Ruby seemed to be in better spirits by the time Jaune came back. She still wasn't talking much, but she was at least looking at him now, and even laughing at a few of his jokes.
Jaune couldn't shake the feeling that something was off now. Summer had promised to keep an eye on the clock for him but was still keeping her distance - she and the girls had been whispering about something before he had shut off the music.
He had wanted to give them their privacy, but now he was starting to regret it.
Ruby's eyes were locked on the screen as she wracked up an absurd K-D ratio - Yang had spawned on the other side and was holding her controller idly while she waited to respawn after Ruby had domed her from across the map.
Again.
Jaune sat by on the sidelines, waiting for his turn and burning with questions.
He caught Yang's eyes out of her periphery and raised an eyebrow before his gaze meaningfully darted over to Ruby.
The blonde followed his line of sight and shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
Jaune sighed, before deciding to rip the bandaid off and go straight to the source.
"Hey, Rubes." He said.
"..."
"Rubes-"
"..."
"Ruby!"
Double kill. Triple kill. Overkill.
"It's no use, Jaune." Yang said. "She just picked up the sniper rifle - she's basically dead to the world right now."
The blond waved her hand in front of Ruby's face - her older sister let out a grumble of irritation but otherwise didn't react, focus unbroken.
Killtackular! Killtrocity! KILLIMANJARO!
"See?" Yang said, smirking.
Jaune thought for a moment, until his lips twisted into a wicked smile.
"Have you and Nora ever practiced kissing?" He asked innocently.
Ruby nearly dropped her controller as she whipped her head around in confusion.
"What?!" She asked, apparently not quite dead to the world. "No! Why would you even think that?!"
Yang was trying and failing to keep the look of embarrassment off her face, subtly shaking her head and begging Jaune to keep his big mouth shut.
"Cinder mentioned something similar, actually," Jaune lied. "She said she had her first kiss with friends to practice - I was just wondering if that was a normal thing for girls."
Yang relaxed, heart rate slowing as the blush faded from her cheeks.
Ruby, on the other hand, lost whatever vestiges of her earlier good mood had been left.
"No, it's not." Ruby said, glaring at the screen as some lucky bastard killed her while she was distracted. "Your girlfriend's weird."
Jaune's eyes narrowed.
"Are you… jealous?" He murmured incredulously.
Ruby's heart stopped.
She opened and closed her mouth, willing some sort of sound to come out. Jaune was staring at her, confusion slowly transforming into understanding. A flush went up her neck as a horrible, sinking sensation overwhelmed her.
'Oh no, she thought, staring into his eyes. 'Oh no no no no no no no no-'
What did she expect would happen? Jaune might be dense but he wasn't stupid - he was bound to figure it out sooner or later. Oh, why couldn't she have kept her big, dumb mouth shut?
Ruby had butterflies in her stomach as Jaune wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Rubes," he said firmly, "you're my best friend…"
Ruby braced herself for what she knew was coming: 'I just don't see you that way,' 'you're like a sister', or, worst of all 'it's not you, it's me.'
Knowing that it was coming wouldn't make it hurt less.
"Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we're going to stop spending time together."
Ruby blinked.
'What?' She mouthed, confused.
Yang gave her a bemused sidelong glance.
"I know a lot of guys bail on their buddies the second they get some." Jaune continued, " But Cinder and I aren't like that. I'm not going to start blowing you off because she's sleeping with me." He gave Ruby a tender squeeze on her shoulder. "You mean too much to me for that."
Ruby was caught in a whirlwind of emotions - relief that her secret had miraculously not been exposed, irritation that the object of her affections was genuinely that oblivious, and a blinding burst of affection that reminded her why she loved him no matter how dense he was.
"Thanks," she murmured, her cheeks a dusty pink. "…Your girlfriend's still weird, though."
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"Is not."
"Jaune." Ruby said seriously. "You have 7 sisters. Did any one of them ever mention 'kissing practice' with another girl?"
Yang kept on her best poker face as Jaune shrugged.
"No, but that's really not something you'd tell a younger sibling," Jaune said, watching Yang squirm out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm sure Saph did, though."
Ruby rolled her eyes. "That doesn't count as 'practice'."
Jaune chuckled.
Then he was oddly quiet, for a long, long time.
Now that Ruby was snapped out of her stupor, the roles were suddenly reversed – Jaune seemed to be lost in contemplation while she was silently worrying about him .
