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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132760 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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A/N: Thank you for everyone and their patience. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and New Year’s. Sorry I couldn’t get this chapter out on time as present to you all. I’ve had a lot of commissions stealing my time as of late and I actually had a lot of trouble with Glynda’s personality and I’ve actually had to rewrite a good portion of this story a few times. But, ultimately, I’m still glad I took the time to tweak things until they were up to my standards. I’d rather deliver a good chapter late than shove something out that no one will enjoy on time.
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Chapter 10
Girl(s): Ruby, Glynda.
Tag(s): Peeping, public climax, groping, fingering.
Words: 12,539
When Jaune first stepped into the empty locker, he was nearly bouncing with excitement at the prospect of unleashing his new-found power. And when his semblance switched off and time was allowed to flow, he’d quickly quieted his mind to reach for the intangible substance of his aura to pour towards his blonde-haired target. And everything had been going exactly as planned! At least… until he’d heard his name. At which point, any attempt at concentration had quickly failed.
What followed could only be described as pure and simple eavesdropping. Pressing his ear against the metal grate, he was lucky enough to just make out his friend’s voices over the buzz of the rest of the room, if only barely. Blake especially, what with her constantly measured tone, had turned out to be a challenge to make out. That said, as they’d both stood up and unknowingly approached his locker, any confusion over their topic had quickly vanished as Yang announced her possible feelings for none other than himself.
There had been other clues he’d managed to catch, all of which he’d dismissed immediately in his usual Jaune-esque fashion.
‘Wait, are they talking about me? Nah.’
‘Did Blake say something about going after me? That… probably just means Yang’s excited about our fight. Probably…?’
‘Hold on, d-did Yang say she thought I was cool?! No way, she must have just meant the other super awesome and impossible sparring match that I… didn’t notice.’
Until finally, he’d heard the words that no amount of low self-esteem and obliviousness could explain away. Leaving him to sit in his locker, a shocked expression etched in his brow as he accepted the fact that Yang… liked him.
“Or, at least might like me,” he forced himself to amend. But that was still way further than he’d ever imagined himself getting with the blonde young woman. Arguably the most beautiful woman in their school and objectively the sexiest. And he hadn’t even had to use his powers on her! At least, not in a way he was consciously aware of. So, the fact that she was suddenly considering him as a possible boyfriend was fairly shocking, to say the least. But in a very, very incredible way.
He’d gone into the locker room in the hopes of finding a new woman who he liked enough to use his powers on. He’d never thought that he might find one who was already interested in him, though! And especially not Yang…
Yeah, she seemed like she was still a little on the fence. But considering his power? There were few better places she could be for him to sway to his side. If she wanted the right mood, he was fairly sure it was within his capabilities to create such a situation.
Jaune’s cheeks actually hurt from how wide his smile had grown. She was an… incredible girl, after all.
Bold, seemed the most polite way to phrase her unique approach to life. Not to mention as blunt and as explosive as the weapons she carried into battle. But where he’d seen her hot-headed and uncaring for people who didn’t concern her, he’d also had the chance to see her just as gentle and even maternal fussing over her little sister.
She was the type of person who would always say how she felt, and who couldn’t even be bothered to lie. But who was also more complex than she ever wanted anyone to think. Unfortunately, the more Jaune realized just how great a girl Yang really was, old instincts inevitably reared their ugly head as he found himself doubting his own traits in comparison.
His smile slipped, becoming worried as he stared at the inside of his locker. After all, that type of girl, who wanted so much from life, seemed a little overwhelming at first. If they dated, if he was dating Yang Xiao Long, what kind of relationship could they hope to have together? Did that kind of thing even have a hope of lasting a week? Did he?
He might be able to use his powers to get her to date him for a bit. He might even be able to fool her into thinking whatever initial attraction she’d found in him was real. But wouldn’t she eventually get bored of a simple guy like him? For all her excitement and love of life, could he really hope to stand beside her? Or wasn’t that type of mismatch doomed to fail from the start…
If he’d asked himself these questions only a few days earlier, his answer probably would have been… no, as painful as that was to admit. Yang just wasn’t the type to be held back by anyone or thing that couldn’t keep up. She was too carefree to be bothered by something like that, which was something he actually admired about her.
Maybe not maturity, exactly, but there was definitely something almost untouchable about her that he would be lying if he said that it didn’t intimidate him a bit. Not unlike the very fire that mirrored her own semblance. She burned with a passion and heat likely to hurt anyone unprepared or stupid enough to approach without understanding what they were dealing with. Be it the way she fought, the way she loved, or the way she laughed, she took everything to the extreme.
But whereas before, he could never have imagined himself as her equal, the distance between them didn’t seem as wide now as it once had, he was surprised to remember with a much slower but hopeful grin.
He wasn’t scared of the world anymore. He wasn’t this weight that needed to be carried by everyone else on his team. He was strong, he could fight back now, and, more importantly, he was actually starting to show the confidence he’d pretended to have since he’d started Beacon. There were still a few lingering doubts and insecurities, but those would only shrink in time as he embraced the fact that he truly belonged at Beacon and with the group of friends he’d somehow managed to make.
So… yes, he decided. As surprising as it was to admit, Jaune could finally say that he saw himself as the type of guy that a girl could like. Perhaps not the greatest compliment in the world. But it was still a large step for the once small and pitiful young man he’d been.
He wanted to try. And that made all the difference. He wanted to take the initiative for once, no matter how dangerous Yang’s flames. And maybe it was because of that risk that he suddenly felt so driven to test himself, to at least see if they were compatible before giving up without even trying. But also because… part of him felt that if they did work out, if Yang did decide she liked him, she would make for an incredible girlfriend. One that, given time, well… who knows?
He could easily see her with a family down the road. The way she cared about Ruby was almost too motherly at times not to see her with an actual child at some point in her life.
Jaune was blushing before he realized how he’d started thinking about his friend’s sister. And how ahead of himself he’d let his mind wander. There was a lot about her that seemed negative at first. But there were perks to being loved by someone like that. And if things went positively, well, at least he could say with a certain amount of confidence that he would never have a boring life as long as she was in it.
Did he like Yang? He’d never even allowed himself to entertain the possibility. But could he like Yang? Easily. Probably more easily than he’d ever dared hoped until it figuratively slapped him in the face.
Jaune knew the decision had been made before he actually settled on anything. He wasn’t going to shoot himself down before she ever had the chance. Not again. He wouldn’t let himself stay as that week and cowardly self.
The next chance he got, he would do his best to sway her decision towards giving them a chance. And with any luck… he might just not fuck it up.
See? He was more confident already.
‘And if things don’t end with a happily ever after… eh, I’ll still probably get the chance to have sex with her,’ The errant thought seemed to come of its own volition, although Jaune couldn’t find it in himself to deny the consolation. He was still a teenage boy after all. And even if this venture didn’t end with wedding bells, he was more than happy to enjoy every step leading up to whatever else lurked around the corner.
Jaune felt assured in his decision and was already looking forward to finding an opportunity to enact his plan. However, that didn’t change the fact that he was currently still locked in a locker in the woman’s showers. Something he immediately remembered as soon as a towel-clad huntress meandered across his field of vision, opening the locker right across from his own before she allowed the damp cloth wrapped around her body to drop. Suddenly his limited view was filled with naked, toned flesh and a pert backside demanding his attention.
