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Jaune had never felt this exhausted in his entire life. It wasn't just a matter of being physically tired - by the Brothers, his legs felt like they were made of lead and his arms weren't much better - it was the kind of exhaustion that settled into his very soul. Like something fundamental inside him had been drained dry, wrung out, and then trampled for good measure. Emphasis on the drained part. Jaune Junior never felt so empty in his life.

And yet, despite all that, he couldn't bring himself to complain. Not too much, anyway.

Because the reason for his current half-dead state? Weiss Schnee.

It wasn't every day that the girl of his dreams suddenly turned around, swept him off his feet, and took him to multiple rounds of what could only be described as the most enthusiastic show of affection he'd ever experienced. He'd spent weeks chasing after Weiss at Beacon, fumbling through flirts and compliments, desperately trying to prove he was worthy of a chance. And every single time, she'd scoff, turn her head away, or make some snappy comment that made him feel a foot tall.

But now? Now she was practically glued to his side, pulling him along like she owned him. Her usual cold, refined exterior was replaced with a victorious glow that made her look like she'd just won the lottery. She practically skipped down the Bullhead ramp, humming to herself, her pristine white dress flowing behind her as she half-dragged him toward the academy. She was in a fantastic mood. Beaming, smug, every step radiating triumph.

Jaune, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

His legs were wobbly, and every muscle in his body ached with a dull, throbbing exhaustion that even Aura couldn't seem to fix. He could barely walk straight, let alone keep up with Weiss as she dragged him forward with surprising strength. Every time he tried to slow down even slightly her grip tightened, yanking him forward like he was a particularly stubborn dog on a leash.

Jaune let out a strained groan, his feet barely keeping up, "Weiss," he muttered, his voice coming out a little rough, "Please slow down...my legs feel like jelly."

Weiss scoffed, barely sparing him a glance, "Jelly, Jaune? Really?" She rolled her eyes, though her smirk didn't waver, "Men are always so dramatic."

"Men?" Jaune blinked, his brain still sluggish, "Weiss, I'm exhausted." He winced as his knee nearly buckled from the sheer effort of walking, "I think my body's breaking down."

Weiss huffed in exasperation, shaking her head as if he was the ridiculous one here, "Oh, come now, Jaune. You should be honored!"

Jaune let out a breathless chuckle, "Honored to be on the verge of collapse?" He couldn't exactly deny that. He'd slept with Weiss. He didn't really care about her money or her family name, but he knew for the fact that most guys his age would've been over the moon.

"Honored to be part of history!" Weiss declared, spinning on her heel to face him while still somehow walking backward with complete confidence. She gestured dramatically to herself, "Do you have any idea how lucky you are? You - Jaune Arc - are officially the first man in Remnant to bond with a Huntress! And not just any Huntress, but me!" She placed a hand on her chest proudly, "It's a historic moment!" Jaune raised a brow. The only guy to ever sleep with a Huntress? Somehow, he doubted that.

Jaune blinked at her, trying to process what she was saying through the exhausted haze in his brain. He was still wrapping his head around everything that had happened. His entire life had been flipped upside down in the span of a single night - no, several nights. Not only had Weiss returned his affections, but she'd done it in a way that was so enthusiastic that he'd been barely able to keep up. And that wasn't even getting into the whole 'only guy with Aura' thing, which he was definitely still trying to wrap his head around.

He scratched the back of his head, grimacing slightly as he forced himself to stand a little straighter. His pride wouldn't let him look too weak in front of Weiss, "Yeah, uh...not gonna lie, Weiss, I think I missed the part where this became a historical event."

Weiss gasped, looking genuinely offended, "Missed the part?! Jaune, do you understand what this means? For centuries, men have been off-limits to Huntresses! Completely untouchable! And yet, you - the first man with Aura - chose me!" Her grin was radiant, "Everyone is going to be so jealous!"

Jaune gave her a tired smile, still trying to make sense of it all, "Chose you, huh?" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "I mean, I always liked you, so...yeah. Guess I did."

Weiss beamed, looking obnoxiously satisfied with herself, "Of course you did! I could tell just by the lust in your eyes when we meet at that park!" He was about to rebuke the 'lust' part when she suddenly yanked him forward again, clearly unbothered by the fact that his legs barely seemed to function.

He let out another sigh, shaking his head, "You know," he said, forcing a chuckle, "I probably shouldn't be this tired. I mean, Aura's supposed to help with stamina, right?"