Yang was less reserved.
"What's up?" She asked casually.
Jaune shrugged noncommittally but said nothing.
Yang hip checked him. "Don't give me that."
Jaune exhaled. "I just… started thinking about Saph, I guess. Reminiscing. It's been a while." He said, forcing out an awkward laugh.
Yang didn't buy it for a second.
She knew how much her little sister meant to her, knew how close Jaune had been with all his siblings for 15 years. She knew he had to be thinking about them all the time… or at least as often as he could stand to.
He at least got to see Azora and Lavender in the halls every now and again, hear whatever school gossip concerned them, get a sense of how they were doing – look after them, if only in the most distant and indirect way possible. But 5 of his sisters were completely out of contact – no phone calls, no emails, nothing – just whatever scraps of information he could find on the CCT. Chloe, Dash and the Twins were scattered across the Kingdom, and Saphron lived on another continent. Jaune might never get to see them again.
That had to be agonizing .
Yang laid a reassuring hand just above his knee.
"...Wanna talk about it?"
Jaune tensed at her touch, then went stone-faced.
"Not really." He said, brushing her off.
Yang bit her lip.
Her scroll vibrated.
She picked it up off the table and opened the newest message from Ruby.
let it go
He'll talk wen he's reddy.
' Fuck that.' Yang thought.
Maybe Ruby could sit on the sidelines for years like the perfect little angel, waiting for her darling to finally open up to her, but Yang couldn't stand it. Maybe that's why Ruby was where she was while Yang and Jaune were practically strangers, but that was just who she was.
For all his brooding, Jaune didn't feel like a stranger. Not always, anyway – she could still see her best friend in there, the one she missed so desperately. It just wasn't fair – how many minutes did it take her to spill all her dirty little secrets, the kind of thing they had always shared, the kinds of things only Jaune could be trusted with. She couldn't help telling him everything but he had to keep throwing up his fuckingwalls.
But before she could tell her sister and their guest exactly where he could stick his suffering in silence bullshit, her scroll shook again.
… She had 7 missed calls and 26 unread messages from Weiss.
We need to leave in an hour, don't forget.
I'm serious, Yang, we don't need a repeat of the Capulet Incident.
…If you're getting your beauty sleep, you'd better be ready to roll out of bed the SECOND I get there.
…
…
Yang, by the Gods, PLEASE CALL ME BACK.
It's going to be hard enough to do the carwash with 4 people, we CAN'T do it with 3.
Somehow I let Pyrrha talk me into letting HER drive, and I am TERRIFIED enough without having to worry you won't be there.
THE EMERALD CASTLE IS AT STAKE, YANG! ALL MY HARD WORK, ALL MY YEARS OF PLANNING. YOU CAN NOTDO THIS ME TODAY!
We're pulling into your driveway in 2 minutes and if you aren't ready, I swear to God-
"Oh, shit…" Yang whispered, looking at the time.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"Oh shit!" Yang yelled, bolting out of the room.
"Yang?!" Ruby cried out incredulously.
"I need to get dressed!" Yang called. "Buy me some time!"
"Get dressed?" Jaune asked. "But you're already-"
"JUST DO IT!" Yang yelled.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Jaune rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. 'Right, Yang was going to meet up with her friends.' She must have lost track of time.
She was probably putting on more clothes – Yang's outfit looked fantastic , but while it was great for lounging around the house and testing the limits of his self control, maybe it was too skimpy for whatever the girls were doing.
Jaune opened the door and was instantly treated to the sight of Weiss, Blake and Pyrrha, dolled up in some of the flimsiest bikinis he had ever seen.
His cock swelled past the point where even his trusty jeans could hide it, and Jaune did his best to shift himself behind the door before the girls could notice the MASSIVE tent in his pants.
Weiss looked up at him, looking as flawless as ever, and as irritated as he'd ever seen her, the angry flush of her cheeks looking no less lovely for it. The swell of her hips was adorned with a sheer white wrap that covered a high cut, snow white bottom that matched a skin tight push-up top, showing off her modest breasts and emphasizing the perk and lusciousness of her cleavage. What little cloth she wore flaunted her narrow waist and elegant hourglass figure, and tantalizingly blended in with her smooth, creamy skin, making her seem even more naked than she was.
It was the sluttiest thing he had ever seen her wear, but Blake made it look downright modest.
