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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132765 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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A/N: Okay guys, the chapter everyone’s been waiting for! This was a tone of fun to write and I hope it is just as exciting to read.
I also have some news that should make a lot of you happy. I understand that a lot of you like my stories, but are frustrated with the current update style. I want you to know that I hear you and I’m going to start doing my best to increase that pace. Which means, in addition to the guaranteed update every other month, I’m going to do my best from now on to include a second update in that time. Ideally this means I’ll be updating every month, but I am not promising anything. Only that I’m going to try.
Nothing makes me happier as a writer than making all of you guys happy. Just please don’t be too upset if I miss an extra update every now and then. That’s all I have to say. Please enjoy the chapter and if you can I would love to hear what you guys thought.
Chapter 8
Girl(s): Pyrrha, Weiss, Yang, OCx2.
Tag(s): Molestation, groping, petting, fingering. (and a lot of it!)
Words: 11,609
Editor: Mr. G
As a whole, Beacon locker rooms weren’t anything so special despite the otherwise grandeur of the rest of the academy - rocket powered lockers aside. An enclosed cement and tile space lined with metal lockers, shower stalls hissed at the very back of the room. And towards the center, more lockers snaked throughout the empty space creating a maze-like pattern as well as some semblance of privacy to those changing their clothes within. None of which was nearly as interesting as the warm, soft bodies suddenly spilling into the room.
Women, young women, and huntresses at that quickly spread throughout the once quiet enclave, gasps and excited chatter tinkling as they gushed over the spectacle that they had all just witnessed. Suddenly, none of them were the trained, deadly warriors they’d worked years to become. Rather, they were just teenage girls, young faces stretching wide with grins and bright eyes sparkling as their giggles rang free. Spreading out to find their lockers, the number of women began working to remove the many belts and clasps of their combat attire, stripping without so much as a nervous glance towards the other women around them.
This usually tended to be the norm for hunters. A culture separate from the general populous that was hammered into them from an early age. Simple things like shame were liable to get most killed out in the field, after all. Who wanted to die because they were attack alone by Grimm because they’d been too embarrassed to bathe in front of their team? Better they get used to the idea of people seeing them naked early on than let it become a problem later.
There had been a similar exercise at the very start of the year when the culmination of potential first-year students had been forced to sleep together in the main hall before initiation. Sleeping around each other, changing around each other, though most had done their best to keep from showing more than their underwear. These were still teenagers, after all. And just because this was a lesson that was taught, it didn’t mean everyone was able to learn it as well as others.
Ruby Rose was one such case. Which she demonstrated by keeping her face towards the floor as she rushed to one of the few more hidden alcoves before reaching to undo her cloak.
It wasn’t her fault she was so nervous changing in front of the other girls. Although, truth be told, she’d never enjoyed it much before her sudden scholastic elevation either. At least in Signal, she’d been around girl’s her age who shared the agony that was puberty. It was hard not to be embarrassed, still stuck in that awkward in-between stage between a girl and a woman. But that was no longer the case. And whereas before she was surrounded by gangly limbs and budding anatomy, these girls had obviously shed their awkward shells and filled out all the developments necessary to be called women.
Which is why Ruby found herself especially awkward standing among them. Just because the people around her changed didn’t mean she did. And she still felt very much the awkward fifteen-year-old that she was, intimidated by the maturity around her. It was the same issue she found herself facing nearly everywhere at Beacon. That she didn’t fit. And everyone around her knew it. Which is why it was so unexpected that this particular insecurity was relatively unfounded.
As far as figures go, Ruby wasn’t nearly as far behind her classmates as she might fear. Much like her sister, it seemed her body had developed fairly early in life resulting in a shape most would call womanly. Breast-wise especially she seemed to take after her sister, even if it was unlikely she would ever be quite that big. Even her hips had started to round out over the last year, drawing attention to the tight bottom she kept hidden beneath the rolls of her skirt.
In only a tank top and a thin pair of pajama bottoms, she might be surprised how many glances she’d gotten during their first day at beacon and how many young men had started the year on Yang’s shit list.