For a moment, Jaune actually tried to remind himself that he’d just settled on trying to woo Yang. That said, another voice was quick to remind him that they technically weren’t even dating yet. And just because he’d finished browsing didn’t mean he couldn’t window shop a little bit longer. Heck, he hadn’t even made it to the showers before he’d stumbled on the nest of his friends! Surely it couldn’t hurt to finish his lap around the room before heading off to his meeting with Goodwitch?
As if he needed convincing. Soon, the room and the world itself was once again consumed by his semblance allowing him to finally step out of his hiding place.
The sound of conversation and hissing showers were suddenly cut short. Free to roam in a room of naked beauties, Jaune couldn’t help the new smile that formed on his face, this one much less pure than when he’d been thinking about his future girlfriend. He set off with impossible ease to once again explore the maze of lockers and women, making sure to appreciate every single view as they passed.
Unfortunately, Jaune would quickly realize that the forest of naked women had quickly shrunk in the time he’d spent tucked away in his metal cupboard. Much less anyone still in the middle of changing. Which... made sense when he remembered how long he’d spent messing around. All of this jumping in and out of time made it hard to keep track of how much time had passed for the rest of the school. The next class was probably just around the corner, and everyone was in a hurry to get going.
Of course, this disappointment only lasted as long as it took him to make his way over towards the showers, his last resort and one that paid out as soon as his eyes washed over the number of naked huntresses unlucky enough to still be on their way to their clothes when Jaune came upon them.
There wasn’t a lot of them. But of the few young women still hanging around the back of the room, Jaune was very pleased to find all of them looked fresh and flushed right out of their own shower – and even more importantly, all completely nude. Some of them had enough modesty to wrap a towel around their naked figures as they managed their shower supplies or stood around with their friends, but the majority seemed comfortable enough to let it all hang out, backs straight and arms at their sides. And Jaune had to say; it was a new kind of thrill seeing their skin so wet and glistening while their hair hung heavily around their vacant expressions.
If he had the time, he would have enjoyed taking a moment to physically appreciate the wide variety of figures available, but he resigned himself to a liberal viewing. Even if he had all the time in the world, he didn’t have all the aura in the world, and he was surprised to find himself somewhat drained after class, his first foray into the locker, and then his experiments.
It was a… strange sensation, and he might be imagining it, but he could almost swear it was getting a little bit harder to move his limbs. But finding his attention drawn towards a particularly daring young woman who’s bent over figure pushed her backside high into the air, Jaune decided he was probably still safe enough to think about the issue later lest his afternoon fun get interrupted.
And it was fun. There weren’t any striking beauties to draw his attention, but there was something to be said about being literally surrounded by ten odd naked women. Besides, even the average huntress was still about a thousand times more beautiful than anyone he’d grown up with in his small town.
Oh, how far he’d come.
Eventually, he finally found himself making his way towards the showers themselves, only to be very surprised by what he saw.
Class quickly approaching, there were even fewer girls still in the shower. Finding the stall walls to be delightfully short, he didn’t even need to push aside the plastic curtain to see whoever was inside.
Peeking at one girl rinsing shampoo out of her hair, the white soap pouring down her body was especially striking in Jaune’s frozen world. It and the water clung to her shape like a picture, making the view of her offered breasts even more appealing.
The next stall allowed him a similar view, this time of a dark-skinned backside. And in the next, the girl inside had already shut the water off, about to step outside. Jaune continued like this, enjoying each girl as they came like an exhibit in a zoo or art house until he found something especially intriguing.
Without bothering to look up, Jaune’s eyes widened seeing the young woman who seemed to be in the middle of something much more intimate than a simple shower. One hand poised between her legs and the other cradling a single, well-sized breast, he could even see her skin blushing an unusually vivid red. And while a little on the short side, Jaune couldn’t help but admire what could only be described as an impressive figure.
‘There was a girl like this in class?’ Jaune’s idle thought flashed for the barest moment. A thought he would quickly regret as soon as he realized just who he was looking at.
His eyes traveled up her body slowly, an idiotic smile on his face as he enjoyed the fact that he got to see something so rarely intimate. Only to suddenly freeze as a familiar bob of red-tinged brunette locks peeked into view. Whatever arousal that had been welling up inside his chest quickly froze.
Ruby.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Jaune’s blue orbs widened comically as he looked at this young woman’s face for the first time. Eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent gasp, her features were oddly sexual in a way the blond boy had never seen on the younger girl’s face. It was only after warmth started to crawl up his cheeks that he realized his own embarrassment from the situation, even if Ruby couldn’t see that he’d caught her doing… that.
Not that he was one to judge, of course. It made sense. She was at that age, after all. Perfectly natural. Oum knows how often he’d indulged in himself when he’d been younger. Not that it had been easy in a house of 8 women. He couldn’t even count the number of times one of his sisters had just happened to barge in at the wrong moment, almost always resulting in some indignant rage on his part and mocking, but not cruel, laughter on theirs. That said, it was kind of interesting to be on the other side of that door for once. Even if part of him still couldn’t help but feel surprised at finding the seemingly pure young woman in such a position.
It was so easy to think of the younger girl as too innocent for such things. But that was more his mistake. She was as human as the rest of them, and it made sense she would have urges. Suddenly the warmth in his face increased, and he realized it might be time to wrap things up.
“I’ll just ah, leave you to it,” he spoke to the frozen statue of his friend. It was more for himself than anything. And his eye might have lingered a moment before he finally turned back around, once again taking a moment to consider the younger girl’s surprising… maturity.
Jaune started for the exit a very satisfied young man. He’d walked in with a purpose and was walking out with even more than his initial goal, the memories he’d made along the way only sweetening the experience. All he had left was to appear in the male locker, change out of his gear, and he could get started planning out how he was going to woo his fellow blonde.
Actually, hadn’t Glynda said something about a field trip tomorrow?
It certainly seemed like a good excuse to get Yang alone. There was even a chance some Grimm might show up. The perfect opportunity to show off once again, which seemed to have gotten her attention the first time. If she’d been impressed watching him play around with Carden, then just wait until she got an eyeful of his dashing figure slaying a Grimm in a single swing of his sword!
Or, at least, that was what it would look like to her. It certainly played romantically in his head. Yang was the kind of girl who respected strength. And he was more than happy to show off as much as she liked.
His idiotic grin only grew as he continued down the winding path of lockers. Part of him couldn’t help but muse on the fact that he was actually hoping for a Grimm attack, a mentality very different than what he was used to.
Unfortunately, his idle musing would be interrupted as he happened to roam by an unexpected picture. One that he didn’t even register until he’d already taken several steps past the lone figure hidden from the rest of the room. And stopping in his tracks, Jaune’s joyful expression slowly dropped into one of foreboding.
“Don’t do it,” he told himself, stubbornly refusing to turn around despite the temptation itching at his back. “Don’t you do it. Nothing good can come of you turning around right now. You’ve somehow managed to get away with all of this without getting caught. Do not push your luck!”