Blake was standing behind her shorter friend, totally relaxed in a black string bikini that looked like it would come undone with the slightest tug. The narrow triangle top barely covered a third of her ample chest, offering generous helpings of cleavage, underboob and sideboob as it swung over her nipples, hiding just enough to be considered decent. Her high waisted thong was worse - it showed off every inch of her silky smooth legs and snaked around her stomach, drawing the eye to her wide, full, childbearing hips and a gusset that barely covered her crotch.
If the front was anything to go by, the view from the back was to die for.
Not to be outdone was Pyrrha Nikos.
Her outfit was somewhat more modest, but showed off every reason why their classmates had voted her 'best body all around', from her toned legs and tight tummy to her full, buxom breasts that were pushed up in a tight red strapless top, covered from the bottom but with every bit of cleavage proudly displayed - for all the tightness of her body, Pyrrha's soft, milky globes were only a size or two smaller than Yang's, and absolutely second to none. Her crimson bottom had more fabric than Blake's but clung to the Invincible Girl's fantastic ass like a second skin.
Blake was apathetic, and Weiss was almost apoplectic, but Pyrrha, surprised as she was, seemed genuinely happy to see him.
Her cheeks flushed prettily as she caught his eyes, and she broke the tension with a shy, yet friendly wave.
"Hello!"
"I can't believe her!" Weiss whined.
"Yang's running fashionably late." Blake said. "What part of that is hard to believe?"
"But this is important !" Weiss shot back. "Sure, Yang can be a little irresponsible, but she's never this irresponsible!"
"I'LL BE 5 MINUTES!" Yang protested from upstairs.
Weiss crossed her arms under her chest and pouted. "How long does it take to put on a bikini?!"
Sure, she had servants to help her out and she had taken over an hour to decide what she was going to wear in a professional yet painfully awkward conversation with Klein where the father she never had did his best to delicately advise her on how sexy was too sexy (while doing his damndest not to perv on her - he loved Weiss like she was his daughter but she wasn't , and he could only look at her modeling bikinis and flaunting her half-naked body for so long before unfatherly thoughts started popping into his head, thoughts that Weiss was blissfully unaware of and that her butler would take to his grave), but Yang had had all morning to do the same.
She would look great in anything, and they had no time to waste.
Pyrrha smiled apologetically at Jaune, who was standing on the other side of the kitchen table, his crotch expertly hidden from view.
"I'm sorry we dragged you into this." She whispered, leaning closer and exposing more of her generous bosom "Weiss is… having a moment."
"It's fine." He reassured her, although the only thing that was 'fine' in this conversation was Pyrrha.
He had almost lost it when the girls walked in, scantily clad derrieres swinging past him, swaying hypnotically down the hall with every step - the Bellabooty in particular was barely covered, with a skimpy bit of cloth wedged between her luscious cheeks. It was a careful dance, following them without exposing his ever growing lust, waiting until they turned a corner or had their backs to him to move, which gave him several tantalizing views of their asses.
Pyrrha was politely explaining the situation to him – they were doing a carwash, a fundraiser for the upcoming prom, and they had put together the first event on short notice, meaning only the four of them had signed on, limited space at the venue, which had the girls carpooling to save space for customers. He smiled, nodded, and asked the appropriate questions but all he could think about was her body.
Her swimsuit was the same color as her hair, a deep and vibrant shade of red, the color of passion, that contrasted so vividly with her emerald green eyes and the light olive tone of her skin.
What if he tore her top off? Her breasts were magnificent and he had a wonderful view, but there was so much more of her to see – why not grab the flimsy cloth and snap it, discover the color and shape of her nipples, see her tits bounce free from their confines and get a feel for their weight in his hands? How long would it take to grab her by the ponytail and mash her soft chest to the table, swivel behind her sweet ass and line his shaft up with her aching cu-
Jaune clenched his fists hard as his aura crackled beneath the surface, ready to flare out and subdue a room full of world class sluts.
He couldn't touch them.
Pyrrha reached over to tap his shoulder, and he nearly broke then and there, but the faint sound of the oven's alarm pulled him away, and with plausible excuse, Jaune swerved out of the way and went to collect his prize.
The damn things were the only reason he hadn't darted out of the house entirely. Even with a pre-game threesome, being in arms reach a mostly clothed Summer, Ruby and Yang had nearly overwhelmed him - stacking the building with 6 of his favorites instead of 3 and stripping off most of their clothes was driving him insane. They were dressed to entice men, did they think he'd be satisfied with a smile and a slightly shinier car?
