The illustrious Beacon Academy was home to many faces that sought to walk the path of a Huntsman or Huntress. It was a profession people chose to follow for various reasons, be it to be like their parents, for glory... or they just flat out didn't hold any other skills in other areas. One such face among the students was one Pyrrha Nikos, a very promising Huntress in training with skill so unrivaled people thought she was just flat out invincible with how peerless her technique against people and Grimm alike.

With the incredible level of renowned skill she had, it was unsurprising Pyrrha earned her far share of admirers from both sexes. It wouldn't have been too far off from the realm's possibility to assume that half of Beacon had a crush on the redhead, that's how far her reputation was known.

It was to no shock that three of the four members of Team RWBY all had the same feelings towards Pyrrha and vowed to make her their girlfriend. Strangely, Ruby held no such feelings and just opted to sit back and enjoy the catfight between the two as they argued over who was the better pick for Pyrrha. Obviously, she did end up stepping in herself to get her teammates back under control before the three engaged in an all out brawl, judging from their looks they were giving each other.

Once Ruby finally got their attention, she opted for a surprisingly sensible solution that came from the young leader. Which was the three of them taking Pyrrha out for a date one on one to see who the redhead liked the best, with that proposition presented to the three of them, they all went fast at work to work on a perfect date for her to go on.

Weiss on the other hand, didn't really need to spend too much time thinking. Being a part of the prestigious Schnee family and all, she had access to quite a few luxuries that she was sure were to woo someone of high caliber like Pyrrha. One such luxury was a very cozy, but of course large high end, cabin in Atlas that was surrounded by beautiful sparkling snow and sea of tress that were covered in a nice layer of the fluffy stuff, practically making them sparkle.


"Here we are, Pyrrha." Weiss proudly announced as the two of them entered the Schnee cabin, everything in the place looked like it cost a fortune. "Feel free to make yourself at home."

Pyrrha stepped inside, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she took in the grandeur of the Schnee cabin. The interior was just as impressive as the snow-covered landscape outside—polished mahogany floors, a towering stone fireplace crackling with warmth, and elegant furniture draped in luxurious fabrics. The large windows offered a breathtaking view of the wintry forest, the sunlight reflecting off the snow in dazzling patterns.

To many, it may have looked stunning, but Pyrrha resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the excessive and, dare she say, useless amount of expenditures that definitely felt very on-brand for the Schnee family.

''It's very stunning, Weiss.'' Pyrrha said as sincerely as she could manage.

A chuckle of sheer confidence came from the Schnee girl, running her fingers through before giving her side ponytail a flick. The girl obviously felt satisfied with herself, thinking she had already won over the girl of her dreams already.

"Why of course~" Weiss responded and moved onto crossing her arms. "Fitting for someone of the Schnee name after all~"

''Yes, indeed.'' Pyrrha nodded along, setting down her bags near a leather sofa and giving the cabin another once-over before she regarded Weiss with a curious glance. ''What was this cabin for, if I may ask?''

"It used to be for our family as a whole as a vacation home a long time back." Weiss answered, making sure to put big emphasis on the word 'used'. "But... as we got older, I chose to enroll in Beacon. My father dedicated himself to the family business, my mother and brother... let's... let's not get into any of that. I'm sure you understand the gist of it now."

''Hm.'' Pyrrha nodded, choosing not to pry. The redhead only met Jacques Schnee a handful of times and he never seemed to be the family vacation type in the slightest.

Among... many other things that Pyrrha preferred not to think about.

"Even still, it's... very captivating.'' Pyrrha said, even if the decorations made her want to hurl. ''My mother is very frugal with our money, so we don't have vacation houses like this.''

"All the more reason to enjoy these luxuries to your heart's content." Weiss smiled at her. "We've got quite a lot at our disposal to enjoy. Any food you want can be made to five star standards, if you're still feeling a bit tense from the long journey over here we got our own masseuse that gives the best massages you'll ever have."

Pyrrha resisted the urge to stare at Weiss as she boasted. All of those useless expenses, and for what? To impress her? Did Weiss genuinely think she could just buy her affections? How vain did she think she was?

'Come now, don't be too harsh on her...' The redhead thought as she looked at Weiss, who was pretty much shining from pride. 'This is all she knows, and she could be a lot worse...'

Even still... There was a good reason Pyrrha avoided her on their first day in Beacon, and unfortunately she just couldn't wander off with Ruby or Jaune this time unnoticed.

''That's very kind of you, Weiss.'' Pyrrha said, and by instinct the redhead rolled her shoulder.

"Nnh!" Pyrrha winced when a sharp pinch of pain made her stop and grab her muscle. She could easily feel how tense it was, which clearly meant she was overtraining again and didn't even notice.

It was a good thing her mother wasn't here, or Pyrrha would already be in bed. Still…

Sheepishly, Pyrrha turned around, hand on shoulder and doing her best to mask her pain. ''You know, a massage does sound lovely right now...''

Weiss clapped her hands together. "Then it's settled! I shall notify the masseuse and we'll get things started straight away." Weiss informed her, taking her Scroll out and going through the messages as she walked past Pyrrha, where she saw a handful of unread ones that didn't go through for her. "That's strange... I suppose I must've put it on silent by mistake."

As she went through them, there was one in particular that made the Heiress stop walking entirely.

Miss Schnee, terribly sorry to notify you on such short notice but your request for staff to manage the Schnee Cabin has been unfortunately declined. Their services have been requested elsewhere by your father for a business party he is putting together. Once again, we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

"...You have got to be kidding me. They cannot be serious right now! I requested this days in advance!" Weiss huffed, before turning to face Pyrrha with a smile on her face while trying to mask her annoyance from the sudden wrench thrown into her plans. "F-Follow me... I'll take you to the massage room and we shall get this underway."

Pyrrha blinked. Weiss' expression shifted from confident to furious in the span of a second, and she could practically see the steam coming out of the Schnee heiress' ears as she clenched her Scroll tightly, as if something had just gone wrong.

Oh dear.

Pyrrha was reigning in her annoyance before, but now she found it difficult to keep a grin at Weiss' annoyance, no matter how bad she felt about it.

Did... did that make her a bad person...?

"Come, this way." Weiss gestured for Pyrrha to follow her, the two walking through the blinding white walls of the cabin, occasionally passing by a picture here and there that Pyrrha had to admit was pretty to look at. Despite only getting a mere glance at it.

Lucky for Pyrrha, the little trek to the massage room didn't at all take long, the redhead actually beginning to look forward to it a smidge if she had to admit. Unlucky for Weiss though, that meant absolutely no time whatsoever to think up a Plan B for how Pyrrha was supposed to get the most amazing massage with no skilled masseuse in the equation! What in the world was she even supposed to do here?! Bail and save face? No, that was not on the table at all!

"Think think think... there must be something that I can do here." Weiss thought upon finally reaching the door, still no plan forming at all. "I need to stall for longer!"

Clearing her throat, Weiss opened the door and gestured for Pyrrha to walk inside. "Here you are, Pyrrha. Just... go and get yourself ready and the massage shall begin shortly."

Pyrrha arched an eyebrow at how weird Weiss was acting, but regardless stepped inside the massage room, taking in the luxurious setup—soft, warm lighting, scented candles, and a plush massage table draped in silk. She turned back to Weiss, just barely holding back a smirk.

"Take your time. I wouldn't want this to be rushed.'' She said, and Weiss began closing the door just as Pyrrha pulled her sweater over her head, revealing the toned muscles of her back and shoulders.

For a moment, Weiss nearly tried to stop the door from closing just to get a check to check Pyrrha's body out even more. Lucky for the Schnee girl's pride, that didn't happen, more importantly, she had a far bigger issue at hand here. How was she supposed to go about this? At this rate she was into deep to turn back unless she wanted to face crushing embarrassment.

