Watching Jaune manhandle Blake as if she weighed no more than a doll set her belly ablaze, a fire that required tending to.

"That looks fun," Weiss quipped, eyes watching her teammates expression as Jaune loomed over her. Blake had a good poker face most of the time, but she was weak to being startled or when she thought no one could see. That was when her true feelings played out on her face and this time was no exception. There was surprise at having been caught in such a compromising position, fear and dread – but there was more there, mixed in.

Blake was very much enjoying the position she found herself in.

Jaune straightened up and Blake hastily wiggled out from between his legs, almost stumbling as she tried to stand. Being the type of person he was, Jaune reached out to steady her, a hand on her hip and Blake nearly leapt out of her skin at the unexpected contact, flinching away.

Weiss smirked.

"That was a good use of your semblance, Jaune," she complimented. "It must be nice to have such thick aura."

Blake shot her a cross look, not amused at all and it caused Weiss to titter, a hand covering her mouth in a mockery of politeness. It only made the cat faunus scowl harder.

"She can be pretty tricky," Jaune admitted, standing up. His chest glistened with a light sweat, bronzed from the constant exposure to the sun. Weiss felt her mouth go dry as she let her eyes drink their fill, that fire only roaring higher, greedy for more fuel.

Things between them were going nicely.

Very nicely indeed.

Weiss had never felt so free in her life. She had thought being at Beacon had been the ultimate expression of freedom, away from her father, away from most of her responsibilities but so long as she was living within society, there would always be the pressure of her name. It was a pressure that she embraced for the most part. She would not shy away from her grandfather's legacy, and she would not back down from the work that needed to be done – but...

...being away from everything, alone on this island with just two of her friends...

...opening herself up to the man she desired, taking that plunge...

...rutting her needy pussy against his rigid body...

Weiss sighed softly, her nipples crinkling delightfully. It felt like she had unlocked something. Something that had been held back, hidden away from even herself. Even just a week ago, she couldn't imagine herself doing what she did. Now? It wasn't enough.

This was true freedom. No eyes, no pressure but what she placed on herself, the ability to do what she wanted, when she wanted with no one else to dissuade her...

This was bliss.

Their relationship held no name. They hadn't spoken much on what they were to each other but Weiss knew that she was his, and he was hers. Her greatest desire come true, expressed through action instead of word. Whenever the fancy struck her, all she had to do was touch his arm, stroke his shoulder, meet his eyes – and he would come.

Kissing the man you loved felt so good.

They hadn't gone further than that and some light touching, but Weiss was more than pleased with that. Feeling his hot lips on her own, on her skin, his tongue licking her, teeth lightly biting down... feeling his hands on her hips, strong and firm, cupping her thighs, her ass, squeezing with just the right amount of force... just thinking about it caused her arousal to skyrocket, something slick and silky pooling low in her tummy. When he touched her breasts, she didn't feel self conscious about their size. They fit his palms perfectly, perhaps a little small but she knew he liked them, had told her, voice dark and full of passion.

Why hadn't she done this sooner?

She had been so scared, their heavy past hanging between them – but ultimately, it had been nothing more than an excuse. Perhaps she had been too comfortable being his friend, and the thought of risking that had paralyzed her.

That didn't matter any longer.

She had taken that first step – and it was only one of many. She was content with kissing and touching for the time being, but soon... that wouldn't be enough. Eventually, there was only one place that was leading and the thought made her insides coil and pulse tenderly.

But...

She had eyes.

She didn't care what Blake said.

Jaune might not see it. He was observant, and thoughtful – but when it came to these matters, he could be quite dense. His confidence had grown since those early days at Beacon. He was his own man, and believed in his own skill, but there was still that part of him that struggled to accept his own self-worth. Weiss was not so blind.

Blake desired him.

She wanted him.

It should bother her.

But it didn't.

No, if anything... it was quite the opposite. Weiss understood the appeal.

"Not tricky enough," Weiss needled.

Blake rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I bet he could beat you as well."

"Maybe," Weiss said haughtily. "Without Myrtenaster, I must admit I am at a bit of a disadvantage."

"Excuses," Blake muttered.

"Hmm? What was that? You're quite mouthy for the girl who got swung around and slammed into the ground like an unruly child."

Jaune chuckled.

"It was a good bout. We should do it again sometime."