Still, he'd made a promise to Ruby, even if she didn't remember it, and he intended to keep it.
He could only mind his movements and pray that none of the women noticed his bulge.
Unfortunately, Jaune had already failed to hide his reaction from two of the women in the room.
Ruby had noticed it as soon as she had followed him out to the front door. She had finished out the last minute of their game before getting up to see what all the commotion was about, and come out just in time to see Jaune's eyes pop out of his head and his … thing nearly pop out of his pants as the rest of the Babe Table walked into their kitchen.
He was so occupied trying to stay out of their line of sight while checking out their beautiful bodies that he had completely failed to notice her direct view of him.
At first Ruby was struck by shock, wonder and a bit of arousal. Even if it was just an outline, even if she couldn't see all of it, that was his thing. Her dreams had been selling Jaune short - it was obscenely big.
That was quickly replaced by annoyance.
As if Cinder didn't make her feel inadequate enough, now she had three of the prettiest girls in their year prancing around in front of Jaune in glorified underwear, and she knew exactly how he was reacting. Her pajamas felt like a chastity belt by comparison. Ruby was well aware of the fact that she was a Calendar Girl too, and, at least in theory, as attractive as any other woman in the room, but it was hard to feel like she measured up at the moment.
The other person who was painfully aware of Jaune's state of arousal was Summer Rose.
'...Lucky little sluts,' she'd thought treacherously, biting her lip as her eyes drifted down.
She was hanging on the edge of the room, not daring to get any closer but unable to leave - she didn't think her supervision could stop Jaune if he made his mind up, but she could at least steer the girls away from the worst of the danger.
It took all of 10 seconds of watching them to figure out that Pyrrha had a massive crush on Jaune herself and that Jaune was very interested in her - Jaune had stepped away momentarily and the beautiful Amazon was obviously debating whether she should follow him. Summer had to defuse the situation fast.
"Pyrrha!" She called cheerily. "It's been ages, how's your family?"
The redhead turned and smiled awkwardly, eyes darting between Jaune and her host. Reluctantly, she made her way over.
"Mother and father are well," Pyrrha answered, "They've been very busy, but they did me to thank you again for the lovely-"
'Good girl.' Summer thought, as she and Pyrrha exchanged pleasantries and tentative plans for a joint family outing – the Nikos's were nice people and Calypso was easy on the eyes, so it would be good to stay in contact and monitor both mother and daughter for signs of Arc Exposure. Not that Summer would be much help with her own sanity slipping and her own daughters seconds away from seduction themselves, but any information on Jaune's harem and state of mind would be valuable.
Jaune took a few deep, calming breaths as he took in the sweet smell of his culinary surprise.
Blake was the first to notice the heavenly smell wafting into the room, but Ruby was the first to react.
"You made cookies?!"She cried with delight, rushing over to the oven.
Thirteen golden brown disks were spread across the tray, filled to the brim with chocolate chunks of different flavors and textures.
"I owed you one." Jaune said, smiling at the radiant joy in her eyes.
Ruby swallowed heavily for a moment, overcome by emotion.
Then she flung her arms around him and squeezed with all her might.
"You're the best." She murmured into his hard, firm chest.
Jaune took a sharp intake of breath, and Ruby started as she felt something big and hard twitching against her stomach.
She broke the embrace, blushing like mad, and did her best to ignore rush of heat that went through her body.
She turned away from the others as fast as she could, slipping on a mitt and popping the cookies out of the oven, bending over and unknowingly giving the blond a perfect look at her pert ass.
Jaune forced himself to back away, and focused all his attention on his scroll, on the verge of losing himself completely. He needed to relieve the pressure somehow.
His fingers found Cinder's number.
Clear your schedule tonight.
I'm cumming.
Cinder responded in less than a minute, with a selfie showing a smirk and one exposed breast.
Lucky me.
Jaune breathed a sigh of relief as he found his center.
It was still agonizing to see all these world class beauties in the room and not let himself ravish them, but the prospect of sex with Cinder in a matter of hours helped calm his nerves. The need wasn't quite so desperate anymore, safe in the knowledge that it would be sated soon.
