Her dreams had been relentless. Every moment she closed her eyes, her mind was assailed by memories of Jaune in that school uniform, dressed wearing nothing but what she'd selected for him. The hint of the vermillion underwear peeking out from under his uniform made her mouth water. The way he'd moaned and whimpered under her touch, the way he'd come undone with just a few minutes of stroking. How on earth was she supposed to think of anything else? She had to do it again. She had to take it further, to see just how beautiful Jaune Arc could really be.

"Ren… would you happen to have any plans with Nora this weekend," she'd asked while brushing her hair. It'd been an innocent enough question, but Lie Ren was an incredibly perceptive individual.

"I hadn't planned anything, no," Ren responded while brushing his own hair, not looking away from the mirror for even a moment.

"Oh… well… I'd imagine Nora's been enjoying the time away from the dorms. She's been talking about it a lot. I hope she won't be too put out this weekend." Pyrrha offered, hoping that Ren would come to the conclusion to take Nora out on his own.

"What a coincidence. On the subject of new interests, Jaune's been particularly meticulous about shaving recently." That was all he'd said, but the sentence had been so loaded. Not even a question, just an observation, but Pyrrha's face flushed all the same. She'd been found out! Had she even been hiding it to begin with?

"W-Well, I'm sure he's just learning new ways to-"

"I'd like pictures. Whichever you're comfortable with sharing with myself and Nora. And you can have the dorm all weekend, every weekend." Ren finally turned his fuschia eyes to Pyrrha's emerald, pausing with his hair for just a moment. Pyrrha's heart stopped in her chest. Ren was offering her a compromise? All for the cost of any pictures she was comfortable with sharing?! But Jaune was hers! But… Ren was such a good friend. Did she mind letting him see glimpses if it meant she could have Jaune all to herself every single weekend?

"You drive a hard bargain," Pyrrha sighed, reaching a hand out to her teammate. It was too good an offer to refuse.

"You're not the only one good at getting what you want," Ren said with a sly smirk, taking her hand and shaking it in agreement. "Be careful with him. He's still our leader," Ren warned.

"You've no idea how aware of that I really am," Pyrrha sighed, returning to brushing her hair. She wanted to be slightly exasperated that she'd been outplayed so masterfully by her teammate, but honestly, all she could think of was what she could get for her next session with Jaune before the weekend.

"I think those multivitamins were a good idea, Pyrrha! I'm not feeling as sore in the mornings anymore." Jaune was always happy to report some new discovery he'd made about their training. A few weeks ago, he'd mentioned waking up sore after more intense training nights. Pyrrha knew just the trick. A multivitamin that was one of the few supplements she took herself. The extra boost of protein and vitamins soothed the warm ache of healing and overused muscles. However… she might've also used the opportunity to put Jaune on a second vitamin. Psyllium husk powder- two pills after meals. In most cases, it was nothing more than a dietary supplement, however… it had its advantages in other areas.

"I'm glad your training is coming along so well, Jaune. You were amazing today," Pyrrha said happily, a smile on her lips as she watched Jaune towel off after his shower. The blush that colored his cheeks at the compliment made her giggle a little. It was so charming how Jaune seemed to melt for her. She beckoned him over to the couch, patting the cushion beside herself. She kept her other hand on the small bag on the arm of the couch, her heart racing as she worked up her nerve.

"I wouldn't have been able to get this good without you Pyrrha. Honestly… When I first got to Beacon I thought I… you know," he sighed. He sat down next to her, a small frown on his face as he remembered their conversation weeks ago.

"You're studying and training hard, Jaune. Remember, not every student here has attended a primary academy. Ren and Nora, Weiss… You're earning your place here at Beacon," she said confidently, resting a hand on his thigh as she spoke. Jaune's breath hitched in his chest- her hand was so close.

"Th- thanks…" Jaune was doing his best to keep his breathing slow and even. As long as he didn't focus Pyrrha's soft, warm hand on his thigh, then he wouldn't-

"You don't need to thank me, Jaune. I like doing this with and for you," she admitted, leaning in close as she spoke. Pyrrha was so close, Jaune could smell the sweet scent of her toothpaste on her breath. It felt… invigorating being so close to her. "However, if you'd like to thank me… would you mind changing, Jaune? I'd like to admire my work properly," Pyrrha said with a warm smile, taking the bag she'd been resting her hand on and handing it to him.

"I… Pyrrha-"

"It's okay if you'd rather not, Jaune. I understand. I just… like seeing you dolled up. I'd loathe to lose our little sessions together," she said with a soft sigh. Maybe she was taking just a little advantage of their situation? Maybe she was using the fact that he relied on her so much? Maybe she knew full well how eager Jaune was to please her, and how much he enjoyed seeing her smile? Was it really so unjust of her to indulge? Just a little?

