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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132765 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
A/N: For those of you wondering, I split the first chapter into two for more manageable reading chunks. I hope you guys enjoy the more edited versions. They should read a lot easier. Okay, enjoy.
Girl(s): Yang
Tag(s): Manipulation, Groping, Stripping.
Words: 6621
Chapter 2 – Reassurances
To his credit, he didn’t make it very far.
Running from his friend’s naked bodies, from his powers, and even himself the young man managed to stumble out the front door of his dorm before staggering to a breathless pause. The weight of his frozen reality bared down around him from all sides as impossible to ignore as it was all consuming. Panicked, he scrambled to release the switch of his power, only to flinch back at the corresponding wall of information his semblance had been keeping at bay.
Blinding light and a roaring boom of sound broke over his hunched figure. And yet, Jaune breathed a sigh of relief, savoring the fresh air of the regular world.
The next few minutes of his life were spent pacing back and forth in front of the building that he’d just fled, trying and failing to calm the anxious dread of his own thoughts. People around him watched on, oblivious to his distress but enjoying it none the less as the laughed and offered quire stares. Those unlucky enough to be forced to squeeze past him did so with lingering raised eyebrows. Not that any of their attention registered. Too lost in his own mind, the world might as well have been frozen for all he noticed. Which is why, when a hand settled on his shoulder, the increasing pace of his heart nearly stopped in his chest.
Yang had just been on her way back to her room when she’d stumbled across a small crowd gathered outside the first year’s dorms. Today she’d been lucky enough to enjoy another wonderful class taught by Goodwitch. And while the blonde didn’t particularly care for the sour woman, the opportunity to show off her skills and work off some steam through mock battles never failed to put her in a good mood.
Humming to herself as she strolled through the campus, the blonde’s thoughts were filled with an afternoon of video games with her little sis, capped by a long hot shower. This new development paused those thoughts, although, not as much as one would expect from a girl who claimed to be a friend.
Yang stopped and frowned. Staring at his pinched face, she wasn’t particularly surprised. He always seemed to be worried about something or other. He just had that nervous, skittery disposition – like a squirrel or goffer.
Amused more than anything else, her laughter quickly ended as she realized she would need to get past him if she wanted to get to her room.
It was very tempting to try her luck and shoulder past to the door. As close as their teams were, she wouldn’t say she was exactly friends with the other blond. If not for Ruby, she very much doubted they would talk at all. That being said, Yang could just picture her sis’ puppy dog face, tears and all, should she find out her big sister had left her friend to have an aneurysm on the front steps of their dorm.
Damn her kind heart.
“Yo,” Yang gave a two-fingered salute. Staring at the boy, her trademarked, easygoing grin slipped to an expression of distaste. In the afternoon sun, his already pale skin had turned an even lighter shade. Dark stains marked the neckline of his uniform, making the wet trails lining his forehead and neck that much more apparent. ‘Oh yeah, that’s attractive…’
Yang put on a forced smile. Memories of their first meeting immediately came to mind. “You’re not… gonna throw up again, right?” Yang laughed like she was only playing. But it was hard not to notice her sudden backtrack, three long steps taking her away from the splash zone.
Jaune found himself blinking at Yang’s sudden arrival. Dressed in her combat attire, the familiar flash of her toned belly and amble cleavage was the last thing he wanted to see after escaping the debacle that was his own dorm. Eyes lingering just a bit longer appropriate, he finally just let his head hang.
“Hello, Yang…” came his reply, tired and anxious all at once. Her response was to simply smirk, looking far more amused by his state than concerned. Jaune groaned.
“Ah, don’t be like that,” the girl chirped. “You seem down! Why don’t you take a seat and tell good ol’ Yang what’s got ya down.” Daring to step closer to the pallid young man, she gave his back a hearty pat that nearly sent him to the floor. He winced accordingly.
“Ah… Thanks, Yang,” he stared cautiously, “but I don’t think you can help me.” Much like Yang, Jaune was very aware of how close they were to each other. What he couldn’t figure out is why she decided to take the time to sit and talk to him. Then again, when had Yang needed a reason to do anything?