Weiss waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, nonsense. You're fine."

"I'm not fine," Jaune countered, "I ascended last night, Weiss! I saw visions! My ancestors judged me!" Granted, most of them were giving him a thumbs up and going 'Nice', but still! He was too young to meet Lysander Arc!

Weiss laughed her delight only making her walk faster, "Jaune, don't be so dramatic! Besides, I did most of the work."

He gave her an incredulous look, "That doesn't make me feel better!" She only giggled again, clearly in too good of a mood to care. Jaune sighed, letting himself be dragged forward. He was too tired to argue, and honestly? Even though his body felt like it had been wrung out like an old dishrag, he couldn't help but feel...a little good about it all. Because at the end of the day, he'd finally done it: Weiss was finally interested in him.

Now all he had to do was become a legendary Huntsman and his life was pretty much complete.

Weiss continued to drag him. Not to the dorms, but to the dining hall where everyone was having breakfast. She kicked open the doors with enough force to make the wood groan. The loud bang echoed through the vast space, causing dozens of conversations to halt mid-sentence. The sudden silence was deafening, and Jaune, still exhausted and running on nothing but instinct, felt every eye in the room turn toward them.

His mind was still sluggish, but even through the lingering haze of exhaustion, he noticed something immediately.

No guys. Not a single one. There were only women in the room. Weiss had said as much before, but now that he actually saw it, it was kind of jarring. Sure, Beacon had a lot of female students, but where were the guys? He'd been expecting at least some fellow Huntsmen sitting around - Ren or even that jerk Cardin - but instead, every single face turned his way was female. Even team JNPR's usual table only had Pyrrha and Nora.

And then he stopped thinking about that altogether because Weiss suddenly tightened her grip around his right arm, practically wrapping herself around it, her expression a perfect picture of smug tilted her chin up, beaming, and loudly declared, "Attention, everyone! I have an announcement!"

Jaune blinked, "Wait, Weiss-"

"I, Weiss Schnee, have officially lost my virginity!" Jaune choked. The dining hall, which had already been quiet from the dramatic entrance, went absolutely silent. His stomach dropped. His soul left his body. He was pretty sure he just suffered cardiac arrest. It felt like time itself stopped as dozens upon dozens of Huntresses turned toward them, processing Weiss' words. Some blinked in confusion, others scowled as if trying to determine whether or not she was just bullshitting for attention, and more than a few looked outright annoyed.

Weiss, of course, preened under the attention like a cat that had just dragged in the biggest prize mouse in existence, "And!" she continued, tightening her grip around Jaune's arm to ensure he couldn't escape, "Not only that, but my partner for this historic moment was none other than Jaune Arc!" The name didn't mean anything to them, but Weiss continued on without a care, "And not only that!He has Aura!"

That actually got a reaction. The dining hall erupted into chaos. Some women scoffed immediately, rolling their eyes as if Weiss was just spewing nonsense, "Yeah, right," one of them muttered, waving a hand dismissively, "Nice joke, Princess."

A second Huntress leaned forward on her elbows, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, "A guy with Aura? Doubt it. Just because you finally got laid doesn't mean you have to make up stupid rumors, Schnee.

"I doubt she even got any. Probably just some actor she hired," A third Huntress added.

Some of them, however, weren't as quick to dismiss it.

"Wait," a woman at the far end of the hall muttered, brow furrowed, "She's serious?"

A different girl at a nearby table shot to her feet, "You're kidding me, right?" Her voice was laced with irritation, "First you get laid, and now you're saying you got the only guy with Aura?" Several heads turned toward Jaune, and for the first time, he felt like prey. Actual prey. The sheer intensity of the stares sent a chill down his spine. Some of them looked curious. Others looked skeptical. And more than a few were eyeing him with a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn't quite place.

Jaune swallowed thickly. Weiss, completely oblivious to his growing embarassment, just smirked, tightening her grip and practically glowing with satisfaction. She lifted her chin high, her entire expression radiating absolute, undisputed victory.

Her message was clear: I won. Suck it, losers.

He barely had a moment to process the sheer chaos unfolding in the dining hall before Weiss turned back to him, a triumphant gleam in her ice-blue eyes. She tapped her chin as if considering something, then snapped her fingers, "Jaune, dear," she said sweetly - too sweetly, like a predator setting up bait, "Since these peasants doubt my word, why don't you prove it to them?"

Jaune blinked at her, "Prove it?"

