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Jaune was living the dream.

...Sort of.

Okay, maybe not exactly the dream he'd originally set out for when he first enrolled at Beacon. He'd planned to become a great Huntsman. A knight in shining armor, the kind of guy who saved villages and protected the innocent. He did not plan to get flung into some alternate version of Remnant where men didn't have Aura, Huntsmen didn't exist, and every single Huntress was thirstier than a man lost in Vacuo's desert.

He also didn't expect (outside of his heavy nighttime dreams) to be spending most of his time getting dragged into bed by Weiss, only to be released hours later as a shaking, barely-functioning mess while she pranced around like the smug, victorious queen of Beacon.

And the worst part? He didn't really mind.

Jaune should've been concerned. He should've been looking for a way back to his world, or at the very least, having some kind of existential crisis over the fact that, apparently, the Arc family didn't even exist here - or at least, they were in some outside settlement that wasn't on any record. He should've been freaking out about how he had no parents, no sisters, and no home in this Remnant. But every time he tried to think about it, Weiss would just happen to appear, throw herself at him, and before he knew it, he'd lose another several hours to her "distractions."

Weiss Schnee was a lot of things. A rich girl, an heiress, and a Huntress-in-training. Also, a former ice-queen-turned-way-too-affectionate-girlfriend. But above all else? She was really good at keeping him from questioning his new existence.

And if that wasn't enough, she bragged. A lot.

It had started subtly... well, as subtly as Weiss could manage. A smug smirk here, a satisfied little hum there, a lingering look that screamed I know something you don't. But then it escalated. Weiss loved showing off, that was just a fact. And right now? Jaune was her trophy.

And she was utterly, shamelessly obnoxious about it.

Jaune lost count of how many times she casually tossed an, "Oh, my Jaune kept me up all night. I'm exhausted," into random conversations. How often she threw a pointed glance at the other Huntresses as she clung to his arm like she was staking a claim. How she deliberately sighed in bliss at breakfast, stretched like a cat basking in the sun, and muttered something about how her "beloved was so talented." while squirming in her seat.

The Huntresses were furious.

Weiss was public enemy number one among the Huntresses of Beacon. If looks could kill, she would've been vaporized by at least fifty different women by now with such intensity that not even dust remained. Jaune had never seen so many people seethe at once. And it was all over him. He didn't quite know how to feel about it at first.

It wasn't just the students, either. Professors were getting in on it. Headmistress Goodwitch, despite her best efforts to look unaffected, had taken to grinding her teeth every time Weiss made another smug comment about "my beloved's unparalleled stamina." Even some of the visiting Huntresses from other academies (who all came to Vale for the Vytal Tournament) weren't handling it well.

Jaune should have been offended. He should have been insulted that Weiss was treating him like a status symbol, a trophy boyfriend to wave in the faces of everyone around her.

But... well, sue him, it felt awesome. Jaune had spent most of his life being overlooked. He was the clumsy, awkward farm boy in the middle of seven siblings. The guy who had to fake his way into Beacon. The weakest link in a team of rising stars - or in Pyrrha's case, someone who'd already reached the top.

But here? Here, he was a legend. The only man with Aura. The only man to ever step foot in Beacon without coming out half-dead. The strongest non-Huntress in recorded history. The most coveted man in the entire kingdom.

It did wonders for his self-esteem.

Jaune had never been on the receiving end of so much admiration, jealousy, and outright desire. Every time he walked through the halls, heads turned, women whispered. Some trailed behind him just in case Weiss let her guard down for even a second. He gotten so many offers of dates (and other things) that he lost track. He couldn't so much as sit down in the library without a Huntress sidling up to him and casually stretching in a way that emphasized every curve. Many had taken to openly leering at him whenever Weisswasn't looking.

And of course, there was Weiss' absolute refusal to let anyone else have a shot. The moment any Huntress so much as breathed in his direction, Weiss was there, looming like a jealous dragon hoarding her most prized treasure. She clung to him at lunch. She refused to let him walk alone. She slept in his bed every night, curled around him like an affectionate kitten that wanted treats.