"A- alright. Yeah, sure." Jaune took the bag in hand and made to move towards his room but stopped as he felt her hand still on his thigh. Pyrrha's heart caught in her throat as he did. She'd allow him that tiny privacy… For now. She gently lifted her hand, letting her fingertips tease over his thigh before resting in her own lap.

"Be careful with this set of clothes, Jaune. There're a few accessories that are very important for the outfit. Make sure to ask if you need any help!" Her smile was wide and genuine. Jaune had no reason to suspect any foul play. Pyrrha would never do anything to hurt him- even when they trained and she pushed him as hard as he could take, she never pushed him an inch further. He trusted her.

"No problem. It's… just clothes, right? I don't mind." Jaune took the bag and walked into the boys' bedroom.

The waiting was always the worst part.

Pyrrha couldn't find a way to distract herself. Not when Jaune was so close! Not when she'd picked out such a beautiful outfit for him. The minutes ticked by, and all she could do was imagine him slipping into each article of clothing she'd selected- but that only made her hungrier!

"P-Pyrrha?"

Pyrrha snapped out of her imagination, eyes locked on the door.

"Yes, Jaune? Is everything alright?"

"I… I can't walk in these." Jaune slowly opened the door. The experience was like unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. Ever so slowly, more and more of him was exposed. She'd chosen out a blue, denim overall style dress for him- something that would perfectly capture his rural charm and would feel exceptionally Jaune. The dress was fastened with buttons right at his hipline, before flaring out a bit, giving a more A-line silhouette and the illusion of wider hips. However, Pyrrha was far more invested in the window it provided to what he was wearing underneath. She'd chosen a low cut cream white crop top that cut off just below his chest, giving just a tiny peek at the pale yellow cage bra she'd agonized for hours over at the lingerie store. The bra was part of a matching set and the waistband of the cheek hugging bikini-cut panties was also barely visible through the open window of the overall dress. The dress was playfully short- just barely reaching past his wrists in length. The salaciousness of the dress was undercut with a pair of yellow thigh-high socks the same color of Jaune's hair, leaving only a few inches of creamy white skin exposed between the bottom hem of the dress and the elastic of the socks. The perfect outfit was only undone by Jaune's lack of shoes- a pair of cobalt wedges with only three inches of heel were hanging in his hands.

"Of course you can, Jaune. Think of it as balance and endurance training. Hell to toe," Pyrrha said encouragingly, a wide smile on her lips as she eyed her partner up from head to toe. He looked beautiful. Well… almost.

"Don't forget your accessories! They're really important to the outfit." Pyrrha waved him back inside, more than ecstatic to see what he'd look like once the outfit was complete. Jaune nodded and closed the door behind himself again. And Pyrrha was yet again forced to wait. The tiny taste of what she'd seen was enough for her body to warm up to. Enough to already be turned on for what was to come. But Pyrrha knew that the accessories for the outfit might be a little more objectionable than the outfit itself had been.

She took a deep breath and settled herself. Just a little while longer.

Seconds felt like hours. Minutes were days. But Pyrrha forced herself to be patient for as long as she could hold out. Another half hour passed before she finally broke. She was only human.

"Jaune? Is everything alright," she asked, her voice laden with worry as she pressed an ear against the door. Had she frightened him? Had the accessories been too much?

"I… Pyrrha I don't think I can figure this out."

Pyrrha opened the door, peeking inside as she did so. Jaune was fully dressed- almost. He'd adorned the matching cobalt headband that went with the shoes. He'd even put on the precious earrings she'd picked out for him. But Pyrrha had to try not to smile as she realized what he'd been struggling with. A small, metal rounded spade shaped piece, about four inches long and two inches in diameter. It was the same cobalt blue as the shoes and headband, but finished with a red Dust gem at the base that caught the light in the room and appeared to be on fire. She couldn't exactly blame him for not knowing about it.

"I've got seven sisters but I've never seen this before. I couldn't figure it out," he sighed in defeat, holding it up for her to see.

"Oh? Well, I can understand your sisters not showing you how to wear these. Would you like me to show you," she asked hopefully. She walked towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"It's really pretty… It looks expensive Pyrrha. Are you sure I can have this," he asked worriedly, the slightest look of discomfort on his face. Pyrrha felt like she was in a dream. Jaune was only worried about money? What a silly, silly boy.

"Only if you promise to wear it as often as you can. If that's a fair deal," Pyrrha cooed, leaning close enough towards him that Jaune could feel her lips against his ear.