Weiss smirked and gestured toward the nearest long dining table, one of the heavy wooden ones that stretched across the hall, built to withstand a room full of rowdy Huntresses. It was completely bare. No plates, utensils, nothing, "Lift one of the tables."

Jaune furrowed his brows, looking between her and the expectant eyes of the surrounding Huntresses. The professors too - who he just now realized were also all women - were leaning forward in their seats, clearly interested in the outcome.

Every instinct told him not to humor this. His common sense, what little he had left after everything, was screaming at him to sit down and eat his damn breakfast like a normal person. But the moment he looked at Weiss - who was very clearly expecting him to go along with it - and the hungry, scrutinizing stares of the rest of the hall, he realized he wasn't getting out of this.

Jaune let out a breath. Fine. Whatever.

He stepped toward the unoccupied table, rolling his shoulders as he positioned himself at the center. It was big - definitely not something a normal person could lift without some serious muscle. But he wasn't normal. He had Aura. It wasn't a lot yet, but it was enough.

He crouched down, planted his feet, and gripped the edges. Then, with a grunt, he lifted.

For a moment, he thought he might have overestimated himself - the sheer weight of the thing was more than he expected, and its size made it awkward to handle - but then his Aura kicked in, reinforcing his muscles, and the table rose off the ground.

A collective gasp rippled through the hall.

He managed to lift it carefully over his head and kept it there for a few seconds. A part of him was almost tempted to throw it somewhere and beat his chest like a big angry green man. Instead, he carefully lowered it back down as best he could. No one said a word as the table was set back in place and Jaune shook his lightly aching arms. His body was still sore from the night before (and the hours after that), but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Silence. It was so heavy that he almost choked on it. And then...

The dining hall exploded.

The roar of voices was so deafening that Jaune physically flinched. It was like a dam had broken - every Huntress in the room surged forward at once, bombarding him from all sides.

"Oh my Sisters."

"He's real!"

"A man with aura?! Impossible!"

"It's true! He really has it!"

"He's so strong!"

Huntresses-in-training leapt from their seats, knocking over chairs in their excitement. The sound of scroll cameras snapping pictures filled the air. Others swarmed closer, their eyes hungry and their grins manic.

"What's your number?!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?!"

"No, no, forget that! What about multiple girlfriends?!"

"I'm free tonight! And tomorrow! And the day after that!"

"So, uh, how do you feel about public sex?! Asking for a friend!"

"DIBS! I CALL DIBS!"

Jaune staggered back, overwhelmed by the sheer wave of thirsty Huntresses practically lunging at him. He barely had time to register what was happening before hands started reaching for him, grasping at his arms, his shoulders, even his hair. Despite the rising panic, he couldn't deny that a part of him was really into this. What healthy young man didn't like the idea of being wanted by the hottest, strongest women on Remnant?

...But, they were pawing at his hoodie like cats in heat, and that made him kinda worry, "Weiss...?" he asked, looking to her expectantly. Weiss, to his absolute lack of surprise, was grinning. Not just a smirk, not just an amused chuckle, but a full-on, cat-that-caught-the-canary, smug-as-hell grin.

He had a bad feeling about this.

More voices shouted over each other, bombarding him with questions.

"What's your semblance?"

"How much stamina do you have?!"

"Have you ever considered a poly relationship?!"

"Would you be willing to father my children?!"

And then, just as it seemed like he was about to be dragged away to the nearest empty classroom, Weiss stepped forward, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, and shouted.

"Enough!"

The force of her voice boomed through the hall, a commanding presence that somehow managed to cut through the chaotic frenzy. The room froze. Huntresses, students and professors alike, all turned toward her. Weiss flicked her hair back, her smirk widening as she very deliberately tightened her grip around Jaune's arm, pulling herself flush against him, "You barbarians have no shame," she scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension, "Did you really think I'd let you touch what's mine?"

"You still haven't clarified what that means exactly."

Weiss ignored him completely. She turned her sharp, victorious gaze to the rest of the hall, her smile radiating smug satisfaction, "Jaune Arc belongs to me," she declared, loudly and proudly, "I was the first to claim him, and I will be the only one to keep him! So Back. Off."

A collective groan of disappointment and rage rippled through the hall.

"What?!"

"Not fair!"

"YOU CAN'T JUST CALL DIBS!"

"You selfish BITCH!"

"WHY DO YOU GET HIM?!"

"HE'S A FREE MAN!"