One particularly bold Huntress had tried to corner him between classes, blocking his path with a sultry smile. Jaune barely opened his mouth to respond before Weiss materialized out of nowhere, swooped in, and dragged him away while glaring absolute murder at the poor girl.

The Huntresses were so bitter... and Jaune kind of enjoyed it. Was it immature? Probably. But for once in his life, he wasn't the loser or the butt of every joke. He wasn't the weakest link, the guy being dragged along by people way stronger than him.

Here, he was the guy. And it was better that he enjoyed it instead of thinking about the whole family thing... for now.

Weiss, in all her smug, preening glory, took a particular joy in rubbing her team's noses in exactly what she had that they didn't. It was one thing to flaunt Jaune in front of the rest of the Huntresses at Beacon - that was expected. That was Weiss taking what was hers and ensuring that every single woman who had even thought about making a move on her prize knew exactly where they stood. She told him that any one of those hussies would've done the same thing in her place.

But rubbing it in Blake and Yang's faces? That was a different level of cruelty entirely.

Weiss wasn't stupid. She knew precisely what she was doing when she allowed Blake that one night with him. She could have refused outright, could have told the Faunus girl (he was no and kept him all to herself from the start, but that wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying. No, denying Blake completely would have been a mercy. Letting her have a taste - just once, just enough for her to know exactly what she was missing - was the real punishment.

And oh, did Blake suffer for it.

Ever since that night, Blake had been seething, lingering on the edges of every interaction, her amber eyes filled with a barely-contained hunger that only grew worse with every passing day. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him badly. She'd had one night, one opportunity, and now she knew what Weiss had every night (or day, she wasn't picky about time).

And what was worse was that Weiss had never given her a second chance. Her one time was the only time.

Blake tried, of course. She'd purred in Jaune's ear, leaned in close, let her fingers trail along his chest when Weiss wasn't looking. She made it abundantly clear that she was more than willing to pick up where they left off and that she had a collar she could put on. They never lasted long. The moment Weiss caught of a wiff of it, she'd swoop in, practically wrapping herself around Jaune in front of her teammate, shooting her a smug, knowing look that said, Oh, you poor, deprived thing. Did you think you could have him again?

And then there was Yang.

Weiss hadn't even let her try him. Jaune had assumed Yang would have let it go at first. She was confident, after all. Charismatic. She could have anyone she wanted with just a flex of those muscular arms and a cocky grin. Surely, she wouldn't be the type to get all bent out of shape about one guy.

But then Jaune remembered this was some bizarro world where the hottest women on Remnant couldn't get laid to save their life.

Yang was furious. Furious that she'd been denied, furious that Blake had at least gotten something while she had to make do with her imagination. It drove her insane. At first, she'd just made jokes about it, tossing out casual quips with that usual, lazy smirk, "Oh, come on, Weiss, you can't be that selfish," or, "Jaune, buddy, you sure you don't wanna explore your options a little?" She tried to make them sound lax, like she didn't really care either way and was offering because he wanted it.

But as time went on and it became painfully clear that Weiss was not going to budge, those quips became more pointed.

"Hey, Jaune, if you ever get tired of your prison warden, you know where to find me."

"Weiss, you know being clingy's not a good look, yeah? I mean, we're supposed to be teammates and you're just keeping him all to yourself."

Weiss, of course, handled it in a mature and magnanimous manner... okay, no. She was a downright bitch about it: she dangled it over their heads like a piece of meat just out of reach, "Maybe if you beg hard enough, I might consider it," she'd say airily, running a delicate finger along Jaune's chest as if to emphasize her point, "But only if Jaune agrees, of course. My dearest's consent comes first and foremost."

And of course, both of them would immediately turn to Jaune, expecting - demanding - that he take them up on the offer.

But every single time, Jaune found himself hesitating. Not because he wasn't tempted - because oh, boy, was he tempted - but because Weiss always watched. She would sit there, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to make a choice, and something about the way she did it - like she already knew what his answer was going to be - always made him pause. He could sleep with them, and it'd probably feel amazing, but Weiss would only give them a taste. They'd only want more, and next time they'd be even more needy and desperate.

