "What's the Champ like in the flesh?"

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Mark shrugged. "Well, he's famous and all, but I've never actually met the guy. How is he?"

---

"Jaune!" Mason bellowed. "You can't hide forever!"

"Who says I'm hiding?"

His father looked up to see his 7 year old son standing proudly on the ballistair at the top of the stairs.

Mason's eyes, which had been playful before, widened in shock. "Jaune…" said slowly. "You need to get down from there. Now."

"Way ahead of you." Jaune grinned. "Aerial attack!"

"No!" Mason shouted, as his son leapt down to the ground floor. His first instinct was to rush forward and catch him, but Jaune had charted his jump perfectly, and was on a direct collision course with his father's back, so Mason resolved to take the brunt of the impact and break his fall.

"HIYAAAA!" Jaune said, slamming into his Dad.

"GAH!" Mason cried as he dramatically fell to his knees.

Jaune grinned a million megawatt smile. "I got you! I got you!"

Mason smiled back. "You got me." His smile darkened. "Buuuut-"

In an instant Jaune was shaken off his father's back and flung into the air. Mason caught him with one arm and hung him out to dry.

"Now

I've got you."

Jaune grinned sheepishly. Mason held the boy up by the scruff of his neck, looking him over for injuries. He had just jumped three flights of stairs and didn't even have a scratch on him. 'Could his aura have activated this early?'

Jaune got more and more nervous as his father scrutinized him. "...How much trouble am I in?"

"How much do you think you should be in?"

Jaune said nothing.

Mason sighed. "Jaune, what you just did was so incredibly stupid that I can't even wrap my mind around it. You could have killed yourself."

Jaune looked down at the floor. "...It was the only way I could think of to beat you."

Mason shook his head. "That's even more stupid." Jaune looked up to meet his eye- his father was smiling again. "Nobody beats me."

"Nobody but me!" Jaune insisted.

Mason laughed. "No, son." He said, ruffling his hair. "Not even you."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nuh uh."

Mason chuckled. "Careful, kiddo. If you don't give up now, I'll have to use my most powerful move to defeat you."

Jaune's eyes widened. "...You wouldn't."

"I would." One second ticked by. Then two. Jaune squirmed futilely in the air but refused to concede defeat.

Mason sighed. "Very well. You leave me no choice." He pulled his son into his chest and dropped to the ground. "DEATH ROLL!"

"NO! NOT THE DEATH ROLL!" Jaune cried, giggling.

The younger held out for 5 minutes, rolling on the floor in Mason's arms, before the combination of pressure and vertigo was too much- his father let him tap once he saw the early signs of nausea. Jaune laid next to his father on the ground as he steadied his stomach, and his breathing.

Half a minute went by.

Mason looked at his boy, still half laughing, half crying, and flicked him on the nose.

"Oooow." Jaune murmured, rubbing his face. "What was that for?"

"Son." He said solemnly. "That may just be the best fight I've ever had."

Jaune's eyes sparkled with wonder. "...You mean it?"

"I mean it." Mason said. "You know, someday, when I'm old, and gray...and blind ...and toothless, and you might actually be able to take me."

"Daaaaaaad!" Jaune whined.

"I'm serious." He said, grinning. "If you work really, really hard, you mightbe able to beat me before you turn 35." He chuckled. "Ah, who am I kidding, that's never gonna happen."

"It will too!" Jaune protested. "When I grow up, I'm gonna be just as big, and strong, and smart, and cool as you are. No… even

cooler."

Mason's smile widened. "

If that happens," he said gently. " then I'll be the proudest, happiest and luckiestfather in the whole wide world." His tone grew serious once more. "But it won't happen if you do something stupid and break your own neck."

Jaune stared remorsefully at the ceiling, marveling at how high up it was… and how far he had fallen. Now that the adrenaline of the game was gone, he saw it. "...I'm sorry." He whispered.

Mason sighed. "It's okay." He said, helping his son to his feet and ruffling his hair. "Just… don't ever do that again."

Jaune looked at him plaintively. "...Please don't tell Mom I jumped down the stairs."

Mason froze. His eyes were locked on the entryway to the foyer, from the kitchen.

Jaune read the look on his face, and didn't even have to turn around.

" ...She's right behind me, isn't she? "

"YOU JUMPED DOWN THE STAIRS?!"

---

"Jeez, sorry I asked." Mark said, stirring Jaune from his thoughts. "Come on, we've got work to do."

Jaune shrugged, still staring off into space. "Yeah."

…

Coco grinned as the pair re-entered the room. "Took you long enough."

"Don't look at me." Jaune said. "I had to keep pace with him ."

Mark was hunched over his crate, which had been dropped just past the door, breathing heavily. "Fuck…both of you…" he forced out.

Coco chuckled. "Alright girls." She said. "Sort through what we've got and get to changing."

Jaune's heart rate quickened. "I'll just step outside."

"Not so fast." Coco said. "You still have work to do."

Weiss stepped in at this point. "We're going to be changing." She said. "The men should step outside."

"We each have over a dozen outfits." Coco countered. "We're going to be changing in and out of them all night. Our camera crew are dudes, if they have to step out of the room every 5 minutes this is going to take forever."

Seeing Beacon's finest half naked was liable to drive him insane, so Jaune tried to back out of it.

"Why do I have to stay-"

"-You're going to have to move these crates when we're done." Coco said. "Besides…" she drawled. "who knows what else we might need a big, strong man for tonight?"

'So that's her game.' Jaune thought, catching her smirk. Coco wanted him, but she also wanted to fuck every woman in this room. She'd do her part, show her stud the goods and help reel them in, and maybe after he broke them in he'd be a good sport and bring her along for the ride.

Jaune wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss her or scream.

The other girls were clueless to the danger.

"Some of these clothes barely cover more than our underwear anyway." Ciel noted dryly, beginning to strip, quickly and efficiently.

May flushed as she held up a g-string bikini "...Or less." she groaned. "Gods, this is embarrassing."

Blake sighed. "He and every other guy who buys a calendar is going to see it all anyway." She muttered. "No sense getting cold feet now." Then she dropped her pants.

'...Blake Belladonna wears thongs.'

'Oh fuck .' Jaune thought, seeing the Bellabooty exposed in its full, bubbly lusciousness, his cock weeping pre-cum.

One by one the other girls followed their lead. The guys who shelled out god knows how much for the calendar would have no idea how spectacular these girls looked in real life, let alone all at once . Mark let out a low whistle, which only Jaune, Blake and Velvet could hear. The former girl rolled her eyes while the latter shrank slightly.

One by one the girls disrobed, some shyly, some brazenly.

Coco was wearing sexy lingerie, of course, and was agonizingly slow at getting out of her day clothes.

Ciel was the most efficient, throwing on her first outfit before some of the girls had even taken their clothes off, but not before showing off her bikini cut underwear, perky B-cup breasts and dump truck of an ass.

May was wearing modest, conventional underwear that still accentuated her considerable curves. Jaune and the other men did the decent thing and looked away as she got completely naked right behind them before throwing on her g-string. Jaune felt his heart pound as he heard the cloth hit the floor, knowing that right behind him was bare, beautiful pussy. He had plenty of other places to look, though.

Ruby and Nora were both wearing fairly conventional briefs and bras, Nora a frilly pink, while Ruby's was a solid black top with polka dot panties. She trembled slightly as she caught Jaune's eyes, face bright red.

"Oh, calm down." Nora said. "Jaune's seen both of us in a bikini before, these cover more than that." Jaune couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her voice or the faint pink dusting of her cheeks.

He had seen them both like that, and a few of the others as well- several girls were on the swim team and he had walked past practice before, but this felt more intimate, stripping down for him.

'I'm not stripping down for him.' Ruby told herself weakly, not knowing that Jaune was telling himself the same thing, over and over.

'It's no big deal, it's no big deal.'

The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"...Jaune?" She squeaked.

"...You look great." He said tightly.

"Hey, muscle man, stop distracting the talent." Coco said. "And get that awful hoodie off."

Jaune blinked. "Why should I?"

"This is a fashion shoot ." Coco said matter of factly. "I refuse to have that on site."

"It's Pumpkin Pete!"

"It's an abomination. Am I paying you or aren't I?"

"...What am I, your stripper?" Jaune asked, complying just to get it over with and so he could get back to ogling the other girls. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Azora almost totally naked before rushing his hoodie over his head. 'Stop looking, stop looking, stop , fucking , looking .'

Coco threw a few small lien chips at him. "Work it, baby." She teased.

Jaune was half tempted to throw her over his knee and spank her ass red, but as he raised the cloth over his head he started to see the results.

The entire room was looking at him now.

Nora broke the tension with wolf-whistle and a shit eating grin. "Look at Mr. Muscles over here!"