But of course, when it came to resisting his own perversions, he’d long since learned that such small things as morality and rational thinking could hardly sway his decisions. Which is why, despite knowing this would somehow come to bite him in the ass, Jaune still found himself slowly turning to find none other than Glynda Goodwitch standing along a well-hidden line of lockers with her top and skirt completely removed.
Underneath, a white bra far fancier than anything he’d seen on the women his age hugged the curves of her full breasts. Silk, lace, and a much thinner see-through material seemed to make up the most of the undergarment, giving a surprisingly feminine air from the usually cold and distant woman. And below, her pale complexion broke beneath the waistband of leggings that had been pulled up to her navel, a black stretchy fabric that molded to the shape of her full hips, thighs, and backside while remaining sheer enough to expose the equally fancy pair of white panties hiding the woman’s modesty.
His first reaction was to run. A natural and instinctual response born from his fear of this harsh older woman mixing with the… moral ambiguity of his current situation. If anyone was going to catch him, after all, he couldn’t think of anyone worse than Ms. Goodwitch herself. But he’d already long since understood the length of his power, and therefore forced himself to remember that the teacher couldn’t actually catch him in the act.
Knowledge that did surprisingly little for the sudden thumping in his chest. Nevertheless, be it the curiosity or his own damned stupidity, it still wasn’t enough to stop him from slowly creeping closer towards the half-naked woman.
Her nakedness once again drew his attention, his eyes drawn to the stained discarded clothes still marked by the impression of Cardin’s sweat and drool. Hands outstretched, the surprisingly dainty shapes of her fingers were already reaching for a replacement set nearly identical to the clothes the blonde teacher could usually be found wearing. Quickly, Jaune was reminded of his little finale and exactly how his show had ended. And it seemed like the teacher was smart enough to keep a change of clothes for just such a predicament.
“Guess you wanted to wait until most of the students were already gone,” Jaune mused out loud, slowly growing more confident as he dared another step in her direction. Suddenly, he was close enough to peek around her back to see her familiar expressionless features.
The sound of his heart in his ears picked up as he allowed his gaze to linger, drinking in the rare opportunity to actually stare at the beautiful older woman. Which was exactly what she was, Jaune noticed with a blush. For all the beauty he’d gotten to enjoy from these huntresses in training, all had been first-years, and all retained that youthful shine that most men preferred. That said, given a real chance to regard Glynda’s figure, Jaune felt some of his nerves giving way to something more appreciative.
His gaze slipped down from her face, getting his first real look at her breasts. The way she wore her clothing was strange in the way it displayed her feminine features while still coming off as conservative. Jaune could only wonder how many first-year young men had made the mistake of looking at the gap in her blouse when she could catch them.
Thankfully, he’d been both smart enough and cowardly enough to know better. The fact that Glynda scared the ever-loving crap out of him had certainly been a factor. But it was also why he found himself surprised at the generous shelf of cleavage contained in a sheer lace bra.
The creamy white complexion of her décolletage was fixed high onto her chest, the soft meat cradled in the cups of fabric. She was actually pretty stacked in the chest department. If not as big as Yang than certainly the closest Jaune had seen amongst the Beacon population. Although, she did have the benefit of being an adult. And that maturity certainly showed as his eyes drifted lower, following the tight curve of her toned waist until her figure suddenly ballooned outward into a pair of incredible hips than no simple teenager could ever naturally claim.
“You’re a lot less scary up close,” Jaune’s chuckle rang dry, especially considering the clear fear still on his face. But reaching out, he managed to place his hand against the woman’s naked shoulder with a surprising amount of courage.
He… wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. But finding his teacher half naked and with all the time in the world to admire her seemed too much to just walk away from. Another opportunity like this didn’t seem like the kind of thing that popped up regularly. And even more than that, he found his fear of the strict woman somehow making him even more curious about her softer aspects.
And she was soft. Surprisingly so as her warm skin tickled the tips of his fingers. The pleasurable sensation was enough to encourage him to trace a short path down the length of her arm all the way down to her elbow. Jaune’s face opened to allow a soft sigh to fall from his lips.
Despite his reassurances, part of him still actually expected her to jump up and scold him. As if there was no way his powers could overwhelm a woman as powerful as her. But it would seem even she couldn’t break out of his spell. And that, in of itself, only made Jaune’s enthusiasm for his current situation swell.
There was a different kind of pleasure in the act than the usual sexual thrill, no doubt an especially petulant reaction to catching the older woman so off guard when she seemed so impenetrable every other day of the year. But it would turn out she was as susceptible and soft as any other woman. A fact that stole much of the invulnerable, unfeeling mask she seemed so set on perpetuating.
A warmth started in his chest as he came to the realization. But it was one he found himself faced with again and again. As his own power grew, the skyscrapers he used to admire before were quickly cut down by reality.
It was at this moment Jaune was finally able to see the blonde professor as the woman she was. It was also the moment that a particularly devious thought happened to bubble to the front of his thoughts.
He never did get the chance to test this new power of his…
For the first time since walking out of the locker, Jaune’s eyes focused on the white sheen of his aura still coating the length of his body. A heartbeat later and his eyes turned back to Glynda’s, the green orbs still trained in front of her towards her locker. And suddenly, Jaune couldn’t help but tilt his head in a curious expression, honestly wondering how the teacher would look, face twisted with the pleasure he was capable of imprinting on her body.
Part of his aura was already emblazoned on a part of her, a thin and dim line along the length of her arm. Looking back at his hand, he forced the white light to shine especially brightly, a gesture that took more strength than it had just a few minutes earlier.
Not that it deterred him. Eyes unfocused, an image of the cold and stern woman’s face appeared in his head as emotionless as ever. His imagination surged the next moment twisting her face into a mockery of the proud woman. Suddenly, all he could focus on was the picture of her lips open in a gasping breath, knees quivering, skin flushed, and eyes alight with clear arousal. It didn’t fit her at all. And yet even the idea was enough to flood the young man with a sudden rush of excitement.
It was an amazing shift in tone considering how afraid of her he’d been up till this point. But whereas before he’d looked at her stern expression and overly polite voice and experienced fear, now he could only find an unreasonable urge to tease the older woman. To take her attitude and power as a teacher and see how much he had to push until it broke.
“I… kind of want to see that,” Jaune admitted as he stared at his teacher’s face, more surprised by himself than anything at the sudden curiosity.
It was by far the most malicious intent he’d experienced after gaining this power, while somehow still managing to come off as impossibly childish and immature. But that was what happened when a person started to get overconfident. Hubris that was never more evident as Jaune reached for the bra strap running between the woman’s shoulder blades, offering the smallest of pinches until the metal hooks finally unsnapped, falling uselessly to the woman’s sides.
His pinched lips and furrowed brow relaxed, becoming more intent as he moved to circle towards the woman’s front. Without the chance of getting caught, he allowed his eyes to draw and down her form, admiring the mature undergarments he’d yet to find exploring girls closer to his age.
The material was thin and see-through, hinting towards a soft pink color that stood out against her otherwise pale complexion. The hand on her elbow shifted then, following her arm up until the tip of his finger ran along the garments frilly rim. The young man swallowed against his suddenly dry throat, considering for the last time if he really wanted to take this risk. And the next thing he knew, he found himself with a literal handful of the terse blond woman’s naked breast sticking his hand inside of her bra.