The hesitation was all Weiss needed to twist the knife, "Oh, Jaune," she'd coo, pressing herself closer, "Do you see how needy they are for your cock? So desperate for a taste of what only I have~." She kissed his right jaw.

That would always be the end of the conversation, because both Yang and Blake would be seething, Jaune would be half-hard and conflicted, and Weiss would be grinning like the smug little menace she was. He knew he should've called her out on it, but it was downright ego-stroking to see Weiss acting like she won the lottery because she was fucking him. Him. So as much as a part of him wanted to tell her to tone it down a notch, another, bigger (and harder) part told him to enjoy the wave.

The only one who didn't play into it was Unlike the rest of her team, Ruby was... normal. Normal in a way that made conversations with her so much easier compared to the constant sexual tension with the others. She didn't leer at him, didn't throw herself at him, and didn't try to seduce him every chance she got. She was just Ruby. The same dork who loved weapons and comic books...though, she sighed so often at her team's antics that Jaune was honestly amazed she hadn't passed out from oxygen deprivation.

"You guys are the worst," she groaned one morning at breakfast, watching Weiss literally sit in Jaune's lap while Blake and Yang glared absolute murder at her, "We're supposed to be studying to fight Grimm and, you know, be Huntresses! Not obsess over getting into a guy's pants!"

Talking to her was refreshing. She actually treated him like a person instead of some rare, exotic prize to be won. Not that he didn't enjoy that part, but there was that saying about too much of a good thing.

It helped that when he actually tried to talk to her about the whole "alternate universe" thing and that he wasn't supposed to be here, she actually listened instead of trying to drag him into bed. She sympathized about how it must be awful to be cut off from his family and how she wished she could help. It was nice. She even said she was willing to talk with him alone somewhere without Weiss coming in to interrupt every few minutes.

He almost agreed. Unfortunately, Weiss would quickly whisper about some new lingerie she bought and... and, well... Jaune was a bundle of hormones, and Weiss did keep him very, very occupied.

Figuring out his existential crisis could wait.

Later that night back at their bedroom, Jaune lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind drifting in a post-nut clarity haze that felt heavier than usual. His arms were still tingling, his legs felt like they'd been put through a full combat workout, and he could still feel the phantom sensation of Weiss' nails digging into his shoulders. The sheets were a tangled mess, twisted around his legs, the fabric clinging to his skin damp with sweat. The room smelled like sex and expensive perfume.

Weiss was curled up against his right side, one delicate hand draped over his chest, her breathing soft and even as she nestled into him. She always got clingy after sex (even clingier than usual), wrapping herself around him like a satisfied cat. Normally, he basked in the feeling. But not tonight. For once, Jaune wasn't basking in the smug satisfaction of having a gorgeous, rich Huntress practically worshiping him and crying about how much she wanted his cock inside her.

No, tonight, his brain had finally kicked back into gear.

He needed to do something for her.

Not just screwing her in empty classrooms, broom closets, or that one time on the rooftop when they were definitely supposed to be in combat class. No, he meant something real. Something meaningful. A date.

She paraded him around like a trophy, basked in the jealousy of others, and made damn sure every Huntress at Beacon knew he was hers. But for all her possessiveness, there wasn't really much else beyond that. Their time together consisted of either sex, Weiss smugly showing him off, or Weiss aggressively making sure Blake and Yang didn't get a single moment alone with him. That was it. Weiss had always been haughty, even in his world, but this version of her? She practically strutted everywhere like she was royalty.

Maybe if he did something nice for her, something real, she'd calm down a little. Maybe if he took her on an actual, proper date, she'd relax and stop acting like she had to mark her territory every five minutes.

Jaune exhaled through his nose, lifting a hand to run through Weiss' soft, pristine hair. She murmured something in her sleep, shifting to snuggle closer, and Jaune felt his chest squeeze a little. Even asleep, she needed to be touching him. And not just in that smug, self-satisfied way she used to brag to the others.