“Okaaay,” the blonde girl chuckled. “Cuz, you’re acting a little more spastic than usual. Which is actually kind of impressive. Bet that wasn’t what you were hoping to improve on coming to Beacon, huh?” Jaune stared at the smiling woman, more amazed than anything else. It took a special kind of person to be so blatantly inappropriate.
Jaune blinked, his panic attack momentarily forgotten. “Thanks…” came his sarcastic reply. Her overall effect could be annoying, but no one could say Yang wasn’t a good distraction. Even though he couldn’t notice, the small tremor in his hands had already calmed. But Yang did, and seeing her results, her smile only widened, happy to have someone appreciate her special brand of comedy.
Drawing himself up, Jaune could still feel his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing over at the blonde, she was still staring at him, an encouraging light in her eyes. It was becoming increasingly obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. Biting the inside of his cheek, Jaune considered her proposal.
He couldn’t tell her everything, obviously. But he would go insane if he was stuck listening to his own fears. Her reasons be damned, Yang was offering an ear that he badly needed. And rather than shrug off a helping hand, he should take advantage of this rare opportunity of kindness.
“I screwed up,” Jaune finally bit out, his finger drumming nervously against his leg. Yang could see his expression was pained. Trying to keep the mood light, her smile slipped seeing a person she knew in a real panic. “I screwed up,” he repeated. “Oh man…” he sighed heavily.
“Need some held hiding the body?” Yang tried again. This time her attempt at laughter didn’t so much as faze the young man. He remained slouched, pathetically staring at his own feet. It was Yang’s turn to fidget.
“Ah, come on,” the young woman nudging his slumped form with her shoulder. “Can’t be that bad.”
“Pretty bad,” Jaune returned, sharp and short. He sighed heavily. Yang just rolled her eyes, fairly certain that whatever trouble he’d gotten into, she could handle it. He wore a bunny onesie for Monty sake!
“Okay then,” she tried again, what looked to be an attempt at a serious expression taking her face. Settling up next to the boy, she quirked her head to the side. “Who got hurt?”
Blinking, Jaune looked over at her expectant face, shifting nervously. “Well… no one, but-.” Yang just smiled, nodding her head before he could go on to explain.
“Great! Then what did you break? Anything expensive?” Again, Jaune was left to fidget while she waited for his answer.
“I guess nothing got broken… But-!”
“Sweet! Then just one more question. How late are you?” Smiling as innocent as ever, Yang silently enjoyed Jaune’s lost stare. Eventually she explain, “you know, since your last period?” The following expression of embarrassment alone made Yang’s stop worth it. She made sure to enjoy a long line of laughs, even when Jaune began to walk away from the dorm. She quickly pulled him back.
“Okay, Okay! So to recap, you haven’t hurt anyone, haven’t broken anything, and as far as you know, you’re not pregnant?” In response, Jaune simply gave the girl a dry stare, one she easily shrugged off. “Sounds like a good day to me. Heck, better than I can usually manage.” It took a moment for Yang to realize what she’d said. “T-The first two I mean!” Finally, Jaune managed to find a small smile.
Jaune took a moment to consider Yang’s words. To be honest, it was less about what he’d done than why he’d done it. When he’d first come to Beacon, the first thing he’d dreamed about was learning how to be strong. It was just a little startling to see the first thing he did with strength was something so questionable. That being said, maybe Yang could help him after all.
“Hey… you're strong,” Jaune pointed out, much Yang’s glee. With a triumphant smile, she made a show of pretending to be bashful, complete with a playful shove.
“Daw, and you’re… getting there,” she tried to return. Jaune brushed the insult aside.
“No I mean you’re strong. Have you ever used it for something… not responsible?” The resulting bark of laughter could be heard from most of the campus.
“Jaune, dude, buddy,” simply gesturing to herself, she stared at the younger man clearly asking if he knew who she was. Recalling Yang’s long history with broken property and boys who thought it was okay to treat a lady by how she dressed, Jaune understood how his question might be a bit redundant.