"What can I do here? There's a solution I'm not seeing but what is it?!" Weiss nervously thought, nibbling in her thumb to try calm the uneasy feeling that was doing a number on her body. Meanwhile she could faintly hear Pyrrha getting herself ready for the massage from behind the closed door, something that only made her mind go into overdrive to try and think of a plan to get out of the hole she dug herself in.

On the other side of the door, Pyrrha peeled off the rest of her clothes, letting them pool at her feet. The warm air of the room ghosted over her bare skin, making her sweat a little bit.

She stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders as she admired her own reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. Years of relentless training had carved her body into a warrior's masterpiece—toned abs, powerful thighs, and the kind of curves that turned heads wherever she went. Her breasts may not have been as big as Yang's were, but they were sizable and heavy in their own right, with curvaceous hips to back it up.

... When she looked at herself like this, Pyrrha could start to see why so many people wanted her...

In the midst of Weiss's over-thinking, she eventually heard the shuffling of clothing stop completely. Now there was less than a minute for her to think of something before Pyrrha grew more suspicious, not that this helped the heiress's overthinking in the slightest.

"Great! I still have no idea what I'm going to do and Pyrrha's in there expecting a five star massage treatment! Now I'm going to face crippling embarrassment by my own hand from the fact we don't even have a masseuse... wait a moment... by my own hand..." Weiss thought on that for a second and looked at her own hand, being raised as a part of such a rich well off family, she'd naturally received her fair share of massages before going off to Beacon... and they were movements she'd committed to memory purely from how good they felt.

"I know what feels good and what doesn't... surely it can't be that difficult to pull it off." The heiress continued to think and finally came to a solution, clenching her fist tight in confidence. "That's it... I'll just give Pyrrha the massage myself!"

Giving the door a light knock to alert the girl inside, Weiss spoke through it to finally get this underway. "Pyrrha? Are you ready by chance?"

''Just about.'' Pyrrha called from the other side. ''Is the masseuse on their way?''

"Th-There was a... small mishap shall we say, so the masseuse isn't going to be arriving... or anyone for that matter..." Weiss added that last part under her breath and gave an awkward cough to try to mask it better. "So I shall be giving you the message in her stead."

"...You? Giving a massage?" Pyrrha asked after a moment of silence, and the Heiress could almost swear she heard the redhead let out a surprised laugh. "Forgive me for being skeptical, but do you even know the difference between effleurage and petrissage, Weiss? Or is this just a crude attempt to have your way with me?"

"I-I-I can give a massage!" Weiss defended herself, grateful that Pyrrha couldn't see her bright red face. Or the fact she expression was that of a huffy child. "Y-You are my guest, Pyrrha. It's important to me that you receive the best treatment."

''Well then, if you're that confident then I suppose there's only one way to find out.'' Pyrrha said. ''Just... please try not to ruin my back, or I really won't forgive you.''

"Hey! I may be heavily inexperienced with giving massages but I am not that inexperienced." Weiss huffed, then started to take deep breaths. "Pushing that aside, are you ready?"

''Ready. I'm covered and awaiting for your service.'' The redhead said, and Weiss could swear she sounded a little teasing at that.

A deep breath was taken by the Schnee girl, she had faced creatures that were straight out of nightmares. Going into a room with a girl she had a crush on while she was nearly nude should be child's play... at least in theory.

In actuality, Weiss found herself hesitating a lot before calming down her out of control nerves with a nice long deep breath that she exhaled out of her nose. Already enough time had been used up and the heiress couldn't afford to use up any more, she had to go in now.

The sight that greeted her when she finally did enter made her breath hitch.

It was Pyrrha totally naked, save for the towel covering her totally nude butt. Weiss could even make out from the side of her breasts being squished against the soft massage table, seeing how close she was to actually seeing her crush totally naked made the red tint on her cheeks come back with a vengeance.

Pyrrha heard the door open and shut softly, followed by Weiss' sharp intake of breath. She smirked into the plush cushion beneath her face, her fingers curling slightly against the edges of the massage table.

'Oh, Weiss…'

She could practically feel the Schnee's eyes on her—lingering on the curve and muscles of her back, the swell of her side where her breasts pressed against the table, the way the towel barely covered the roundness of her backside. Pyrrha had always been aware of her effect on people, but seeing Weiss so flustered was… amusing.

And, admittedly, a little flattering.

"You're staring," Pyrrha murmured, her voice muffled slightly by the cushion. She turned her head just enough to catch Weiss' reflection in the mirror.

"I-I most certainly was not, m-merely... admiring." Weiss tried to save face, something that only got an amused giggle out of Pyrrha. The Schnee girl sauntered on up to the girl on the table, removing her jacket and tossing it aside so it wouldn't get in the way to get this massage properly started. Now came the real task- actually giving the massage itself.

"Okay... think back to all the massages you've gotten, what is it they do first?" The white-haired girl thought hard, before it came to her in a flash. "Right! I need the oil first." She told herself and looked around the room, spotting a bottle of it sitting on a nearby table, grasping it into her soft hand to squirt a large dollop of it into her palm.

...However, she ended up squeezing too much of it onto her hand which resulted in some of it dripping onto Pyrrha's back, the redhead flinching a little bit from the sudden liquid on her back.

"S-Sorry about that." Weiss apologized, flipping the cap back on the bottle, setting it down and rubbing the oil between her hands. "That shall be the one and only blunder that happens."

''I shall hold you to that.'' Pyrrha said, suppressing a shiver as the cool oil trickled down her spine, but she couldn't help the amused smirk that tugged at her lips. She glanced at the mirror as Weiss started lubing up her hands and whistled. ''Has anyone told you that you look good in that top? It highlights your figure quite well.''

"Really?" Weiss stopped to take a quick glance at how she looked in the mirror and admired herself for a moment. With her jacket off, it showed off her arms and shoulders, letting Pyrrha see the white-haired girl's creamy skin that looked to be so soft and incredibly smooth to boot. Getting a compliment from the so-called 'invincible girl' herself definitely boosted up Weiss's confidence a fair bit... along with making the red tint on her cheeks a couple shades darker.

''Mhm. The blush just makes you look cuter." Pyrrha added with a smirk. She was enjoying teasing Weiss just a little too much, and she couldn't really stop.

"P-Pyrrha!" Weiss pouted at her friend, feeling an equal amount of embarrassment and annoyance.

''Sorry, sorry." Pyrrha chuckled, more amused than anything as she watched Weiss fumble. ''Please, proceed with the massage. My body really needs your touch.''

Hearing made the blush on the heiress's cheeks become darker that it put Pyrrha's hair to shame. Whether it was Pyrrha's intention or not, Weiss was soon struck with even more embarrassment then before... especially when she felt her groin start to heat up, prompting her to close her thighs closer and rub them together from how bothered she was getting.

Any attempt for Weiss to try to calm herself down was totally snuffed out when she saw that she was soon going to be touching Pyrrha's totally naked body in just a few seconds.

"Deep breaths here, Weiss... if you can kill an Ursa, Beowolf, and all other kinds of Grimm. You can surely handle seeing... and... touching your crush while she's naked..." Weiss tried to tell herself but it failed completely.

"...Here we go..." The heiress muttered under her breath, placing her oiled up hands on Pyrrha's shoulders, trying to remember the movements the masseuses did on her and mimic them to the best of her abilities. "If anything feels off, just let me know."

Pyrrha nearly gasped when Weiss' hands finally made contact. The heiress' fingers were surprisingly firm, the oil making them glide effortlessly across her skin.

"Mmm... not bad," Pyrrha murmured into the cushion, shoulders relaxing slightly. "I wasn't expecting your hands to be so firm...''

"Firm?" Weiss prodded, working her palms in circles into the redhead's shoulders while her thumbs did a similar motion. Any hint of tenseness in Pyrrha's muscles slowly started to fade away despite the Schnee girl's inexperience with doing such a thing.