A date, then. Something nice. Something where she could be Weiss and not the smug heiress showing off her exclusive boyfriend. And, Jaune thought with no small amount of hope, maybe it'd make her tone down the whole 'trophy boyfriend' thing. He wasn't against her bragging about how lucky she was, but it'd been almost a week now. It was time to slow down a bit.

The next morning, Jaune caught her after breakfast, pulling her aside before she could drag him into another argument with Blake and Yang about whether or not this would be the day she finally let them have a turn. She blinked up at him as he led her a little further down the hall, her usual smug expression turning curious, "What is it, darling?" she asked, fluttering her lashes at him. She always managed to look flawless. She said it made it more exciting when he ruined her.

Jaune rolled his eyes at the dramatics but smiled anyway, "I was thinking," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "We should, uh, actually go on a date."

Weiss blinked. Once, twice. He could practically hear the gears in her brain grinding to a halt, "A... date?" she echoed, like the word was some foreign concept.

Jaune chuckled nervously, "Yeah, you know. A proper date. Not just sneaking off between classes for a quickie or you parading me around the dining hall to make everyone jealous." He gave her a look, "Hanging out, just the two of us... and not just for sex. We head down to Vale, get dinner, maybe watch a movie. Do something fun."

Weiss just stared at him, her mouth slightly open like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jaune started to wonder if he'd said something wrong when she suddenly sucked in a breath and quickly looked away, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink that looked stark against her alabaster skin, "Oh," she mumbled, "I... well..." She cleared her throat, schooling her expression into something more neutral, "That's... rather unexpected."

Jaune tilted his head, "Unexpected how? We're dating, aren't we?"

Weiss' fingers curled against the hem of her dress, eyes flicking away like she was embarrassed. He'd never seen her embarrassed before. Smug, yes. Preening, all the time. But this? It was actually kind of adorable, "Well, I just assumed you were perfectly happy with our current arrangement," she said, her voice a little too quick, "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

Jaune huffed, "Weiss, I like you." He smiled, reaching for her hands and lacing his fingers through hers. He gave them a small squeeze, "And I want take you on a date."

Weiss finally looked back up at him, something soft and vulnerable flashing in her eyes before she quickly hid it behind a flick of her hair. She cleared her throat again, but her usual arrogance didn't quite reach her voice when she finally replied, "Well, I suppose I can make time in my busy schedule."

Jaune smirked, "Oh? And here I thought you had me 'scheduled' every night."

Weiss turned an even darker shade of pink, but she lifted her chin and scoffed, "Of course I do. That doesn't mean I can't move things around if necessary."

Jaune grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, "So, is that a yes?"

She hesitated for just a second before finally, shyly, nodding, "Yes."

Jaune felt his chest squeeze again. Ghk. So cute. It was the complete opposite to how she'd been acting all week. His cock twitched and he grit his teeth. No, bad Jaune Junior! This was supposed to be romantic! Not sex! They could have sex later, romance first!

That weeked, the two of them took a Bullhead down to Vale for their date. It wasn't anything fancy - just a simple cafe, a movie, and a walk in the park - but that was the point. Weiss had always been extravagant in the way she flaunted him, in the way she made sure everyone knew that she, Weiss Schnee, had the first and only man with Aura all to herself. But here, outside of Beacon, where no one knew them, where no one was fighting over him or shooting them jealous glares, it was just...nice.

Weiss had even dressed down.

Jaune had seen her in everything from combat skirts to fancy ballroom dresses (admittedly, only so he could tear them off of her), but this was different. Gone were the layered silks and elaborate embroidery that screamed Schnee Heiress. Instead, she'd opted for a simple white sundress that ended just above her knees, light and airy, its thin straps leaving her shoulders bare. A matching sunhat perched atop her head, shading her face just slightly, and on her fee were a simple pair of white sandals Not heels, not expensive, tailored boots, just something casual and comfortable. It made him feel less awkward in his own clothes, a button-down shirt, slacks, and loafers. Nothing fancy, but he couldn't exactly afford the good stuff considering his situation.

The usual air of nobility and untouchable elegance was still there - she was still Weiss, after all - but today, it felt... cozier. More natural.