“Then, does that mean it’s okay?” he tried again. Face flushed, he couldn’t quite grasp the concept. All his life he grew up hearing the great tales of heroes. How they selflessly gave their lives to protect their fellow hunters. How they saved thousands of innocents from the hands of Grimm. How they didn’t use their semblance to peek on girls changing clothes. “We’re supposed to be hunters, saving people, that sort of thing. Isn’t it bad if we’re abusing power?”
“Probably,” came Yang’s short reply. With a shrug of her shoulders, the blond woman rarely dealt with things like indecision. Jaune gapped.
“Listen,” Yang sighed, not at all guilty. “I’m no saint, okay? No one is. If I’m sitting at a bar, and some creep can’t understand the concept of screw off, I’m not gonna feel bad about punching him to the next room.”
“Aren’t you under ag-?” Jaune questioned, confused. Yang continued as though he hadn’t a word.
“And if I need to punch out a bouncer who thinks he can keep me from enjoying a night on the town, that’s not my problem either. Is it selfish? Probably. Should I feel bad about being a Huntress and attacking civilians for seemingly no reason? Absolutely. Unfortunately, I like to spend my weekends at the club. And if my training can make that happen, why not use it?” All Jaune could do was stare at her, shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s… wow.”
“Thanks!” she answered, one hundred percent sincere. She couldn’t sound any prouder.
Crossing his arms, Jaune knew that she was crazy. But he had to hand it to her. She knew how to make a sale. As much as he wanted to deny her logic, he also couldn’t argue the possibility that maybe he had been the one who overreacted?
“And I’m not even the only one.” She went on, happy to see Jaune’s mood lift. “Ruby sleeps like, an extra half hour every morning after everyone else has left cuz she knows she can just run to class. Not to mention Blake using her semblance as a stand in for whenever we get stuck with Professor Port. You’d be amazed how little she actually bothers to stay for class.” It was strange to consider, until remembering how little the black haired teammate of theirs actually spoke.
“Weiss?” he found himself asking. He couldn’t imagine the prim and proper girl using her equipment for anything other than their intended purpose. The glint in Yang’s eyes told an entirely different story.
“You didn’t hear from me,” she teased, glancing around like it was some big secret, “but little miss millionaire uses fire and wind dust to blow dry her hair.” Putting on a wide expression, Jaune found himself returning it. Using pure dust crystals for something so menial, it was about as close to whipping your butt with hundred dollar lien as you could get without actually going through the trouble.
Jaune blinked for a moment, letting all of this sink in. Yang just rolled her eyes. “Look, when it comes down to it, life’s too short to constantly worry about what’s right and wrong. You’re a Hunter! Kind of… If you happen to get in a little trouble, just think about all the people’s whose lives you’re going to save! What’s a wall or two compared to that?”
Jaune was finally starting to nod his head. It wasn’t exactly the same. Compared to his own actions, sleeping in, skipping class, and drying your hair sounded paltry at best. But, he’d really grown to admire the group of friends he’d made. So to hear that these powerful warriors so casually exploited their strengths… it helped. It helped a lot.
Why should he be any different? Maybe he exploits his new power just a bit. But who would it really hurt? In fact, if he used it like he’d been thinking, it would even help people. …in its own way. With this rationality in mind, Jaune finally gave the blond girl a big smile.
“Thanks, Yang!”
Yang returned his bright expression, glad to see the awkward boy return to his childlike enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it. Your one of the good ones. You only stare at my tits, like, half as long as the rest of the guys in this school.” Jaune blushed but otherwise retained his good mood.
“Um!” his ears were bright red. He could feel them erupt with heat. “Sorry?” it was weak, but honestly, how was he supposed to apologize? I didn’t mean it? Somehow that seemed worse.
“Aw,” she waved me off. “Like I said, you at least try.” Her hands moved to cup each generous mound, relishing the wide expression on his face. “And, I mean, who can really blame you? They are pretty awesome.” Emphasizing her point, her hands moved giving each breast a generous squeeze.
Jaune, feeling the tips of his ears start to burn, turned away. Though that did little to help block out the sound of her uproarious laughter.