He gave the orb a squeeze, relishing the soft, warm sensation as much as if it was his very first time. This time he couldn’t help his sudden grin as he let the moment sink in, looking from his hand to the woman’s blank expression multiple times before he could convince himself that this was really happening.
Glynda chewing out first years. Glynda lecturing a room full of teenagers. Glynda’s slowly cracking patience as she was forced to put up with yet another incident. Those were the memories that came to mind whenever the beautiful woman’s face came into question. But now? Now, Jaune could already see that he would have a memory all of his own. One that not even the woman in question would be able to guess whenever he passed her in the halls.
The sudden rush of groping his teacher’s breast without punishment only egged the teenage boy on as he allowed himself to grow more aggressive with his motions – going so far as to reach up with his second hand until each was able to cradle the soft shape of a woman’s curves. And all the while, Jaune’s excitement continued to mount as he watched the white glow of his body start to fuse with Glynda’s, the faint ghostly impression of his hands growing in intensity the longer he mauled her breasts.
Jaune’s fondling paused, however, as he couldn’t help but take notice of something strange. Cupping the full weight of Glynda’s chest, as his thumbs traced the full meaty curve of her breast the sensation of her nipples were oddly absent. For a moment, Jaune feared that his technique was lacking in some way. But he would find his answer as soon as he urged the cups of her bra towards her stomach, forcing her breasts to pop free.
Staring for a long moment, Jaune just blinked at the unusual sight. The light pink color he’d noticed before was still apparent, and turning a much darker red. However, the small nipple usually at it’s center was completely gone. Or, rather hidden inside a small slit that peeked at the tips of each breast.
Jaune’s confusion continued until he finally remember one of his sister’s talking about something like this. He was pretty sure she’d called it… inverted nipples? Apparently, it wasn’t that rare a thing. Although, if that were the case, Jaune was surprised he hadn’t seen it more often. That said, tilting his head ever so slightly, the young man found the picture rather cute.
He reached out, a single finger running along the folded tip. The flesh was as soft as any other and gave easily under the pressure of his touch. For some reason, the blond couldn’t help but feel like this feature matched the reserved woman. An unusually shy expression but adorable never the less.
After enough time, with no mind to resist the sexual sensations suddenly forced upon it, Glynda’s body was helpless but to respond to Jaune’s touch, blood swelling beneath the pale surface and the light pink of her tips turning a slightly dark red beneath his rough and callused palms. Even her nipples began to harden under his touch, small nubs peeking out from their hiding places as if reaching for the sensation of his hand.
It would seem even this kind of cold woman could be warmed up with enough effort, which Jaune was more than happy to put in, spending an unnecessary amount of time kneading and rolling and even bouncing her breasts once they were infused with enough of his power to stand apart from the rest of the frozen world.
Free from her bra, the heavy shapes hung from her body with surprising perkiness, dropping just a bit lower than he was used to. Her nipples, however, stood stubbornly forward in proud defiance of gravity making her shape all the more arousing. And by the time he was done, the womanly curves were all but glowing with his power, his fingers and touch burned into them as well as any brand.
However, he wasn’t done yet. And allowing her chest to fall back into their natural shape against her chest, Jaune’s hands quickly slid down her waist until the elastic material of her tights tickled the tips of his pinkies.
Just how many men had gotten to see this woman the way Jaune was lucky enough to experience? He found himself genuinely curious as he began to ease the leggings down the woman’s stomach until her navel peeked out. The plane of the teacher’s belly was understandably flat, an impressive feat for a woman who was probably only a few years younger than his own mother. A thought that should weird him out, but in fact only prove to excite him more as he found himself suddenly eager to see if women really did improve with age.
The material stretched with relative ease until the dark nylon rolled over Goodwitch’s pronounced hips. Jaune urged the material all the way to her knees, long enough to pull it back into place after he was finished, and more importantly, short enough to expose the full color of the older woman’s equally white and frilly panties. But whereas before the underwear had teased at the pert sensitive flesh of her nipples, this garment seemed intended to expose the tussled and curly hairs consuming the woman’s mons.
Just a few shades darker than the blond strands of hair decorating her head, the veritable bush of downy fur was the first thing to be exposed as Jaune continued to strip his teacher, removing the last of her clothes and exposing the worst of her dignity until he found the familiar folds of her womanly opening bared to the humid locker room air.
With her panties joining her tights at her knees, Jaune’s hand stayed on the warm, smooth skin of her inner thigh tracing his aura across the sensitive surface in slow up and down motions creeping towards her apex.
There was a reason for this, at least more than simple hedonism, as he found his experiments usually reacted faster the more of their bodies he took the time to saturate with his aura. But, of course, it also gave him an excuse to appreciate every inch of the teacher’s toned and well-shaped figure.
Which is all the reason he needed to reach out behind the woman, giving her wide backside a generous squeeze to enjoy the unsurprisingly firm sensation.
The idea of an invisible imprint of his hands stained onto the professor's backside brought an immediate grin to the young man’s face. First Yang, then Weiss and Pyrrha, and now professor Goodwitch, there was a part of him that seemed to greatly enjoy the idea of marking them in a way only he would be able to see. It didn’t hurt them, after all. Quite the opposite, in fact, leading him to dismiss the pleasures as idle fun.
His eyes turned towards the apex of her thighs with the same eager excitement. Her breasts had already gotten more than enough attention, made evident by the bright glow standing out against her pale complexion.
Hands running along her hip, Jaune put on a considering expression before his aura suddenly flared, flowing around the point of his fingers until a bright light flickered around his right limb. Call it overkill, but looking at the woman and everything he knew about her, he felt like erring on the side of caution might be for the best in this situation. The last thing he wanted was for the effect to be too weak.
The natural plane of her stomach slipped beneath his fingers as he moved closer towards his goal. Firm, toned muscle began to give way to softer more feminine flesh until Jaune found his fingers running through the much thicker mound of blond hairs cropped above the woman’s crotch.
The hair was thicker than he was used to, and yet not quite as wild as Yang’s, mirroring the teacher’s fastidious personality. And when his fingers broached even lower, Jaune's smile would turn into one of satisfaction as the now familiar sensation of a woman’s wet and warm sex burned against his flesh.
Starting with a gentle sawing motion, he gently urged her thighs wider apart for better access. He could then see the bright red curtains spilling out from between her crease, already slightly swollen from the effect of his touch. The white of his aura took to her skin like a sponge, burning the sensation of his touch into her body.
It was only after he started to feel the damp, humid sensation turn to real wetness that he urged his fingers even deeper between her legs until the wiry hairs pressed against his palm. He allowed his new position to aim a finger towards Glynda’s depths, baring the tip against her entrance only to feel the long digit start to sink inside of her.
Warm, smooth walls welcomed him as he began to pump his wrist against her pillowy sex. For his part, Jaune was actually a little surprised things were going so easily, feeling her arousal continue to build. For all her posturing, he’d naturally assumed her to be the, well, frigid type for lack of a better word. But no matter how much she liked to pretend to be an impassive wall of rules and regulation, her body seemed quite happy to accept his attention, somehow responding even more than a few of the younger girls he’d been lucky enough to grope in his way up till this point.