Pyrrha arched an eyebrow, her smirk widening as Weiss' hands worked. "Mmm... yeah. Strong fingers for someone who's never done this before." She let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her shoulders back into Weiss' touch. "Though I suppose all that rapier practice must give you quite the grip~"

"You can say that, yes. Winter had a lot of... strict drills for me to follow." Weiss sighed, remembering all the training she did. It was bitter work but the results were incredible... despite just how bitter the work truly was.

Pyrrha hummed appreciatively as Weiss' fingers found a particularly tight knot near her shoulder blade. "Mmm... right there," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave as the tension melted away under Weiss' surprisingly skilled touch. "You're... ah... better at this than I expected. Oh~'' The redhead let another moan slip out, and more continued to come as Weiss worked on her strained back.

Weiss's attempt to speak up was totally stifled from the sensual way Pyrrha moaned under her touch. For a moment the heiress stopped what she was doing out of sheer shock, and also to try and put a better leash on her own urges that only kept on burning hotter and hotter. Having her bare, oiled up, hands gliding along the toned flesh of Pyrrha's body didn't help matters either.

"Do not under any circumstances start thinking like a horny teenage boy, you're better then this Weiss." The white haired girl firmly chastised herself internally, while sliding her hands down a little bit more until she reached the redhead's shoulder blades properly. Leaving an oily sheen on Pyrrha's flesh that didn't help Weiss's attempts to try to keep herself under control.

"Focus on the massage and nothing but the massage." Weiss told herself, gently placing her hands on Pyrrha's shoulder blades while her thumbs set about moving in circles in between them. The whole time a pleasant tingling sensation shot down the redhead's spine, feeling any knots that were hiding away start to pleasantly unravel under the heiress's touch.

''Ahn~'' Pyrrha moaned, arching her back slightly as Weiss' thumbs pressed deeper into the muscles along her spine. "Oh~ Weiss~" she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as another knot unraveled under the heiress' surprisingly skilled fingers. ''Heaven's above, don't stop~''

Any chance at Weiss getting herself under control was totally tossed out the window with the kind of moan Pyrrha just let out. Now she was starting to feel grateful they were the only two people here, if anyone heard that from the outside they'd be getting the very wrong idea.

Though, with how hot and bothered Weiss was getting it was getting increasingly harder to prevent that from becoming a reality.

Sadly, the little shred of resistance Weiss tried to hold onto was snuffed out as all sorts of indecent thoughts popped in one after the other. No matter how much she tried to stop them it just made it even more enticing.

Eventually... she just couldn't take it anymore.

"Uhh... g-give me a moment here, Pyrrha." Weiss excused herself, using one of the nearby towels to wipe off the excess massage oil. Feeling satisfied enough with how clean her hands were, she promptly set about fiddling around with the sash around her waist so she could remove the rest of her clothing, which she was happy wasn't much.

Caught off by the abrupt stop, Pyrrha tilted her head just enough to watch Weiss fumble with her clothes in the mirror with an eyebrow raised. ''... Weiss?''

"I am... just... going to be." Weiss paused, having finally undid the sash and let it fall to the floor. "Taking my... clothes off..." She finished up, a hint of shyness evident in her tone.

Pyrrha let out a surprised noise, smirking as she stared at Weiss through the mirror. ''And may I ask why you're taking your clothes off in the middle of a massage?''

"It's to..." Weiss took another pause, her mind racing through a whole mess of excuses before it stopped on the weakest one. "Make it more... authentic?" The heiress mentally facepalmed herself the second that came out for how silly it sounded.

Pyrrha's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. Now this was just to fun!. "Oh? Authentic, you say~?" she purred, tilting her head. ''I can't say I recall many massages where both women had to be naked, but perhaps it's a Schnee custom.''

"Y-Yes... yes!" Weiss played along while a forced smile that clearly had nervousness behind it. "A...Schnee custom... that you should really be kept between us two and no one else." She continued on, shimmying out of her dress that easily fell to the ground without the sash helping hold it up. Revealing Weiss's snow white bra and panties that had a faint snowflake pattern on them.

Pyrrha's breath hitched as she watched Weiss step out of the pooled fabric of her dress, her reflection in the mirror displaying every inch of the heiress' porcelain skin now barely concealed by delicate lace. The candlelight caught the faint shimmer of the snowflake patterns, making Weiss look like she'd stepped out of some smut novel.

Needless to say, Weiss stripping down was having an effect on the Spartan warrior.

"My, my," Pyrrha murmured, shifting slightly on the table—just enough to make the towel dip lower—as her loins started to burn, seeing Weiss like that. "And here I thought I was the one being spoiled today. Your figure is simply ravishing~''

"Truly?" Weiss asked, getting a nod of approval in return from her classmate. The response brought a smile of satisfaction to her face, making the next part of the whole sequence of events all the more easier on her.

"Well..."

Using her confidence boost, she reached around and undid the clasp of her bra, the garment falling off of her chest and exposing more of the heiress's pale flesh along with her perky small chest. Weiss wasn't one to care for her bust size all that much, but being less endowed compared to her other teammates was something that got to her a bit on occasion.

"H-How... how about now?" Weiss asked, resisting the urge to cover herself up. The white-haired girl held onto her other arm tightly while she cutely fidgeted around in place under her crush's emerald gaze.

"Exquisite~" Pyrrha breathed, her emerald eyes ogling over Weiss' form with undisguised hunger as the heat between her legs got more intense. ''You Schnee women are a sight for sore eyes.''

Weiss was gushing hard internally when she heard Pyrrha say that, and also blushing thrice as hard but that was besides the point. The fact the spartan warrior had such things to say about her body made the Schnee girl feel like she was on cloud nine, which made her all the more confident to continue with her stripping.

"I thank you for that, Pyrrha... but I want you to hold onto that for just a tad longer~" Weiss teased back, not nearly as effective with how red her cheeks were, and worked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, the heiress slid the soft piece of clothing down her smooth flawless legs, exposing more of her flesh to Pyrrha, though she did have a moment of embarrassment when trying to get them over her boots. Something she kicked herself for.

It didn't give her too much trouble luckily, Weiss being able to work it over them before swiftly stepping out of the boots themselves. Rending the heiress just as naked as her friend was.

"What are your thoughts now~?" Weiss asked, trying to strike a sexy pose but it was clear she was inexperienced in such a thing. Given how clumsy it looked.

Pyrrha's smirk turned downright predatory as she watched Weiss' adorable attempt at seduction. With effortless grace, she rolled onto her side, letting the towel fall away completely as she propped herself up on one elbow. The movement made her toned abdomen flex, her full breasts swaying slightly with the motion as she gave Weiss a slow, appreciative once-over.

"My thoughts?" Pyrrha purred, stretching her free arm above her head in a way that made every muscle in her sculpted body stand out. "I think someone's been holding out on me~" She arched her back slightly, the candlelight catching the sheen of oil still glistening on her skin. "All this time at Beacon, and you never once mentioned how stunning you are without all those layers."

The brain of the Schnee girl was currently in overload once Pyrrha actually rolled over and showed off her incredibly sexy body. In less than a second, the burning desire between Weiss's legs turned into a raging inferno, she wanted nothing more than to just jump onto the massage table and rub her own body against Pyrrha's oily flesh and start feeling her body up to her heart's content.

Weiss attempted to speak only to end up floundering her words, it was clear the Schnee girl was too horny to even think straight. Even more evidence pointing to that was how much her pussy lips were glistening with her own arousal, some of the fluid finding its way down the heiress's inner thighs while Pyrrha continued to eye up her body with a gaze of approval.

Pyrrha's smirk deepened as she watched Weiss' composure unravel. The way the heiress' thighs trembled slightly, how her breath hitched with every passing second—it was delicious.