Cheeks hot, Jaune could only sigh at the blonde’s behavior. No one could say she was the shy type. That being said, it was just that attitude that helped him when he was lost. Maybe it was bad to look for a certain kind of advice, but the thought of someone like Weiss or, god forbid, Goodwitch finding him instead sent ice up his veins.
Speaking of his Snow Angel, Jaune had some serious thinking to do. While simply hopping in on her next shower would be more than satisfying, the young hero was interested in more than just her body. His ultimate goal was, and always would be her heart. His mind returned to when he’d been in the room with his team and to what he’d been about to do.
Unbidden, Jaune’s line of thought drew his eyes to the blonde’s breasts. Still proudly thrust out, it was hard not to. Seeing his attention, Yang’s teasing expression narrowed, though not enough to completely whip the smile from her face.
“Hey, that wasn’t an invitation you kno-.” Hands on her hips, Yang gave the boy a sardonic smirk. Half amused by his attention but more so annoyed. Unfortunately, frozen midsentence, her words seemed to stretch and deepen until finally stopping completely.
Feeling the world slow to a stop, Jaune turned a guilty smile towards the frozen blond, trying not to let his cheeks grow too hot. ‘She was the one who told me it was okay to abuse my power,’ he explained himself. And what he had in mind could only be described as such.
He’d seen that the things he did with his semblance translated to the real world, he had Cardin to thank for that. Initially meant towards combat purposes, surrounded by nearly naked women had led his mind to wander towards other possibilities. Ones that might convince a certain heiress to go out with him.
If pain translated well enough, why couldn’t pleasure? Focusing on certain areas of the body, it should be easy enough to summon the desired effect. Let’s hear Weiss tell him she isn’t interested when her blood and body starts to burn just by standing near him. Though, that’s only assuming this actually worked. Thankfully, his beautiful assistant had all but volunteered to be his first test subject. And if that required him to remove just a few layers of clothing, well, he’d just have to find some way to cope.
“So… thanks for your advice,” he expressed his gratitude. It was strange. His mind went through the same reasoning as Yang’s, considering their relationship, or lack thereof. This only made him reaching for her chest that much more awkward. “Um, and I hope you don’t mind if I…” he trailed off, his hands lowered to her undo the front of her jacket.
Still proudly presenting herself, her chest was easy to reach as he struggled with the front of her jacket. Touching his aura, the fabric joined his place in time becoming soft and pliable. The button holding the two pieces together eventually popped free, revealing even more of her bright yellow strapless belly shirt – which did little to hide her exposed midsection and cleavage.
Jaune dropped the jacket into the open air. Low cut, and short enough to show off the slim firmness of her waist, the material of her top seemed thin enough to detail the shape of her chest. Perhaps a size too small, the young man could only imagine how difficult it was to find shirts that fit around her maturity. The yellow material strained to do just that, pulled taut against her bust.
She was easily the best endowed of their year. At seventeen, the figure she’d been able to develop was even more impressive than Pyrrha. And while his intentions were pure, well, as pure as they could be given the situation, you’ll have to excuse him if he didn’t take a small amount of liberty in the mock exam. This was Yang Xiao Long after all.
Jaune marveled at the opportunity he’d been able to make for himself. Sure, he’d gotten the chance to glance every now and then. But, like Yang had pointed out, he’d always made a point to look away. Out of respect for Ruby if nothing else. What kind of friend would he be if she caught him ogling her sister’s breasts?
He couldn’t help but give a wry smile at the sheer contradiction.
His hands shook slightly, pulling at the hem of her shirt. Unlike her jacket, the springy yellow material was much easier to adjust. The only thing holding it up without her thick jacket was her own generous proportions. A few tugs were all it took for it to snap over the peak of her hills and pool at the narrowest point of her waist. No longer hidden, the full view of her breasts both surprised and thrilled him.
“No bra?” Jaune found himself blinking in surprise. He looked up at the girl’s smirking face, impressed. “Bold,” he commented, Yang offered no rebuttal, her sarcastic expression only adding to the view of her breasts. Only the second pair in his life after having already spied on Pyrrha.