However, today her face wasn’t red because she needed to change clothes in front of a bunch of older girls. And her fingers didn’t fumble because she was worried what other people were thinking about her. Rather, these symptoms could all be attributed to one blond-haired individual, whom she had just thrown herself into his arms.
A low groan escaped her lips as the memory forced itself to the surface. She’d just been so excited, she hadn’t even thought about what she was doing until suddenly her body had been pressed against his. She hadn’t been expecting to be so aware of the soft firmness of his shoulders or the oddly delightful sensation of his toned stomach against her belly as she slid back to the ground. She’d been too embarrassed to say anything afterward, leaving her to stew in her own thoughts until now. Unfortunately, she’d always been the worst person to calm her own anxiety. And without her sister to talk her down, she found the odd stress in her stomach rising rather than settling.
Truth be told, she’d been thinking about her friend a lot lately. Sometimes at odd hours in the night or just random thoughts throughout her day. Just a young woman, she was struggling to understand the sudden interest in the boy, not even realizing that his gender was a factor at all. Only that her interest in one of her friends was suddenly stronger. And in a way that made her stomach cramp. Perfectly normal behavior that didn’t at all mean she’d contracted some horrible, flesh-eating disease. Or, at least that’s what she was trying to convince herself of. Unfortunately, it was getting harder and harder, each time she felt her heart start to pound and her skin tingle.
The same tingle she was feeling right then, in fact. And had been feeling ever since the aforementioned hug. It was with a small shutter that she felt the sensation wash over the surface of her body, warm and stuffy and making her feel sweaty in her clothes even though she hadn’t even fought that day! She just wanted to sigh, and groan, and eat a cookie. Er, maybe more than one. With milk. And a nap. And then some video games. With Jaune? The thought seemed to sneak up on her, repeating the sigh and groan. The question she kept asking herself was, what had changed to affect her so much?
Unlike most people, she’d never disparaged Jaune for being weak or awkward. Actually, it was probably those reasons the two of them had grown to be friends in the first place. He was never intimidating like so many of the older kids. She never had to worry about being clumsy or messing up around him because she knew he was one of the few people at Beacon that understood that pain.
He was comfortable, he was nice, he was reliable, which was why she enjoyed spending time with him. She was never the best at making friends. Which is why she cherished the ones she had so dearly. It was only recently that these emotions had started to develop into something different.
It’s not like any of that had changed. Not really. It was just, lately, she found herself enjoying his company even more. Enjoying his smiles more. Looking at him more. Thinking about him more. And of course, she didn’t give any of this any special thought. It just meant they were even better friends than before, right? It was a good thing. Until it… wasn’t. Until she found herself wanting to spend time with him, and only him. And started to grow unhappy seeing him pay special attention to their other friends.
Besides Pyrrha, it seemed like she never had to worry about anyone in their group trying to monopolize her first friend. But that had changed lately too. Now it seemed like everyone wanted to spend time with Jaune. And for some reason, that made her feel icky.
It was weird. And dumb. And she hated it. Which is why she’d been so happy to focus on something so wonderful. She’d grown up her entire life hearing children’s stories about ugly ducklings and caterpillars that turn into butterflies; it was nice to see it actually could come true. It even kind of gave her hope for herself someday. He looked so much… cooler all of a sudden. More sure of himself. Lately she’d found herself just staring at him, or his arms or his hair with a fascination she usually reserved for weapons.
He also looked older. But not in a way that scared her off. If anything, it made her admire him. It made everything she’d been feeling before… more. And then she’d hugged him.
Oh god, stop thinking about that already!
More tingles. More heat. And yet another sigh. Maybe, maybe it wasn’t him that had changed? Maybe it was her? But that just made her even more confused. And all of this stress was exhausting. Lowering her head, she finished unlacing her corset, immediately taking the opportunity to take deep breaths in hope of cooling herself down. Not that it worked. With a slight frown, she pulled at her collar before looking towards the showers.
She might as well. The only thing worse than going insane was going insane and being stinky. It might even help her clear her thoughts. She just needed to think about something else! Anything else. Anything but Jaune. And Weiss. And her sister. And Pyrrha. And how all of them have been looking at him lately. And how that made her feel angry for no explicable reason. And-! Nope! No, not thinking about it. Taking a shower. Stupid, flesh-eating… ngahhh!