Still crouching low towards the ground, Jaune’s eyes didn’t blink as he watched his finger disappear into the woman’s body. Her sex was completely swollen by this point, turning her skin a bright red that somehow glistened in the frozen rays of fluorescent, dust powered lights.
There was enough of the stuff to actually cover his hand, trickling down his digit and palm all the way down to his forearm. And the rest followed the natural curve of her body to stain the inside of her thighs, growing closer and closer to the silken panties tucked safely down her legs.
It got to the point where the smell of her seemed to fill the otherwise stagnant and frozen air that surrounded them — trapping Jaune in the ripe musk of a woman whose body appeared starved for affection.
It was a side of her Jaune never expected to see, a side of her he never would have seen if not for his power. Another familiar tone he found himself experiencing the more women he allowed himself to enjoy. But he liked that part of his powers. Liked that he could, at any time, step away from the real world and find these intimate little details usually reserved for lovers.
How women liked to be touched, where they liked to be touched, what happened when he touched them, all the things that usually took weeks if not months to slowly discover together suddenly out in the open for him to reach and test like a map. In a weird way, it was its own kind of power. Possibly even more formidable than the ability that allowed him to enjoy such luxuries.
Jaune took his time as he allowed his fingers to run up and down Glynda’s sex, mapping out every nook and cranny in a way that would make it impossible to ever take her seriously as a teacher. Grinding the heal of his hand against the front of her slit and bringing two of his fingers to test the tight sensation of her inner walls wrapping around him, Glynda’s body continued to react like it had been designed to fit in his palm.
Eventually, the bright red blush surrounding her genitals began to spread throughout her thighs and belly, crawling up her figure like vines of arousal threatening to infect her entire body. And it was only after that same color could be seen reflected from the tips of her toes through the otherwise calm and unsuspecting expression that he allowed himself to take a step back, pulling his fingers from her body and smiling at the way her crotch glowed with his power.
“Yeah… that should about do it,” Jaune’s tone turned somewhat wry as he admired the woman’s excited complexion. More to the point, his eyebrow drew up in a somewhat sarcastic expression as he admired the liberal coating of honey like liquid coating his own hand.
To say he went overboard would be… accurate. But if anyone could take it, it was Ms. Goodwitch. However, spotting her new shirt still safely folded away in the teacher’s locker, the blond boy couldn’t help but want to take things a step further.
It was a devious thought, and one Jaune honestly did his best to talk himself out of. Unfortunately, the idea of the prim and proper woman walking around in a cloud of her own musk seemed almost too fun to pass up. A sentiment that would only be repeated as the young man went about fixing what little clothes she’d been wearing, only to pause as he picked up her discarded bra.
“Well, that could be fun too?” he muttered to himself as if testing the possibility despite knowing, in the end, exactly what was going to happen next.
XxX
Glynda Goodwitch found herself in an… uncomfortable position as she moved to exit the female locker rooms back out into the open of the school campus. Not that she let this show on the outside, of course. Rather, she made a strenuous effort to keep her expression composed as she walked past a number of students still rushing for their next class. It was only after that the hallway finally cleared out, and she was alone that she began to let that emotionless mask crumble – along with the rest of her demeanor.
A deep shuttering breath wracked her frame as she had to pause mid-step, a moment of weakness slipping through as she braced herself against the hallway’s wall. It was a surprising moment of weakness that she hated herself for needing. But as sweat collected on the nape of her neck and she felt her genitals swell with the rhythm of her fluttering heartbeat, she decided to accept what little comfort there was in the fact that no one else had become aware of her condition.
It was a… confusing situation, to put it lightly. She’d just been changing out of her soiled clothing when she’d suddenly felt overwhelmed by… pleasure. At least, that’s all she could think to call it. In reality, the warm pulsing from her privates was anything but enjoyable. And feeling the cold of the air-conditioned breeze against the still warm arousal dripping down her thighs, the sensation of overwhelming humiliation rose up threatening to burst a blood vessel as the dark red color surged up her throat to collect in her wide and panicked expression.
She didn’t know how to explain it. One moment she’d been standing and about to dawn a fresh blouse after what had happened with that oaf Winchester when the world seemed to turn on its head. The next thing she knew she found herself collapsing onto her knees; hands clutched around her midsection while her internal muscles seemed to seize up in an unyielding clench.
The sudden transition threatened to be more painful than enjoyable. Unfortunately, the resounding hum throughout her blood couldn’t mistake the episode for anything but what it had been.
The sound of footsteps cut her break unbearably short.
A pair of girls suddenly rounded the corner, their eyes widening at the sight of the blond teacher. Fortunately for Glynda, she was already standing upright, her face utterly impassive as she stared down at the obvious first years. Despite her internal suffering, she somehow managed to remain composed enough to utter out a single sentence.
“Please refrain from running in the halls.”
And just like that, she was walking past the stunned students who looked after her retreating form with no small amount of confusion. Thankfully, neither was foolish enough to look any deeper at the sudden fortune and moved to quickly escape before the headmistress could change her mind. And meanwhile, Glynda continued to stumble towards the safe haven of her office, cursing her situation as much as she questioned it.
The idea of climaxing in the middle of the girl’s locker room, while students were still inside no less, was a black mark on her conscious that she feared could never be wiped away.
And yet, somehow, all of this somehow failed to be the strangest thing to occur to her that afternoon. No, that honor belonged to none other than her own bra suddenly disappearing without so much as a trace.
She hadn’t noticed right away, too busy panting and staring crazily at her own body. But in a rush to collect the last of her clothes and shield what remained of her dignity, she’d been about halfway through buttoning up her shirt before she’d noticed her suddenly very sensitive nipples rubbing freely against the silk of her top. The very soft, and very thin silk top that she was forced to cover the front of with her clipboard lest the entire school become aware of her wardrobe malfunction.
Even as she walked, short and precise steps clicking against the hard floor, she could feel the generous size of her breast swaying with each step, small bolts of pleasure arching up through her shoulders as her tips enjoyed the textured sensation of her blouse.
In all her years of teaching-.
No.
In all her years of being alive, she couldn’t ever remember being so exposed. And what’s worse, she couldn’t even contact anyone for help, what with the Beacon faculty remaining frustratingly male — leaving her options somewhat limited.
At the moment, all she could focus on was retreating to the closest safe haven of her office where she might finally have the chance to sit down and consider what was happening. Apparently forgetting in the excitement of her episode the young student she’d requested wait for her there. A request she was suddenly reminded of the moment she rushed to open the door, only to find a very content and relaxed Jaune Arc leaned back in the chair across from her desk. And just like that, Glynda could feel her day growing from improbable to downright impossible.
“Mr. Arc?” she suddenly gasped, hating the hitch in her tone that came out far more breathless than she’d intended.
She had to struggle to keep down the whimper that threated the back of her throat. Instead, she forced herself to compose her features, reminding herself that she was a teacher at Beacon Academy, a Huntress of the highest caliber, and that she couldn’t allow herself to fall to something so paltry as her own body. No matter how startling. The best she could do for now was to hurry up and get rid of the boy as fast as possible.