"Cat got your tongue, Schnee~?" Pyrrha teased, rolling fully onto her back and stretching like a satisfied feline. The movement made her breasts bounce enticingly, her nipples pebbled from the cool air—and Weiss' hungry gaze.

"Oh she so did that on purpose!" Weiss internally pouted at the spartan, given the girl in question's state of dress, it was extremely hard to be angry with her. Especially with all the thoughts running in Weiss's brain on wanting to fuck her brains out.

"B-B-Be silent!" The heiress pouted, trying to save face even then by now it was completely futile. "I-I was... just... admiring your figure again, i-i'ts perfectly normal!"

Pyrrha chuckled low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest in a way that made Weiss' knees weaken. "Oh, I know what you're doing, Schnee," she purred, letting one hand trail lazily down her breasts. "Question is, are you going to keep staring or finish this massage? My body is begging for your touch~''

"Pyrrha! Any more comments like that and I truly won't be able to hold myself back!" Weiss internally begged, inching herself closer to the massage table- and carefully making sure her knees didn't buckle with how horny she was.

"Y-You're right. L-Let us continue from where... we... left off." Weiss managed to get it in between the heavy lustful breaths that managed to escape from her.

Pyrrha's grin turned positively wicked as Weiss approached, her own arousal glistening between her thighs. She turned herself around slowly, and the Spartan didn't even try to reach for the towel as it fell to the floor, exposing her plump and shapely ass to the Heiress. ''Please do~''

It was official. Teasing Weiss was far too much fun.

Weiss sauntered her way back to the massage table. Taking it extra careful that her knees didn't end up buckling from sheer arousal alone, upon getting into a comfortable enough stance, she stretched her fingers out and started to get to work. After all she still had a five star massage to give out and nothing was gonna stop her.

"Okay... already did her shoulders and the area around them. What came next?" Weiss pondered it for a moment, looking over Pyrrha's body, all the while trying to keep her arousal in check.

"I definitely remember them massaging my back... yes, that sounds about right." The Schnee girl reasoned out, squirting more of the massage oil onto her hands and getting back to work. First starting by working her hands and fingers on Pyrrha's sides.

Weiss's fingers traced slow, deliberate circles along Pyrrha's sides, the oil making her touch glide effortlessly over the Spartan's toned muscles. The heiress bit her lip as she felt the firm muscles beneath her fingertips, the heat of Pyrrha's body seeping into her palms.

"Mmm… that's nice," Pyrrha murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as she arched slightly into Weiss's touch.

"I'm... grateful that... you think so..." Weiss paused between her words, struggling to maintain eye contact squarely on Pyrrha's back. Her eyes seemed to have developed a mind of their own and constantly snuck glances at the spartan warrior's bare ass, an area the Schnee girl desperately wanted to touch more then anything.

"Self control Weiss... self control..." The Schnee girl reprimanded herself, still focusing on Pyrrha's back, spreading along the oil and making more of the redhead's back glisten with a nice sexy sheen.

"Self-... oh who am I kidding? I already got naked, besides I can easily say this is a part of the massage." She reasoned out, gliding her hands along Pyrrha's toned flesh. Practically drooling more and more with how closer she was getting to actually touching her ass.

Pyrrha bit back a smirk as she felt Weiss' fingers tremble ever so slightly against her skin. The heiress was trying so hard to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but the way her breath hitched every time her hands drifted lower betrayed her true thoughts, and the Spartan could read the Heiress like an open book.

'Oh, Weiss…~'

The Spartan warrior arched her back just a fraction more, letting the curve of her rear press subtly into Weiss' hesitant touch. The soft gasp that escaped the Schnee's lips was particularly delicious.

"You know," Pyrrha murmured, her voice a low purr, "most masseuses don't stop just short of the best part." She tilted her head just enough to catch Weiss' reflection in the mirror. "I thought you wanted to give me the full experience?''

"I-I do... just... giving it a bit of... build up." Weiss weakly defended herself, trying so desperately to not lose herself to lust. So far that seemed to be a battle she was losing.

It only got even more worse when the heiress actually began to glide her hands down towards the spartan warrior's ass. Soon, her hands were graced with the touching the flesh of the Spartan warrior's rear cheeks. In a surprise contrast, Pyrrha's ass actually felt somewhat soft to the touch, while also having a nice firmness to it.

Feeling it once only made Weiss wanna go in for another chance to grope Pyrrha's butt. The heiress tracing her fingers along the sides of her butt cheeks before bringing her hands back in and grabbing a large handful of the redhead's ass, kneading the rear cheeks like they were dough while leaving an oily sheen afterwards. A sight that just made her ass more enticing to the white-haired girl.

Pyrrha couldn't suppress the wanton moans that escaped her lips as Weiss' hands finally, finally cupped her backside. The heiress' fingers were tentative at first, but it didn't take long for her grip to grow bolder, kneading the firm flesh with a hunger that sent a thrill straight to Pyrrha's core.

The Spartan bit her lip, her thighs pressing together instinctively as heat pooled low in her belly. The oil made Weiss' touch glide effortlessly, her palms warm and insistent as they explored every inch of Pyrrha's rear. The way the Schnee's breath hitched, the way her fingers trembled just slightly—it was intoxicating.

"Mmm… Yes. Gods, just like that~" Pyrrha teased, her voice a sultry murmur as she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly into Weiss' grasp as if to encourage her. ''You feel so good, Weiss~'' The redhead moaned. ''Ahh~ Mmm...~ Oh~!''

Safe to say all the noises weren't helping Weiss keeping her urges at bay in the slightest. They obviously just made them ten times worse, her groin becoming so hot and bothered she needed to touch herself now! There was one obvious flaw with that though... She currently had both of her hands occupied with touching Pyrrha's ass, and there was no way her pride was going to let her just start shamelessly touching herself right in front of another person.

Taking a quick glance around the room, Weiss found a solution... not a great one but a solution nonetheless.

Angling herself just right, the heiress started to greet her totally soaked pussy against one of the corners of the massage table. Weiss pressed her pelvis further into it, thanking it was soft before she eagerly started to hump on it, instant sparks of pleasure shooting through her drenched lower lips while she bit back a moan from how good it felt that her itch was finally getting scratched at last.

''Oh~'' The Spartan didn't need to turn her head to know exactly what Weiss was doing. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

Pyrrha bit her lip, her own arousal becoming unbearable as she listened to the soft, barely restrained sounds escaping Weiss' lips. The heiress was trying so hard to stay composed, but Pyrrha could feel the desperation in every knead of her hands, every shaky exhale. It was adorable. And so, so erotic.

''Your hands feel so good, Weiss~'' Pyrrha purred, pretending she didn't notice Weiss' desperate thrusts. ''Mmm...~"

"That's it! I officially can't take it anymore!" Weiss internally declared, hoisting herself up to the massage table and crawling over the Spartan's incredible body. Desperately trying to hold herself back from just diving in headfirst to start touching Pyrrha all over the place.

"Wait... what in Remnant am I doing!? I am a Schnee! I can't just jump her like a wild animal!" The heiress tried to back out but it was of course too late as Pyrrha very easily made out what she just did.

Pyrrha definitely didn't expect the Heiress to just mount her like that, but she didn't fight against it either. If anything, she was just curious on what Weiss was planning next and the half-baked excuse for it.

'... 'Weiss? Might I ask what you're doing?'' Pyrrha asked, trying to sound innocent despite the smirk she was wearing, and the arousal that was continuing to rise between her thighs.

"O-Ooooh... I was... just..." Weiss's eyes nervously darted side to side, begging her brain to think of a good excuse to save face! "Just... about to give you a new kind of massage I heard about!"

Pyrrha arched an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she felt Weiss' thighs trembling against her bare hips. The heiress was practically vibrating with need, her pale skin flushed pink from arousal.