Jaune wasn't used to seeing her like this. It was almost weird. Not a bad weird, though. Just different.

For the first time since he ended up in this world, Weiss wasn't clinging to him like some kind of dragon hoarding its most prized treasure. She wasn't loudly announcing to every passing Huntress that he was hers, she wasn't rubbing it in anyone's face, and she wasn't whispering about all the things she was going to do to him when they got back to their room.

She was just holding his hand. And that felt nice.

They started their date at a small, quaint cafe near the center of Vale. Jaune had suggested something low-key, something where they wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of onlookers gawking at them, and Weiss had agreed with an almost hesitant nod. The place had a warm atmosphere, a gentle buzz of conversation in the background, and smelled of fresh coffee and pastries. It was his treat, even. Beacon students had weekly stipends both in this world and his. It was supposed to help them with things like Dust or other necessities, but Jaune never really needed much. Crocea Mors being a relic meant it was easy to feed.

Jaune ordered a simple breakfast - pancakes, eggs, and bacon - while Weiss, ever the refined lady, opted for a delicate fruit tart and tea. They sat by the window, watching the people of Vale go about their day. And for once, there was no audience. No professors watching them with thinly veiled jealousy, no students whispering about how unfair it was that Weiss got to claim him, no Blake or Yang fuming at the sidelines, no Ruby groaning about how she wished she had a asean team. Just them.

But Weiss seemed... off. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made Jaune tilt his head at her more than once. She was quieter, less smug. She wasn't looking around like she was waiting for someone to notice them, and there was a small, thoughtful frown on her lips as she stirred her tea, "You okay?" Jaune finally asked between bites of his pancakes.

Weiss blinked and looked up at him as if startled, then quickly schooled her features into something more composed, "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Jaune gave her a flat look, "Because you're quiet."

Weiss scoffed, lifting her teacup to take a delicate sip, "I am perfectly capable of enjoying a moment of silence, Jaune."

He smirked, leaning his cheek against his palm, "Since when?"

Weiss narrowed her eyes, but there was no real heat to it, "Don't be a brat." Jaune grinned. He couldn't even imagine sharing a casual conversation like this with the Weiss back home. Even Ruby struggled to make her smile, and she was sunshine incarnate. And now here they were, chatting like a normal couple in a cafe. No one even looked twice at Weiss. It was like they didn't her as a Huntress as soon as the cringy flirting stopped.

Jaune chuckled, "Seriously, though." He nudged her foot under the table, "You've been acting different since we got here."

Weiss hesitated, setting her teacup down and looking out the window again. For a moment, she didn't say anything. Then, after a long pause, she let out a breath and murmured, "This is... nice."

Jaune raised a brow, "What? Breakfast?"

She gave him a deadpan look, "This." She gestured vaguely between them, "Just... us. Without the noise." Her fingers curled against the edge of her plate, "I didn't realize how loud things have been since I met you."

Jaune tilted his head, watching her carefully. She wasn't wrong. Their relationship - if he could call it that - had been anything but quiet. It'd been loud, messy, chaotic. It 'd been Weiss shouting to the world that he was hers, Weiss teasing Blake and Yang, Weiss dragging him into empty rooms when she got too needy and having him fuck her against Goodwitch's desk. But here? There was no audience, no competition, no need to constantly reinforce her claim.

It was just them.

Jaune squeezed her hand, smiling, "Yeah," he admitted, "It's nice."

Weiss blinked, her expression softening just a little before she huffed and turned her nose up, "Well, of course it is. You're out on a date with me, after all."

Jaune snorted. There's the Weiss he know. At this point, he'd known her just as long as the Weiss from back home. He wondered if she would've been similar if they ended up dating...

After breakfast, they wandered Vale for a bit, stopping by a few small shops along the way. Weiss took her time browsing, occasionally pausing to inspect a piece of jewelry or a dress that caught her eye, but she never bought anything. Jaune had expected her to drag him into the most expensive boutiques in town, but she didn't. Instead, she seemed content just... walking.