"How the fuck is he that cut?" Arslan whispered incredulously.

He had nothing but a tight old tank top underneath his hoodie, which did nothing to hide his bulging arms, shoulders, traps, back or pecs.

Weiss stared at him in shock, her jaw ajar, and she was frozen in place raising a stylish skirt up her legs, giving him a clear view of her smooth, creamy skin and blue silk panties.

Weiss and Willow were both delicate, aristocratic beauties, but while Weiss's chest was nowhere near as developed as her mother's, her ass was phenomenal. Willow had her beat in size, but Weiss was the rounder, perkier Schnee and her cheeks were firm and full. And her tits, while small, were pert and lovely, clad in a modest bra. Before his Blessing had kicked in, Jaune had spent countless nights fantasizing about what Weiss looked like naked. Now he had a very, very good idea, and completely different questions: would her ass jiggle as much as her mom's when he spanked it? Would her skin flush just as red at the slightest provocation? Would she scream as hard when he pounded her into a wall?

"S-stop staring!" She shouted indignantly, gaining control of herself and fighting back a furious blush as she rushed into her clothes. 'Fuck, she does blush just like Willow.'

Jaune was too overwhelmed to hide his gaze. Some of the girls were still too transfixed to notice, but for once there was no way they'd miss it when he started looking at them.

"Nice, Schnee." Coco said, as the girl slipped into a blouse. "I didn't think you'd need a bra." She cocked her sunglasses. "Even if it is a push-up."

The petite heiress sputtered angrily. "You… you…"

"Let it go." Blake said, calmly and fully clothed, unfortunately. Her low cut black dress showed off her curves deliciously, and fit her like a second skin, but her body was mostly covered.

Pyrrha was not so lucky.

"Coco…" She said, passing a shirt pack. "This doesn't fit."

Both the Arc and the Adel looked her over hungrily. In the unofficial poll of the school's boys, Pyrrha Nikos had been voted 'Best Body Overall' and they could both see why. She was toned and trim, but while her body was muscled and defined her figure retained a distinctly feminine look; neither of them could understand how she could move so quickly carrying around such formidable assets. It was like any excess fat in her body had gone straight to her ass and tits, which were barely contained in a pair of red boyshorts and a tight sports bra.

Coco recovered first.

"Damn, Nikos." She said. "Didn't realize you were a D-cup." ' What I wouldn't give for a picture of this.'

"..32D, yes." She said awkwardly.

"We'll find something that fits. That reminds me." Coco said. "Before we start shooting, I want everyone back in their underwear so we can get exact measurements for next time."

"...Next time?" Ruby whispered.

"Yeah." Coco said. "To make this a little more manageable, we'll break up into groups of four."

The groups were blondes, brunettes and redheads. Ruby and May were put in the redhead group with Nora and Pyrrha, Coco and Velvet went with Blake and Ciel, and Weiss was put in with Yang, Arslan and Azora. Mark and the two camera men split up, each with a tape measure.

"Come on, Vel." Coco insisted. "You're going to take it off anyway."

Velvet had been the last hold out, but now Mark was standing by her side expectantly, tape in hand.

"I… I can't."

"Yes you can." Coco said gently.

"Look, princess, if everyone else has to strip down to their underwear, than so do you-"

Coco shushed her manager angrily. "Mark doesn't have to take your measurements." She said. "I can."

Jaune approached the group. He hadn't been assigned to any one of them, and by now he'd figured out that Coco was more or less putting this show on for him, but he'd be damned if he let Velvet get pushed around.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked.

The manager and the photographers looked at him furiously, but he ignored them.

Velvet only had eyes for Jaune.

"No…" she said softly. "No. I… I want to do this. For you ." The last part was whispered so faintly that only one person besides its target caught it. Then she jerked up her shirt.

Jaune stared intensely.

Normally Velvet was insecure about her breasts- aside from Weiss's, they were the smallest in the room- but she remembered how much Jaune had liked them, how sexy he made her feel, how good his mouth had felt on her skin. Even in a room with countless other beauties he seemed mesmerized.

Coco stared at her, starstruck.

"V-Velvet." She choked out. "Your… bra."

Only then did Velvet feel the cool air on her nipples, which stiffened under her lover's gaze.

In her rush to get her top off her fingers had caught on the cup of her bra. Her chest was completely bare.

"Eeeep!"

Coco stepped in front of her to cover the wardrobe malfunction and keep away prying eyes. "Give a girl some privacy, gods!" she shouted, waving everyone back. "Now, let's see… 34…"

Nora blinked. "I think we just hit peak awkward."

Jaune shook his head, trying to fight back the uncontrollable waves of lust that compelled him to fuck every girl in the room. "...The night is young. It can get so much worse."

"Come on ladykiller, " Yang teased, bending over teasingly and very intentionally giving the young man a stellar view of her cleavage, tits pressed together in an orange tube top bra. "We all know someone's been enjoying the show."

Jaune owned only a handful of pants, because it was incredibly hard to find clothing that both fit and could somewhat hide his monstrous erections. Everything had its limits, though, and with how excited he was it was impossible to miss the tenting in his pants, even if it was only a faint hint of what was to come.

His self control was badly weakened and he knew it. Normally he could sneak glances at a girl when he knew she wasn't looking, but seeing so much of Yang's skin on display he couldn't help himself- his eyes were locked on the valley of her breasts and from the self satisfied grin on her face she definitely noticed.

"So…" she drawled playfully. "who's your favorite?"

Jaune's tongue caught in his throat. Several girls were watching the pair with interest.

"There is no right answer to that question." He shot back. "You know that."

"Oh, I know." She teased. "It's certainly stiff competition. But someone has to be the winner, don't they?"

" Yang ." Ruby warned, seeing how uncomfortable her sister was making her bestie.

Nora was less circumspect. "Yang," she said, getting closer. " if you keep this up Jaune-Jaune's going to explode."

'Explode inside your fucking wombs.' He thought viciously. His hands twitched towards each of the girl's asses, eager to lay a possessive smack on his future fucktoys. He caught himself in the nick of time.

Nora and Yang had only the faintest idea of the volcano of virility they were standing next to, rumbling beneath the surface.

"Okay, let's make this easier." Yang teased, enjoying the novel pleasure of visibly riling him up. "Which girl is your favorite blonde?"

Jaune bit back a growl.

"...It's Weiss, isn't it?" Yang said. "I saw you checking her out earlier, you totally still have a thing for her, don't you?"

" Yang." He said dangerously, voice low.

She giggled. "Oh, Jaune, I'm flattered. " She teased. "I should've known I was the hottest blonde."

"Don't take that victory lap just yet." Arlsan cut in, her own assets shown off in a low cut bra and painfully short shorts.

"Who else is he going to pick?" Yang joked. "If it isn't Weiss it's definitely not his sister."

Arslan rolled his eyes. "You sound awfully cocky for the girl who loses most of our spars."

"Says the girl who spent all of our last round on her back!"

"..."

"..."

"Gods, that did not come out right."

Jaune smirked. "I dunno." He said. "Sounds to me like someone is coming out."

Yang went pink. Then she caught the look in his eyes and burst out laughing.

Jaune laughed too, eager to relieve some tension somehow.

Blake blinked. "Did- did he just?"

Weiss looked horrified. "Oh god, there are two of them."

"Welcome to my world." Ruby groaned, though she was smiling the entire time. Yang made by far the most puns out of anyone she'd ever met in her life… but Jaune had been one of the only people to encourage that. It brought back memories.

"That was pretty good." Yang said, wheezing. "But I'm still the undisputed pun master."

"No you're not." Jaune insisted playfully. " You have quantity on your side, I have quality. A true master uses their skills at the perfect moment, not just on any low hanging fruit."

"Oh yeah… well…" Yang paused awkwardly. "...you're the expert on low hanging fruit."

"...Is that a scrotum joke?"

Yang's eyes widened. "...Because balls hang low… Gods that's genius!" She preened. "I'm a comedic genius."

Jaune rolled his eyes.

Yang slugged him playfully in the shoulder.

Jaune didn't even flinch. He just laughed.

He actually laughed.

Yang wanted to jump for joy. How long had it been since he had laughed at one of her jokes? How long had it been since the two of them had had a conversation that lasted more than 3 sentences? How long had it been since he'd looked at herlike that - had he ever? Who cared? They were a timeless combo, like peas in a pod, throw them together and everything was back to normal, like the last two years hadn't even happened…

Yang's smile dimmed.

…because the last 2 years did happen.

Blake watched the pair curiously. The last week had challenged many of her preconceptions about Jaune Arc. He was a manwhore, he got along remarkably well with Yang, and under his trademarked hoodie he was jacked and lean enough to give Sun a run for his money. Not to mention-

sniff, sniff,

-he smelled really fucking good.