"A new kind of massage~?" Pyrrha echoed, her voice dripping with amusement. "Do enlighten me, Weiss. I'm… very curious."

"It involves using not your hands..." Weiss trailed off, positioning herself over Pyrrha's leg until she straddled it between her thighs. The heiress letting all her weight rest on the redhead's toned leg, the hot lips of her needy pussy pressing against her flesh, twitching with need. "B-But your very own... body." She said the last part quietly under her breath.

Pyrrha's breath hitched as she felt Weiss' slick heat pressing against her thigh. The heiress was trembling, her entire body alight with desperate need, and yet she still tried to maintain some semblance of control.

Oh, this was just too good.

"I see..." Pyrrha purred, shifting just enough to give Weiss better leverage. "And how exactly does this kind of massage work, Weiss~?"

"U-Umm..." Weiss fumbled, truth be told she did know of a massage like this but wasn't sure if it was actually real or not. No time like the present to test it out. "F-First you take a position like so..." She made up on the fly, tensing up her thighs around Pyrrha's leg, once it was securely lodged between her creamy thighs, the heiress started to shift them about in an off rhythm. "Th-Then... you use your own body to massage the others."*

Pyrrha let out a gasp as Weiss attempted to demonstrate her so-called technique. The heiress' movements were clumsy at first, her thighs squeezing and releasing Pyrrha's leg in an uneven rhythm, her hips rocking forward in little aborted thrusts.

"Mmm… fascinating~" Pyrrha murmured, her voice laced with amusement—and something far darker. She shifted again, this time deliberately flexing her thigh, pressing it more firmly against Weiss' dripping core.

To the heiress's extreme embarrassment, a passionate lust filled moan ended up escaping her lips once Pyrrha's thigh connected with her just as needy pussy lips. Normally Weiss could've kept herself in check, but with the biggest case of horny brain ever she found it next to impossible. Making the white-haired girl start squeezing Pyrrha's thigh tighter, making sure to try keep the rhythm up from earlier while also humping the Spartan's thigh, leaving it slicked with Weiss's pussy juices.

''Mmm...~'' Pyrrha purred. ''You sound lovely when you moan, Weiss~''

"Wh-What?" Weiss asked, out of all things she didn't expect that to get a compliment.

Pyrrha chuckled low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest as she turned her head just enough to meet Weiss' flustered gaze. "You heard me," she murmured, her emerald eyes dark with amusement—and something far more heated. "Your voice is… intoxicating when you let go like that."

Just like that, her thighs tightened around the leg they were holding close. Until now, she never could've believed such words would escape Pyrrha's mouth given the interactions the heiress had with her. Still, Weiss couldn't help but like it, not only for the tone the Spartan was taking with her but for the fact she was able to see such a side of her to begin with.

"I-I... see..." Weiss responded, not really knowing what else to say to something like that. Though, she wasn't about to let the compliment go unappreciated, so she decided to kick things up.

Shuffling herself forward a bit, Weiss gently lowered herself down. Squishing her small perky breasts into Pyrrha's back while the redhead's ass was pressed against the heiress's stomach. After taking a moment to calm down, the white-haired girl started to move her chest around in circles on the redhead's back, her nipples steadily starting to harden more and more from the small sparks of pleasure they got.

Pyrrha let out a soft, breathy moan as Weiss' bare chest pressed flush against her back, the heiress' pert nipples dragging against her oil-slicked skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her own arousal flaring hotter between her thighs.

"Mmm…~" she hummed, arching into the contact. "Now that's a technique I've never experienced before."

Her smirk widened as she felt Weiss' breath hitch against her shoulder, the Schnee's hips still grinding absently against her thigh. ''Though, I'm hardly opposed to this method~''

"I-I'm... happy to hear... such feedback..." Weiss's words came out incredibly awkward, it wasn't hard to see why with how much she was holding back the symphony of moans she was keeping at by. The more the heiress rubbed her crush's back with her breasts, the more it got harder to ignore the jolts of pleasure that surged through her petite chest.

Cue more biting down of her lower lip and taking in quick sharp gasps every time her chest was squished down on Pyrrha's toned back. It was probably more then obvious Pyrrha knew what was going on in Weiss's mind, but the heiress couldn't help but still hold on to the Schnee pride she had.

''Mmm...~ As good as this feels... I think we can make it even better, Weiss.''

"R-Really?" Weiss stopped in her tracks, giving Pyrrha an eye of curiosity. "How so?"

Pyrrha's smirk turned downright sinful as she shifted beneath Weiss, rolling onto her back in one smooth motion. The movement sent her full breasts bouncing slightly, her toned abdomen flexing as she settled against the table. The candlelight caught the sheen of oil still glistening on her skin, highlighting every curve of her sculpted body.

"Well," Pyrrha purred, stretching her arms above her head in a way that made her large chest rise enticingly, "if you're really committed to giving me the full Schnee massage experience…" She trailed a hand lazily down her stomach, her fingers just barely skimming the swell of her hip. "...then I think it's only fair you don't neglect my front, don't you agree~?"

"Th-That is a very... uhh... good point you raise... Pyrrha..." Weiss agreed, showing no resistance to it at all. In spite of how much it made her embarrassment spike up, the heiress wasn't about to a let a chance like this slip through her fingers.

Not sparing a single second, she quickly got to work pleasing the Spartan. Inching herself up even more, she pressed her own oiled up tits against Pyrrha's, moving herself about in circles. Unlike with before, the pleasure she felt from doing such a thing was far more amazing, feeling the redhead's own hardened nipples flicking against her own sent incredible shocks of stimulation that coursed through her whole entire body, and it was something that she craved more of.

"Oh~ Weiss...~!" Pyrrha said after a particularly loud moan, her voice dripping with approval as she arched into the contact. The Spartan warrior was head over heels for it, loving the way the heiress' small but perky breasts sliding against her own. The oil made their skin glide effortlessly, every movement sending sparks of pleasure straight to Pyrrha's already throbbing core.

Her hands, which had been resting at her sides, now lifted to grip Weiss' hips, guiding her into a slow, rhythmic pattern.

"Mmm... just like that," Pyrrha encouraged with breathy moans in-between. "Gods, this feels amazing~''

"Your body is incredible, Pyrrha~" Weiss happily moaned, any attempts to preserve her pride well and truly abandoned to fully embrace the pleasure that came with the massage. It was evident given how much the heiress now started to openly moan, even if they were soft and under her breath for the most part.

Though their volume increased even more when she squished her breasts down even more onto Pyrrha's. This time though, it had the very nice effect of keeping their nipples trapped against one another, letting the heiress and the Spartan experience shock after shock of pleasure once Weiss had begun moving upper body around in circles once more.

''Oh—! Weiss~! Gods~!" Pyrrha's moans grew loud and wanton, her back arching off the table as she tangled her fingers in the heiress' snow-white hair, pulling her down even closer. The sensation was overwhelming and the redhead didn't want that to stop any time soon.

Her hands slid down Weiss' toned back, grabbing and silently begging the heiress for more as their lust-riddled eyes locked gazes.

With how needy the girls were, it was to no surprise that Weiss smiled at her with a pervy glint in her eyes. The little act on Pyrrha's tits continued on for a little bit longer before the heiress decided to up her game. Slowly, she began to work her way down Pyrrha's oiled up body, still making circles around the Spartan's flesh.

That lasted up until she finally moved down enough so that her head was buried in her chest. Weiss was still moving her chest from shifting her body left and right while her started to nuzzle against the redhead's globes of flesh, her tongue sneaking out to lick the underside of Pyrrha's boobs. The hot wriggling muscle going in for quick licks before dragging her tongue along the underside of it for a moment and swiftly swapping back to change up its routine.