Weiss nodded. "Yes. I would very much like to see that happen again."

Blake scoffed. "Whatever."

Weiss saw the way those amber eyes burned whenever they watched Jaune. The way they melted, soft, gentle – but filled with heat, wanting to consume. Blake wanted to touch him, taste him the way Weiss now could...

The thought should fill her with jealousy. It should make her angry, and defensive, and worried – but it didn't. Maybe if they'd been back at Beacon, back in the real world where society's rules matter, where saving face ruled, Weiss would have cared. But here?

She was discovering more about herself than she ever thought possible.

Ice blue eyes traced the graceful curve of Blake's high cheeks, her pink lips, her disheveled hair. Just like Jaune, she was covered in a light sweat, her creamy skin alluring. While Blake tanned better than she did, it wasn't quite so dramatic as Jaune. It was very light, a subtle browning that was very attractive. Sand clung to her toned back and without thinking, Weiss approached and began wiping her down.

Blake jumped, startled.

"What are you...?"

"You've got sand all over you," Weiss chided gently, enjoying the feel of her lithe muscles, tense beneath her brushing fingers. "You'll need to bathe again."

Blake relaxed, sagging as Weiss continued to clean her off. Meeting Jaune's eyes, she smiled – one he returned, those magnificent eyes warm.

What if...

"Urgh, you're right," Blake began squirming. "I can feel it down my pants."

...she wasn't the only one that got what she wanted?

Her cheeks flushed hotly.

"You should wash up," Jaune said, grabbing his sword. "I'm going to train a little more."

"Right," Blake began walking back to their hut, turning when Weiss didn't follow. "Coming?"

"I'll meet you there," Weiss waved her off and with a shrug, Blake continued on. Weiss waited until she saw the cat faunus vanish into the treeline, carrying a towel before approaching Jaune. He was practicing a few simple sword forms, arms steady as moved through the well memorized motions.

"Hey," she said, voice dipping, slightly husky.

Jaune noticed the change immediately and paused mid-swing.

"Hey," he returned, and shifted his sword out of the way as she slipped between his arms. Greedy hands curled around and gripped his muscular back, pulling her body flush against him. He was so big and strong, his chest firm. Nuzzling him with her cheek, she inhaled that musky scent he gave off, that of a man well at work.

"I need you," she pressed her lips against his skin, kissing him softly. "I've got a little bit of an itch."

Crocea Mors dropped, the point sliding effortlessly into the sand. Those wide, strong, dependable hands gripped her slender waist and she shivered, looking up into his eyes. Their lips met, Weiss sighing into his mouth as she opened up to him. His tongue was big, overpowering, sliding into her mouth and tasting her with sweeping laps. Mewling, her tongue glided together with his, their kiss quickly becoming heated, full of passion. Wet smacks filled the air as she wiggled, rubbing her body against him. Something hard grew against her flat belly and Weiss felt her insides tremble.

She did that to him. All she had to do was kiss him and his member grew, hard and wanting. For her.

Once upon a time, feeling desired felt like a curse. It was always for things beyond her; her name, her money, perhaps even just her looks. It was never for her. She had thought he was more of the same for so long but now she knew.

He saw those things – but he also saw more. He saw the real Weiss Schnee. He saw her goofy side, he saw her loneliness and anger, he saw her warmth. Things that she had hidden most of her life until Beacon had shown her that she could be herself.

And she saw the real him.

He was a good man. Courageous, a hard worker, a loving friend. Silly, caring, warm. Passionate. Willing to risk it all for a dream. Willing to put aside his own pride and allow others to help him fulfill his true potential.

She knew him, and he knew her, but there was still so much more to discover. Weiss had barely scratched the surface of what made Jaune who he was and even then, she was absolutely smitten.

"Mmmng~!" she moaned when he sucked on her tongue, mouth tingling from his vigorous assault. When his teeth lightly bit her lip, she groaned. "Mwwah~! Fllrrp~! Mm – Jaune~!"

She'd been so embarrassed after her first kiss, her desire getting the better of her but Weiss was a fast learner. Now it was like they'd been doing it for years, their mouths moving together effortlessly, give and take, give and take.