They were bigger, which he had been expecting. And he could see the added weight effect the shape. From her collar, the mounds hung maybe a bit lower than his partner, towards the bottom of her ribs. But this did nothing to effect the full shape. Also different from his partner, where her tips had jutted away from her breast in natural points, Yang’s tanned peeks flowed naturally into the smooth shape, with the exception of two prominent blunt nubs breaking the surface in opposite directions. Against the equally generous mound, the large caps fit perfectly against her figure, the obviousness of her beauty made even more impossible to ignore.
Jaune felt his heart pick up, eyes widening as he took the time to appreciate the sight before him. Even if he tried flirting with the other blonde on occasion, he never dreamed he’d get the chance to see her famous chest. At least, not any more than she showed the rest of the world. He stared for another few moments, before finally working up the nerve to approach her.
Jaune could clearly hear his own heavy, nervous breathing in the void of his world. Swallowing against his dry throat, his hand reached out slowly before finally settling on the smooth, flat surface of her stomach. Defined in the best of ways, he could feel the subtle muscle glide under his fingers as the smoky light of his aura left trails wherever he touched.
He stood at her side, one hand on her front while the other held her back. Between the two, he took his time, gently exploring what it felt like to touch a girl’s skin. She was soft despite the firm tone of muscles sculpting her figure. Under his fingers, he pressed the digits against her feeling the smooth skin’s texture. Yang may not be the dainty thing that he looked for in Weiss, but no one could deny her femininity.
The warmth of his hands seeped into her skin, gentle sensations teasing it into waking. Goosebumps lined where he touched, reacting to Jaune’s care. It was the first sign of his theory coming to life. And it only encouraged him. Looking up, he dared to brush her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. He could see the still smirking expression glaring into empty space.
Pressing against her side, he could feel her bare shoulder press against his chest. He’d taken his time exploring her body, tracing the different lines and curves that she so regularly showed off. The entire surface of her upper body glowed with his aura, the dim light bringing her to life. With only her breast left to explore, the slight flutter in his stomach only increased.
A nervous Jaune’s eyes stayed locked on her features, looking down only as he felt his hand cup the underside of her famous breast.
Cradling the swell of flesh, he could feel its unexpected weight. Soft, it felt solid in his hands. A unique texture that left his heart pounding in his ears. He ventured to give the supple skin a gentle squeeze. His fingers naturally sank into its firm texture.
Repeating the motion, his stiff posture slowly began to relax. Shoulders began to slump, and the stiff tension in his fingers eased to a more comfortable grip. Watching his own handy work the mound against Yang’s chest, the soft flesh naturally rolled and shifted from its own weight. He could only marvel at the girl he was currently fondling.
Jaune recalled how they'd met and shook his head. He’d been a bit dizzy at the time, but it was safe to say he, in no way, thought he’d ever reach this position. Though, vomiting on someone rarely did. He could only imagine she still saw him as the airsick boy who’d ended up losing his lunch on her shoes.
He moved to her other breast and gave it a generous squeeze. Against his palm, he could feel the flat nub of her nipple press against his palm and across its callused surface. Rubbed raw from the hours spent attempting to learn how to swing his sword, the skin was anything but smooth. This turned out to work in his favor as the resulting friction created the first delightful sparks of arousal in Yang’s body.
She was slow to respond, but washed in his aura her breasts started to awaken. He could feel them warm in his hands.
Working the flesh gently, as time went on and he grew more comfortable with what he was going he felt himself handling the girl’s body a bit more firmly. Still careful, the added pressure appeared to be appreciated as a gentle blush began to build beneath the surface. Kneading them, he did his best to give each breast the same amount of attention. And without any mind to suppress the sensations being forced upon her, Yang was helpless but to respond the way nature intended.
A young woman and flushed with hormones, her body did the only thing it was supposed to in such situations. Jaune could feel her tips hardening, tightening and swelling with warm blood that only made her more susceptible to the ghostly manipulation. Firm hands and earnest attention worked better than his more tender approach. And with an eager smile, Jaune’s chest swelled realizing what he’d been able to accomplish.