Pyrrha gasped, her fingers tightening in Weiss' hair as the heiress' tongue traced slow, teasing paths along the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Each flick sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her back arching off the table as she bit her lip to stifle another moan—only to fail spectacularly.

"W-Weiss—!" she choked out, her voice trembling with need. "Y-You—ah!—you're getting—mmph!—very into this massage~!"

"It's important..." Weiss paused, giving another lick to the underside of her right tit. "That you put in..." She took another pause, this time giving the left boob a slow longer lick. "Your best effort~"

Not content with just licking anymore Weiss decided to go in for more, starting by bringing her hands up to Pyrrha's well oiled tits and giving each of them a nice soft squeeze that felt equal parts pleasurable and relaxing. To the Spartan's delight she didn't let up, continuing with fondling her chest, the heiress either grabbing large handfuls of Pyrrha's chest or focusing on quick tiny squeezes in certain areas that gave pleasurable tingles.

However… Pyrrha wasn't content with just being a bottom.

''Your best effort, hm?''

With a growl that was more playful than threatening, Pyrrha suddenly gripped Weiss' shoulders and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion.

"Wh-What are you doing, Pyrrha?" Weiss couldn't help but feel a little cautious, throughout the entire massage the Spartan had been laying there and taking it. The fact she turned the tables on her was something she didn't expect to happen.

Pyrrha loomed over her, her emerald eyes dark with pure lust for the Schnee Heiress.

"You've been very thorough with your massage, Weiss," Pyrrha purred. "But I think it's time I returned the favor, don't you? After all, you look so adorably pent up right now~''

The heiress's pupils shrunk a bit while her cheeks became a shade darker. Many attempts were made by her to form words but she floundered them every single time, she was in too much awe to even say anything. Weiss was in too much horny shock to even protest against the Spartan's efforts. who showed no signs of stopping what she was about to do.

Pyrrha couldn't help but smirk as she took in Weiss' flustered expression—those wide, ice-blue eyes, the way her lips parted slightly in shock, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breath hitched. The heiress was utterly adorable when she was caught off guard, and Pyrrha intended to savor every second of it.

With a lick of her lips and deliberate slowness, Pyrrha lowered her head, her crimson hair cascading over Weiss' pale skin as she dragged her tongue in a slow, teasing stripe up the curve of the Schnee's small but perky breast.

A cute and adorable mewl ended up escaping from the heiress as a result of Pyrrha's tongue gliding across the flesh of her tit. With how cute the noise was that Weiss let out, it was to no surprise that the redhead kept up with her antics, swirling her tongue around to make the heiress squirm and moan under her hold.

Of course, Pyrrha wasn't just gonna stop there, hearing all the adorable noises Weiss was making only made the Spartan warrior double up on her teasing. First starting by putting her lips over the heiress's erect nipple and taking the stiff piece of flesh into her mouth, giving the nub a nice soft suckle where her tongue started to circle around it.

It had the exact effect Pyrrha was looking for, with the way Weiss cried out in pure sexual bliss and arched her back so fast the redhead was worried for a moment she might get thrown off. Luckily that didn't happen, which left her all to happy to continue with her teasing of the Schnee girl, now bringing her other hand up to Weiss's unoccupied breast and giving the nice soft glob of flesh a quick gentle squeeze that was followed by her lightly pinching the other hardened nipple.

Pyrrha couldn't help the smug satisfaction that curled in her chest as Weiss writhed beneath her. The sound of her moans alone was driving Pyrrha crazy, but the sight of her in such an indecent state, flushed, shaking and moaning like a desperate whore, was what truly drove her arousal to new levels. The heat between her inner thighs was so potent it was starting to drip onto the table.

But it wasn't enough for the redhead. She wanted more of Weiss. She wanted her to be as close as possible.

Thus, she began to act.

Sliding one of her hands under Weiss' waist, she earned a surprised yelp from the Heiress when she pulled her up. The pair sat on their knees now, and Pyrrha didn't waste any time in focusing back on Weiss' chest. Her tongue eagerly slid all over Weiss' oiled up tits, while the hand wrapped around her waist slid down to grope her cute ass.

"Oooh, Pyrrha~!" *Weiss cried out, the Spartan's relentless pleasure assault on her chest spiking her horniness up to new levels.

With their new position they took, it offered easier access to their other intimate areas. Case in point, the Schnee girl's ass that the redhead was eagerly toying with, running her hand over the flesh of her rear and enjoying how smooth Weiss's skin felt. Not to mention how great it felt when she took a large handful of her ass and gave it a nice big squeeze which got an adorable squeak out of the heiress.

Pyrrha chuckled darkly against Weiss' skin, her lips trailing up the column of the heiress' throat before capturing her in a searing kiss. The sudden contact made Weiss gasp, her body melting against Pyrrha's as their tongues tangled as Pyrrha easily dominated her mouth.

When they finally broke apart, both girls were panting heavily as a strand of saliva broke apart between them. Pyrrha's emerald eyes burned with hunger as she gazed down at Weiss, her hands still roaming possessively over the heiress' trembling form.

"You're adorable when you're flustered," Pyrrha murmured, her voice husky with need. Weiss trembled beneath her, yelping when she grabbed her ass and gave it a good spank. "But I believe it's time to stop delaying the inevitable." Pyrrha said slowly, as her fingers traced teasingly down Weiss' stomach.

Just like that, Weiss's eyes widened once again, the instant realization hitting her of where Pyrrha was guiding her hand. Before she even had the chance to protest, Weiss soon felt two fingers pressing against her thoroughly drenched pussy lips, prompting the Schnee girl to emit a noise that was a cross between a moan and a needy whine.

Smirking to herself, Pyrrha started to rub Weiss's dripping honeypot, sending all kinds of jolts and sparks shooting up her spine. With how needy Pyrrha made her through all her teasing, be it inadvertently or not, it was to no surprise how much she was welcoming the Spartan's touch, either by openly moaning or humping against her fingers that still continued to rub away at her pussy.

Pyrrha's smirk deepened as she felt Weiss' hips buck against her fingers, the heiress' desperate movements only fueling her own arousal. The scent of Weiss' need was intoxicating, and the slick heat coating her fingers made it impossible to resist diving in deeper.

"Mmm… someone's eager," Pyrrha purred, her breath hot against Weiss' ear as she dragged her fingers through the Schnee's soaked folds, teasing her entrance without quite pushing inside. "Has a woman ever touched you like this before?"

"Oooooooooh~!" Weiss moaned, bucking her hips more onto Pyrrha's fingers to make her digits go deeper inside her. "N-No... y-you're... m-my first..." She managed to get out right as the Spartan reeled her fingers back and thrusted them back inside the needy rich girl before her, instantly feeling Weiss's walls spasm and clamping down around her digits. Almost as if her pussy wanted to keep them inside her at all costs, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Pyrrha: "Is that so?" Pyrrha murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Weiss' ear. "Then I'll make sure to take very good care of you, Schnee~"

Pyrrha's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, curling inside Weiss' tight, dripping heat as her thumb circled the heiress' swollen clit.

Weiss's legs instinctively twitched inward for a moment upon feeling the pleasurable shock radiate through her petite body. The sensation being accompanied by a long drawn out moan courtesy of the heiress.

Through the whole ordeal, Weiss didn't cease with her humping, now doing it in tandem with Pyrrha's fingers to ensure they went deeper. Even though she was having a hard time keeping that up with how badly the stimulation was wreaking havoc on her body, her nipples became harder then ever before, while her extra needy clit throbbed with need. Practically begging for the Spartan to keep on touching her.

Fortunately for the Schnee girl, the redhead didn't stop. Managing to keep up both her fingering and her stroking of Weiss's clit, two actions that drove the heiress wild. Pyrrha could tell from how much her pink walls were clamping down hard on her digits, milking them for all the pleasure they were worth, meanwhile her thumb kept tracing circles around her clit. The digit grazing the swollen nub, combined with the fingers still steadily pumping into her, sent greater shockwaves of pleasure shooting through the heiress.