Releasing her mouth, his lips ghosted across her chin, around to the curve of her neck, licking and biting, sucking. One of her hands slid up his back, up his neck to tangle in his short blond hair. The other moved lower, nails raking down until her palm settled on that cute butt he boasted, squeezing it roughly. His hips jumped against her, grinding his growing erection on her belly and she whimpered, feeling his heat even though he was covered.

Her collarbone was especially sensitive and she squirmed, her sighs turning into soft cries as he kissed her there, his breath scorching. Jaune burned a trail of wonderful sensation across the front of her chest, testing the collar of her combat dress, right above the gentle swells of her small breasts.

Her heart thundered in her ears.

She wanted him to kiss her there.

Jaune made a sound of surprise as she pulled away, squirming out of his hold. Hazy blue eyes stared at her in confusion and she giggled, breathless. Grabbing one of his hands, she pulled him along towards the forest, away from where Blake had entered on her way to the freshwater ponds.

"This way," she said, and he followed obediently. It was cooler out of the sun, though still warm. Pressing her back against the bulging trunk of a tall coconut palm, without hesitation, she pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her perky chest. She wasn't wearing her bra. Weiss saw his pupils dilate, drinking in her pale flesh capped with fleshy, salmon pink nipples, hard and pointed.

And to think that not so long ago, she'd been worried about him seeing her in her underwear.

He had touched her breasts before, squeezing and massaging them delightfully but he hadn't seen them free as nature intended. Weiss arched her back as he cupped her left tit, his palm warm and strong, squeezing her gently. When his thumb swiped across and brushed her areola, the sensation pooled messily in her crotch, a deep throb that made it difficult to think.

"So beautiful," he murmured softly, completely taken with her. "God, Weiss – you're so beautiful."

Grabbing both breasts, he began massaging them, starting from the bottom and rubbing in, up and out in a very pleasing circular motion. Whenever his thumbs would slide over her nipples, they flared with pleasure, hardening even further. It felt like they were going to crack, so hard they stung, only adding to the heady bliss that coiled in her stomach. The heat of his palms seeped into her soft, supple flesh, heightening every sensation.

Her cry of rapture sent birds scattering as his hot mouth enveloped one of them, his lips sucking firmly. Weiss grabbed his head, nails digging into his scalp as he tended to her tender chest, drawing more cries from her numb mouth. The suction was exquisite and she felt it everywhere, not just in her chest. She felt it in her needy quim, in her womb, pulsing in time to each powerful suck. Mashing her breast into his face, she sobbed as his tongue flicked the pointed end.

"Ouh~!" she panted deliriously, thighs rubbing together in a futile attempt at creating friction. It was then that she realized that her thighs were slick with her arousal, her panties useless at keeping it contained. "Ahhn~! Mm, Jaune – yes~! That feels so good. Ah~!" she jolted when his teeth lightly closed around her peak, not quite biting but firm enough to tug on her crinkled nub. The pleasure was sharp, rocketing through her small body, leaving her boneless. "Hnng~! Mmnngg~! Ooh, do the other one~! Mm, please."

He slurped off her tit with a final suck, the pressure making her vagina clench. Looking down, she saw her reddened tip, slick with Jaune's saliva and throbbing in the warm air. Placing sloppy kisses across her diminutive cleavage, she moaned as he captured her neglected nipple with pursed lips. The first suck was sharp, strong, and Weiss trembled all over, swooning as his tongue then swirled around it, driving her mad with lust.

God, why hadn't they done this sooner? Why had she been so stupid and so damn stubborn, unable to see beyond her own prejudice?

She was thinking that a lot these days.

They could have been doing things like this last year. A brief fantasy appeared to her, Jaune's face buried in her chest, sucking and tugging on her nipples while the Beacon dance happened just behind them, through the glass doors that led out onto the balcony they were perched upon. He would move lower, careful with her beautiful dress, stroking her body in all the right places until he was kneeling in front of her, and then he would pull one of her legs up over his shoulder, grabbing her hips firmly as...

"Ooouh~!" Weiss smothered her mouth as her vaginal muscles spasmed due to his touch and her runaway imagination. "Oh~!"

...his tongue unfurled along her tight slit, lapping at her enthusiastically, drinking her arousal. She could hear all of her friends enjoying themselves in the ballroom, dancing and having a great time socializing. The music would slow and so would Jaune's mouth, matching the beat and rhythm perfectly. Neptune's voice would then filter out but it was drowned out by the thumping of her heart, and the wave of pleasure as his lips sealed around her clitoris...