When they finally settled on a movie, Jaune was the one who picked it. It was a simple action flick, one of those big-budget, explosion-heavy types that was more about cool fight scenes than actual plot. Weiss had raised a brow but said nothing, and to his surprise, she actually enjoyed it. She even gasped at some of the more intense fight scenes, gripping his arm slightly whenever a particularly well-done stunt played out on screen. Jaune caught her muttering under her breath about the 'horrible combat form' of some of the characters, but she seemed to be having fun.

And Jaune? He was loving this. Not just the movie, but this. Weiss, outside of Beacon without looking to get laid. Weiss, without bragging in front of an audience. Weiss, without the constant competition and theatrics. For the first time since this whole crazy world sucked him in, he felt like he was actually getting to know her.

Their final stop was the park. The sun was beginning to set by then, casting golden light through the trees as they strolled along the cobblestone path. The air was cool, and a few couples walked past them, holding hands or sitting on benches, lost in quiet conversations. Jaune, still half-expecting Weiss to be clinging to his arm like usual, was surprised when she simply laced her fingers with his instead. No possessive grip, no smug gloating.

Just a simple, warm touch.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while before Weiss finally spoke, "Thank you, Jaune."

Jaune looked at her, confused, "For what?"

She hesitated, then gave him a small smile, "For today."

Jaune felt his heart do something weird in his chest. He grinned, squeezing her hand, "Well, I am the best boyfriend ever." And it wasn't just cause he was the only man with Aura.

Weiss rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed, "Humble as ever." He laughed, looking up at the sky. Yeah. This was a good idea.

The restaurant was fancy. Like, stupidly fancy. The kind of place Jaune would have never even considered stepping into back home, both because of the price and because he was pretty sure the dress code required more than a hoodie and jeans. Weiss, however, had insisted. It was her turn to treat him, she'd said. He'd already planned their date and paid for breakfast and the movie tickers, so it was only fair that she picked up the tab for dinner.

Jaune wasn't going to argue with free food.

The trouble started at the entrance. The moment they stepped inside, they were met with the disapproving stare of a very stiff-looking maître d', a middle-aged man with an upturned nose who clearly thought they were a couple of kids who wandered in by mistake. His eyes flicked over Jaune's button-down and slacks - nice, but nowhere near fancy enough for this place - and then at Weiss' sundress, before he cleared his throat.

"I'm terribly sorry, but we are at full capacity for the evening," the maître d' said smoothly, a practiced, polite way of saying Get lost, you don't belong here, plebs. Jaune felt his shoulders sag. Yeah, he kind of saw that one coming. They probably should've gone to a more casual place, but Weiss had been so excited, and-

Weiss sniffed, reaching into her purse and pulling out a card so platinum it practically glowed, "Is something wrong with my card?" she asked, smiling ever so sweetly.

The maître d's entire demeanor changed in an instant. His posture straightened, his eyes widened, and then - snap - he clapped his hands, and suddenly a waiter appeared from nowhere to escort them inside, "Of course, Miss Schnee," the maître d' said, his voice smooth as silk, "My deepest apologies for the misunderstanding. Right this way, please."

Jaune barely had time to process what just happened before he was being led through the restaurant and seated at a private table near the back, away from the main crowd, with a perfect view of the city lights through a massive glass window. The tablecloth was pristine, the silverware polished to a mirror shine, and the candle in the center flickered softly, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

Weiss sat across from him, looking incredibly pleased with herself. Jaune laughed, shaking his head, "You were hoping he'd try to reject us first, admit it."

Weiss sniffed, delicately setting her napkin in her lap, "It's not my fault people assume things about me just because I'm young. If they're going to judge, I might as well make use of the privileges my name affords me."

Hard to argue with that.

A waiter arrived to take their order. The menu didn't even have prices, because if you had to ask, then you couldn't afford it. Weiss decided to order for the both of them. It was some kind of expensive-sounding dish with words Jaune definitely didn't recognize. He just nodded along and hoped it wasn't something weird.