'Still.' He thought worriedly. 'This is bad.' If sex once a day wasn't enough to keep him satisfied, would twice a day be enough? What if he built up so much of a tolerance that nothing would keep him happy save a constant parade of pussy?
Jaune shook his head. No, it wasn't that bad. He'd let his guard down, gotten too close to temptation - it wasn't every day that he wrestled with Ruby and Yang or saw the Babe Table in swimsuits. He was getting too close, taking too many risks.
The smart thing to do would be to pull back, reassess, but that would mean burning the bridges he had only just begun to rebuild. Looking at Ruby's smiling face as the heavenly aroma of fresh baked cookies wafted up to her, he couldn't tell himself that the risk wasn't worth it.
She reached down to grab one, and Jaune lightly batted it away.
"They have to sit for a few minutes before they're ready." Jaune chided.
Ruby gave him an exaggerated pout. "Okay," she murmured. "But you still owe me milk."
Jaune ruffled her hair. "You're impossible." He said warmly.
He turned to the others.
"Yang will be a little while." He said. "You guys want some?"
Ruby grumbled under her breath about Jaune giving away her cookies, but she smiled shyly at the others, all too happy to share.
Weiss saw Pyrrha nod and snapped. "We don't have time for this - we're supposed to be there at 2:30!"
Pyrrha smiled disarmingly. "I can make up time."
All the blood drained from Weiss's face. "Please don't."
Jaune arched an eyebrow.
"Yang's a thrill seeker, but Pyrrha drives like a character out of Mistrali Drift." Blake said evenly.
Pyrrha rubbed her arms shyly - "My dad may have taught me a few tricks, but-"
"-You do not get to act like this behavior is okay." Weiss said. "You dragged us all into a street race because some asshole on the road gave you 'the look'."
Summer was giving the redhead a disapproving glance - Pyrrha gave her best photogenic smile as she tried to look innocent.
"We were never in any danger-" she insisted.
"-It was terrifying." Blake murmured, pouring herself a tall glass of milk.
Pyrrha shrunk into herself until she met Jaune's eyes.
He gave her a conspiratorial smile.
"Did you win?" He asked.
Pyrrha smiled brightly, a pure, genuine smile, with a competitive glint in her eye.
"I won."
Weiss let out a long suffering sigh and buried her face in her arms.
Ruby moved beside her, cookies and milk in hand.
"You need this more than I do." She said solemnly.
The Schnee heiress looked up. "With all due respect, begging off other people's sweets is below me."
Jaune reached over their shoulders and grabbed a handful.
"I'm a foot and a half taller than you, and I'm doing it, but whatever."
Jaune towered over all of them, but it was especially pronounced with Ruby and Weiss. Weiss had ditched her usual heels for practical reasons — she had gotten used to walking around in them all day, but working on her feet for hours was not going to happen, and in her flats she barely even came up to the blond's chest.
The petite Schnee felt tinier than ever under him, and the size difference hit her right in the ego.
"What did you say?!" She sputtered, glaring upwards.
"I said I can't hear you down there."
Ruby snickered.
Weiss shot her a betrayed look, but even her friends were holding back giggles.
Who did they think they were, making fun of her -
-Weiss blinked.
Then she fought back a smile of her own as she realized how ridiculous she was being.
"You're all idiots." She said without malice, as she graciously accepted Ruby's offering and took a bite.
She froze.
Then she let out a moan.
Jaune swallowed as he watched the sensation overwhelm her - it took all of the heiress's discipline not to shove the whole thing in her mouth.
"Pretty good, right?" Ruby asked, wiping crumbs off her face - the younger girl had no such restraint.
Weiss set her half eaten treat down daintily, before washing it down with a few sips of milk.
…
…
"…This is the single greatest thing I've ever tasted."
Pyrrha and Blake looked at each other and immediately moved in to see for themselves.
Pretty soon they were letting out their own orgasmic moans.
"How did you make this?" Weiss asked sharply, sneakily reaching for a second sample. Ruby shamelessly batted her hand away - she was willing to share one.
Jaune shrugged as he subtly backed away from the group, the sounds of ecstasy further straining his self control.
"It's nothing special." He said. "Just my mom's recipe."
Summer quickly snapped one up for herself — Estelle Arc was a cold and conniving cunt, but no one could fault her cooking.