Jaune couldn’t help but feel an immense swell of pride. Paying special attention to the swollen nub, he pinched the pert flesh testing its hard yet malleable tenderness. The rough surface of her puckered areola ran along his fingertips.
In all rationality, this was probably more than enough to test what he’d been looking for. But rather than pull away, the young man felt himself moving closer.
Settling himself against her back, his other hand wrapped around her front to handle both breasts at the same time. The hunter in training slowly worked them, massaging the tips, until they strained against themselves.
The sensitive nerves wound into a tight pillar of a nub. By this point, Jaune was well aware that he was just enjoying himself. But flexing his fingers around the base of Yang’s breasts, and pressing his face into the soft, fragrant tresses of her treasured hair, he quickly decided he didn’t care.
Compared to the terrifying girl he was used to seeing, the girl he was holding now seemed like an entirely different person. Wrapped in his arms, she actually felt small. Fitting into the plane of his chest like she was made for it. Using the whole of his hand, Jaune rolled the heavy softness against her chest, squeezing gently to watch his fingers mold her body.
The bright light of his aura wafted off his skin like smoke, clinging to whatever he touched. Practically saturated by this point, the two mounds fell naturally against her rips, the stimulation naturally flooding the tender skin with warmth and blood.
By the time Jaune was finished, the normally pale feminine curves were flushed and swollen- their tips aching with the attention he’d delivered.
It was good enough, more than necessary in fact. Unbidden, Jaune found his mind drifting to the rest of her body. It was almost too tempting to undress the rest of her, a half skirt and a pair of short black shorts being the only thing standing in his way. Hand leaving her breast, it settled on the warm curve of her ribs. But as beautiful of a sight he knew it would be, he was actually more interested in the results of his little experiment.
Besides, even if things did not go as he’d planned, there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t double or even triple check. One more time, he found himself shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was with great reluctance that he finally stepped back, the front of his pants noticeable tighter despite his best attempts to control himself.
With nothing else to do, he set out to begin the arduous task of redressing her. Fixing the stubborn buttons of her jacket back under her bust, he stepped back and was satisfied to see the usual amount of cleavage peeking out. It was almost a relief to see her back in clothes.
It certainly made thinking clearly less difficult.
It was strange to think of Yang as anything but the powerhouse she was. But after today, Jaune couldn’t help but remember how she’d felt nestled up against him. He’d always have his eyes set on Weiss. But if things didn’t end up working out for whatever reason the blond young man didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t turn his attention on the buxom boxer.
Jaune tried to reposition himself the same as when he’d frozen time.
Returning his eyes to Yang’s breasts, he was surprised to find a calmness about him. Heart still pounding with excitement, the contrast was strange but not unwelcome. Rather, he just didn’t know what to expect. With any luck, his first conclusion would prove true, and Yang would have some kind of reaction. But even if this turned out not to be the case, it was hard to complain after you’d spent an afternoon fondling a beautiful woman’s chest. Now it was just time to see if it was worth more than a cold shower.
Jaune stared at her features a moment longer- almost sad that the frozen moment really couldn’t last forever. But like all things good in the world, this too hand to end. He could only hope that it wouldn’t be too long before the next one. With that as solace, Jaune just smiled. Reaching into his own stomach, the now familiar texture of his semblance brushed against his aura and snapped off.
Unfrozen, the world around him unwound at an increasing pace. Slowly, the people and sounds melted into action. Yang’s voice shot back from the void, the stretched out syllables contracting to recognizable sounds. Jaune waited for all of this to come to a point, eyes wide as they watched the girl come back to life.
“-vitation you know.” Still smirking at him, Yang’s brow quirked, new and strange sensations slowly working their way to her brain.
Hands on her hips, Yang blinked, suddenly feeling as though something was off. Starting small, like a bug tickling the small hairs on her arm, the sensation quickly grew. Almost as though it fed off of her awareness.
Her chest felt… tight. A flush of warmth rose to her cheeks seemingly from nowhere. It wasn’t until she shifted, rolling her hips to balance on her other foot that the motion forced her breasts to brush against the inside of her shirt. All at once, her shoulders tensed, a startled hiss escaping her clenched teeth.