For some reason, her clothes just felt so stuffy all of a sudden. Her usual reluctance to undress in front of others became vastly diminished in her need to escape the clinging fabric. And pulling the zipper at her neck down her back, she immediately felt relief. The blush in her cheeks had visibly spread down the slender column of her neck and into… areas. Not that she could see. Which was probably a good thing. Bad enough that she was struggling with the emotional aspects of puberty. The last thing she needed was to see her body suddenly alive with sexual energy.
While her mind and thoughts had managed to remain innocent in a corrupted world, her body could no longer stay that of a child. Creating the conflict that she now faced. Unfortunately, as much as she might want to resist, nature had a way of playing dirty. And young Ruby was already finding herself falling prey to one of the many temptations made available by adolescents. It was only a matter of time before fear and panic turned to curiosity. A shift that might be closer than anyone could have guessed.
Ignoring the sensations rushing through her frame, Ruby was finally freed of her combat dress, letting the dark fabric pool at her feet. Leaving her bare except for a pair of functional underwear. Her light complexion beamed in the fluorescent light made even brighter by her half-lidded expression.
It was a good thing everyone was too excited to pay her any attention. Ruby was correct in assuming these girls were all far more experienced than her. It would only take one look at her to realize what was going on. As it were, she managed to start towards the shower stalls without incident. Little did she know, it would take more than the warm spray of water to cool the heat building inside of her.
Of course, Ruby wasn’t the only one with a certain blond on the brain. Throughout the room conversation was alight, most notably centered around a small cluster of familiar young women. just because they’d had to leave him behind didn’t mean the two teams stopped talking about their friend’s spectacle. In fact, they seemed even more vocal. Giving voice to thoughts they hadn’t dared in his presence.
“So, was it just me or does Jaune seem… different?” Yang called out to her friends. Against one of the corners of the inner locker lanes the five women had managed to store their clothes fairly close to one another. Preparing their uniform, no one looked at each other as they got ready to change, making Yang’s forced nonchalance all the more obvious. It would be only after several long, awkward heartbeats that Weiss hesitant tone offered her opinion.
“I… have noticed that, yes. Something in his eyes, or posture maybe?”
“And that he's gotten a bit taller?”
“A bit.”
“Kind of, less Jaune-y”
“Not the most eloquent way to put it, but… yes.”
“Also, friggin’ badass!” Nora chimed, still grinning ear to ear as she glanced back at the pair of awkward girls. It took a moment for that to sink in, a sarcastic retort immediately coming to Yang’s lips. But as much as she loved to mock their mutual friend… it had been kind of badass.
“Yeah – I suppose,” the two girls agreed, more to themselves than the group. It was still a hard pill to swallow. To see the boy they all recognized as… challenged, suddenly as capable as the rest of them, if not more so. Their entire time at Beacon, the teams had watched him continue to struggle only to shoot ahead of all of them at the last second. No longer the one that needed to be protected. And no longer the joke, however well meaning.
“Bet you regret turning him down now, huh princess? Too bad he didn’t blossom before your little date.” Yang’s grin turned teasing, yet underneath it all was the slightest hint of fishing as she glanced towards the pale-skinned teenager, watching for her reaction.
Weiss’ shoulders stiffened, hands pausing at her waist as she lowered her dress towards the floor. A heartbeat passed before she continued to undress as though nothing had happened. But Yang had seen the pause, and her expression dropped, narrowing ever so slightly.
Standing in just her black pair of panties and bra, Weiss stuffed her combat dress into her locker struggling to keep the heat from her cheeks. Damn Yang. And damn Jaune. Damn blondes in general. As much as she would have liked to deny Yang’s words, there did ring some truth.
It's not like she was so shallow as to only consider dating Jaune after he revealed some kind of awesome power. But, neither did it change nothing. As if her feelings weren’t stressful enough, at least she’d had the freedom to walk the line between her interest in the blond and walking away. After all, attraction be damned there was much to consider before she threw herself into anything so reckless as a relationship. And while her body may have betrayed her, her mind had still been able to see a multitude of reasons they couldn’t be together.