Weiss could feel that familiar tightening ball manifesting in her tummy, right below her belly button. He'd only tended to her chest and yet the building embers of orgasm flared, the edge approaching swiftly. He'd only played with her tits and yet she was going to cum.

He was going to make her cum~!

"Keep going~!" she begged, clawing at his hair. Flicking her nipple wildly, unpredictable, she shuddered, her insides coiled and tight, so close. "Haah~! Mmmn~! Haaaah~! Ooh, Jaune – mm, you're gonna make me finish, Jaune~! Ooh, yeeaah~! Make me finish. Make me – oh, make me cum, Jaune~!"

When his hand began plucking at her other breast, pinching her saliva slick nipple and rolling it, her belly quaked. A small pulse rolled through her, almost like a tease of what was to come, a brief foray into orgasm before pulling back. Mewling, she panted harshly, thighs clamped tight.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes~!" she seethed. "More~! Ah~! Mm, more~!"

Opening his mouth wide, he took a good portion of her tit into his mouth, her flesh molding perfectly to the cradle of his mouth. Lips sealed tight, he sucked and pulled his head back, tugging her breast with his movement. Weiss opened her mouth but no sound escaped, her eyes rolling as that tight knot quivered before snapping entirely.

"Hnnnn—cumming~!" she managed to force out through her collapsing throat, body growing taut. "Hnnnnnngggg~!"

Weiss felt her body jerk, her belly exploding with heat. Pleasure surged, thick and fast, rushing through her pelvis, up her spine, slamming into her brain like a runaway freight train. Her fingers spasmed, almost pulling out Jaune's hair as she screamed with ecstasy, her pussy convulsing, pulsing, contracting wildly as her climax blew through her. Again, and again, and again, it throbbed and squeezed, attempting to milk something that wasn't there. If not for the tree and Jaune's firm body, she would have fallen, her legs turned to jelly as her body thrummed with the most primal, wonderful feeling a woman could feel.

And she knew that as good as this felt, as mind-blowingly good, it could feel even better. This was only a taste of what sex could be.

Of what sex with Jaune could be.

Over and over and over again, her body twitched and rolled as her orgasm continued. Jaune was still sucking and licking at her tits, biting them and manipulating her pleasure points, slurping her nipples into his mouth to feast. It kept the feeling going, on and on, and Weiss rode it all the way to the end, her thighs thoroughly drenched with her essence, sticky and slick. Her pussy felt tender, her insides roiling as her orgasm slowly tapered off.

Only then did Jaune lean back, his lips wet, his blue eyes bright with a pleasure of a different kind.

Weiss surged forward and kissed him hungrily, her tongue and mouth clumsy. Jaune met her enthusiastically, kissing her until they were both breathless, her lungs burning from the effort. She gasped as she pulled back.

"That was so hot," he told her, pecking her on the nose. "I didn't think... I didn't know a girl could finish from just her chest."

Weiss stroked his hair, gently massaging his scalp where she had threatened to tear out his hair by the roots.

"My breasts are really sensitive," she said shyly, biting her lip. "They might be small but they feel a lot."

Here she was, only having recently had her very first kiss and now she had quickly graduated to cumming her brains out from having her tits played with. Even though they had slipped away often, they hadn't pushed further. This was only her second orgasm, the first having been when she rutted against his covered cock like a beast.

"They're the best," he told her, leaning down to give one of them a chaste kiss. Weiss shivered. "I love them. I love you."

Weiss felt her heart jolt, and suddenly she was blinking away tears.

They hadn't really spoken about what this was, so that was the first time she'd heard him say that. She shouldn't have been surprised at the ease in which he said it but she was.

"I love you," she returned and when their eyes met, she refused to look away first. "Jaune, I love you so much."

They kissed again, this time somehow even more heated.

One of her hands slipped between their bodies and cupped his bulge, giving it a tender squeeze. Jaune groaned into her mouth and Weiss felt it pulse.

"This needs taking care of, I think," she whispered hotly.

She'd touched it before, grinded against it, but she hadn't seen it, held it without his pants in the way. She hadn't made him cum yet, either – at least, she didn't think she had.

It was time that changed.

Her fingers shook as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and forced them down his hips. His underwear was tented, pointing straight at her and even though she couldn't see it yet, knew that it was pretty big. Touching it through his pants, rubbing her pussy on it, had told her enough.