She seemed to completely forget her current company, openly turning to stare down at her covered chest. At the same moment, she couldn’t help but cross an arm over her bust. “W-What the…” she mumbled to herself. But the sensation of her own hands did little clear anything up. And soon the warmth saturating the supple orbs began to bleed throughout the rest of her body.
Yang, from her perspective, was entirely confused. Standing in front of the dorm, she had just finished up giving one of her sister’s friends the pep talk of a lifetime. Catching him glance at her breasts wasn’t entirely surprising. Though it had been a while since anyone had been brave enough to do so quite so brazenly. Rather than let it slide, she thought it would be more fun to catch the boy and watch him flounder. Nothing about that explained why her nipples were suddenly, almost painfully, hard.
Breathing deeply, Yang could feel the warmth in her cheeks as the rest of her body seemed to catch up with whatever effects had focused on her chest. Far from unpleasant, she almost wished it was a pain radiating across he skin. Better that than this frustrating tingle that seemed to tickle her spine.
In a single moment of horror, she found other areas begin to be affected. Namely the sudden warmth in her panties. It was only slight, but she still couldn’t help but press her thighs together in a halfhearted attempt at fending off the unwanted arousal. Maybe forgoing a bra that morning hadn’t been the best idea?
It was impossible to ignore the delightful friction they caused brushing against the slightly abrasive material of her combat attire with every breath. It only served to further scramble her already short-circuited brain. Which is why, hearing somebody’s voice, Yang was horrified to remember she wasn’t anything close to being alone.
“Everything okay?” Still an arm’s length away, Yang’s eyes widened when she watched him take a step closer. That, under normal circumstances, would be totally okay. But at this moment, the last thing she needed was to be closer to a boy.
That’s just what she needed, Vomit Boy, of all people, watching her flushed and flustered. For an irrational moment, she wondered if he could see what was happening to her. She rejected the idea as fast as it had appeared. She refused to even acknowledge that possibility. Instead, she forced her tight expression into a grimace of a smile, trying and failing to appear as her regular self.
“Mhmm!” Not trusting her voice, her breath was already harder to catch. Only after she was sure she could make it through a sentence without stuttering did she attempt words. And even then, it was impossible to miss that something was affecting the poor girl.
“Just, ah, little heat stroke. I think I’ve been out in the sun too long.” It was a pitiful excuse, but it was still better than explaining that her nipples were suddenly hard enough to cut glass. Hands still braced over her chest, she lifted a single arm to wipe away the sweat that had begun to build on her brow. It had been quite some time since she’d been able to feel these sensations, making their effects that much more potent.
This time the flush in her cheeks was more than arousal, but honest embarrassment. Almost as soon as she finished talking, a look of confusion swallowed her features. This was quickly followed by a deep flush of color that seemed to devour her otherwise pale cheeks.
Wracking her mind, she tried to make sense of what could have caused this reaction. She liked to joke that her ‘girls’ had a mind of their own, but this was ridiculous. Unfortunately, stood outside in the middle of the courtyard, there wasn’t much regarding stimulation. Not unless she’d suddenly taken a liking to tall, blond, and scraggly.
She would have laughed if not for the sudden drop in her stomach.
Impossible, surely… Though he had been staring right at them. Maybe she’d liked the attention more than she’d thought? Still grinding against her shirt, the tightly wound flesh left sparks of pleasure with each action, only deepening her frown. It was crazy… but there wasn’t much else that could have triggered such a reaction. She glanced back at the boy, trepidation clear in her purple gaze.
For the first time in her life, Yang found herself considering the boy. Looking for something that she might have consciously missed. Looking for anything that she normally found attractive.
That’s not to say she thought of him as unattractive, especially when she usually enjoyed other blonds. But his weedy frame and nervous disposition always made it impossible to see him in any real light. At least, that’s what she had thought.
Then there was her little sister to consider. While it didn’t seem all that serious, he was still the first guy ever that she’d interest in – small as it may be. What kind of big sister would she be to try and swoop in and steal that away?
It couldn’t be that part of her enjoyed Jaune ogling her, could it? The very thought soured her stomach. Sure, she liked being the center of attention. But not that much!