A difference in wealth, in ability, in ambitions. Now, however… those gaps seemed suddenly less.
Jaune… he was going to be famous. The hunter of their generation. With sponsors and a future and everything she’d been using as an excuse to talk her libido down. The fragile wall that was her resolve was suddenly shattered, leaving her scrambling to find out what she was going to do. And how to fix what she might have ruined. First with her poor attitude. Then with her cowardice. And finally, with her inability to so much as apologize afterward. So, to answer Yang’s question, yes. She did regret that she couldn’t have known about Jaune’s power earlier. Not that she was about to give the bitch the satisfaction.
“You’re one to talk,” the heiress hummed, reaching behind her back to undo the strap keeping her petit breasts pressed against her chest. The elastic material snapped around her upper body as soon as she managed to disconnect the straps. Now topless, her eyes turned derisive as she met Yang’s stare over her shoulder.
“You must have been twice as loud as the rest of us in the crowd. And don’t think we all didn’t see your face when you asked him for a fight. Pretty bashful for someone you still call vomit boy.” Her words sharpened towards the end, becoming accusatory. Yang’s grin didn’t falter, however, instead hardening to meet her teammate's challenge. The connection lasted for several heartbeats before Pyrrha, of all people, spoke up. What had been a moping and downtrodden tone turning shockingly bold for a girl usually so polite.
“Seems like both of you could learn from this.” The red-haired amazon was already stripped down to her panties. The bronze and leather material of her uniform stashed away inside her locker. A normal bra was in her hands as she wrapped the underwear around her torso, securing the hooks before turning the garment around. The cotton cups hugged her large breasts perfectly before lifting them higher towards her collar. She didn’t look at either of them as she continued, a little too pleased with the situation and annoyed with the conversation to care about things like propriety.
“I imagine quite a few people are going to start paying attention to him now that they feel like he’s worth something. Thank goodness all of us were able to see him for the kind, strong young man that he’s always been, hmm?” Yang and Weiss shivered at her tone, both turning their attention back to their lockers rather than look the woman in the eye. As if having their behavior towards Jaune thrown right back in their faces wasn’t bad enough, it was more than a little intimidating when Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, was pissed at you. Both strong in their own ways, neither young women were inclined to get on her bad side.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s calm down. Don’t tell me you guys are actually fighting over Jaune?” Blakes dry tone cut through the tension, perhaps the only girl in the locker room unaffected by the day’s events. Buttoning up her blouse, her skirt and uniform were already almost dressed as she listened to her friends not so subtly jab at one another. It was amusing, to say the least. To think that one fight was all it would take to tip the scales. But the cat faunus was far from complaining, watching each of her friends with keen interest.
“Please!”
“hardly!”
“Maybe…”
The two girls immediately denied, with Pyrrha muttering quietly to herself. The fact of the matter remained, it was impossibly frustrating listening to everyone suddenly so interested in her team leader after she’d supported him from the very beginning. She had always seen strength in him just waiting to emerge, always trusted him and supported him. Only to have these… harpies swoop in and steal what was rightfully hers? Oh no. Just because she liked to be nice and tried to think about other people’s feelings didn’t mean she was above slapping a bitch. If Jaune really wanted someone else, that was fine. She could live with that. But that didn’t mean she was about to go down without a fight.
There was still the issue of her… assault. But, perhaps he wasn’t so upset with her? He didn’t seem too angry when she saw him after the fight. He’d even smiled at her! Kind of. It was a small thing, but just big enough to make her believe there was still hope of making up before it was too late.
The worst-case scenario was that he was afraid of her and only wanted to stay friends. Best-case, maybe he could have even liked it? Just a little? He had seemed to cum quite a bit at the time. Oum knows she’d been just as fast, which only made her that much guiltier. Even if it had only lasted a minute, she would never forget the relief and pleasure she’d experience feeling him fill her.
If she were honest with herself, she would acknowledge that she missed that sensation, craved it even when she knew she should only feel horror. She didn’t want that to be the only time they could be together. But that wasn’t going to happen if she kept running in and out of the room every time he showed up.