Coco saved the cat girl from her suddenly soaked pussy by stepping in. "Alright, measurements are done, on to the first shoots."

"Yeah." Blake said, backing away. The effect of the Arc's scent faded with distance, but not enough. 'His pheromones are insane.' She thought dazedly. 'So potent… so manly… I-', she shook her head clear. '-What the hell am I thinking?'

It would explain why he had such a tight grip on Velvet, whether he wanted it or not. Blake had heard everything, she knew who the strip show was for. Blake wasn't under his spell quite yet, but she could very clearly see the danger.

How many of the others were affected?

The scent of arousal was faint but unmistakable once you knew what to look for. And there were too many scents for her to parse.

'Are they all wet?' Blake thought. 'No… at least not to the same extent.' None of the others were likely to lose control of themselves… except Velvet, who was only even doing this to impress Jaune. Ruby and Pyrrha both were obviously interested… Yang was a flirt in general, that didn't necessarily mean anything… May was already nervous, her blush could mean a lot of different things… Weiss was making the occasional sideward glance before catching herself and cursing under breath. Ciel was checking him out…. his fucking sister was sneaking peaks.

Coco was positively drenched.

Blake's eyes narrowed. The boy was admittedly a bit of a stud, but to have that kind of effect on a lesbian? On Coco?

'I- I need to think about this.' she thought hazily. 'Later.'

"Belladonna!" The cameraman called. "You're up."

Blake cleared her mind, and focused on the task at hand.

But the lust never quite faded away.

The cameraman certainly noticed- the faint flush of her skin, the effortlessly provocative pose of her body, all a subsconscious attempt to attract the powerful alpha male.

'This bitch has sex on the mind.' he thought derisively. Works for him. Sex sold.

Mark was coming to the same conclusion. "Did you plan this?" He whispered, as Coco walked by. The awkwardness, the unease of the demo had vanished completely. Instead, even the shyer girls seemed to ooze sensuality in every shot.

Coco smirked. "There's nothing more beautiful than a woman in love."

Mark stared at her, then glanced at the Arc. "You mean… they all…?"

Coco shook her head. "No, not all of them. Not yet, anyway. But a girl does dress her best when she's got someone to impress." Coco took her glasses off and ogled the blond, who was chuckling in the corner with one of the smaller girls, '...Ruby,' Mark remembered. She was a pretty young thing, but Coco wasn't eyeing up her. "Blondie qualifies."

"Holy shit." Mark murmured. The bastard actually cracked Coco. 'Lucky sonofabitch.' "Well," he said. "I can't argue with the results. This is definitely the hottest shoot I've ever done." 'And if the kid's anything like his old man he's gonna fuck half these girls by the end of the month.'

A half hour later and the crew was even more pleased with their progress.

"Great job, girls!" Mark said. "Keep this up and we'll be wrapped up in a couple hours."

Just like that he killed the mood.

"A couple hours?!" May shouted incredulously. 'A couple minutes is too long.'

"What about dinner?" Nora asked, looking at the clock. "Is dinner happening?"

One of the cameramen laughed. "Listen, babe." He said. "Models don't need to eat."

Coco smacked him on the back of the head. "What he meant to say-" She said calmly, while the crew member muttered angrily behind her. "-is that we'll be taking a 5 minute break to get food. There's a boutique coffee shop about 10 minutes away that is to die for, and they take online orders. Once we're done, everyone's favorite pack mule will go pick up snacks."

"...You aren't paying me for that."

Coco smirked, before patting his ass and slipping a Ⱡ100 chip in his pocket. "Go out and get yourself something nice."

Jaune stiffened. "...Yeah. Alright." He forced out between clenched teeth, then he stalked out of the room.

He held it together until he got to his car.

"FUCK!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

That was it. The next time he got his hands on Coco, he was fucking her until she was nothing but a mindbroken cumdump, that fucking tease!

He'd been able to hold himself together, barely, but that was only because if he did start fucking one of the girls he'd expose himself to everyone else in the room. He'd never been tempted this badly before.

'Deep breaths, Jaune. Deep... breaths.'

'I don't see what you're so hung up about.' Shadow said. 'You're surrounded by a half naked harem of beautiful women. It should be your default environment.'

'I do not need this right now.' Jaune shot back. 'Think about something other than sex, something other than sex, something other than… fuck!'

Jaune started driving and did his best to focus on the road, and not the smorgasbord of sex appeal that was waiting for him when he got back.

He thought of his career assignment, and Glynda, which was not the best way to stop being horny but it was the best he could manage.

He had taken the aptitude test, and picked out a handful of careers he thought would please her… or at the very least get her off his case.

In raw ability Jaune could do almost anything, but his situation made things difficult. He was naturally more of a people person, but he couldn't trust himself around people.

A few jobs he'd thought of seemed easy enough.

'Construction worker.' "Have you considered becoming an architect?"

'Businessman.' "Business school, maybe?"

'Sales'. There was no barrier to entry there, it was an incredibly broad field, and he knew at least half the population was extremely vulnerable to his charms. Seducing them all was a lot more problematic than selling, and he'd probably be good at it. He thought he had her there, but Glynda was quick on her feet. "You could always study marketing."

'Motherfucker.'

Jaune let out a frustrated sigh. "Cut her some slack." He said to himself. "All she's trying to do is make sure you don't end up delivering coffee for the rest of your life." Having to take orders from Coco was infuriating, but having Glynda pry into his personal life wasn't much better.

'Face it.' Shadow chimed in. 'You're not made to take orders, and you especially are not made to take orders from good looking women. You hatedoing it. You're the Alpha, it's against the natural order.'

'Fuck. Off.'

'You know I'm right.'

'Just because I feel that way doesn't make it right.' Jaune shot back. 'I respect the hell out of Glynda. She's hardworking, she's intelligent, she's compassionate-'

'-and she's sex on legs. I know what a perfect baby mama she's going to be, but she isn't going to stop mothering you until you put her in her place, breed her, and give her an actual baby to take care of.'

Jaune clenched the wheel tightly. "That's not going to happen."

His Shadow chuckled internally, knowing how aroused he was by the prospect. 'Whatever you say, pal.'

Jaune thought about his other options- the fact was, at some point he was almost certain to knock someone up. He was a mess but he wanted to be able to at least financially support his children … but kids were fucking expensive.

'I could be a famous athlete, like Dad.' Jaune thought, before dismissing the idea. 'Maybe he can sneak under the radar, but I don't have his connections in the press. If we're both elite fighters, other Blessed are going to start taking notice.'

'Play another fucking sport, then.' Shadow countered. Jaune hummed- it was possible, but he'd have to join a team for that, and it would take a few years to get a solid spot in the league. 'Then again, getting a scholarship would make Glynda happy.'

But he had no idea when one of his girls would get pregnant. He needed a way to make money, fast, without drawing too much attention to himself.

'You want a successful get rich quick scheme that doesn't get you famous?' Shadow thought incredulously. '...How about drug dealing?'

'...Not helping.'

'Bank robbing?'

'I said stop.'

'Porn?'

'FUCK. OFF.'

'A guy can dream.' Shadow said. 'Well, aside from being a gigolo, you could always either a) get a Ph.D in some bullshit and fuck college girls for the rest of your life, or b) mooch off your obscenely rich girlfriend and do whatever the fuck you want.'

Jaune shook his head.

'Look, somehow, someway, you're going to use your powers to get an advantage. What's it gonna be?'

Jaune looked at the wheel for a long time. '...There is something.'

In a list designed to minimize long term education, there had been one outlier, one errant thought that he couldn't bring himself to ignore.

'Doctor.'

His semblance had healed Coco instantly. It could seal wounds, it could reverse concussions, it could do all sorts of other things if he just learned how to experiment. He'd have to put up with medical school to keep his cover, but even without it, just going in as a trauma nurse or first responder he was already in a position to save countless lives-

'-and get yourself found out and killed.' Shadow countered.

Jaune lowered his head.

'Incredibly charisma? Hypothetically human. Insane athleticism? Possibly human, if you know how to pull your punches. Literal 'lay on hands' powers? Fuck no. People are gonna notice, people are gonna talk, and someone, somewhere is going to put a bullet in your skull.'

He could conquer bodies, break hearts and shatter minds, all without a care in the world. But God help him if he tried to use his Blessing to do something good.

'So that's it then?' Persona thought. ' Let other people die to save your own skin?'

'You can heal and protect you and yours.' Shadow countered. 'You can't save anyone if you're dead.'

Jaune sighed.

---

"Doctor?" Glynda asked.

"Well, trauma surgeon, technically." Jaune said.