"Y-yeah! I'll wear it all the time," he promised, nodding eagerly as he spoke. It was almost too easy. Almost too cruel. He didn't know what he was signing up for! He didn't understand! Did it really matter? Would he say no if he did?

He owed her.

"How are the heels, Jaune? Not too uncomfortable, are they?"

"Uh, I mean… I'm not used to them. But I guess it makes sense as a balance exercise," he responded, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he adjusted himself.

"Balance and endurance, Jaune. Both are very important," she reminded him, resting a hand on the small of his back and gently leading him towards his bed. His steps were slow and unsteady, but he allowed her to lead him anyway. She'd catch him if he fell- he was sure of that more than anything.

"Right… I guess I just have to wear them a bunch," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That will help. How about we just work on standing? We can try walking at a later time," Pyrrha offered, gently adding a little pressure to the small of Jaune's back until he doubled over, his hands resting on the bed. "This position will really stretch your hamstrings. A few minutes of this and you'll really be feeling it," she explained. His dress rode up, bearing the curve of small, soft cheeks and the tiniest hint of pale yellow to the world. Pyrrha had to do her best not to pass out on the spot. He looked so delicious like this.

"Y-yeah… I think I feel it," he mumbled, resting a little more weight on his palms and sinking a little deeper into the stretch as he did so.

"Spread your legs a little, and arch your back, Jaune. You'll get a bit more extension like that," she explained, pressing down just a little on the small of his back. She gently pushed him into the pose as he settled in, legs spread close to a forty-five degree angle, back arched, butt high in the air. He was presenting himself for him. "There you go. Perfect! Make sure not to drop this position, okay? Remember our planking skills," she reminded him, her hand gently sliding a little further up his back, a little closer towards his butt.

"Y- yup! I can handle that, Pyrrha." He nodded, just barely too focused on his stretch to worry about Pyrrha's hand. He was used to the gentle, guiding touches Pyrrha paid him every once in a while during their training sessions. Sink a little deeper, extend a little further. Stretching was incredibly important… even more so with what Pyrrha had in mind next.

She grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her knees before kneeling behind Jaune. From this angle, she could see everything she'd ever wanted. The gentle swell of his ass, barely covered by the dress- the socks only serving to shape his legs. The pale yellow underwear, the back riding up between his cheeks, while the front was pulled tight with just barely enough to contain his balls. The bulge looked adorable in the thin fabric. She wanted him desperately.

"Hold that stretch," she reminded him, her fingers toying with the metal spade as she spoke. He nodded, but didn't answer, knowing that any change in his breathing wouldn't help. Perfect.

Pyrrha Nikos leaned forward and took the back of Jaune's thong between her teeth, earning a small gasp from him as her lips brushed against his cheek. He flinched away, caught by surprise, but he didn't break the stretch. Good boy.

She leaned even closer now that the fabric was no longer obstructing her prize. The scent of soap clung to him, only recently out of the shower. He was served on a silver platter, for her and only her. She closed the final distance, her tongue swiping against his tight hole.

Jaune Arc whined. "P-Pyrrha-"

"Your stretch, Jaune," she sighed, gently swatting him on the ass to reprimand him for his lapse in concentration. He was brought to yelp at the smack, Pyrrha's firm, warm hand coming down with surprising strength on his ass.

"R- right!" Jaune could already feel his legs tiring. Between the stretch and the heels he was wearing, his muscles were at angles they were incredibly unused to. He just had to concentrate.

Pyrrha's tongue swiped against his hole again, reveling in the slightly musky taste of Jaune Arc. This was perfect. Beautiful. Her tongue came down again and again, tracing against the inner ring of his hole before teasing further up or down between his cheeks at her leisure. It wasn't long before his hole was sloppily wet- just as wet as Pyrrha was herself. She kept her right hand on his ass, gently kneading and massaging his hip, thigh and cheek, while her left hand wandered from its perch on his other hip down her own shorts. She was far too turned on to pretend the heat in her own core didn't need attention. Especially not with Jaune's hushed moans and whines as background music.

Her tongue slowly came down with a bit more pressure, a bit more intent. That beautiful ring she'd been teasing was beginning to give way under her ministrations. Ever so slowly beginning to open up for the tip of her tongue. Still, she had to be slow, careful, and delicate. She didn't want to accidentally hurt him and make those muscles tense up. She needed him nice and loose for what was to come.

Her left hand pushed aside her own underwear, fingers gingerly rubbing at her cunt. Normally she'd be so embarrassed to have Jaune see something like this, but as long as he was concentrating on his stretch, he might not notice.