She’d wanted to give him space but considering his sudden popularity… she might need to act sooner than she thought. Her brow creased as she considered this, battle plans already connecting in her mind. Little did she know, the two women she considered friend’s minds were in a very similar path.
Yang glared at nothing as she stripped frustratedly, quick jerking movements tearing her gear from her body and making her softer aspect jiggle with all kinds of delight. Temper flaring to life, she huffed in silence, wondering for what felt like the hundredth time why she was suddenly fixated on the blond boy. Both Blake and Pyrrha were being ridiculous, of course, and just making things worse. It wasn’t like she was really interested in Jaune. Just curious. But curious enough to step on Pyrrha’s toes? Ha-ha… ah, hmm… why couldn’t she say no?
A tired sigh fell from her lips as she unbuckled her half skirt, pulling it down along with her spandex shorts. Bronzed buns slipped into view over a yellow thong, just as toned and honed as the rest of her muscular figure. Nothing ruined spandex like panty lines. Idly, part of Yang found herself wondering what kind of underwear Jaune preferred. A ghost of a thought that had Yang admiring her figure in her locker’s mirror. She tried to imagine him being affected by her as much she was by him and a slow smile quickly crept onto her lips.
Again, just simple curiosity. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just have a taste before she threw him back to Pyrrha? She didn’t seem like the type who couldn’t share. Suddenly her smile evolved into a full grin. Whatever it was that he did to her, she needed to find out. Blake had been right, she wasn’t the type to just sit back and do nothing when the answer was right in front of her. Well, she’d teased and tested enough.
Something about that fight, seeing Jaune standing over a crippled Carden and the fire in his eyes as he tasted victory, it had awoken something in her she’d never found in another person. Something she’d failed to notice, along with the rest of their school with the exception of Pyrrha. Who knows, maybe her body had been trying to tell her something this entire time. Maybe part of her had been attracted to him all along and she’d just never noticed until now. She didn’t know. What she did know was that the only way to find out if this was real was if she found out for herself.
Before reaching for her bra to start dressing, she allowed her fingers to trail down her breast, already imagining the pleasure yet to come. And that… that might be worth fighting Pyrrha.
Even Weiss found herself undeterred by the two other women. If anything, their sudden challenge only spiked her interest. Above all else, her father had made sure to instill in his children a competitive edge. And what else were relationships if not a competition? Did she really want Jaune? Somewhat. Did she really want to fight Pyrrha for him? Not especially. Was she about to let someone else have him? Not on their life. Better she claimed him quickly and decides later if that’s what she really wants.
Weiss frowned suddenly, pausing mid-sock as she considered if that was a little too cold. In the end, she just shrugged her shoulders. There would be time to work through her family’s issues later. For now, she had a boy to hunt. No more stuttering and chickening out. She already knew he wanted her, all she needed was to let him know she was available.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the room, an invisible line was drawn between the three women, each silently declaring a war for the blond boy oblivious to the consequences his actions sowed. His games and manipulation could only go so long before it came back to bite him in the ass. A situation that was quickly mounting. And all the while, he remained naive to what was about to unfold, blissfully blind in his perverted quest to satisfy the hunger his powers created. If only they knew what the subject of their affection was up to right then. A stupid grin on his face as he forced time to slow to a crawl.
XxX
Jaune sighed, breathing a deep breath as he stepped through the door leading towards the women’s locker room. Leaving Ren behind, he didn’t hesitate to continue deeper, the promise of naked women too much for his teenage mind. Following the curved privacy hallway towards the larger open area, as he turned that corner his curiosity was finally sated as he stepped into what could only be called the promised land.
Jaune’s head turned left, and then slowly swiveled towards the right. Aesthetically, the room was identical to the men’s room just on the other side of a wall. The same green floor tiles and cement wall and ceilings. But is where any similarities ended. Because compared to the bland, manly view he was used to, there could be no equal.
Women, beautiful women, all tall and fit and in various stages of undress were spread out for his viewing pleasure. Frozen by his power, they were rendered immobile, little more than warm, living statues, stuck in the moment of his choosing. Some could be seen clustered around each other in groups, wide grins making their already lovely features more so, while others remained by themselves, quickly dressing and completely uninterested in the festivities of gushing over his little show. And more still could be seen with towels in hand, wandering back towards the wall of showers Jaune was sure remained in the back.