Weiss smirked, smug and victorious, "Oh, but he isn't free." She turned to Jaune and latched onto him again, pulling herself flush against his side, her arms clamped around his waist like a vice, "After all," she purred, voice full of saccharine smugness, "He chose me. He came to me with lust in his eyes and a desire to slake them." The Huntresses gasped. He didn't even bother to point out that she was exageratting, "That's right. He initiated it!" She announced that fact like it was some unknowable truth. And the Huntresses all gasped in wide-eyed shock like it was.

Jaune groaned, "I'm so confused."

Weiss' eyes glowed with satisfaction, "We've already bonded," she announced grandly, "He's mine, now and forever!"

And just like that, the dining hall exploded again, this time in angry, jealous screams. Jaune had never felt more torn in his life. This was literally his nighttime fantasies come to life, but something about it all felt...off. Where were the guys? No students, no professors. Even Headmaster Ozpin was missing.

He didn't get a chance to wonder for long before a sharp voice cut through the chaos like a whip crack.

"Enough."

The single word carried such sheer authority that it sent an involuntary shiver down Jaune's spine. The cacophony of Huntresses immediately fell silent, their protests and jealous wailing dying in their throats as all eyes turned toward the source of the command.

Glynda Goodwitch stood at the entrance to the dining hall, her posture rigid, her arms crossed, and her expression a mask of absolute authority. Her piercing green eyes scanned the room with the look of a woman who was absolutely not in the mood for nonsense. Even the most rebellious Huntresses instinctively took a step back under her gaze. Jaune swallowed. He'd never interacted much with Beacon's strictest professor, but even he knew that when Glynda Goodwitch spoke, people listened.

"You," she continued, voice sharp and unyielding, "Are all dismissed."

The uproar returned immediately.

"What?!"

"No fair!"

"But we just found him!"

"You can't hoard him for yourself!"

"Can't we at least look at him while you talk?!"

Jaune winced as the shouting resumed, a sea of furious Huntresses all glaring at Glynda with the kind of burning resentment he usually associated with bitter enemies in action movies. Glynda, however, didn't even flinch. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a single, measured step forward.

It was like watching a wild pack of dogs suddenly realize they were about to get muzzled. The temperature in the room dropped. The air grew heavier. A single vein on her temple twitched, "Out." The word wasn't shouted. It wasn't even particularly loud. But it carried weight. A crushing, absolute weight that made even the boldest Huntress in the room shrink back like a scolded child. One by one, they all backed away, begrudgingly filing toward the exit with all the enthusiasm of children forced to leave recess. Even the Professors went along, looking just as put-off as the students.

"This isn't over," one muttered.

"I'm watching you, Schnee," another added with a glare.

"I swear to the Sisters above, if I hear any noises from your room tonight-"

"OUT!" Glynda repeated, finally raising her voice, and the last of them practically tripped over themselves in their haste to leave.

Jaune exhaled slowly as the doors shut, leaving him alone with Glynda, Weiss, and-

Wait. Team RWBY was still here.

Weiss, of course, hadn't moved an inch. She still clung to his arm like a woman who had found a priceless relic and was not willing to let it out of her sight. Jaune had half-expected that. What surprised him was the fact that Yang, Blake, and Ruby hadn't budged either. Glynda let out a breath, adjusting her glasses before giving them a pointed look, "That means you as well, ladies."

"Nope," Yang said immediately, crossing her arms, her golden locks shifting over her shoulder as she leaned casually against the table, "We're staying."

"Not happening," Blake added, her amber eyes flickering toward Jaune in a way that made his stomach twist. Her voice was calm, even indifferent, but there was something...off about the way she was watching him. Not quite as bad as the others, but still. It was weird. He talked to Yang before (he did puke on her boots on the way to Beacon), but Blake? He was pretty sure she didn't even know his name. The one time she had to tell him something, she literally said 'Hey, you'.

Weiss huffed, lifting her chin, "I'm keeping an eye on my lover." Jaune couldn't help a dorky little smile at that.

Glynda sighed heavily, rubbing her temples as though already feeling a migraine coming on, "You four are hardly qualified to be part of this discussion."

"Excuse you," Yang shot back, an easy grin on her face, "Weiss is our teammate. That means we gotta keep an eye on her, especially when she's being all possessive and crazy. Right, Blake?"

Blake, openly staring at his torso, hummed in agreement, "Mhm."