Her right hand went to the bulge under his panties. She knew eating him out might be an overwhelmingly new sensation for him, so she had to distract him with one he was sure to enjoy. Her fingers teased up and down the length of his shaft, tracing the outline of his dick through the thin yellow fabric. The head of his dick had already left a damp spot against his panties, precum smearing against it and betraying his arousal.

The realization that he was so turned on that he was wet for her made her desperate. Her fingers sped up their work against her own cunt. Her tongue kept circling that twitching ring, kept insisting that it must open up for her. She hardly realized that his legs were trembling by the time it finally yielded.

"P- Pyrrha… my legs," Jaune whimpered, beads of sweat beginning to trickle down his face. Between the arch in his back, the wedges and Pyrrha's indulgence, he wasn't going to last much longer. In any sense of the phrase.

"Just a little longer, Jaune. You've been doing such a great job," Pyrrha said encouragingly, stroking his hardening dick a little more through his panties. He deserved the reward- he was holding out so well. He was giving her everything she needed.

"R-right," he mumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple off on his shoulder. He just had to stick it out. Just had to be perfect for Pyrrha Nikos. She was dedicating so much time and effort to training him, she deserved to be able to do… whatever this was.

Pyrrha didn't have much longer to indulge herself. Jaune's legs were shaking, beads of sweat running down his face as he fought to keep himself in the stretch. The small, dark stain of arousal on his panties was getting wider and darker as her gentle stroking teased out more and more pre. The fingers of her other hand were coated in her own slick, and she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life.

Still, she had her job to do. She kept tonguefucking Jaune, her tongue tracing dozens of circles against him until his muscles had relaxed enough to open wider and wider, covered in saliva like a dripping wet cunt. She probed her tongue as deep as it could travel, licking and slurping and moaning the entire time as she made Jaune whimper. His dick was twitching in his panties, desperate for release. His body was always so quick to pleasure, but Pyrrha didn't exactly mind.

"Close, aren't we, Jaune," she asked, a playful teasing lilt in her voice. Jaune whimpered and nodded, his ass twitching around the length of her tongue in response.

"Perfect! Take a deep breath for me now," she urged him, taking one final lick at his hole. He listened immediately, filling his lungs with air for whatever was to come. Pyrrha finally grabbed the metal spade again. The beautiful cobalt blue, the deep red gem at its base. She pressed its tip against Jaune's ass, letting him feel the cool, smooth weight of the plug. He'd been unsure of how to wear it, she'd promise she'd show him how.

"Slowly breathe out," she instructed him before gently adding some more pressure to the plug. It was so smooth, and his hole so soaked in Pyrrha's spit that even his gentle twitching as he felt the plug ease into him was hardly any resistance. She eased the plug inside, going slower and slower as the width of the plug grew- she didn't want to hurt him!

"This is why stretching is important, Jaune. You're going to want to stretch this muscle as often as you can," she explained, her fingers still stroking his throbbing dick through his panties as she spoke. She was sure he couldn't even hear her the way his pulse must be pounding in his ears. She slowly dragged the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock as she pushed the plug the last few centimeters inside of him, and Jaune Arc came undone like a tidal wave. His dick throbbed before spilling so much cum it seeped through his panties in moments. His hole quivered and twitched, threatening to expel the plug she'd just managed to get inside, but Pyrrha kept it in place with just a finger, making sure this most intimate part of him knew who it belonged to. Jaune's moan caught in his chest, too surprised at what Pyrrha had done to even let the sound out past his lips. His legs shook, arms too tired to hold his weight up any longer. He fell chest first onto the bed, his body absolutely spent.

Pyrrha smiled wide as Jaune's body was racked with the final throes of his orgasm. He'd cum before her, but she wasn't exactly upset about it. Usually she'd leave him to clean up, tell him he'd done great and that he get an extra few minutes of time to sleep in the morning. Instead, she pressed her cheek against Jaune's ass and held up her Scroll, making sure the bright red Dust gem was visible in the camera before snapping a picture. She had promised Ren, after all, and a playful selfie featuring her work was a picture that made it clear who Jaune belonged to while still letting Ren see the results of what she'd accomplished.

"You were amazing, Jaune. This is your new training tool. Try not to remove it unnecessarily." She knew he could hardly hear her, but he nodded all the same. His face was red, a thin sheen of sweat covered his neck and chest. He looked so beautiful, she almost wanted to tear the dress off of him and have her way with him now!

No, Nikos… good things came to those who were patient. Jaune Arc, as beautiful as he was now, still wasn't ready. Not yet.