Once the waiter left, Jaune leaned back in his chair, finally relaxing. The date had been good. Really good. He still wasn't totally sure what to make of Weiss acting so... normal today, but he wasn't going to question it. They'd had a nice time at the cafe, she actually laughed at his dumb jokes during the movie, and the walk in the park had been pleasant instead of full of her usual bragging even when they passed by a couple of Huntresses on the prowl. Maybe she was starting to chill out.

"So, Jaune," Weiss said, her voice as casual as could be, "How many children do you want?"

Jaune choked. Not on his food, because it hadn't arrived yet, but on his drink, which he immediately coughed all over the table, "What?!"

Weiss tilted her head, looking genuinely curious, "Children. Offspring. The next generation of our illustrious line."

Jaune wiped his mouth, staring at her like she'd just sprouted a second head, "Weiss, we just started dating a week ago!"

Weiss huffed, resting her chin on her hand right hand, "Jaune, please. As if that's an issue. I know you're the one. You know you're the one. Why not start thinking about the future?" She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like it wasn't even something to be questioned.

Jaune opened his mouth, then closed it again, because what the hell was he supposed to say to that? Weiss sighed dramatically, swirling the wine glass she'd ordered (because apparently they could drink here, since nobody was checking IDs), "I was thinking four."

Jaune blinked, "Four what?"

"Children, Jaune. Obviously." Jaune nearly choked again. Weiss rolled her eyes, "Honestly, I'd like five, but I suppose I could settle for four. Three would be my absolute minimum. And two?" She made a face like she'd just bitten into something sour, "Absolutely not. A proper family needs at least three children. Two girls and a boy. That way, we'll have a proper balance. The firstborn will inherit my beauty and elegance, the secondborn will inherit your strength-"

"I'm not that strong."

"-and the third will be a wildcard."

Jaune ran a hand down his face, groaning, "Weiss."

"What?" she asked innocently, "It's a reasonable discussion." Jaune gave her a look. She fluttered her lashes at him, "What? Are you saying you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me, Jaune?"

Jaune was about to respond when she hit him with them. The puppy dog eyes. Not just any puppy dog eyes. The most conniving, most carefully calculated, Schnee-patented, platinum-tier weaponized puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen. Her lips trembled, her hands clasped together as if she were the very picture of a demure, longing maiden. She was the very picture of innocence, a fairy tale princess come to life and waiting for her prince to sweep her off her feet.

Somehow, she almost managed to fool him even though the last time he gave her that look, it was when she was on her knees with his cock between her lips.

Jaune's heart lurched in his chest. That wasn't fair. That wasn't fair. He groaned, slumping back in his chair, "I hate how good you are at that."

Weiss beamed, "I know."

He shook his head. No, don't get distracted, he told himself. Jaune was just about to suggest very reasonably that maybe, just maybe, they could postpone the discussion about their hypothetical future children until, oh, just a few years down the line. Maybe after he figured out what the hell was going on with his entire existence and how he ended up in a world where he was the only guy with Aura.

But before he could get the words out, he felt something soft trailing up his left leg.

Jaune's breath hitched and his eyes flickered downward just in time to see Weiss, seated so elegantly across from him, sliding her bare foot up the side of his calf, the fabric of his slacks doing absolutely nothing to dull the sensation. He couldn't actually see her doing it, of course - the table cloth was in the way - but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Her toes trailed up, and he felt soft, warm skin dig under the cuff of his pants leg to touch the skin directly.

His whole body tensed, heat creeping up his neck, but when he looked back up at her, she just gazed at him with that same sweet, innocent expression, as if she wasn't blatantly teasing him under the table, "We've had such a wonderful day, haven't we, darling?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her voice sweet and saccharine.

Jaune swallowed thickly, "Uh... y-yeah?"

Her foot moved higher. Jaune squirmed in his seat, "But, you know," Weiss continued airily, tracing lazy circles against his thigh, completely ignoring how stiffly he was sitting now. The only thing adding any sort of protection was the dark fabric between their skin, "I've been thinking." Jaune's entire focus was now locked onto that foot. He had no idea where she was going with this, but he really needed to get a handle on himself, "Clearly, I've been rather immature about things," Weiss mused, her lips curling into a faint smile, "Clinging to you all the time, flaunting my victory so blatantly... it's unbecoming of a proper lady. No, if I truly want to be a mature woman, then I should act the part."