"That's… very specific."

"I just… thought it sounded interesting." Jaune replied cautiously. "I don't know why I left it in, it's more work than I'm willing to do, it's a stupid idea-"

"It's not stupid at all." Glynda said. "Why does it sound interesting to you?"

Jaune hesitated. "I… if I have to do something, I'd at least like it to be a job that helps people." he admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

Glynda's eyes glowed with pride. "I think that's a noble goal. And it's one you're more than capable of."

Jaune looked at her disbelievingly. "I'm not that kind of person."

"You can be anything you want Jaune. You can do so much good."

Glynda gave him an encouraging look, and all he could think about was what her face would look like while he fucked her.

---

Jaune's vision blurred.

'...I'm such a piece of shit."

---

"Come on, Vel, give us your best smile."

The bunny girl wrung her hands. "I'm trying." she said. "It's not something I can just do on demand-"

-Jaune walked back into the room, hands full, and gave Velvet a friendly grin.

She smiled brilliantly.

Flash.

The girl blinked as the cameraman caught her off guard. "Perfect."

'Yeah.' Coco thought jealously. 'Perfect.'

Well, she'd get her chance with Velvet eventually. She would see to that.

In the meanwhile she wanted her goddamn coffee.

"One mocha latte triple expresso- jeez, slow down!"

Coco held a hand up as she downed her drink in a single shot.

"Aaaah." She said, crumping the empty cup in her hands. "There we go."

Jaune shook his head. "One hot cocoa, extra whipped cream, one Atlesian Black, one glass of warm milk."

Vevlet, Ciel and Blake took their drinks, Velvet blushing slightly as her hand brushed against his. He set their sandwiches down on a chair: the cameraman could only shoot with one of them at a time, so the other three would get a chance to eat while they waited their turn.

Jaune went over to the blonde group and repeated the process.

"One boba tea." Arslan took it gratefully. "One black coffee, two packets of cream." Azora took her drink without comment. "One iced frappuccino." Weiss extended a delicate hand. "And…" Jaune sighed in disgust. "One spicy hot cocoa, extra chili powder."

Yang smirked. "Don't mind if I do."

Jaune grimaced. "I still don't understand how you can ruin perfectly good cocoa like that."

Yang arched an eyebrow. " Excuse me?" She said, "I am enhancing it."

Jaune rolled his eyes as she took a sip, before her body shuddered in pleasure and his mind went… other places.

Yang wiped a few stray drops her mouth, smiling widely. "Don't knock it til you try it."

Jaune looked haunted. "I did try it." He said. "I still have the scars."

Yang chuckled. "Whatever, you big baby."

Jaune went over to the redheads to finish the circuit, leaving the rest of the blondes' food where Azora was meant to sit.

Weiss looked at Yang carefully. "...I didn't know you and Arc were so… familiar."

Yang smiled. "Oh, Ladykiller and I go waaaaaaay back."

"Have you done him?" Arslan asked.

Weiss looked at her askance, while Yang flushed. "What?! No! Why would you even-"

"-You seem pretty close."

"He's my friend." Yang said, blushing deeper. "What, I'm not allowed to have male friends? Also, even if I had, when have I ever discussed my sex life with you, anyway?"

Arslan's eyebrow twitched. "You never stop talking about it." she said.

Yang smirked. "I never stop telling dirty jokes." she countered. "That's not the same thing."

"As I was saying," Weiss cut back in. "I haven't seen the pair of you interact much since middle school. Did something happen?"

Yang's eyes flashed red, and Weiss knew instantly that she had stepped in it, big time. Some time between her arrival in Vale in the 8th grade and her properly befriending Yang in the 9th, something had happened to drive the two blonds apart. She was in no position to know.

Yang closed her eyes, and when they opened again they were back to their usual lilac. "Nothing happened." Yang said tiredly. "Nothing at all." Suddenly the pep popped back into her voice. "Buuuut, if you want romantic gossip, Arslan, have you ever heard about the time Jaune decided to serenade Weiss in front of the entire school?"

All thoughts of interrogation fled her mind as Weiss curled up in embarrassment.

Jaune burned a little time making faces at Ruby as she was in front of the camera, trying to look serious.

She burst into giggles. "I-I can't-" she said, wheezing. "Make him stop."

The camera glared at him, and Jaune chuckled before making his way over to the other girls.

"One herbal tea." He said, handing it over to a poised Pyrrha. "One iced latte." He said, handing it over to a despondent May. "Free of charge, by the way." He said.

May looked up at him in shock.

"Turns out the cashier is a huge fan of ping pong."

May smiled softly. "...No shit?" She murmured.

"Yep." He said. "Turns out you've got competition, Pyrrha. Guess who else has been national champion three years running? May's coming for you."

May and Pyrrha both looked at him incredulously.

Pyrrha smiled. "That's grand. Congratulations."

The shorter girl flushed. "Oh… it's nothing… nothing compared to being the Invincible Girl anyway."

Pyrrha's smile became wooden. "Oh, I wouldn't say that."

"...I don't really compare to any of you." She said softly. "You all look so natural out there, and I… well, look at me."

"I think you look great."

May looked up at Jaune incredulously. "...Not like the others, though."

"No." Jaune agreed. "But who says you have to?"

May's eyes widened.

"Look, you have a fantastic figure. You don't have the same body type as most Beacon girls, but who gives a shit? You're in good shape, you're pretty, and no man in his right mind is going to complain about big tits and a fat a-" Jaune bit his tongue, having said too much, but May didn't care.

She looked at the tall, strong and very handsome man before her, face glowing red. "...You think I'm pretty?" she breathed.

Jaune smiled reassuringly. " Very." He said earnestly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eye. "And I'm not the only one. Out of all the girls in the entire school, they asked you to do this. You don't have to be anyone else, just own who you are and show the world your stuff."

May looked at him intensely, heart pounding, before quickly turning away. "Th-thanks. I think I'll do that. Ruby!" She called. "I'd like to tag in."

'Well, there goes another one.' Nora thought wryly, watching the busty girl scurry away and the more petite rose take her place.

"Jaune, you jerk, you distracted me!" She said, without venom. The cameraman knew the shots that followed that exchange were some of the best of the night: the girl had such a sweet smile.

"One hot cocoa with marshmallows." Jaune said calmly. "Am I forgiven?"

Ruby gave him a mock glare before taking a sip. "...Maybe." she said cautiously.

Jaune pulled out a pink package. "Does this tip the scales at all?"

Ruby's eyes widened. "What's that?" She said, reaching for it hesitantly.

"A strawberry shortcake." He said, unwrapping it. "The last one they had in stock."

Ruby's mouth watered. "B-but I didn't order-"

Jaune shrugged. "I saw you were having a rough time, thought you might need a pick me up. So I bought myself something nice." He placed in gently in her hands. "Here you go."

Ruby looked at with glistening eyes and a quivering lip.

'What did I ever do to deserve something this wonderful in my life?' she thought. That something was standing right in front of her, smiling expectantly. She should say something… she had to say something.

"...I love you."

Jaune's heart stopped. Ruby seemed to realize what came out of her mouth a second too late. Her face turned beat red. "I mean, I love it, I love...it... you know, strawberries are my favorite. You're the best friend ever, thank you!" she rushed out.

Then she sat down and devoured the delicacy before her, avoiding eye contact with Jaune.

The nearby ginger sighed. 'And that's a swing and a miss.'

Nora stepped in, hand extended. "My drink?" She asked eagerly.

"No."

Nora blinked. Then she put her hands on her hips indignantly.

"What do you mean 'no'!?"

"...It's a pretty straightforward concept."

"...Jaune-Jaune, give me my damn drink before I break your legs!"

Nora rushed forward, before Jaune placed a hand on top of her head, holding her in place.

Nora waved her arms at him futilely. "Stupid... tall... asshole!"

"You ordered a coffee." He said. "I've seen caffeinated Nora. No."

The ginger rolled her eyes. "You break one table and get thrown out of one restaurant and suddenly everyone's on your case."

"...Excuse me?" Pyrrha asked.

"...It's a long story- Nora, I said no!"

Nora pouted dejectedly."But Jaaaaaune." She whined. "I already paid for it and everything." Then she brought out the puppy dog eyes.

'How can something so adorable be so dangerous?'

"...You can have it when we're done shooting." He said.

Nora's pout intensified. "...It'll get cold."

Jaune moved a stool around and set it right next to a studio light. "There, problem solved."

Nora shook her head. "Nuh uh. At best, that's just reheating it. And by the time we finish shooting my folks are gonna be here, and they won't let me have it in the car, so when we get home I'm gonna to have to reheat it again. And then I'm supposed to do homework, and everyone thinks I can't focus when I have caffeine, so if I don't drink it quickly they're gonna take it away and I'll have to reheat it again. And then I'll be up until three in the morning spazzing out on re-re-reheated coffee." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "...Do you want that on your hands?"