Even so, she still wasn't quite prepared for what came next.

Slipping her fingers inside the waistband of his boxer-briefs, she pulled them down and watched at the material caught on his erection. Ice blue eyes drank in the trail of fine blonde hair leading from just under his belly button to the base of his shaft. Weiss swallowed thickly, and pulled harder.

His cock sprung free with a powerful bounce, flexing up at her, and Weiss felt her heart stop.

She'd seen a penis before. In books, in videos – sexual education was covered on the Atlesian curriculum and even someone of her high station attended those classes. Weiss knew they came in all shapes and sizes, but from what she recalled, the average length of a fully erect man was between five and five and a half inches.

This wasn't that.

This was much bigger.

Maybe even double.

His shaft was long and thick, the skin lighter on account of not seeing the sun. In fact, he had a serious case of tanlines and much to her surprise, she felt her insides throb at the thought. Apparently she liked that.

She liked it very much.

Thick, pulsing veins knotted on the shaft, leading up to a wide, flaring crown that was flushed red in arousal. His cock was curved up and something about the shape made her belly tremble, intimidated. The things it would touch... the places it could reach...

"It's so big," she whispered in awe.

Were they meant to come in this size? Weiss had trouble imagining this thing going inside any girl, not just her. She was so small and slender, would her body be able to take it when she finally took that final step? And yet even with that thought, it pleased her. She had heard other girls talk about these things before and they often said bigger was better, that it was a sign of a healthy, virile man. True or not, it didn't matter. The way her body reacted to seeing his burly, manly cock told her that maybe those girls were onto something. Of course Jaune had a big cock. He was the man she loved and she only loved the best.

Jaune chuckled awkwardly. "Um – thanks?"

"No," she said, voice dark and full of promise. "Thank you."

It's hot, she noted as her fingers slipped around it, encircling the base. He was so girthy that her fingers couldn't quite reach around and touch, looking monstrous in her hand. Lightly stroking it, Jaune sighed in bliss. A thick droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip and Weiss smeared it around with her other hand, tickling his urethra with a single finger.

She felt his cock tremble.

"Does that feel good?" she asked excitedly.

Jaune nodded quickly. "It feels good. You feel so good, Weiss."

A happy little tingle settled in her breast, her heart swelling with affection. Another thing she noticed was how heavy it felt. It had some serious weight to it, and while it was extraordinarily hard, it was also soft. The skin was velvety smooth, and when she squeezed her hand, there was a small amount of give. On the underside, there was a thick ridge that ran from the base of his member to just beneath his glans, like a fat root, one she stroked with eager fingers, mapping out all the dips and contours of this thing meant to impregnate women.

Hanging beneath his shaft were a pair of large balls, the skin crinkled and covered with a thin dusting of blond hair. Reaching down, she cupped them in her hand, giggling at the strange feeling. They felt like a pair of eggs inside some sort of fleshy sack, rolling around on her palm as she gently played with them.

"Mm, these are big," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "This is where you keep your semen, right? I bet you have a lot of it."

She watched his face as she jostled them, her hand tightening around them just enough. Jaune made a sound deep in his throat, a stifled groan that let her know she was doing the right thing. Teasing them for a little longer, she slowly made her way back up his thick cock, stroking it all the way up to his flushed head. When she touched him here with her whole hand, fingers rubbing the underside of the thick ridge of his glans, his entire cock flexed.

Weiss blinked, startled. She'd felt it pulse before but this time, it had almost jerked out of her hand.

"It moved," she felt her belly squirm, her still tender insides writhing in delight. "Does it feel good here?"

"Yeah," he said through a clenched jaw, body growing taut as she continued to attack that area. "Just – it's a little sensitive. If you wet your hand a little, it'll be better."

Weiss collected his pre-cum but then had a better idea. Releasing his cock so it bobbed in between them, she moaned when it fell and rested against her belly, tapping her right where her womb was. Reaching down, she rubbed her inner thighs that were soaked with her juices, wetting both of her hands until they were slick and drenched.

"Fuck, that's it," he lightly thrust his hips when she grabbed hold of his cock again, one hand curled around the head while the other wrapped around his shaft. Even with both hands on him, she barely covered any of it. "You can do it harder, if you want. It won't break."