The group chatted about nothing for a moment, and Jaune managed to get into a playful argument between Ruby, Weiss and Pyrrha over whether or not pancakes or french toast was the better breakfast food
"The quality obviously matters," Weiss explained, unusually relaxed. " But with a good restaurant, french toast is always the better option. Pancakes are consistently mediocre and will never touch the euphoric highs or soggy, disgusting lows-"
"So you admit french toast is bad!"
"No, you dolt," Weiss said sharply. "I said bad french toast is bad. When you have a proper chef, it's exquisite."
"Does the cake butler make french toast too?" Jaune teased.
Weiss's cheeks were dusted pink. "Maybe on special occasions," Weiss said defensively. "It's not like I can have cake everyday."
No, with Weiss's slim figure, sweets were a rare indulgence - any fat would show fast on her petite body and she was diligent in keeping it in perfect form. A Schnee could do nothing less.
It was a shame - she made such pretty noises when she was pleasured.
'More than one way to make her moan,' Shadow thought hungrily. That way would reward her for taking such excellent care of her figure, and they could indulge whenever they wanted, although her tight tummy would start swelling out in a more useful way-
"That's why quality matters." Weiss continued. "Those rare occasions need to be perfect ."
Ruby turned to Pyrrha with a mischievous grin. "Don't you just love being able to carb load before a big race?" she asked.
Pyrrha nodded reluctantly and was rewarded with a fist bump and an irritated look.
Jaune zoned out and relaxed as the girls bantered, thoughts drifting to the silent Summer and Blake.
"क्या आप हमारे लोगों में से हैं?"
A faint whisper caught his attention. Jaune's eyes darted across the table.
Blake was staring at him intently, with a triumphant grin slowly spreading across her face. No one else in the room had heard her.
Jaune tried to play it off as nothing.
Blake kept mouthing words, barely audible even to the two of them, in a language he didn't understand - was that Menagerian?
"इतने दिनों तक कैसे छिपे रहे?"
"आप कौन से पवित्र उपहार धारण करते हैं?"
Jaune didn't respond again. Still, she knew he could hear her.
The other girls continued on, oblivious.
Most Faunus, especially those from the mainland, didn't bother learning the old tongue - even Blake wasn't exactly fluent - but it had been worth a shot. The cat Faunus changed tactics.
Blake's amber eyes scanned his body curiously, raking over Jaune's muscled form. She covered the movement of her mouth by raising her glass to her lips.
"What's your type?" Blake breathed, when she found no obvious giveaways.
"...Girls with great asses, apparently."
Blake jolted in shock, nearly breaking her glass and spilling its contents all over her upper body.
"Blake?!" Weiss cried. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Blake blushed madly, cat ears folding down, looking anywhere but Jaune as the white liquid streamed down her chest and neck.
The Arc's eyes locked right on her, fighting to keep a smirk off his face. The weight of his gaze was staggering.
"N-nothing." She lied, grabbing some paper towels and rushing her way out of the room. "I stubbed my toe."
Blake left the kitchen with a submissive sway in her step as she rushed to the bathroom to clean up.
Jaune stared her down like a hungry lion, with half a mind to follow her, but at that moment Yang came bounding down the stairs.
'Holy fuck.'
Yang's yellow swimsuit was cut in the same style as Blake's – Jaune wouldn't be surprised if they were a matching pair – and it did even less to cover up her massive jugs. Her tits strained against the few millimeters of fabric that separated the world from their full glory, the heft of her amazingly perky globes supported by a few flimsy strands of cloth. Her bikini bottoms was a thong like Blake's too, showing off every millimeter of her long, toned legs, with a thin yellow strip clinging to her crotch and ass crack and showing off everything else.
Her hair was done up to match Pyrrha and Weiss, and while Jaune loved how she looked with her hair down, Yang could rock a ponytail like nobody's business.
'I love a bitch with a handle,' Shadow thought wickedly.
A pair of sunglasses completed the look as she strutted confidently into the room. Jaune didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was eyeing her up like a piece of meat - with Yang dressed like that, no one expected him to.
Yang's eyes lit up as she saw an uneaten cookie on the table. "Dibs!" She said, walking right next to Jaune and reaching across the table, giving him a clear view of her bare back and fabulous ass.
"Delicious," she moaned, licking the crumbs off her lips and trying her best to pretend that the way Jaune was looking at her didn't have her heart hammering against her ribcage.
Jaune went over to the sink and got some paper towels to clean up what was left of Blake's mess - and to splash some cold water on his face.