For a long moment, he found himself unable to move, simply taking in the wonderful picture that was a huntress academy’s locker room.
Slow, he needed to take this slow. He could already tell it would be too easy to become overwhelmed in the near amusement park levels of enjoyment he was allowed in this room. He just needed to remember why he was there. To find a girlfriend. To find a girl he found best fit him. And to do that, he would need to get a much closer look.
Taking the first step into the room, Jaune allowed a warm breath to bellow from his nostrils while his smile threatened to consume his other features. With no better place to start, Jaune simply looked around for the first girl to catch his eyes, finally settling on a fairly voluptuous young women standing in little more than her underwear.
Long raven locks of hair fell down her back like a midnight waterfall. Her complexion was dark, a rich honey caramel that belied a Vacuan ancestry. Surrounded by a group of friends, her dusky green eyes seemed to twinkle even without time. Making her smirking expression stand out as especially inviting.
Shifting closer, Jaune allowed his attention to slip to other locations, starting with the ample curve of her breasts in a low-cut brassiere that just barely managed to contain the swells of her womanly flesh. It was like they were begging to tumble free, to let the fabric slip just an inch lower and expose even more of her womanly assets. So that’s what Jaune did, a tingle in each of his fingertips and he urged the material just a little lower, allowing a pair of tanned, deep brown nipples to wink into existence.
There was a moment of hesitation, a slight flinch as Jaune considered if he really planned to interact with the gorgeous view of the huntresses around him. But even that faltered all too quickly, the memory of Pyrrha’s supple body all the temptation he needed to decide he needed to compare.
Jaune’s breath was coming heavier with each second, his fingers lingering on the mysterious woman’s soft skin before trailing lower towards her toned stomach. His eyes were dry from not blinking, but he couldn’t find it in him to deny himself the pleasure of this moment for even one second.
He’d noticed this girl before in class. Compared to the much fairer complexions of Vale, it was natural that she would stand out. Normally quiet and reserved, he recalled an assortment of dust infused daggers as her weapons of choice, one of each element lining her thigh high leggings. This, of course, required an unusually short skirt to allow easy access. A perk more than one of the boys in class had learned to enjoy. But none of them got to see what Jaune was seeing now. None of them got to actually appreciate what was under that skirt. And trailing a finger down her ribs and towards the full curve of the girl’s backside, Jaune’s breath came out in a heated shutter as he gave the smooth cheek a gentle squeeze.
His gentle caresses continued as he made his way even lower, appreciating the legs behind the girl’s weapons. He stopped at her knees before circling back, tracing the smooth skin between her thighs all the way up towards their apex. It was as his finger brushed against the warm cotton of her patties, the lone strip of fabric meant to guard her sex, that Jaune took the time to really consider the girl and if she would be a good match.
From what he knew about her, she was nice. But a bit of a loner. She had a few friends, namely, the ones currently stood around them as Jaune played with her body. But he usually saw her alone more often than not. Her cool personality could be interesting and, well, sexy. But when it came down to it, Jaune admitted to himself that he was probably looking for someone a bit easier to spend time with. Tracing the line of her sex a few times, Jaune finally pulled back with a sigh, admitting to himself that the exotic young woman just wasn’t a good match. Thankfully, there was plenty to choose from.
Jaune allowed his fingers to keep kneading the dark-skinned girl’s backside while he turned his attention elsewhere. Unfortunately, the girl’s friends were a little bit on the plain side. Attractive in their own right, but unable to stand out in a little room of naked women.
The blush on his cheeks was evident as was the arousal sticking out the front of his pants. Still, he forced himself to focus even as he appreciated the sensation of his fingers pressing into firm muscle, eventually finding another candidate a bit further down the row of lockers.
Stepping away from the cluster of girls, as Jaune crept closer recognition flashed in his blue gaze. Rain was her name, which he only remembered because of her impossible to miss bob of deep blue hair. No doubt a tribute to her namesake. What Jaune hadn’t noticed before, was that she was apparently covered in freckles. A delightful surprise that he took a special pleasure in memorizing.