“Ms. Goodwitch,” Jaune smiled at the woman in a way she wasn’t used to, bright and… eager? “I was afraid you forgot about me for a second.” To which the older woman just squared her shoulders, quick steps carrying her across the room until she was safely tucked behind her desk.
She was finally able to allow her quivering knees to give out, slumping into the seat beneath her with as much grace as she could manage. Unfortunately, the impact had the sudden misfortune of allowing her unrestrained breasts to bounce with her. She forced her face to remain neutral even as her arms pressed the clipboard that much harder against their dangling shape.
She swallowed against her throat and licked her mouth only to find a salty tang dripping from her upper lip. And when she looked up, she was surprised to see his eyes still on hers, the intensity in his blue gaze somewhat unnerving in the casual setting of her office.
No, maybe intense was the wrong word. Giving him a second glance, she found his expression and bearing relaxed and at ease. Perhaps too much so, at least in her presence. She was used to students clenching up whenever she passed, conversations grinding to a halt and quick cautious stares sent in her direction.
It was an unfortunate side effect of being what equated to the law in their school. People called her harsh, or unfair. But the way she saw it, all the other teachers were simply too lax in their dealings with what equated to super-powered teenagers. She was all for giving them the room they needed to explore and find their own paths as hunters and huntresses, but not at the cost of their own safety.
The number of first years who seemed outright suicidal in their confidence, it never failed to baffle her. And yet, whereas she was used to watching students walk up to Beowolves and Ursa without flinching, it had been a while since she remembered any of those same students managing to meet her own gaze without wavering at least a fraction. Jaune Arc, in particular, had always seemed to be one of the most affected by her demeanor. So, what had changed so much to…-?
Whatever thoughts Glynda found herself considering as she stared into Jaune Arc’s unusually confident gaze, they ground to a halt the moment she felt… something begin to stir beneath her shirt. More to the point, she could feel the shapes of her breasts suddenly burn with sensation as though a pair of hands had somehow managed to sneak up her shirt to start fondling her right then and there. The gestures was sudden enough that she was naturally unprepared for the sudden stimulation.
“Ms. Goodwitch?” Jaune’s voice called out. Glynda’s green eyes turned to him, calm, measured, in control. Somehow, she’d managed to keep from responding to the sudden sensations. At least, on the outside. Inside, her soul was ablaze with the indignation and uncertainty that turned her nails against the soft wood of her desk in her efforts to remain impassive.
“I am fine.” She managed, her tone slightly lower than normal under the strain but otherwise matching her usual cool inflections. “Thank you for your concern. It would seem as though I’ve… fallen ill with a cold of some type. So, you’ll forgive me if I try and keep this meeting brief.”
But she wasn’t nearly as calm as she wanted to claim. Especially when those fingers appeared to focus on the tips of her breast. Feeling something trace the lip of her nipples, her throat became distinctly dry despite her attempts to swallow back the groan in the back of her throat.
It was like whatever was causing this knew all of her weak points. After all, as embarrassing as Glynda found her chest, her own feelings were nothing compared to the dreadfully sensitivity her condition created whenever she or anyone else touched her nipples. Typically, it wasn’t so bad. But as aroused as she was, these new sensations only wound her nipples even tighter and farther out from her body.
All the more embarrassing was the fact that Jaune could see her face while she was experiencing some kind of phenomena. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing the sensation to go away. However, after several calming breaths and no signs of the effect lessening, she found herself faced with the fact that she would need to speak even as she felt herself being groped by invisible hands.
“Of course?” Jaune nodded, an odd quirk in his brow that made it seem he was confused for some reason. “let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” Unfortunately, never the best liar, Glynda was confused to notice a slight frown pulling at the edge of his lips? Her gaze lingered on the queer expression a moment too long before she was able to bring herself out of it, unintentionally admiring the soft pink skin.
She caught herself a moment later, understandably horrified at the infraction no matter how passing. But lucky for Jaune, it also helped her forget about his odd mood.
Many students might be surprised by this fact, but Glynda was, in fact, a woman. A woman who, given the right mood, was as vulnerable to the pleasures of the flesh as any other human. A fact that Jaune, at least, was now well aware.
This proved to be yet another of the many reasons Glynda found herself using every excuse she could find to put distance between herself and her students. Which isn’t to say she was so base as to be the type to give in to her more animalistic cravings. But neither was she so impervious to arousal that she couldn’t at least recognize the fair amount of bulging muscle and youthful testosterone that ran through the halls like a drug.
If the students thought it was difficult being surrounded by so many attractive and young bodies, it was nothing compared to what the teachers found themselves going through. At least the male faculty had the fortune of feeling their urges die down with age. Glynda wasn’t so fortunate, however, and she was never more aware of the young men entering her school than when she entered her sexual prime.
For all their bluster and overbearing confidence, more than a few of the young men she taught could be described as… attractive. Which is why it was such a good thing their immaturity managed to turn her off so quickly. Handsome and energetic, yes. Anybody that she would actually consider approaching? Never.
Glynda liked to think she was better than the kind of women who could be taken by looks alone. It certainly helped that, even in her youth, she’d never been the type to enter relationships or seek sexual gratification casually. People had often called her unrealistic, but she preferred more of a connection with her partners than mutual satisfaction. She wanted an emotional connection, to know that her lover saw her for what she was and cared for her despite her flaws.
Yes, that was right. Glynda Goodwitch, of all people, turned out to be a romantic at heart. Going so far as to even ignore pleasure from her own hands finding such exercises unnecessary and pointless to a fault.
Which only made her sudden vigor that much more unexplainable.
It was like she was brimming with sexual energy that demanded to be released. To the point that, apparently, she’d even allowed herself to ogle the admittedly adorably naive young man sat in front of her. She could almost swear the sensations were actually getting worse…
She bit down on that thought, shaking it from her head before it could get any further.
“Jau-.” She coughed. No, distance. “Mr. Arc, I’m sure you’re aware of why I’ve called to meet with you like this.”
“My semblance?” he made the obvious guess, pointedly making an effort to ignore the small slip up. Glynda appeared set on doing the same, simply nodding her head in confirmation as she continued to suffer in silence.
“That is correct. I will be honest with you, Mr. Arc, in the time I’ve been allowed to watch your… progress in and outside of my class, I found myself dubious as to how long you would last before dropping out. You’ll forgive my presumptuous inference, but you should understand after so many years of teaching, I like to believe I can measure a young person’s potential fairly accuratly.”
She paused then, somehow clinging to the professional tone in an effort to make it through what she needed to say. “I hope you can understand, then, just how surprised I was at your sudden,” she searched for the word, “advantage.”
She waited for him to grow offended or perhaps angry at the fact she’d given up on him so soon. But he showed no such reaction – instead continuing to stare at her with that strange concentration. A moment passed before he finally thought to respond, putting on an understanding expression as he simply shrugged his shoulders as if to acknowledge her reasoning. She blinked at him for a moment before continuing,
“Right, well then, I wish to say that while your semblance proves to be a powerful one, no person can grow as a hunter or huntress on one ability alone. That said, if you’re willing, I’ve decided to-… to-.” Unfortunately, that was as far as she got before a new sensation suddenly made itself known.