Weiss scoffed, giving them both an annoyed look, "Excuse me? Possessive? Crazy? I am simply defending my rightful claim! It's not my fault you two are jealous!"

Yang rolled her eyes, "Pfft, yeah, suuure. That's totally what's happening." She nudged Blake with her elbow, "Hey, how jealous are you?"

Blake blinked once, finally pulling her gaze away from Jaune, "...Deeply."

"That's not the point!" Glynda snapped before they could go further. Her eyes landed on the last holdout. Ruby, who, unlike the others, didn't seem particularly interested in Jaune at all. In fact, she was looking at him with a mix of worry and confusion.

"Ruby Rose," Glynda said, "Surely you at least understand why this isn't your business."

Ruby hesitated, shifting her weight, then shook her head, "No, I wanna stay too."

Glynda sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Why?"

"Because Weiss is my partner, and I wanna make sure she's not getting into something weird," Ruby said honestly, folding her arms. Her silver eyes flickered toward Jaune, full of concern rather than hunger, "And...I dunno. I just get this feeling like he needs help." Jaune blinked. That was...kind of nice, actually. It was the first time since waking up that a Huntress was talking to him without trying to pin him down. Made sense. He and Ruby were the closest between their teams.

Glynda looked at her for a long moment, then exhaled, clearly realizing that arguing with them was a lost cause, "Fine," she said at last, "But I want absolute silence while we talk." Yang and Blake both made so-so motions with their hands. Weiss scoffed like the idea of her not inserting herself into the conversation was absurd. Ruby just nodded.

Glynda turned her gaze back to Jaune, sharp and analytical, as if she were staring at a strange new creature rather than a student.

"Now then," she said, her voice crisp and professional. Despite that, he didn't miss the way her eyes looked him up and down and how she quickly licked her lips, "Let's start from the beginning. How exactly did a man acquire Aura?"

Jaune stared up at the ceiling, his mind swimming with too many thoughts to process all at once. The past few hours had been...a lot. No, that was underselling it. It had been a complete, reality-shattering, brain-melting, what-the-actual-hell kind of day.

Everything he thought he knew about the world had been tossed into a blender and pureed into nonsense. He'd sat through an incredibly uncomfortable conversation with Glynda Goodwitch and the ever-present, ever-clingy Weiss, trying to wrap his head around what he'd learned. And what he'd learned was not comforting.

Men didn't have Aura. Not just "rarely" or "historically suppressed". No, they never had it. According to Glynda, there was no record of a single man ever unlocking Aura, much less training to be a Huntsman. She had questioned him relentlessly, digging for any possible explanation, but when it became clear that he really did have Aura and was not a Huntress in disguise, she'd just sat back in her chair, frowning so deeply Jaune thought her face might get stuck like that.

Then came the next bombshell: there was no Jaune Arc enrolled in Beacon Academy. No record, no file, no name in the system. And it wasn't just him. No Lie Ren, no Cardin Winchester, not a single male student had ever been admitted in any of the academies across Remnant. The closest thing was Yang's bitter remark that Ren was Nora's civilian childhood friend that the ginger-haired Valkyrie was dating, which only left Jaune even more confused. He thought they weren't together-together.

Had he...dreamed it? The past seventeen years of his life? That was impossible. He remembered everything. His sisters, his parents, his hometown, the nights he spent practicing with Crocea Mors in the backyard, his awkward first days at Beacon, getting stuck in a tree during initiation. That happened. He lived it. There was no way it was all

Did that mean he was in another world? Some kind of parallel dimension? Or...what?

And yet, for all the existential horror that he should've been feeling at the realization that he was stranded in some twisted version of Remnant where Huntresses were all cringe and desperate, Jaune was finding it very difficult to focus.

Mostly because Weiss, affectionate and needy, was curled up against his side, very much naked.

It was really distracting.

Jaune exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling as he tried not to dwell too much on the way her bare skin felt against his own. His right arm was currently trapped under her, acting as her personal pillow, while she draped one leg over his like she was making sure he couldn't go anywhere. Her soft, slow breathing tickled his chest, her body completely relaxed against him in a way that made his brain short-circuit every time he thought about it for too long.

Her delicate fingers traced absentminded patterns over his chest, and he could feel every touch, every little shift of her body as she snuggled closer. Her legs tangled with his, trapping him against the soft sheets of the oversized bed. Weiss had demanded a personal room to herself and him since she didn't like the idea of him sleeping in team RWBY's dorm room. Goodwitch had tried to refuse at first, but then she said that a quick call to her dad would give him second thoughts about those Dust donations for the upcoming Vytal tournament. Glynda grit her teeth and gave them a teacher's room that hadn't been assigned yet.