Jaune shrugged. "I'll risk it."

Nora scowled at him. "...You're a dick." Then she stomped off.

Pyrrha looked at him, amused and bemused. "I've never seen anyone control Nora like that."

Jaune chuckled. "You should see Ren. He wouldn't have gotten an insult."

Just his smile was enough to make her come undone. "I'll go after her." Pyrrha said shyly, following the shorter girl out of the room.

Jaune sat down next to Ruby, who still wasn't looking at him.

"So…" he said awkwardly. "...pretty cool cameras they got here."

"...I guess." Ruby said.

"You know anything about the Lumos 6 ?"

Ruby's eyes brightened slightly. "...It has a state of the art microprocessor and better magnification than most sniper rifles."

"You know, Velvet has one."

Ruby looked up at him cautiously. "Through the Photo Club, yeah." She said.

"Wanna see it?"

Ruby blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Can't." She said. "They're using it right now."

"Well, why don't you try talking to her about it?"

Ruby shook her head. "Nah." She said shyly. "I'd probably just get on her nerves."

"Are you kidding?" Jaune said. "Velv loves talking about that sort of thing. You'd make her day if you asked. She might even let you use it."

Ruby started grinning despite herself. "...Really?"

"Really." He said, "Look, she just got done with her shoot now, why don't you-"

Ruby zipped away with a rushed out thank you before stopping short in front of the startled brunette. Jaune caught something about 'blast processing' but Ruby's mouth was going a mile a minute and he couldn't understand half the words she was saying anyway.

Velvet could, though, and very quickly her expression changed from bewilderment to one of excitement. As soon as Ruby took a breath she started speaking almost as quickly, about specs and parts and ideal conditions.

Jaune smiled as he watched the two nerding out over optics. They were two cute, quirky girls who should have gotten along swimmingly- all they needed was a nudge.

" Sometimes I feel like the only people I have in the world are you and Coco "

'Not anymore.' He thought. 'And never again, if I have anything to say about it.'

"You're hopeless, you know that?"

Jaune looked up at Nora, still irate, albeit for a different reason.

"What?"

"A girl confesses her love for you to your face and you do nothing about it."

Jaune narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't a love confession." He insisted. "It was an innocent slip of the tongue."

"A slip of the…" Nora murmured incredulously. "Agh!" She turned to the statuesque redhead beside her. "How are boys so stupid?!"

Pyrrha smiled goodnaturedly. "It's one of life's great mysteries."

Nora paced back and forth irritably, riling herself up into a frenzy. "And don't even get me started on what you did to May!"

"...What did I do to May?"

Nora pinched her temples. "Jaune-Jaune." She said slowly, as if talking to a small child. "You can't just walk up to a girl you barely know and tell her she's pretty."

"...Why not? It's true, isn't it."

"That's not the point! You can't just play with a girl's feelings like that."

Jaune took a deep breath. "Nora." He said firmly. " Every girl in this room is here because they're one of the best looking women at Beacon. A school world famous for its good looking girls. I'm not saying anything you all haven't heard a million times."

"-Actually-" Pyrrha began softly.

"-I mean, look at Pyrrha." He said, gesturing at her. "That long, flowing, crimson hair, and those emerald green eyes? They're both beautiful, and they're one of the most striking color combinations you could possibly have! Her face is perfect, her skin is flawless, her figure looks like it was carved from marble by one of the greatest sculptors of all time, like a proud Mistrali goddess of victory. If she were in a museum people would pay money to see her, as a literal masterpiece, but instead she's just regular old Pyrrha."

Pyrrha, who had been blushing madly throughout the entire rant, grew a soft smile as she heard the final line. "Yeah...just regular old Pyrrha." she repeated happily.

"But I don't even need to say that, it's so obvious that people probably tell her that all the time."

Pyrrha looked at him longingly. "...They could stand to say it more often."

Nora looked at him wearily. "At this point, I'm kind of terrified about what you have to say about me."

The petite redhead looked positively delectable. She had an incredible base to start with, but Coco was pretty spot on in picking clothing that flattered her figure.

Jaune bit his tongue. "Nora," he said carefully. "If I said half the things that cross my mind when I see you in a miniskirt, Ren would hit me."

Nora's eyes brightened considerably. "You think so?"

"Yeah." Jaune thought, some of those observations running through his head right now. ' Shortstacked, sugar tits, made to take my cock .' "He'd be furious."

Nora grinned. "Aww. That's sweet."

"Hey Jaune!" Someone cried from across the room. "Need a little help here!"

He sighed and stood up, easily towering over both redheads. "Well, good talk. Duty calls."

The pair watched him go hungrily, pheromones wafting up their noses, bodies reacting accordingly.

Nora recovered first.

"Down girl." Nora said, pulling Pyrrha back into a seat.

Pyrrha blushed madly. "...Like you're any better."

Nora smirked. "He's a hunk." She admitted. "But he's not my type."

"...If this is how you are with someone who's 'not your type', how flirtatious would you be if Ren was here?" Pyrrha snarked, before being hit with a wave of regret.

Nora grinned, not offended in the least. "If Ren was here with all of us, the room would spontaneously combust from the sheer concentration of sex appeal." she said matter of factly. "...This is still pretty hot, though."

Pyrrha rubbed her thighs together anxiously, seeing the ginger's nipples sticking out of her top. "...Yeah."

"So, yeah, I'm eating the eye candy. You, though? You look you're about to jump him."

Pyrrha bit her lip. "Is it that obvious?"

Nora laughed. "Well, you're about as subtle as he is perceptive, so your secret's safe for now."

Pyrrha buried her hands in her face. "...I don't know what to do." She whispered.

Nora put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Ruby mentioned that you were going to ask him out a while back." She said cautiously. "Did he turn you down?"

Pyrrha shook her head. "I never even got the chance to ask." she said. "Before I could I found out his heart belonged to someone else." ' Multiple someone elses.' she thought bitterly.

Nora had mixed feelings about that. On one hand she was over the moon for Ruby… 'any day now… any day now… they're so perfect together, even Pyrrha can see that, and I have been captaining this ship way too long to let it go down.' On the other hand… Pyrrha was a friend. Seeing her heart break like this… it sucked.

"Pyr-" she said softly. "I- I don't have anything to say that will fix anything." She ran a hand through her ginger locks nervously. "To tell you the truth, if I was in your position, and the man I loved was happy with …someone else… and all I could do was stand back and watch… I-I don't know if I could do it."

"...I don't know if I can, either."

Nora took Pyrrha's hand in hers. "But, I can tell you that no matter what happens, I'll still be your friend… and I'm here for you." She looked down shyly. "I know it isn't much, but-"

Pyrrha squeezed her hand firmly. "-It means a lot, actually." She said. "Thanks."

"A little more to the left!" Coco called. Jaune sighed and bent over, picking up the crate again.

'Why is she doing that?' Nora thought curiously, before getting a perfect look at Jaune's squat form. 'Ooooooooooh.'

Pyrrha looked dumbstruck, before guilt started to overtake the lust in her gaze. "I shouldn't be ogling a taken man." She breathed.

...She didn't feel guilty enough to stop.

Nora elbowed her gently in the side.

"You know," She whispered meaningfully," it isn't a crime to look."

Pyrrha nodded in agreement, too transfixed to say anything else as the two redheads shamelessly checked out Jaune's ass.

---

These girls were going to drive Jaune insane.

The coffee run had been a badly needed escape from the constant temptation of their bodies, but there was no running from it now. As the hours ticked by the girls grew more and more comfortable in his presence, bolder.

They still had to change outfits between shots, and with the amount of clothes Coco had ordered, it seemed the group couldn't go more than 5 minutes without someone stripping down. The first time had been awkward. By everyone's 5th, they had gotten over it. Whether it was pheromones or peer pressure, by now even Weiss was comfortable prancing around in front of him in nothing but her underwear… and she wasn't even one of the aggressive ones.

"Yo, Vomit Boy, quit staring at Weiss Cream's ass."

Jaune turned to an equally bare Yang Xiao Long, grinning at him.

"I'll stop staring when you all stop showing off."

Yang crossed her arms under her chest. "We're modeling ." she said. "Showing off is literally the job."

Jaune's eyes followed the bounce of her breasts. "...You're doing that on purpose."

Yang giggled. "Yeah, a little." She admitted. "It's hilarious to see you get so worked up. You're usually so subtle about checking girls out."

Jaune pinched his temples. "...I'm surrounded by half naked women, okay? I have limits."

Yang rolled her eyes. "Must be real hard for you."