She did as she was told, tightening her hold and beginning to pump his cock firmly, her now slick palm gliding effortlessly.

"Yeah, like that – and now use your other hand to – uh, fuck, yeah. Shit, Weiss," Jaune groaned loudly this time as her other hand began circling his crown, moving in opposite to her other hand. When her left stroked down, her right stroked up, almost like she was attempting to stretch his cock out. Then they would move towards each other, coming together on his shaft before repeating the process, over and over and over again.

"Like this?" she panted excitedly, her movements becoming more sure.

"Yeah, just like that, Weiss. You're so good at this," he praised her, one of his hands settling on her neck and stroking her exposed shoulders and collar. Weiss shivered. "If you keep going, you're going to make me cum."

That only egged her on, her hands moving faster. She made sure to pay special attention to his glans, her palm twisting and patting the very tip. His cock was now slick with a mixture of her essence and his pre-ejaculate, slick little squelches sounding as she tried to get him to shoot. He'd been so good to her, making her cum with just her breasts, letting her rub her needy, haughty pussy on him to reach her peak, this was the least she could do to repay the favor.

Soon she was panting, her little tits jiggling as her hands furiously pumped up and down, desperate to wring out his cum. Jaune groaned as his shaft tensed, hardening even further, his glans swelling. His balls tightened against the base of his cock, rising up and Weiss noticed these changes immediately.

"Are you close?" she devoured his weeping cock with her eyes, unable to look away. "Are you going to shoot?"

"Yeah, I'm close. Keep going, don't stop."

She wouldn't dream of it.

A minute more of her double-fisting his cock and he reached his end. Weiss saw his abs contract, tight and hard, and his cock swelled even further. A thick stream of pre-cum poured from the tip, a sign of what was to come.

"Ah, yeah – that's it, Weiss, I'm cumming," he announced, the hand on her shoulder tightening. "Ah, fuck yeah – mm, shit, take it all."

His cock flexed powerfully, spasming as his orgasm rolled into being. Weiss yelped as his staff contracted and a thick, heaving gush shot from the end, thudding against her belly in a long, sticky stream. The palm cupping the underside of his glans paused while the other one continued to pump up and down, stroking him through his climax as a second fat stream gushed against her stomach, staining her dress. Even through the material, she could feel the heat of his seed, attempting to burn its way into her body.

"It's so hot" she moaned, body flushing as she siphoned shot after shot of heavy, thick cum from his balls, each volley striking her stomach with force. She imagined what it would feel like to take such a heavy shot into her womb, her vaginal canal clenching in want of that fantasy.

One day... soon... she would feel it soon...

Weiss continued to jerk him off until he was done, cock weakly pulsing thick streams across her hand. When only dribbles remained, she pulled away and held up her hand, inspecting her knuckles and wrist that were glazed with his seed.

It felt even hotter against her bare skin.

Jaune's eyes were bright as he stared at her, watching her. Bringing her hand up to her face, she tentatively licked it. The scent was strong, filled with musk, the taste slightly bitter but strangely alluring. She licked again, taking more of his cum into her mouth and she moaned, feeling how thick it was on her tongue.

"Fuck, Weiss," Jaune groaned. "What are you doing?"

She suddenly felt self conscious. "Oh – um, I just... shouldn't I?"

He shook his head. "No, you can if you want... I'm just surprised, that's all."

"It's really strong," she told him. Then she proceeded to clean off her hand, sucking at her fingers, lapping up his discharge until her hand was wet only with her saliva. His semen burned as she swallowed it, thick and heavy, getting caught in her throat. Weiss coughed, eyes watering. "It's so thick. It's hard to swallow."

The look on Jaune's face sent a bolt of lightning straight to her cunt.

"Wow," he said, shaking his head. "You're something else."

"Did it feel good?"

It was her first time jerking off a dick. She wanted to know how she did.

"It felt amazing," he promised her. "You're amazing. I can't believe..."

What he couldn't believe, she would never know. Something shifted in the underbrush, startling the pair of them. Jaune turned towards the noise, stepping in front of her as Weiss instinctively covered her bare breasts.

A few tense moments passed but when no animal or Grimm appeared, they relaxed.

"We better get back," Jaune said.

Weiss looked down.

"I need to clean up," she said. "And you completely ruined my dress. I'll need to wash it."

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