Yet, the more she thought about him, the more her body naturally responded to the source of its pleasure. Bathed in his aura, her breasts couldn’t help but react to his presence. She could feel her nipples tighten just glancing in his direction.
The realization was both unnerving, and curious. The steady pulse throbbing in the blonde’s chest demanded the rest of her attention, and Yang came to a decision.
Whether Jaune was the source or not, it was time to retreat to a more private location. Her slight motions and fidgeting were doing nothing but making things even worse. The slight heat in her underwear had even turned humid. And her hammering heartbeat only seemed to fan the flames.
“So, I should probably get out of this heat,” Yang forced a calm expression. Fanning the warmth still burning on her face, it was all too easy to explain the slight sweat beading on her brow. In reality, the longer she stayed, the longer mind continued to fry.
Jaune, who’d watched all of her behavior in silence up until this point, was slow to respond. “Ah, oka-.” And even when he did, the other blonde didn’t bother waiting for him to finish, her cleavage heaving with the deepening breaths.
Finally, she’d had enough. “Glad you’re feeling better. See ya!” She forced in a rush.
Shouldering past the boy, Yang didn’t even bother to hide the slow jog she broke into as she barreled past him and into the building. The up and down bounce of her breasts was a special kind of torture. And she struggled to keep the breathy moan out of her panting tone.
Past the threshold, Yang finally allowed her hand to reach into her jacket and actually touch the hard nub pressing through her thin undershirt. Pleasure arcing up her spine, she could only decide if what she needed was a cold shower or a very, very warm one. She shook the thought from her head before turning to start the path leading towards her dorm.
Unbeknownst to her, the expression she left on Jaune’s face wasn’t confusion, but excitement. His cheeks were bright red, making the excited smile on his face that much more apparent to those walking by. He stared after her, his features somewhere between amazed and turned on. Yang Xiao Long flustered was one thing he never expected to see in his time spent at Beacon.
The test was positive, that was the only explanation. If what he thought happened had really just happened than what he could do with these powers was much more nefarious than he’d originally thought. That’s to say, the possibilities that were opening up made the young man’s mind race.
Even for him, a guy who normally struggled to find anything positive about himself, he couldn’t deny that for a brief moment, before she’d run off, Yang had actually looked at him – had thought about him, if only for a second. Even if that was all he accomplished, it was still farther than anything he’d been able to pull off before.
A chance – a moment of doubt was all he needed to win Weiss over. And with this power, he might be able to achieve just that.
Jaune’s smile carried him to the steps of the building. Rather than go inside and face his teammates, he sat on the bottom step and found himself considering everything that had happened. And to think the day wasn’t even over.
Just a few hours ago, he seemed like another person. Afraid and skittish, the small crane of his neck that bent into his chest no longer plagued his posture. For the first time in his life, he felt like he didn’t need to hide. He looked ahead and stood, sat, proudly. Finally convinced that he might not have been born into the wrong family. And that… that was new. But it also wasn’t the only thing he’d noticed.
Staring down at his hand, he could still feel the soft texture of Yang’s breast. It was surprising, amazing actually, to think he’d actually gone through with it. The guy he was, the guy he was used to being, he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t have to worry about what he was, a failure - a disgrace. For the first time in his life, he was able to actually discover who he was as just… Jaune. Whether that was for good or for worse remained to be seen. But there was one thing he did know for sure.
No more excuses. He didn’t have the luxury of blaming himself for his failures anymore.
First Weiss, he would use these powers to get the girl of his dreams and make her his. And after that… save the world. He would protect everyone, and go down in history as the greatest hunter that ever lived.
That’s what it took to be an Arc. That’s what it meant to have the power he’d been gifted.
A/N: F&R
Next Chapter: A Brick To Build A Castle: The after effects of Jaune’s abilities make themselves known while Yang contemplates her new reaction towards the blonde hunter. Meanwhile, the white knight himself enlists the help of one Ruby Rose to aid him in his conquest of his beloved. Will he get the chance he so desperately needs? Or is even the power to stop time not enough to sway Weiss’ frozen heart?
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