'You have no idea .' Jaune was pretty sure his cock could pierce steel at this point.

"You're one to talk, taking pictures while I do all the heavy lifting."

Yang sighed. "It was fun for a little while. But it's getting old. I'm bored."

They were all bored, and to pass the time a few of them decided to play tease the stud. It was subtle at first- Blake would put on her clothes a little more slowly and bend over more than was strictly necessary, then Arslan would come over asking which swimsuit brought out her eyes, then Nora started doing jumping jacks with Pyrrha without wearing bras . Now a few of them didn't even bother to change clothes during downtime, slipping off the old outfit until they were called back on stage. There would inevitably be a grin or a giggle if he showed any reaction to the titillating sights before him, and each new extreme encouraged someone to take the game further.

The winner of this teasing contest was getting an all expense trip to the tip of his dick.

And Yang was a frontrunner.

"...This isn't actually bothering you, is it?"

Jaune looked down into a pair of lilac eyes.

"...What, of course not?" He said tightly. "It's only blatant sexual harassment."

Yang let out a relieved breath. "Oh, thank the gods." She teased. "I thought you might really be mad."

Jaune's hands trembled. 'I. Will. Fuck. You.' He thought darkly.

'...Yang was your best friend.' Persona reminded him. ' Friends don't breed best friends.'

"Hey, Goldilocks!" Coco called. "Quit monopolizing Loverboy and get back to work."

Yang groaned. "...Fine." She said, turning around, leaving a mane of golden curls in her wake.

Jaune's eyes darted down as she walked away.

' Gods, Yang has an underrated ass .' Her tits got plenty of attention but her butt really belonged with the best of them too. Classic heart shape, full and perky… Jaune loved the Bellabooty as much as the next guy, but-

"-Good news: there are only one or two outfits left, so you won't have to put up with our 'harassment' for too… long..."

Jaune looked up.

Yang had turned her head back to talk to him and caught right in the act.

She seemed almost as surprised as he was.

Then she smiled knowingly. She didn't say anything, but as she went over to change she moved with a slow, exaggerated sway. Then she bent over at the waist to pick something out of the crate, the thin fabric of her underwear stretched tightly across her cheeks.

Jaune's heart rate skyrocketed.

'Look somewhere else.' He thought, jerking his head away. He turned to the brunette group.

Big mistake.

If anyone was a bigger tease than Yang…

"See something you like?"

Coco was wearing… fuck if he knew but it barely looked like anything. This was supposed to be a school calendar, wasn't it?

Jaune's eyes darkened.

Coco smirked. "I'll take that as a yes." She turned over to Blake and Ciel who were modeling bikinis .

'Gods help me.'

"Hey girls… turn around." Coco said.

Both were confused, but complied- they were in model mode.

"What is the point of this exercise-" Ciel asked

-SMAAAAAAACK!

SMAAAAAAAAACK!

Coco slapped both their cheeks, watching them ripple with a lascivious smile.

"Between these two, who do you think has the fatter ass?"

stopped working.

When he rebooted he was walking out of the room while Blake was glaring at the fashionista. Ruby was calling Coco out for taking her game too far. Ciel was warning the girl that if she did that again she'd sue, but he didn't stick around to find out if she was serious. He didn't say or do anything until he got to the nearest water fountain.

He splashed cold water on his face.

'Calm down.' He told himself, as the chill did almost nothing. His blood was on fire.

'Calm down. '

"Getting hot under the collar, big guy?"

Jaune exhaled.

Coco had followed him out into the hall, still wearing a sheer dress that showed off far more than it covered.

"Don't you have a lawsuit to deal with?"

Coco shook her head. "Nah. Soleil's all talk. Somebody ought to take that stick out of her ass and replace it with a-

Jaune slammed both hands against the wall on either side of her, boxing her in.

Coco grinned hungrily.

"Not fun being edged all night, is it?"

Jaune growled. "No." He agreed, tracing a finger down her body. "But unlike you, I can do something about it."

Coco moaned but offered no resistance as he slipped past her clothes and buried his index finger two knuckles deep inside her.

"Gods, Coco you are soaked." He said, pumping faintly. "Does it turn you on, seeing all those perfect bodies you can never fuck? You masochistic slut."

Coco panted slightly, but shook her head. "...Turns me on… watching." He said, gasping as he groped her breast with his other hand before he put another finger in. "...Knowing you can…"

Jaune's voice dropped low. "Knowing I can what ?"

"Knowing you can… ahh … fuck all of them."

Jaune leaned in, leaving hickeys on the base of her neck. "Shouldn't you be focused on what I'm about to do to you ?" he breathed. "...You've been a bad girl."

Coco shuddered. "No… I've been a good girl…" she cried. "Showed off the goods… got you out of that awful hoodie… showed you off to them … all you have to do now is… reel them in…"

"And take you along for the ride?"

Coco whimpered. " Please ." She begged, writhing in pleasure. "You can have them first, you can even make me sit back and watch. I'll finger my dripping pussy while you break another whore, knowing that as soon as she's done I'm next… I'll lick your cum out of their creampied cunts… we'll make out over your cock, we'll worship you from head to toe. I want to see you fuck every slut in that room."

Jaune paused in his ministrations. "...My little sister was in that room," he said coldly.

"Did I stutter?"

A wave of tension rippled through the Arc's body.

Then he pounced.

Coco hummed happily as he slammed his lips into hers, pulling her off the ground and pinning her against the wall with his body, while his hands went down to his pants.

He scraped his teeth over her bottom lip before pulling away.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." He growled. " You got me this riled up. You get to take care of it."

He unzipped his fly, giving Coco a better view of his massive bulge.

Her eyes widened.

"W-wait!" She said, as he got ready to tear her panties in half. "N-not yet!"

Jaune laughed. "What's the matter, Coco Puff?" He breathed, leaving a trail of goosebumps down her skin. "...Nervous?"

She shook her head. "Shoot… not finished…" She groaned, nearly overwhelmed by her body's lust. Jaune ran his hands teasingly over her rear while his mouth roamed her chest and neck "Someone will come and… oh, fuck … see us."

"So?" Jaune asked with a crooked grin.

"...Do you want your… friends… to find out like this ?"

Jaune stopped. He stared into her soul for what felt like an eternity.

Coco thought that he might go ahead and fuck her anyway, right then and there. She wouldn't raise much of a fuss about it.

Suddenly her feet hit the ground.

"Alright, Coco." Jaune said calmly, setting her down. "You get a little more time. But not much." He kept one hand on her ass, squeezing it possessively. "Just don't forget who's the bitch in this relationship."

SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK.

Coco quivered in pleasure as that strange energy coursed through her body again.

The love bites faded from her skin, leaving only a faint glow, before that too disappeared, and the red handprint was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

But she felt it.

Gods, she still felt it!

"You coming?" Jaune asked from across the hall, a wicked grin on his lips.

'... Almost .'

---

Things went smoothly after that.

There was a shift in the air around Jaune. Everyone noticed that he seemed more relaxed now. Sure, he still was horny as hell, but a little bit of power worked wonders for his peace of mind.

Everyone also noticed that Coco had become comparatively subdued- there was no more teasing, no more taunting, just strict professionalism and an extreme eagerness to get the shoot finished.

"What lit a fire under her ass?" Nora murmured.

Blake heard her, and narrowed her eyes as Coco changed into her final outfit of the night.

Her panties were ruined , and the fire was coming from her loins.

Blake tried to ignore her own faint arousal when wondering how the sexy senior was going to blow off all that steam.

5 minutes before they were done, when everyone was counting the minutes until they could wrap up, a new person burst into the room.

"Is this the Beacon Calendar shoot?"

Jaune's eye's widened in recognition, but he was able to hide it before anyone else noticed- they were too busy checking out the new girl.

She was a remarkably pretty girl, about their age, with smooth brown skin, mint green hair and vibrant red eyes, and her figure fit right in with the best Beacon had to offer. Her expression was friendly, and she was wearing sweatpants and a company t-shirt, carrying a small pack with her.

'...Where do these babes keep coming from?' Mark thought incredulously.

"It is." Weiss answered calmly.

Emerald smiled disarmingly. "Man, I thought I'd miss you guys. I missed my bullhead, traffic was terrible. My boss would've killed me."

"Why are you here?" Jaune asked.

There was a faint edge in his tone.

Emerald shot him a look that screamed 'shut up' before turning back to the girls with a friendlier expression. "My name's Emerald; I'm a freshman at Magenta and I'm interning with one of the school's start ups, a company called RoosterTech."

"...Is that some sort of dick joke?"

Everyone looked strangely at Yang.

"What? Rooster? Cock? A bunch of college nerds? No one else thought of that?"