Weiss's breath hitched as Pyrrha's fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that sent another jolt of ecstasy rippling through her. Her back arched, pressing her chest flush against Pyrrha's as a desperate whimper escaped her lips. The heiress could feel her thighs trembling, her body teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm.

Pyrrha easily noticed, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You're close, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice dripping with affection as her fingers thrust deeper, her thumb circling faster, firmer, coaxing out every last moan from Weiss. "I certainly wouldn't mind taking the virginity of the prim and proper Schnee Heiress, so by all means. Show me your face when you orgasm."

Judging by how much the heiress's pussy lips were quivering, Pyrrha was going to be getting her wish very very soon. It wasn't even just her lower folds anymore, Weiss's whole body was going wild with the stimulation the Spartan warrior assaulted her with, the small frame of hers writhing and squirming under her grasp while her fingers continued to go to town on her pussy.

"O-Oh, Pyrrha~!" Weiss screamed, her back arching harder while the walls of her needy cunt kept squeezing hard on the redhead's digits. Pyrrha's masterful fingers beginning to quicken their pace at her glistening folds, splashing her juices all over the massage table and the redhead's fingers and hands.

It was only a matter of time until the heiress finally reached her limit, pussy convulsing violently around her friend's digits while a scream that was etched in complete sexual bliss came out from Weiss. It honestly made her grateful they were the only two people at the Schnee cabin, especially as they would've come charging in on the sight Weiss Schnee currently squirting out a stream of her love fluids all over the massage table, moaning like a wanton whore as she rode out the most incredible sensation she had ever felt in her whole life.

Pyrrha didn't let up in the slightest, her fingers still pumping slowly, drawing out every last drop Weiss' climax. Only when Weiss' moans turned into dry gasps did Pyrrha finally withdraw her fingers, bringing them to her lips with a confident smirk while Weiss panted beneath her, her modest chest rising and falling with every breath.

"Mm, what an exquisite sight~" Pyrrha purred, before sucking on her fingers to lap up the Heiress' juices. "And an equally exquisite taste~"

NEW

For a moment Weiss said nothing and focused entirely on catching her breath over what she just experienced... and the fact it was Pyrrha of all people who gave it to her.

"P-Pyrrha... I... I... wow..." Weiss finally managed to form words, chest still heaving all the while. "That... that felt... incredible~"

Pyrrha chuckled, her emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction as her gaze shamelessly roamed over Weiss' glistening, trembling form.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Pyrrha murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss against Weiss' forehead. "I must admit, I didn't expect it to be so fun to tease you, Schnee~"

"Fun to tease a Schnee huh?" Weiss remarked, her breath finally being caught and her mind a lot clearer thanks to the orgasm. "Perhaps you can let me know something else?"

There was a pause taken by the Schnee girl who got up and out of Pyrrha's hold. There was no time for the Spartan to ask Weiss what she was up to before she felt a firm hold on her wrists. Quickly, the redhead looked down where her emerald gaze saw a glyph around her wrist, another quick glance at her other wrist revealed the exact same sight where Pyrrha pieced things together.

This was the work of the Schnee family Semblance, no question about it.

"Like say..." Weiss started back up again and faced Pyrrha, a smirk of her own plastered all over her face. "What a Nikos is like when they're teased~?"

"O-Oh...' Pyrrha's eyes widened slightly as the glyphs tightened around her wrists, pinning them effortlessly to the massage table. The sudden shift in power sent her confidence down a hole in an instant, now filled with nervous anticipation since she had no ide what Weiss had in mind for her.

By instinct, Pyrrha tested the restraints with a subtle flex of her arms. The glyphs held firm, which meant she was well and truly the Heiress' plaything for the time being, and the Heiress was shamelessly ogling her sculpted body all the while.

Perhaps... She may have pushed Weiss too far.

"Now... where to begin~?" Weiss purred, clearly enjoying her turn to tease Pyrrha a little too much. That fact was made even more evident from the hungry look she had while her icy blue eyes ate up the sight of the Spartan's restrained body.

"I know, how about I start here~?" The heiress kept on purring, inching herself closer where her small hands were planted on Pyrrha's toned stomach. Weiss took a moment to admire the work the redhead no doubt took to keep her form in the condition it was, but she felt she had done enough of that already with the message from earlier. Now it was time to take a step further, seeing as how the Spartan was at her mercy.

Seductively giggling to herself, she glided her hands upwards until they were met with Pyrrha's oiled up tits once more, her slender digits sinking in to the soft flesh of her boobs where she relished in the sensation. It wasn't before long that any sense of restraint Weiss had was tossed out the window, deciding to go all in with the fondling. Groping large handfuls of Pyrrha's fleshy globes, kneading the Spratan's breasts like they were dough.

Pyrrha's breath hitched as Weiss' hands roamed freely over her body, her fingers kneading and squeezing with a boldness that sent heat pooling between her thighs.

"O-Oh—!"

A soft gasp escaped her lips as Weiss' thumbs brushed over her stiffened nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks with deliberate strokes. The contrast between Weiss' delicate fingers and the firmness of her touch was intoxicating, and Pyrrha couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down her spine. "Mmm...~!"

"You can be louder than that~" Weiss teased, ceasing her groping entirely and gliding her fingers over to Pyrrha's rock hard nipples. Without much fanfare, the heiress took the stiff pieces of flesh into her digits, giving them a light pinch that instantly made shocks of pleasure surge through the redhead's bountiful chest.

"We're the only two people here, you can scream and shout as much as you like~" The heiress whispered to her, giving the two nipples in her grip a harsher pinch to draw out more noises from the Spartan.

Pyrrha's back arched off the table as Weiss' fingers twisted her nipples, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain, sending sparks of heat straight to her already throbbing core. Her emerald eyes locked onto Weiss' smug expression as she bit her lip—hard—to stifle another moan.

"Mmm…~" Pyrrha exhaled shakily, her hips shifting restlessly against the table. She would have started fingering herself right there if her hands weren't bound, and that only served to frustrate the pent up warrior.

"Oh this is too much fun~" Weiss deviously thought, there was something about seeing the invincible Pyrrha squirm underneath someone that just riled the heiress up like nothing else. "But should I give it to her? Hmm... not yet, I think I ought to enjoy this a bit longer~"

With that thought in mind, Weiss quickly changed up her tactics and stopped teasing Pyrrha's tits. When the stimulation came to an abrupt end, the Spartan nearly whined for her attention back but wasn't even given the chance to before she soon felt the heiress plant her mouth over one of her hardened nipples and give it a strong suck. The act promptly got a loud cry out from her classmate that quickly got followed up with Weiss swirling her tongue around the hardened nub.

Pyrrha's breath came in ragged gasps as Weiss' mouth worked wonders on her sensitive nipple, her tongue swirling and flicking with a skill that made the Spartan's toes curl. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body, and she couldn't suppress the desperate whimpers that escaped her lips as Weiss continued to tease her.

She couldn't fight back in her state or do anything against Weiss, forcing the Spartan to just take it as she moaned and squirmed.

"AAAH~!... A-And I thought the boys ... OOOH~!... w-were bad in Beacon... Nnngh~!" Pyrrha bit her lip, straining as Weiss tugged on her nipples.

The heiress didn't let up on her teasing, instead only redoubling her efforts further. Her tongue kept flicking away at the nipple in her mouth, sending sharp shocks of pleasure coursing through the redhead's breast that steadily started to turn her into a moaning mess. She even upped the ante further by gently nibbling on the stiff piece of flesh, giving the Spartan a whole other kind of sensation to experience.