By herself in the corner of lockers, she was wearing even fewer clothes than the rest of the girls, a conservative bra wrapped around her breasts while the blue panties she had been wearing were crumpled at her feet. A new white pair were clutched in her left hand, leaving her lower half completely bare for Jaune to enjoy. Which he did. Eagerly lowering his gaze towards the trimmed bush of darker blue hairs curling from her pale complexion. It was nice to say he could confirm that the carpet did indeed match the drapes. And in more ways than one.
Allowing his hand to reach out and settle on the firm plane of her stomach, Jaune traced the many orange flecks that mirrored those found on the bridge of her nose and shoulders. Though, he was much more interested in the spots hugging her cleavage and thighs.
Jaune couldn’t help his hands from wandering, spreading the white mist of his Aura across Rain’s body. Starting at her hip, his touch worked up her body to cup her medium breasts through her bra before sliding lower to tickle the hairs between her legs. Warm folds pressed between his fingers, unobstructed by underwear like before and allowing him to enjoy her most intimate area without reservation. He slowly massaged the soft bulb of flesh until a slick humidity began to seep into his palm.
Rain was a bit smaller than was considered normal, seeming more cute than sexy. A round face with slanted eyes and petite frame, she managed to match close to Ruby’s height while maintaining Weiss’ slender proportions. Combined with an ironically sunny disposition and near-perpetual smile and Jaune could see she was much closer to the type of girl he was looking for.
Except… he did recall she had a tendency to be on the… immature side. Not ditzy so much as carefree in a way that made it hard for her to take things seriously. And while he appreciated a girl that could kick back, at the same time it made it hard to have a sincere relationship with someone who couldn’t be serious. Not really a deal breaker, so much as someone he should keep in mind in case he can’t find a better option. Tracing a thumb over her nipple through her bra, he watched the pointed tip harden before turning back to look at the room.
And so Jaune found himself falling into something of a pattern. Wandering around the locker room like it was a library, he’d wait for a figure or hair color to catch his eye before getting a closer look. Where he would then take the opportunity to grope and peek at whatever he pleased while he considered their compatibility. Usually while taking the time to look down a bra or pull a pair of panties to the side. That is, when they were wearing them. Some girls he found nearly completely dressed, which was a disappointment. While others he found bend over, or sat on a bench, buck naked with everything on display.
And that was before he even made it to the showers!
After half an hour, he hadn’t it made it through half the room. It was around this point, abandoning a dangerously seductive Mistralian archer, that he entered the center of the next ring of lockers. Only to stumble upon much more familiar faces…
Jaune blinked seeing nearly all of his female friends all in one place. A few other women were nearby, but none so interesting that it distracted from girl’s like he knew. Actually, stepping closer to get a better look, Jaune could safely say that after his jaunt his friends really were exceptionally beautiful, even compared to other huntresses. Considering for only a moment, he supposed a little walk down memory lane wasn’t such a bad idea. Oum knows he had the time. Besides, even if he’d seen them before, the familiarity did nothing to distract from the mouth-watering view of them all together.
Even closer he looked between his friends enjoying each of their unique qualities. Yang’s bronze complexion. Weiss’ near bird-like figure and slender arms and legs. Pyrrha’s flawless skin. Even Blake and Nora caught his attention for a few seconds. Blake, because of how startling her yellow eyes drew him in and Nora’s short but voluptuous figure. It was almost impossible to focus on just one.
In the end, it was the distance between him and his partner that made the decision for him.
Jaune approached his partner, smile dimming ever so slightly. Even if she couldn’t see him, it was nice to be next to her again. It was the first time he’d been allowed since their little roll in the woods. And he found himself once again struck by just how beautiful she was.
Reaching out, his hand settled on her cheek, a calm, almost hard expression on her face as she frowned down at her neatly piled uniform. His thumb traced the light red of her lips, remembering how it had felt when she’d pressed them against his own, how her face had opened with pleasure when she’d pressed him inside of her. His eyes darkened with arousal at the memory, slowly turning from her stern expression towards her body.