'Come on, man, calm down, calm down,' he told himself, 'she'll only be here for a few minutes.'
'Just FUCKher already! ' Shadow screamed. ' What are you, stupid?! '
While Yang was embarrassed and exhilarated, the others were not pleased by her exhibition.
'Oh, Yang,' Summer thought tiredly. 'Are you trying to get him to do something?'
…On second thought, that was exactly what her daughter was trying to do, even if she had no idea what that something would be.
Weiss rolled her eyes, but said nothing about Yang's antics. This might be a little overboard, but the blonde's outfit wasn't much more risque than Blake's, and sex appeal was the selling point of their venture, even if her friend was pushing the envelope.
Pyrrha, on the other hand, was wearing a strained smile as she tried to compose herself. She hadn't been completely oblivious to Jaune's wandering eyes and had been reveling in his attention - now she felt like she was painfully overdressed.
But while Pyrrha was trying to hide her case of the green eyed monster, Ruby made no such efforts.
" Seriously? " she hissed indignantly.
Yang shrugged, feigning bravado. " It's a bikini carwash, sis – modesty was never an option."
Ruby huffed but dropped the issue.
"So, are we ready to rumble or what?" Yang said brightly.
Weiss sighed. "While you were wasting time, Blake had to go to the bathroom, and now we're waiting on her."
"I can make it." Pyrrha insisted.
"...That's what worries me." Weiss muttered.
Yang laughed. "Oh, come on Weiss, live a little. No matter how fast we go, no cop is going to give us a ticket when we look like this."
"Oh, rub it in, why don't you?" Jaune groused.
Yang shrugged. "Hey, don't blame me, it's one of the perks of having a period – nature had to balance that one out big time." Yang cocked her sunglasses, giving him an obvious once over. "How's that extra muscle mass, height and lack of monthly genital bleeding treating you?"
Jaune took a deep, calming breath.
"My penis is doing just fine, Yang, thanks for asking." he said dryly.
Ruby and Weiss flushed as Pyrrha rushed to change the subject.
"So, Jaune," she said nervously, with a faint blush herself. "We are doing another fundraiser, and next time there will be space for more than four people. Would you be interested in-"
"-Yes." Jaune said automatically. It was a colossally stupid decision, but the chance to see more of the girls like this was impossible to pass up.
' Nice.' Shadow thought.
"I'm in too." Ruby said defiantly. Taken or not, there was no way she was going to leave Jaune alone with a bunch of scantily clad women unless she was one of them.
' Double nice. '
"Sun and Neptune will be there as well," Weiss said. "It's a larger venue so we can bring a much bigger roster."
' Less nice. '
' Oh, shut up .' Persona thought irritably.
"Are the four of you going to be okay on your own?" Jaune asked.
Weiss shrugged. "They only gave us one parking space, so we can only bring as many people as we can fit into a car. Unless-" she thought, turning to the petite silver next to her, beautiful enough to bring more attention and compact enough to squeeze in with them.
"-I have plans." Ruby said tersely.
Weiss sighed. "Let me guess." She said. "You're going to spend the whole day playing video games with Tall, Blond and Scatterbrained."
"And watch monster movies!" Ruby shot back.
"...Whatever."
The look of concern didn't vanish.
"You're going to be awfully exposed to a lot of seedy guys…" Jaune muttered, knowing full well that he was one of them.
The girl's expressions shifted.
"Aw, are you worried about us?" Yang cooed, hiding the butterflies in her stomach.
"That's sweet." Pyrrha said, grabbing his hand reassuringly. "But we'll be fine. It's a nice part of town, and we'll be together the entire time. We'll be gone before dark. Besides, Weiss's family is the wealthiest in the world, Blake's family represents a major nation, Yang's uncle was in VSS and my father runs a private security company. Any would be pervert would have to be suicidal to try anything."
Ah, that was right. These four beauties weren't just some of the best looking broodmares in the world, they were some of the best protected. Every single of them had terrifying connections that might flay him alive if he took advantage of their precious little girls.
' Like that's gonna fucking stop me. '
"But suppose someone did try something..." Jaune said.
"We can handle it." Pyrrha insisted.
"Yang has a hell of a right hook." Blake said.
"Hell, yeah I do." Yang said, flexing her bicep as the Faunus girl walked back into the room.