He should have been panicking about everything else. He should have been trying to make sense of how he got here, why the world was so different, what the hell he was going to do next. But no, his brain had entirely different priorities at the moment.

Mainly, Holy crap, Weiss was naked and clinging to him like a needy kitten.

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep himself from freaking out. It wasn't like he regretted anything - far from it. A part of him wanted to scream in joy abd fist-pump the air at the fact that Weiss had not only fallen for him but was treating him like her personal teddy bear. And yet, as much as he wanted to be over the moon about it, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

She wasn't his Weiss. It was a Weiss, yeah, but not the one he'd spent weeks pining after back at Beacon. That Weiss had been cold, distant, and frustratingly dismissive of him at every turn. This one was...clingy. Possessive. Obsessive, even.

And she wasn't alone. Every Huntress he'd met so far had been weird. The girls back at the dining hall? Thirsty as hell. The way they all screamed in frustration when Weiss declared him hers was honestly terrifying. Even Glynda had spent half their conversation stealing weird little glances at him, like she was sizing him up for something entirely unprofessional.

So what, another part of him whispered. Who cared if she wasn't his Weiss? He only knew her for a week and she'd spent all that time barely paying him any attention. The same could be said for everyone else. Sure, he was friends with Ruby, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren, but he only knew them for a week too. Hardly long enough to make an everlasting bond of friendship. It wasn't like he knew them for years or even months. It was literally seven days.

But what about his family, another part of him - the one that didn't think with his other head - whispered. His sisters, Mom, Dad, little Adrien who'd just been born a couple of weeks back. Sure, sex with a clingy, needy Weiss was awesome, but he still had a family to worry about. Just because he ran away from home didn't mean he wasn't planning to see them again! He'd already imagined coming back home after making it as a Huntsman.

Jaune exhaled again, staring at the ceiling as if the answers would just magically appear. If this really was another world - another dimension or timeline or something - then he had to figure out how he got here and what to do with himself.

But right now? Right now, he was too dang tired to think. His Aura was still sluggish from overuse, his body felt like it had been wrung dry, and Weiss' soft warmth against him was really not helping his ability to concentrate.

Weiss hummed softly against him, breaking his train of thought. He felt her shift, pressing herself closer, her lips brushing against his collarbone, "You're thinking too much," she murmured, voice husky with satisfaction. And why wouldn't she be? They'd been going at it since she locked the door hours ago, "Stop that."

Jaune let out a weak laugh, "Kinda hard not to."

Her arms tightened around him possessively, "Don't."

Jaune hesitated, his fingers lightly ghosting over the curve of her back. He wanted to say something, to voice the swirling confusion in his head, but...what was the point? Would she even believe him if he told her? That he wasn't from here, that he remembered a completely different world where men did have Aura and where she didn't look at him like he was the most precious treasure in the world? She seemed to think he was just some sheltered village guy with dreams of heroism...which wasn't all that far-off from the truth, really.

He closed his eyes. Maybe some sleep would do him good.

Jaune groaned softly as he stirred awake, his body still sluggish from exhaustion. He hadn't gotten more than a few hours of rest, but something heavy and warm was pressing down on his chest, stirring him from his much-needed sleep. His first thought, still hazy with drowsiness, was that Weiss decided she wanted another round. Not surprising, considering her very enthusiastic stamina. He could only hope that he'd get better with Aura and could keep up with her easier.

But as he blinked blearily and cracked his eyes open, his vision was immediately filled with a curtain of dark hair spilling over his chest like silk. His sluggish mind took a second to register what he was looking at. The strands shifted slightly, revealing a pair of dark, twitching cat ears on top of the head resting against him.

Jaune's brain screeched to a halt.

The head lifted, and he found himself locking eyes with none other than Blake Belladonna. Amber orbs stared up at him needily, her cheeks flushed as she pressed herself against his bare chest.

Jaune's first thought? 'Huh. Blake's a cat Faunus?'

His second thought? 'Oh my Brothers, she's wearing lingerie.'

His third? 'Oh my Brothers, she's wearing nothing BUT lingerie.'