This one came slower than the one still assaulting her breasts, which persisted to grow in intensity the longer she sat there trying to endure. This new pressure against her skin came upon her almost like a fog creeping up her legs. To her horror, Glynda thought that she could actually feel fingers begin to crawl up between her thighs despite the clear fact that she had them pressed together with all her strength. And they didn’t stop there, continuing up and through the nonexistence space between her legs until they found the one place she feared the most.
She was already so sensitive, so wet from her earlier troubles. Real or not, when these searching fingers made contact with her enflamed mound the teacher’s eyes widened to an impressive degree as equal amounts of shock and mortification swept through her stone still frame. She couldn’t stop her back from growing rigid, the length of her spine straightening as her chest thrust forward. She didn’t even think about the naked shape of her breasts suddenly all the more prominent. Far too focused on the painful tingling emanating from the throbbing bead of flesh at the top of her slit.
To her credit, those were the only reactions she allowed to slip through. Any lesser woman would have at least gasped or even jumped out of her seat at such phenomena. But eyes locked with Jaune’s still unbroken stare, Glynda found herself forced to endure the sensations in frozen silence.
Her breath shuttered, and her mind seemed to stop short as the sensation continued inside of her body. But no amount of concentration would be able to block out the effect of the ghostly impression sawing back and forth through her swollen lips, while somehow simultaneously pumping in and out of her clenched opening. The double assault was naturally a bit more than she could handle, sensations made even sharper by years of unintended celibacy.
“Ms. Goodwitch?” Jaune’s voice suddenly called out, oddly uncertain as he waited for her to respond after such extended silence.
It was only then after she noticed his eyes had… dropped somewhat that she remembered her current state of undress. And sure enough, too busy testing her nails against the now dented wood of her desk, she’d all but forgotten to shield the clear outline of her heavy and swollen breasts pressed against the thin white fabric of her top.
It was all too much. Her face threatened to erupt as his eyes suddenly drew up to meet her own, finally a hint of a blush starting on his cheeks. Thankfully, he made no other acknowledgment of her situation. A sentiment Glynda was desperate to copy as she made a very casual motion of bringing her clipboard back up to once again cover the outline of her breasts from the room.
He’d… seen her. For all the struggles Glynda had gone through in keeping her expression contained, that moment, in particular, proved to be a challenge as the two of them sat across from each other in utter silence, forced to pretend that neither was aware of what had just transpired. At least, that was exactly what Glynda had planned. And Oum save this poor fool if he thought any differently. Thankfully, as his sudden coughed broke the silence, the teacher was immediately relieved to see that she would have no such problems.
“You were saying that you made some decision?” he prompted, helpfully. Glynda grasped at the lifeline for what it was, silently thanking Oum for any kind of distraction.
“Y-Yes,” the teacher managed after a moment, closing her eyes once again as a small quiver of pleasure raced up the entire length of her spine before continuing again. “That is, I think it would be beneficial if you were given some private tutoring in an effort to hone your lacking physical capabilities. This is not something made available to many students, however-.” She paused again, clenching her jaw at the sheer amount of effort it took to simply talk while otherwise distracted.
It didn’t help that Jaune’s eyes continued to fixate on the forced calm of her face, her bright red blush shining through no matter how calm she tried to pretend to be. And yet, Jaune’s lack of comment almost made her condition even more obvious. If anything, his eyes seemed to grow more focused as she continued to explain her offer. And Glynda would find herself shocked at just how much that unwavering focus unsettled her.
At least, that was what she chose to call her reaction.
“As I would be the one… personally handling any and all instruction.” The word fell from her lips with slightly more emphasis than she’d intended, but she couldn’t find it in her to correct the mistake. “are you willing to put in the work?”
The teacher nearly fell on top of her desk, amazed she’d somehow managed to make it through her message with only a few hiccups. Considering she’d been forced to perform while she was all but being molested, she decided those small mistakes could be forgiven…
“Wow,” Jaune managed, surprise turning his expression from flushed embarrassment into one of honest pleasure. “that’s very… tempting.” he finally managed.
He appeared to give the offer a moment of thought before continuing, another slow smile quickly working its way back onto his features. “I mean, one on one time with you?” Then, after a pause, “I can imagine more than a few guys, er, students call that lucky.” And as if he wasn’t already pushing his luck more than any mortal had the right too, Glynda would find herself blinking as his eyes dropped for a moment towards her still covered breasts.
Glynda’s eyebrows naturally shot up at the comment, only to furl with irritation. Addled as she might be, she wasn’t so lost to have missed his slight slip of the tongue. Nor had she mistaken the slight twinkle in his eyes as he glanced in her direction. Was… did he just flirt with her? And despite herself, a sudden rush of some long since forgotten emotion welled up in her moment of weakness.
Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous edge to her mood spiking as she searched for any sense of humor or mocking. Had she been wrong? Had he actually been aware of her condition this entire time, silently laughing at her expense?
However, staring back with his unflinching grin, she couldn’t find any sense of mocking or disrespect. Irritating arrogance that boarded on cocky, yes. But if she allowed herself to grow annoyed at every teenage Hunter who thought himself Oum’s gift to women kind then she would never have a moment’s peace. She also doubted a boy his age would have been able to keep it hidden if actually aware of her situation. At least physically.
So, if he was flirting with her… then it might be more genuine than she cared for.
She leaned back in her chair cautiously, a single nail tapping against her desk as she tried to understand the mystery in front of her. But while her mind tried to make sense of his actions, the other half of her reasoning found itself drawn to other interests.
He really wasn’t that unattractive of a boy if she were allowed to consider such things. And cocky or not, compared to the quivering puppy he’d been before his semblances awakening, anything could be an improvement. But even more than any of that, Glynda found herself surprised when another man came to mind as she admired the slim but muscular figure hidden beneath the school’s uniform. A man that, given time to compare, Glynda was surprised to find Jaune reminded her of quite a bit.
In terms of strength, bearing, and especially appearance, James Ironwood and Jaune Arc couldn’t seem more different. One mature while the other young. One disciplined while the other wild. One respectful while the other… a teenage boy. And yet, despite herself, Glynda found herself unable to separate the emotion in her heart from when the two of them had been… familiar, the same warm throbbing in her chest as she felt Jaune’s critical gaze upon her body.
It had been a time of youth, of passion, the closest she had ever gotten to her real-life romance. But it hadn’t lasted. How could it when the man’s love for her could never rival his love for his career and country? And yet, no matter how things had ended, Glynda had never forgotten the last summer of their long since passed school days. The freedom. The tender care. And, yes, the arousal she had experienced feeling his much larger body pressed above hers.
He’d been the only person to ever bring such an undignified and selfish creature out of her that sex seemed to create. So, why on earth was she feeling something even remotely similar just from being watched by a seventeen-year-old boy?
But of course, she already knew the answer. How could she not when invisible fingers continued to massage at all of her most sensitive places.