Blake looked immaculate, not a hair out of place, no signs of her little mishap. She still wouldn't look Jaune in the eye though, not that anyone but Jaune and Summer noticed.
Weiss rose to attention. "Alright, everyone's ready, let's go."
Pyrrha turned to leave when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her in place.
She let out a faint gasp and looked up to see Jaune behind her.
"One more thing." He said.
Pyrrha squirmed as his corded muscles brushed against her bare skin. His big, strong hand rested low on her waist, just above her ass, and his fingers drifted over her bikini string, itching to snap it off. Her eyes darkened as she met his intense gaze.
" What? " Weiss asked irritably, very annoyed at being delayed again.
"You're the one who told Yang about Cinder, yeah?" He asked, breath tickling her neck.
Pyrrha shuddered in delight as her shoulder pressed into his firm torso.
"Y-yes." she breathed.
"Who else knows?" His voice boomed with a calm authority, soothing her and driving her wild all at once. His fingers idly drew circles over her bare skin - the movement was as seductive as it was unconscious.
"Oh, uhm… Blake, Weiss… I guess you told Ruby…" Pyrrha said, heart racing a mile a minute.
"No one else?" He asked.
Pyrrha nodded, core burning, not trusting herself to speak.
Summer watched, mesmerized, as Jaune turned Pyrrha into putty without even trying.
"Okay," Jaune breathed. "Can you promise not to tell anyone else? All of you?"
Pyrrha nodded quickly, in unthinking obedience, too distracted by the way the Arc's bicep was brushing up against her lower breast.
"Why?" Weiss asked sharply.
Jaune turned to her, taking some of his attention off Pyrrha.
"Oh, she's a college student, and I'm still in high school, so it could be a little embarrassing for her if word got out."
Pyrrha's eyes widened indignantly as she processed what he was saying.
"Jaune," she said firmly. "You deserve… so much better than tha-"
Yang pinched her temples. "He's totally cool with it, they're just fucking. We've already had this conversation."
Pyrrha looked at her annoyed friends, even more flustered as it hit her that one of the most erotic moments of her life had an audience .
"Oh… well…"
"I'm not mad." He said, giving her hip a reassuring squeeze. "I just wanted you to know."
Weiss glared at both of them. "Okay, now we know. And we all promise not to tell the world about your little college floozie. Now, can we please just go?"
Time seemed to slow to a standstill. Jaune's arm was locked around Pyrrha, his nose filled with the floral scent of her shampoo, his skin warm against her own. He hadn't pushed his luck too far: the contact had been strictly platonic, but reckless, a dominant move to take something he wanted from her and not release her until she gave in. The feel of her body against his was intoxicating. Now that he secured her silence, it would be all too easy to make her scream.
He didn't want to let her go.
She didn't want to leave.
The moment passed, and with a monstrous effort of will, he pried his arm off her, hand ghosting over her shapely rear as it returned to his side, innocently or not.
Pyrrha felt the phantom touch and bit back a wanton moan, more jealous of Cinder than she ever thought possible.
"Thank you," Weiss said, turning around and leading her posse out of the house. Slowly.
Even with no time to spare, Weiss couldn't help herself – she had felt the air shift, felt the Arc's aura flare, even if she didn't know what that meant. Even if she was impatient, and worried, and terrified of what Pyrrha would do behind the wheel to make up time, she couldn't override the seductive sway that had overtaken her hips, shaking her firm, round ass with every step. Her mind was in a million places, but her body was determined to give the Alpha a show.
Blake, Pyrrha and Yang were worse. They were further gone, and, whether they'd admit it or not, they knew what they were doing.
Pyrrha muttered a quick goodbye, before sashaying down the hall, in a daze, taking her place by her friends, but never taking her eyes off Jaune. They each took their time, flaunting their figures and instinctively daring the Arc to follow.
"Come to think of it, Jaune's girl looks a lot like you." Yang chirped in a mock whisper. "Think he has a type?"
"Yang," Blake said tightly. "Shut. Up."
The door slammed behind them, and Jaune held his breath. He didn't relax until their car gunned it down the street, going double the speed limit backwards until Pyrrha pulled a perfect J-turn and shot down to the nearest on-ramp like a bullet.
"...That can't be safe." Summer murmured, shaking her head.
Jaune turned to Ruby, trying to break through the tension that permeated the air.
"...Call of Heroes?"
"Call of Heroes."