Blake was sprawled on top of him, her body barely covered by an intricate set of black lace that clung to her curves in ways that were definitely intentional. The sheer material did nothing to hide the soft swell of her generous breasts, the curve of her waist, or the way her toned thighs pressed against his sides. His hands twitched at his sides, very aware of just how little space there was between them. He could feel her nipples pressing against his chest even through the dark material.

Then, to make matters worse, she opened her mouth and begged, "Jaune," she murmured, her voice soft, almost pleading, "Please...treat me the way you treat Weiss."

Jaune's brain officially shut down. His mouth opened and closed, trying to form words, but nothing coherent came out. The only thing running through his mind was sheer, unfiltered panic - and, if he was being honest, a lot of interest. Because wow, Blake was hot. He always thought that. While he didn't pursue her like he did Weiss, he would've been blind not to see it. Blake had a cool beauty about her, the kind that made people interested even at a glance. Sure, she didn't have Yang's vibrant looks or Ruby's sheer cuteness, but she definitely had her own admirers.

Before he could even think of a response, a soft chuckle made him freeze. He turned his head slightly, only to see Weiss sitting up beside him, watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk. She stretched lazily, completely at ease with the fact that Blake was half-naked and on top of her boyfriend.

Jaune had just enough time to process 'oh crap, Weiss is going to kill me' before she leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, "Hmm," she hummed, tapping her fingers against her cheek, "I suppose I could be generous and let you have your fun with her..." Her smirk widened, "But only if you agree and if she begs."

Jaune barely had time to blink before Blake's fingers curled into his chest.

"Please," she whispered, eyes desperate, "I need this."

Jaune gulped. He felt torn. On one hand, this was crazy. This was beyond crazy. He should be stopping this, asking Blake what the hell was going on, maybe trying to figure out why she was suddenly all over him in nothing but lace. On the other hand...his gaze flickered down to Blake's body again, trailing over the soft curves, the smooth skin, the way she was practically pressing herself against him-

Yeah. He was getting hard. Blake noticed immediately. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping his chest tighter, her thighs squeezing around his waist.

Jaune groaned. Weiss smirked wider, "Not good enough," she purred, relishing every word, "I've heard you and Yang look down on me before. You calling me a priss and that the only thing I'd ever have inside me is the stick up my ass." He almost laughed. Really? "And now you want to have your fun with my boyfriend barely a day? I want some sincerity, Belladonna."

"Please!" Blake begged. It was more emotion than he'd ever seen from the reticent bookworm in the short time he knew her, "I...I need this, Weiss! You don't understand! He's not just a man! He's the only man in Remnant with Aura!" Her lips wobbled and she gave them both (ironcially) puppy dog eyes, "Please, Weiss! I'll do anything! Give anything! I...I'll take back everything I ever said about you! I'll kiss your feet! Anything!"

"Well now, I can definitely see the desperatio." She hummed and her head, watching his reaction like a cat watching a cornered mouse, "What's your decision, darling?"

Jaune exhaled. His cock was already at full attention.

...Yeah, okay. He was only human.

Jaune grabbed Blake by the shoulders and twisted her around till he was on top of her. The Cat Faunus (that was still kinda weird to think about) practically squaled when he did it. Meanwhile, Weiss pulled up a chair and sat at the right side of the bed, her smile chesire-like. He would've thought that she'd be against the idea considering how she staked her claim earlier, but now she couldn't have looked happier. She was practically beaming with joy as he got himself into position.

His eyes drinked in the sight of Blake again. She was different from Weiss. Her skin was a shade less pale but just as flawless without any scar or blemish. Her arms and legs were somewhat more corded with muscle, lean and only enhancing her femininity. Her stomach in particular was lined with a row of well-defined abs. Not as good as Yang's - which she showed off every time she wasn't in uniform - but enough to draw the eyes.

He preferred slender girls, sure, but muscular girls had their own appeal. He remembered being 16 and Saphron arguing with him about the appeal of muscle girls.

Jaune shook his head. No, don't think about his family now. Focus on the present.

He slowly raised his right hand, tracing his fingertips against her abs for a moment before dragging them to the edge of the silky black panties. Blake squirmed underneath him, moaning softly and looking up through half-lidded eyes. He almost wanted to drag it out, but his aching prick and Weiss' encouraging look made him impatient.

He grabbed the waistband of the underwear and pulled it down. Blake was already wet. Her pussy lips were soaked with her arousal and the sight of it made him groan. He had to resist the urge to reach down and lick her folds, "Well, what are you waiting for?" Weiss asked, "Give her what she wants."