"...Pyrrha..." Weiss moaned, moving in closer to the redhead's body while her hands started to explore her some more. "...You're so incredible..." She mumbled some more.

Meanwhile her hands wasted no time in roaming to every nook and cranny of the Spartan's body. The first area to get attention was Pyrrha's toned back, Weiss's small hands being softly planted, admiring the toned flesh before she started to move her hands in a circular motion, relishing in the firm sensation. That continued on for a few more moments once the heiress had her fill and gently drifted her hands down her back until she was finally met with the Spartan's firm rear that she promptly gave a nice big squeeze, sinking her slender digits deep into the flesh of her classmate's rear cheeks.

"OH~!" Pyrrha gasped, the sudden grip to her rear cheeks actually making her jolt up as she glanced at Weiss. "P-Pervert... Mmm...~!"

"Oh that's rich coming from the girl who was relentlessly teasing me." Weiss playfully rebuked, having finally stopped licking her nipples before she started to move her tongue all around Pyrrha's chest once she got her remark in. Her hands still plenty busy with fondling the Spartan's ass to her heart's content.

Pyrrha's breath hitched as Weiss' tongue traced slow, teasing paths across her chest, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her collarbone. The heiress' hands kneaded her rear with a possessiveness that sent heat pooling low in Pyrrha's belly, her hips shifting restlessly against the table.

"P-Pot, kettle... Oooh~" Pyrrha said through her moans, as Weiss kisses trailed lower and lower.

The Schnee girl smirked harder to herself at seeing how much Pyrrha was melting into her touch, it truly was a sight to behold and one she wanted to make sure was saved to her memory. Seeing as how she had no reason to slow down, Weiss continued on with her little act, moving further down the redhead's body until she was greeted with the sight of Pyrrha's toned abs.

Licks her lips in a hungry way, Weiss didn't spare a single second before she dove back into worshiping the Spartan's body. First starting by running her tongue up Pyrrha's abs and promptly dragging it back down, leaving a trail of glistening saliva where her tactics changed up and she started to glide her tongue around in circles on her classmate's body.

Pyrrha shuddered as Weiss' tongue traced the contours of her abs, the warm, wet sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The teasing was maddening—every flick of the heiress' tongue, every soft kiss pressed against her skin, only made the ache between her thighs grow more unbearable.

"W-Weiss..." Pyrrha quietly begged.

Chuckling to herself, Weiss moved away from Pyrrha's abs to shoot the Spartan a look where she saw the devious glint in the Schnee girl's eyes. "I think you're warmed up enough. Now it's time for the real show, wouldn't you agree~?"

Without even waiting for a response, Weiss's hands soon slid across Pyrrha's flesh and found the Spartan's pussy. All of the heiress's earlier teasing did just the job she was looking for, given how all the relentless teasing had made her crush's pussy drip with need so much to the point a little puddle of Pyrrha's fluids had pooled on the massage table. It also meant that Wiess's fingers slid in with complete ease, the heiress not going easy on her judging from how she started things off by sticking three of her fingers into the Spartan's pussy and quickly started to pump them away.

Pyrrha's back arched off the table as Weiss' fingers plunged into her without warning, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body, her inner walls clamping down around the heiress' slender digits in a desperate attempt to keep them buried inside her.

"O-Oh—! Weiss~!" Pyrrha gasped, her emerald eyes wide with shock—and undeniable arousal—as she stared down at the Schnee between her thighs. "G-Gods, yes~!"

"Somebody's been eager~" Weiss teased her, feeling all sorts of satisfied with herself that her teasing paid off.

Unknown to Pyrrha the heiress cooking up a special plan for her that would be unlike anything she had ever felt before.

In the meantime, Weiss continued to dedicate herself to giving Pyrrha as much stimulation as she could. The fingers of the heiress working in overtime, the digits going in and out of Pyrrha's needy hole, splashing out more of the girl's fluids and adding more to the Spartan's pool of arousal. To add even more onto the mountain of sensations she was already feeling, Weiss begun to plunge her fingers as far as they would go into Pyrrha, following it up with wiggling her fingers around inside of the Spartan, causing tiny pleasurable jolts to shoot through her pussy.

Pyrrha's entire body trembled as Weiss' fingers worked her with relentless precision, her hips bucking helplessly against the heiress' hand. Every movement sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body began to tense up.

It didn't help when Weiss started brushing her clitoris. Pyrrha tilted her head back, moaning to the high heavens and sticking her tongue out as Weiss drove her closer and closer to a mind-melting orgasm.

The heiress made sure to keep a close eye on Pyrrha, she likely only had one shot at doing her little scheme and she was not about to miss it. "Nearly there, just need to keep a closer her eye on her~"

That little thought placed in her head, Weiss kept up her little act just a bit longer. Which consisted of her relentlessly fingerbanging Pyrrha like there was no tomorrow, and tracing circles around the girl's throbbing needy clit. She of course made sure to graze it with her finger, something that drove the Spartan even more wild, seeing as how she was humping against Weiss's fingers even harder then when the redhead was touching her.

Pyrrha was teetering on the edge, her body trembling, her moans growing louder and more desperate by the. She didn't even care about the indecent noises coming from her mouth or the humiliating face she was making. Her mind was so lost in lust that nothing mattered beyond her orgasm.

"Oh gods, oh gods, OH GODS OH GODS OH GODS~!" Pyrrha balled her hands into fists, her toes curled up and her body began to seize. Her orgasm was only seconds away.

"Gotcha~" Weiss deviously thought, finally ready to enact her plan at long last.

Right from under the Schnee girl, one of her Glyphs appeared but it was noticeably different, resembling that of a clock, the hands of the clock spinning around rapidly that ended up enveloping Weiss with a yellowish white aura. The heiress was now fully ready to enact her pleasurable... but very devious plan~

With her Time Dilation activated, the white-haired girl promptly began thrusting her fingers into Pyrrha's pussy at an insanely fast rate. The juices from the Spartan warrior now splashing all over the place from how quick Weiss's digits were now going, the whole while a giant smirk appeared on Weiss's face as she checked to see how Pyrrha was facing against the rapid onslaught of pleasure.

For Pyrrha, it was as if time itself had stopped—one moment, she was teetering on the edge of climax, and the next, a tidal wave of pleasure crashed into her all at once. Her pussy clenched violently around Weiss' fingers, her walls spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her body.

But Weiss didn't stop.

The Schnee heiress smirked as she watched Pyrrha's body convulse beneath her, her fingers still pistoning in and out of the Spartan's slick heat at an inhuman pace. The Time Dilation Glyph allowed her to push Pyrrha far beyond what any normal person could endure—each thrust sent another shock of pleasure through the redhead's body, each one stacking on top of the last until Pyrrha was nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess.

One orgasm.

Then another.

Then another.

Pyrrha couldn't even scream anymore. Her voice was raw, her body writhing uncontrollably as Weiss ruthlessly milked orgasm after orgasm from her. The Spartan's vision blurred, her mind going blank as pleasure consumed her entirely, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Weiss ravaged her.

Mercifully, Weiss did stop after Pyrrha's big five chain orgasm. She would've gone on for longer but the heiress was legitimately worried about potentially overwhelming her crush with too much pleasure to the point of breaking her mind.

After a bit of focus, Weiss dispelled her Glyph and returned herself to normal. An aura of smugness about her as she spoke to Pyrrha.

"Well~? What did you think, Pyrrha~?" Weiss waited for a response but didn't get one. "...Ummm... Pyrrha?"

Weiss never got a response, Pyrrha's body fell limp on the massage table, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. Her eyes were closed as tiny, breathless whimpers escaped her. A thin sheen of sweat coated her flushed skin,

... Oh, she passed out.

"Oooooooooh... dear..." Weiss breathed out with clear worry in her voice. "...I hope she won't be too upset when she wakes up..."