Emerald rolled her eyes. "It is a bit of a sausage fest." She said. "But the guys pay alright. They actually sent me here to offer you a job."

"Please, for the love of god, no more photos." May groaned.

Coco glared at her. "We're doing follow up shoots after tonight, in smaller groups. We aren't done yet."

May looked devastated.

"What are you offering?" Weiss asked.

"Ⱡ100,000 for the fund, and a free sample for every girl." Emerald said.

Weiss's eyes glimmered with interest. "...I'm listening."

Emerald opened up her bag to reveal a baker's dozen white rectangles.

"...Cooooool." Nora said. "...What are they supposed to be, though?"

Emerald smirked. "This."

She whipped out a tablet of her own and pulled it apart. A hard light screen filled in the gap. "You're looking at the future of communication technology." she said. "Adjustable hard light touch screen display, 100 hour battery life, capable of streaming video and audio, and fully compatible with the CCT. All in a space smaller than a lien chip."

She put one in Ruby's hands. The younger girl looked like she had been given a trillion lien. She eagerly pushed the activation button. After a brief moment there was a chime.

" User identified… pairing ."

"It comes with the best cybersecurity features on the market." Emerald explained. "And it syncs with your unique bio-signature. Once you set one of these bad boys up, no one but you can unlock it."

She handed her own device to Ruby, who tried and failed to open it and looked at the inert piece of tech with wonder.

"...How does it do that?" She breathed.

Emerald shrugged. "Beats me."

"This is… I've never ever seen… it's not a fingerprint scanner, is it?"

Ruby began rambling as she flipped through the scroll's various features.

Ciel narrowed her eyes. "Only Atlesian technicians have ever manipulated hard light dust this finely." she noted. "And never using an output this compact. Where did you get this?"

There was an accusing tone in her voice. Emerald deflected easily.

"I dunno, I'm just an intern. The higher ups say they found some schematics online and reworked them. They said the rough version was leaked from some pre-war Atlesian research, but with enough tweaks that they own the rights."

Velvet was handling her own scroll with a careful eye.

"Unbelievable… you said it has a battery life of 100 hours ?" She asked.

Weiss looked skeptically at it. "How is this supposed to sell? As you exhaust the hard light dust, your screen would shrink, and I don't see any port to replace it."

"You don't." Emerald explained. "The power doesn't come from the hard light, it comes from another part of the machine, which uses the crystal as a conduit without exhausting its internal properties. I don't know how they do it, the geeks said something about a-"

"-Glassman-Oum matrix…" Velvet whispered. "...a closed loop that allows a single crystal of dust to be used indefinitely so long as there's an external power supply. This… this is amazing! Hard Light Dust is one of the only varieties where the equations are even hypothetically applicable, but no matter how many times I've crunched the numbers I've never been able to arrange a system to produce outputs of varying sizes, let alone at so small a scale!"

Weiss looked at her with interest. "You've done tests on the theoretical properties of dust?"

Velvet looked nervous. "...M-mostly thought experiments." She said. "I've run a few live experiments, mostly for a hard light multi-tool that could shape itself into any configuration the user needed, but I could never stabilize it across more than one design, and my attempts to arrange the matrix always resulted in the hard light's blueprints evaporating within a minute. But if I could get it to run properly, there would be endless applications, like-"

"-the ability to instantly recreate any weapon ever made." Ruby whispered.

The pair chattered eagerly, Weiss and Ciel observing their conversation with some interest.

Coco stepped in. "So, what do you want from us?"

Emerald smiled. "All you have to do is take one or two more pictures each for our website and promotional material. It won't take long- I got a raise just by smiling at my bosses and I'm sure any photo of one of you would knock their socks off. After that, they'll just collect performance data from your scrolls- they're just prototypes, they're too expensive for the mass market."

Coco arched an eyebrow. "They're too expensive, so you're giving them away?"

Emerald chuckled. "That's what I said, but the promotions and the data are worth it. You get them from free, we get ads and info to see how we can sell them and make them cheaper- everyone wins."

Mark approached Emerald with a sly smile. "You seem pretty well put together." He said admiringly. "...You ever thought of modeling?"

Emerald smiled diplomatically while she turned him down, promising to pickpocket this motherfucker on her way out as payback for so shamelessly checking out her tits. Sure, that was what the outfit was for, but if he got the view she got his money.

Jaune said nothing, but something was up. Cinder's fingerprints were all over this, but he couldn't question Emerald in front of the others.

They hadn't even spoken since he'd walked in on her meeting, and Emerald was in no hurry to interact with him now. It was a subtle thing, but she was keeping her distance- she knew all about his Family Blessing.

Did she know Cinder was already scheming to get her in his bed?

'What do you think of Emerald?'

Jaune thought she was an incredibly hot piece of ass… and she was the bitch who shot Clover. The cunt who almost killed Qrow.

He didn't trust her. He certainly didn't want her near his friends.

"Oh, look at that, we have one extra." Emerald said, trying to extract herself from Mark's elevator pitch. "I guess they thought we might need a spare… well, I'm supposed to get rid of all of these so-

"-I'll take-" Mark said

"Blondie, here!" Emerald said, dropping the rectangle in his hands, being very careful not to touch him. "I know how much it sucks doing grunt work. Enjoy the bonus."

Mark glared at him. 'Some guys get all the luck.'

Coco cut in to the long running technical discussion. "Hey, little Red, nerd out later, we're almost out of here!"

Ruby flushed. "I'll be there in a second!" She said. "...Could I look at your blueprints sometime?"

Velvet smiled. "I'll send them to your scroll."

"...Could you send them to mine?" Weiss asked.

The two girls looked at her strangely.

"What, you didn't think the Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company would be interested in revolutionary tech?"

Velvet blinked. " O-oh, it's … very rough work, still purely theoretical, I-

"-If I was CEO I'd offer you both jobs on the spot." She passed Velvet a business card. "If you ever want to talk dust, call me."

'Huh.' Jaune thought strangely. 'I guess Velv made two friends tonight.'

Ruby pouted. "Where's my laminated business card?"

Weiss sighed. "Ruby, you already have my number-"

Ruby's pout intensified to unbearable levels of cuteness-

"-Oh, fine, take it you dolt."

"Yes!"

"Ruby!" Coco shouted.

"I'm going, I'm going, just let me savor thi-"

"Now!"

Jaune smiled fondly as Ruby headed over to the camera, slipping her very official business card in her sock.

Ciel surprised him next.

She looked at Velevt closely. "You're not related to William Scarlatina, by chance, are you?"

Velvet looked shock. "He's my Dad. How do you-"

"My father is Captain of the AFF Hyperion. " Ciel explained. "He's spoken highly of Col. Scarlatina's expertise. I should have made the connection sooner, but I didn't think-" her eyes darted involuntarily to Velvet's rabbit ears."-regardless, it's nice to know there's another Blue at Beacon. This Kingdom has a distressing number of rebel sympathizers."

Weiss smirked at Blake, not saying a word.

Blake frowned. "Just because I appreciate the nuances of a complex geopolitical situation-"

"-Ah, yes, 'kill those dirty Blues' is a very nuanced political stance-"

"-because crushing the working class under Atlas's boot is the obviously the only moral outcome-"

The two girls started sniping at each other viciously.

"...Are they always like that?" He muttered to himself, as the rest of the group stepped back from the pair.

"Yes." Pyrrha said calmly. "They can get heated, but from what I can tell they enjoy sparring with one another."

Jaune decided to leave well enough alone.

As the group finally dispersed, he tried to get Emerald alone, and question her, but she was an expert at disappearing into crowds and he still had work to do. By the time he had finally moved everything back to where it needed to be, he got his money from Mark and discretely went back to his car.

Cinder's number was preloaded onto his scroll.

" Hello Jaune ." She said. " How do you like your present? "

"Why did you send your henchwoman here?"

He could feel Cinder smirking on the other end of the line.

" I was talking about the scroll ." She said, " But if you've already unwrapped her, then- "

"-Why did you give scrolls to the girls? Why are you spying on them- what 'performance data' are you collecting?"

Cinder chuckled. " Caught that, did you? The scrolls are as secure as we can make them, but I have a backdoor into the system. Like any other phone, the scrolls have a camera and a microphone capable of transmitting data to an external network and they also give a real time location any time they touch the CCT. Can't you think of a reason why I'd want a few pairs of eyes and ears in Beacon Academy?"

To keep tabs on Ozpin… and to keep tabs on him.

"You could have just hacked their phones if you wanted that." he said. "You're after something different. You want to scan for aura."