Jaune barely processed her words, too focused on how her foot was definitely getting dangerously close to somewhere very inappropriate, "M-Mature?" he echoed dumbly, barely managing to keep his voice steady.

Weiss nodded sagely, her hand resting under her chin as if she were making a perfectly logical and reasonable statement, rather than slowly driving him insane, "Yes. Mature. As your partner, it's my responsibility to be gracious. To share." She flashed him a very self-satisfied look, "Which is why I've decided to allow you to sleep with Blake and Yang."

Jaune's brain short-circuited, his mouth barely able to form the words, "You're... what?"

"You heard me," Weiss said primly, her foot giving one last teasing drag along his thigh before pulling away. His body, traitor that it was, missed the sensation and he almost scooted forward to catch her retreating sole, "They're so desperate, Jaune. It's honestly pathetic to watch." She sighed and shook her head, but her lips were curled up in a smile she couldn't quite hide, "And as your partner, I suppose it would be selfish to deny you a little fun."

Jaune stared at her, mouth slightly open, his brain struggling to reboot. Weiss? Sharing? Willingly? The same Weiss who rubbed her victory in Blake and Yang's faces every single day and preened about having something they never would? The same Weiss who wouldn't shut up about how she was the only one lucky enough to experience the Jaune Arc Experience™?

It was so out of left field that Jaune almost thought he misheard her. Almost. His hands curled into fists on his lap, desperately trying to keep himself grounded. Because, objectively, he knew this was some kind of power move. Some underhanded play to rub it in their faces even more.

But also...

His brain, against his better judgement, immediately painted very vivid mental images of Yang and Blake in the same state he'd seen Weiss in countless times. He'd seen the catgirl already, but Yang? Back home, she was considered the hottest of the first years. Pyrrha might've matched her in the looks department, but the other blonde had a charisma to her that drew the students like a moth to a flame. The confidence, her hair...those tits. And now Weiss was saying she wanted him to sleep with them?

His heartbeat spiked. His pants got a little too tight.

Weiss noticed and smiled. She knew she won, "But obviously," she added, lifting her wine glass to her lips as if this was just casual dinner conversation and not a complete mental breakdown for Jaune, "I'll be the head wife. The main one. They can be your mistresses - properly beneath me in every way. And of course, I expect that I'll be your priority. If the choice comes between me and them, it'll always be me. Even if they're on their backs with their legs spready begging you to breed them."

Jaune opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His brain was screaming at him to say something, to remind her that they weren't even old enough to drink and that marriage was still way too early to think about and that this entire conversation was ridiculous.

But instead, what actually came out was a strangled, "...Mistresses?"

Weiss just smiled and sipped her wine, "Of course. A man as great as you deserves a harem, after all." Jaune died. Right there. On the spot. Just flatlined. Because, logically, he knew this was not a good idea. He knew Weiss was playing with him, pushing his buttons, testing him to see how much power she really had over him and the rest of the team.

But his brain and his hormones were very much not on speaking terms at the moment. That word - harem - had sent his monkey brain into overdrive, beating logic and reason into a bloody pulp. It was the dream of every young guy. A harem. No, not just a harem. A harem of Huntresses. He could already imagine the bitter, jealous looks of the guys back home. Jaune Arc, the lanky kid who defined Average, had managed to snag three of the hottest Huntresses in Vale.

So instead of calling her out on it, instead of shutting it down like he probably should have-

Jaune swallowed hard, his mind completely blank, and gave a stiff nod.

Weiss beamed, "Perfect~" She set the glass down, right index finger playing with the rim, "We'll give them the good news tomorrow. But tonight?" Her foot crept up his leg again, "Tonight, I want you all to myself."

Man, Jaune is just living that harem ideal. All he had to do was lose his family, possibly forever. The sex will keep him distracted. Anyway, no smut this chapter, but next one will have Yang. None for Ruby. Per people's responses, she'll stay sane.

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