Jaune lined up the head of his cock against her entrance. She squirmed even harder, hips thrusting up, desperate to get his dick inside her, "Fuck, Blake..." He grit his teeth and slowly slid inside her. Blake's huffing moans turned to loud, shameless ones. It only made him more determined to continue. The Blake he remembered from back home was quiet and dour, her voice always level and her expression schooled in that painfully neutral expression.

Now? Now, she was the exact opposite of controlled. Eyes hazy, mouth parted, and her chest rising and falling with every quick breath she took. His left hand moved automatically. He hooked his thumb against the right side of her mouth, pulling at the soft skin.

Blake didn't even hesitate. She sucked and bit at his skin, her tonge dancing across his fingertip. Fuck, why the hell was that so hot? He closed his eyes and slowly pulled himself back out. Blake wasn't as tight as Weiss, but it still felt like her walls were fighting him every step of the way; like they refused to let him go now that they had him. Jaune kept going until he was mostly out again. Blake bit into this thumb with needy desperation.

Back in.

Blake's hands gripped the sheets as he repeated the motion. In, out, in, out, "That's it, Jaune. Keep going," Weiss cooed. She got up from the chair and knelt behind him, gently holding his shoulders. She leaned closer and whispered, "You're a stud, Jaune. Look at her. Just a few minutes with your cock and she's completely helpless." He could practically see Weiss' satisfied grin.

Jaune moaned. Something about Weiss whispering dirty words in his ear really got him going.

"But don't forget: you're mine. Blake's just a toy. Isn't that right?" Neither he or Blake said anything. Weiss grabbed his hips and Jaune immediately stopped thrusting. Blake mewled and whined, desperate for him to continue, but Weiss' words cut through the noise, "I said 'isn't that right', Blake? Use your words."

"Y-Yes! I'm just a toy! Th-Thank you for letting him play with meeee!" Blake cried.

"That's more like it." Weiss hummed, "Now, finish with her, Jaune. I don't want to drag this out."

As soon as Weiss let go of his hips, he picked up the pace. Jaune fucked Blake with wild abandon, shoving himself as deep as he could inside her without holding back. Blake squirmed and screamed with every thrust, her hips jolting upwards with poorly timed attempts to keep pace with him. It was clumsy and messy, but in some ways, that only made it better for him. It wasn't like the picture-perfect pornos he remembered watching under the blankets.

Blake came first. Her lower lips contracted against the base of his cock as she shrieked, clear fluid smearing across his cock and the bed. It took a few more thrusts for him to get to his own climax. Blake lay limply on the bed while he finished himself off. When he was seconds away from the peak, he pulled himself back out with a small pop and came. Shots of his seed coated Blake's stomach and thighs before his dick finally went limp, dripping lazily onto the blanket.

"Good job." Weiss whispered. And then, with a vicious little smile, she looked down at Blake, "Alright, you've had your fun. Now leave."

"Wh-What...?" Blake blinked, looking up at Weiss, "That was...only one round. I should-"

"No." He could see how much she relished the word and Blake's obvious desperation. She stood and walked to the door, opening it with a flourish, "I was being kind to you as a teammate and let you have a taste of what Jaune is like. But that's all it was: a taste. Don't forget, Jaune belongs to me. You've gotten more than enough."

"But-" She didn't get the chance to finish whatever plea she had before a glyph suddenly appeared under her. Blake yelped as she was suddenly flung out the door with only a bra for modesty. Without any sympathy or hesitation, Wiess slammed the door and locked it again.

...

"That was kind of mean," Jaune mumbled.

"Was it? I gave her a taste. Were our positions reversed, I'm sure she wouldn't do the same." She grabbed his hand and tugged him up, "Now, how about the two of us take a shower? I want to wipe her scent off you."

He wanted to protest, to say that she was obviously rubbing Blake's nose in the fact that Jaune was dating Weiss and not her, but...well, his crush-turned-girlfriend (sort-of crush, different world or timeline and all) was inviting him to the shower and Jaune junior didn't want to say no. He'd deal with his existential crisis and other issues some other time.

Hm...somewhat unsure about this chapter, but people wanted harem so hey ho. This ended up causing Weiss to act like a femdom seductress even though she was a total girlfailure up until Jaune fucked her. I dunno, maybe I'll re-write the end so Weiss is more immature? Not sure. Or maybe in this world's lore, once a Huntress loses gains a partner they just become femme fatales. Either or.

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