Cinder grinned. " Very good, Jaune. The biosignature the scrolls sync to is the user's aura, and it can sense the aura of anyone in range. With thirteen of them at the school, if there are any other Blessed at Beacon we'll spot them. Your scroll gives you an early warning system. "

"What if Ozpin catches them?" He growled. "Do you think he won't ask questions if he sees teenagers with experimental tech designed to sense something they shouldn't even know about?"

"He can't trace it back to us. He'll trace it back to those buffoons at RoosterTech who we anonymously fed the blueprints to. They don't know who we are or how half of the systems actually work, and we 'borrow' their best models. We're safe. "

" What if he shoots first and asks questions later? "

"Every gambit has risks." Cinder replied. "This is a calculated-

"-Your math's off." Jaune said. "You don't get to risk them for me."

Cinder sighed in frustration. 'You're more valuable than they are.' she thought, though her master was too noble to accept that. Until he did, she'd have to work around it.

" The scrolls are for their protection too. "

"How?"

" Aura is tied to a person's physical condition. If they're injured, we'll know. If some Blessed kidnaps or attacks them to try and get to you, we'll know, and we'll be able to find them. Like it or not, being close to you has made them targets. The scrolls give them a fighting chance. "

Jaune paused for a long moment. This plan took twelve innocent people and turned them into pawns… but if it gave them the slightest chance of surviving the misfortune of knowing him… could he take that from them?

He let out a defeated sigh. "...Fine."

" Excellent. " Cinder said. " I'll sync your scroll with theirs so you can- "

"No."

There was an irritated pause. "... Why not ?"

Jaune thought carefully. " If there's an emergency, you can give me access. If any of their auras dip into the red, or if I ask. But their scrolls are basically phones, right? I can't violate their privacy like that. " The temptation was there. Wouldn't he love to see any nudes the finest girls at Beacon might have saved to their system? How about their texts, their diaries, clues about what they were into, where they frequented, whether any of them wanted his dick? He couldn't trust himself not to look, so he shouldn't be able to.

" Okay, Jaune ." Cinder said. "I'll keep their data on a need to know basis ." Her tone changed. " So, how was the shoo -"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Jaune?" Coco asked, rapping on his window.

"...Who's that? " Cinder asked

'Time's up.'

"Hey Coco." He said, opening the door. "Thought you were headed home."

The senior stepped into his car, trying to maintain her cool. She emptied her pockets onto the floor.

"Looks like I lost my keys." She said, ignoring the pair on the ground. "You wouldn't be able to give me a ride , would you-" She blinked at the open scroll. Then she grinned. "Are you on the phone with a girlfriend?"

" Not a jealous one. " Cinder replied. " So, Coco, is it? Are you part of the harem too? "

Coco took a seat on Jaune's lap, humming in delight as the blond pulled her in for a kiss. "Looks that way." She breathed, running her hands under his shirt. "Mind if I borrow him for a couple hours?"

" By all means. " Cinder said.

"Cinder, I'll call you back." He said, fishing his cock out of his pants with one hand as he deactivated the scroll.

"Cinder, huh?" Coco groaned, gyrating against him. "If her body's as hot as her voice, you've got to introduce us-"

She winced as Jaune tore her pants into pieces.

"Why the fuck do you keep doing that?!" She complained, as he pushed her panties aside to reveal her dripping slit.

Jaune grinned, before grabbing her hips and raising her a foot in the air. "Because I can." He said, lining her up with his cock, before slamming her down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Coco trembled as he buried half himself inside her in a single thrust. "S-slow down!" She moaned. "You're too….. AHHH. BIGGGG!"

She tried to pull back, but Jaune held her firmly in place. "You're so wet." He marveled, watching as her pussy juices slipped down his throbbing dick. Then he started to thrust.

Coco saw stars.

'Holy fuck.'

Coco had wanted to ride her lover cowgirl, but as soon as his monstrous shaft had made its way inside of her her legs stopped co-operating. Instead, Jaune was moving her up and down like a fleshlight, hoisting her up by the waist before burying more and more of himself inside of her.

"Jaaaauuuuune." She moaned.

"You like that?!" He grunted, slamming into her g-spot over and over. "You like being getting fucked, you tease!?"

"Gods yes!" she groaned, a familiar warmth spreading through her core.

'No-' she thought desperately. 'Not yet! I'm not ready to-'

"CUUUUUUMING!" She cried, squirting her juices all over her loves lap. She gasped as she fell, taking him all the way down to the base, as her lover wrapped his powerful arms around her body.

Even through the shirt she could feel the chiseled muscle underneath. 'He's... incredible.'

Hold on. They were still wearing clothes, weren't they? With all the groping, sweat and cum, her outfit was going to get ruined.

She was going to get ruined.

Jaune tore open her shirt to start fondling her breasts. Coco watched, dazed, as the fabric tore. She felt too good to care. She had other clothes.

As soon as she came down from her orgasm she realized she had somehow taken him all the way.

"I... feel so... full."

Jaune smirked. "Good." He said. "Now we can really get started."

"W-what?" Coco squeaked.

The rest of the night was a blur. Anyone walking by the Beacon parking lot would notice the faint rocking of the parked white van near the edge, or the faint cries of a woman in the throes of ecstasy.

"I love your cock!"

"You're so good!"

"Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!"

---

Cinder grinned as she listened in through the other end of the line. Her master had no trouble claiming a woman's heart if he wanted it. And as she listened, she knew Coco Adel belonged to him now. From the moment she heard her cry "Inside, I want it inside!" Cinder knew she was a goner.

"Not worried about getting pregnant anymore?" Jaune teased, after his first climax. He had driven his lover to seven.

Coco smiled as he came in for a kiss. "No..." she breathed. "Safe...day."

Jaune paused. "Are you sure?"

"...Yeah... triple checked." She said, breath steadying. " I knew what you wanted and I wasn't going to say no. Why do you think I waited until now? A stud like you really might knock me up if I'm not careful." She paused, thinking of the absurd amount of cum the Arc had just emptied into her womb. "...Maybe I ought to take a pill, though... just in case."

Cinder smiled. Whether Coco or not dodged pregnancy tonight, she would be one of Jaune's broodmares sooner or later. Cinder was too important, she couldn't afford to get pregnant yet, and if she hadn't discovered a way to trick her body into thinking she already was she probably would be. Aura could do amazing things... but Cinder was amazed that her idea had worked so quickly.

Coco didn't have that luxury. She was hooked, she'd slip up, or she'd give in. They all would.

Cinder felt a twinge of irrational jealousy. No matter. Once Jaune had come into his own and their power was assured, she was sure he'd demand a child from her- the power of another Blessed was too strong to pass up. There was no need to rush things.

In the mean time she would make sure he was well supplied with mates: Master deserved nothing but the best. She opened a new display on her scroll, examining all the new files.

Scroll Synced Targets

Coco Adel (✓)

Arslan Altan

Azora Arc

Blake Belladonna

Cinder Fall (✓)

Ruby Rose

Pyrrha Nikos

Velvet Scarlatina(?)

Weiss Schnee

Ciel Soleil

Emerald Sustrai

Nora Valkyrie

Yang Xiao Long

May Zedong

Unsynced Targets of Interest

Amber Bailey (✓)

Kali Belladonna

Raven Branwen

Glynda Goodwitch

? Kaleidoscope ?

Summer Rose

Other Sisters?

Willow Schnee(✓)

Winter Schnee

An Ren(?)

Hacking into the school network had been child's play, and when paired with the data from the scrolls Cinder had access to everything could possibly need: aura levels, home address, relatives, medical records, counselor's reports, everything down to their GPA.

Aura was connected to the body, and if a system knew how to read it it could learn so many things. Hormone levels, body temperature, and, given enough data... menstrual phase. Whenever Jaune was willing to look, he could cycle through all his slut's safest days... or knock the lot of them up in less than a month.

She looked at the aura properties of all the potential broodmares before settling on the most promising candidate of all.

Name: Ruby Rose

Sex: Female

Race: Human

DOB: October 31st, 65 AGW

VID: VAL-1031-65-HF-RWBY01

Home: 12 Patch Circle, South Belle, Lusitan Province, Vale

Aura Level: 5400* (66th percentile)

Aura Status: Sealed

Semblance: N/A

Blood Type: A+

Height: 5'1 (156cm)

Weight: 110lbs (50kg)

Figure: 33-20-33 (32B)

Hair Color: Black (reddish tint)

Eye Color: Silver*

Skin Type: Very Fair (I)

Average Cycle: ?

Current Phase: ?

*(unknown aura component, system error, equivalent AL == 9500±?)

*(possible source of anomaly?)

'The best friend...has silver eyes?' she thought, a wicked grin on her face. '... Interesting.'

The Rose girl would come along in due time. Jaune could only resist his nature for so long... and when he gave in, Cinder would do everything in her power to help him claim his birthright.