It was simply a matter of conveniance, a coincidence that he happened to be around her while she suffered so. She had little doubt that, given the company of anyone else, the stirring in her heart and memories would have been just as sharp.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t someone else. It was Mr. Arc. And no matter how much she might want to reason that this emotion wasn’t real, it was impossible to ignore the thoughtless attraction that drew her eyes to his body.
If she had to claim a preference, she would say that she preferred more muscular men. Certainly not the absurd and showy muscles that so many young men loved to work towards, but there was something delightfully feminine about a pair of strong arms wrapped around her that she rarely got to experience as a huntress of her renown.
However, Jaune’s slimmer shape wasn’t without its own appeal. She could feel her eyes trace along the lines of his shoulders and arms knowing that, while new, the muscles beneath were of a lithe and compact variety, which could arguably be called at least more physically appealing than the alternative.
A shame she couldn’t get a better look at just what he had to offer. In either that ridiculous excuse for combat attire or the many layers of his uniform, there was a certain mystery about him that was at least interesting enough to allow her mind to wander and create its own image.
“Ms. Goodwitch?” Jaune called out – and had been calling out for some time if his stressed tone was anything to go by. It was only then the teacher realized what she had been doing, her eyes trained on the expose pale skin of his slender throat daring the topmost button to come undone.
“I-I’m sorry, what were you asking?” she managed, suddenly doing her best to look anywhere but the young man easily half her age. Mortification reared up like a Nevermore as she realized how she must look, staring at one of her own students like a beast on the hunt. It was exactly the type of behavior she’d always admonished in her fellow faculty every time she caught a stray glance lingering just a bit too long on the huntresses in training’s skirts.
If Port could only see her now…
It was Jaune’s fault, really! It might be idle fun for him to tease an old woman like her, but she was in a particularly vulnerable state that made it all too easy to dredge up memories that had been long since buried. It was bringing out a part of her that she didn’t particularly care for. and a part of her that she was surprised to find was still alive and kicking.
“Just what days I’m supposed to show up?” he repeated, a sensible answer and one that should have been easy to answer. Should have been.
“Ah, yes, well,” Glynda coughed, the heat beneath her collar never more sweltering as she dared another glance in the boy’s direction. And catching his brilliant blue eyes and slight smirk, indignation threatened to rear up at the boldness of the gestures. Honestly, what had happened to the shy boy that had first stumbled his way through the entrance exams?
One meeting every other week was the answer she’d been prepared to give. It was honestly all the spare time she had to offer after teaching four full classes each day and then looking after Ozpin. It wasn’t like she needed to be present for the exercises, after all. She simply needed to guide him and check his progress every now and then while he worked through strength building exercises. What she said, however…
“Once every week should be proficient,” she blustered, impossibly straight-faced as she made an attempt at leaning back in her chair to casually disguise the horror in her soul. “Perhaps, starting next Friday? It’ll have to be late at night after I’ve finished with the rest of my responsibilities. That said, I feel your potential as a hunter warrants… special attention.”
‘Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!’ the teacher repeated to herself again and again. And yet, the words left her mouth all on their own, sent out into the world where she could do nothing to take them back.
If Jaune was confused by her sudden investment, he didn’t let it show. Responding to the generosity with, “I’m sure you’ll take good care of me,” without missing so much as a beat. The possible intentions of the wording wasn’t lost on the older woman who all but blustered at the implications, settling instead for a tight-lipped grimace hidden behind her already emotionless features.
“If there’s nothing else?” he continued, glancing towards the door. And Glynda nearly fell over herself in her rush to agree.
“Yes, please. Thank you for taking the time to talk this matter through with me. It has been an… enlightening afternoon.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Glynda made the mistake of relaxing then, expecting Jaune to simply stand up and start towards the door, which is why her eyes widened when he suddenly pitched forward, his face growing unnecessarily close as he moved to lift himself from the chair. Of course, not before breathing in a deep breath, followed by a curious blink. He then continued upward without comment, staring down into Glynda’s suddenly wide and flushed expression.
“Thanks again for taking the time out of your day like this,” he smiled an innocent grin. Glynda could only stare as he continued, “oh and, ah, just wanted to say, love the perfume your wearing. It suits you.” And like that, he was gone. A frozen Glynda left in his wake who stared after him a full minute before her clenched figure slowly sank towards her desk until her rigid features pressed flat against the wood.
XxX
Meanwhile, a much cheerier Jaune wandered down the halls with a smile on his face and skip in his step as he mused over the meeting he’d enjoyed with the once fearful Ms. Goodwitch. However, after everything he’d just tried, that seemed to no longer be the case.
It turns out she hadn’t been the gasping flustered type. But, somehow, seeing her manage to keep a straight face despite blushing the entire time was somehow even better than what he’d imagined. Too think, he’d actually been afraid for a moment that his new powers might not actually work. But then he’d tried pushing a little more, and then a little more, and then a lot more until he finally managed to find the response he’d been looking for.
He’d nearly burst with joy. That excitement had carried into the conversation to the point that he found himself saying things to the blonde teacher that probably surprised both of them quite a bit.
Actually… for a moment there it almost looked like Ms. Goodwitch had been checking him out? But he shook that thought away as soon as it had come.
Going after Yang was one thing, but he wasn’t so stupid as to actually think his teacher was interested in him. That said, if given the opportunity, Jaune might not be able to help himself from flirting with the older woman again. If only for the sheer novelty of seeing the woman roll her eyes in exasperation. And wouldn’t you know? It looked like he would be getting just such a chance next Friday!
Suffice to say; things had worked out even better than he planned. And the next time he met Yang, he had little doubt he’d be able to use this new power of his to do whatever he needed to help her make up her mind.
Jaune’s easy pace took on something of a swagger as his mood only seemed to improve. However, hands slipping into his pockets, a strange vibration seemed to catch his attention as he moved to pull his scroll out to look at the screen.
His steps slowed, and his eyebrow rose at the sight of an alert of some type flashing a bright red. Flicking through the settings, it would take Jaune only a moment to realize all this commotion was coming from the app that was meant to measure his aura. Unfortunately, when he pressed the button to find exactly what was going on, he would find his jovial expression slowly sliding into a frown.
“well,” he hummed, “that’s probably not good…”
A/N: Better late than never, right? Hopefully, a few of you managed to enjoy what this chapter brought. Jaune catching Ruby. Glynda’s response to Jaune’s new confidence. And, of course, more information on Jaune’s aura and perhaps some consequences of overtaking his reserves. But there is something about the next chapter I feel like I need to bring up.
Now, this might sound weird, but the next chapter is where this story will actually start pick up. I know, weird considering that we are already ten chapters in. but everything up till this point has, more or less, been spent setting up character relationships, establishing Jaune’s power, and progressing Jaune’s character to the point that he can start doing things that I’d like him to do without coming off as totally out of character. so from this point on, things are about to get a little more exciting. Look forward to it.
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Next chapter – February: Jaune and the gang find themselves on a field trip to the Forever Fall forest where Jaune finally decides to make his move on Yang. Will his new ability be enough to woo her? And if so, how will she respond to an outlet to the weeks of unsatisfied arousal? As dumb as Jaune pretends to be, the consequences of his actions are not far behind. And he might find himself unprepared for the events that follow.
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