A note of pleasure hummed from Jaune’s nostrils as he took notice of the amount of bare skin available to him. In just her bra and panties, the matching red material played wonderfully against her natural red hair.
Turning his hand against her collar, the slender slope of her neck fit neatly in his palm as he slipped down to cup a breast. His fingers squeezed ever so gently, remembering how much he’d enjoyed exposing her out in the middle of nowhere and touching her to his heart's content. Her body had been the one to finally tempt him into losing what little control of himself he’d struggled to maintain. Which made sense. She’d been the one to draw him into this lifestyle from the start, after all. Back when he’d been too nervous to do so much as peek through a door.
Jaune looked back on the boy he’d been, so nervous and afraid of everything that he encountered. He couldn’t say if what he turned into was any better. But he was at least happier. And that would have to be enough.
More memories played through Jaune’s mind as he grew more comfortable with his partner. Slowly his body drew closer, one step following the next until his front settled against Pyrrha’s back. She was tall enough that he needed to settle his chin on her shoulder, which only allowed him to breathe in the scant wisps of Pyrrha’s natural scent. All the while he continued to memorize her body, breast, hips, and waist.
Flowing lower, his fingers stopped at the band of her panties only to frown. And with little regard for what he was doing, Jaune didn’t hesitate to force his finger inside the undergarment, feeling the ticklish sensation of his partner’s wiry hairs as he searched for the soft nest of folds between her legs. However, finding it, Jaune was surprised when he found her sex already aroused.
The blond boy felt his eyebrows knit together as he pressed further towards the snug dimple deeper between Pyrrha’s pale thighs. This wasn’t just slightly aroused, or anything that could be attributed to sweat. With a single finger rubbing against her cleft, he could see she was almost dripping with pleasure – pleasure he hadn’t given. At least, not yet.
Pulling back, he stared at the clear fluid on his fingers wondering if his fight had been even more impressive than he’d thought. Thankfully, before he could get too cocky, his eyes glanced down to see a familiar white aura surrounding his partner's body. The soft light growing especially dense on each of her breasts and between her legs.
Jaune stepped back from his embrace, regretfully. As much as he was enjoying reuniting with his partner, this was the third time he’d discovered his aura lingering on the girls he’d experimented on. They hadn’t been there before though, had they? Curious, Jaune’s fingers reach towards the ethereal light, only to blink at the sight of his own aura reaching out towards the condensed areas where his friend seemed to have absorbed his aura. And what he saw next could only be described as… strange.
Hand outstretched, the glow around Pyrrha’s boobs seemed to brighten, as if the aura that had remained stuck to her body could recognize its source. As if that wasn’t odd enough, Jaune then watched the smooth and creamy complexion of his partners décolletage start to turn red, or blush. Whatever doubts of what was happening was quickly pushed aside as soon as Jaune watched Pyrrha’s nipples start to stand out against the inside of her bra. Creating a pair of bumps that marred the otherwise smooth material hugging her soft mounds. Slowly Jaune pulled his hand back, realization just beginning to set it.
He hadn’t even been touching her, but her body had just… transformed. Becoming what he’d been learning to identify as aroused. Admiring the flushed, red tinge and taut nipples, there really was no other explanation. Unfortunately, that didn’t explain why it had happened. Or how.
Jaune looked from his hand to Pyrrha’s body and then back to his hand. Although, his hand wasn’t all that important to this little discovery, was it? Instead, he looked at his aura, still wafting from his body and still stuck to all the parts of his partner that he’d taken the time to explore. He needed it to use his powers as he had been, it was the only way he could affect his friends while the rest of their bodies were still frozen.
But what if… what if his aura did more than that now? Not because of his semblance, but because their bodies had learned how to respond to his own unique aura? Essentially training their bodies to react to his aura with pleasure while their minds were completely unable to resist the influence. It was as good an explanation as Jaune could come up with. Although, it did warrant further exploration. Thankfully, there were two more women just beside him who were more than available to help test his theory.
Jaune turned his back on his partner, eyes flickering between Weiss and Yang. He paused for a moment, before finally settling on his snow angel, for no reason other than he remembered spreading more of his aura across her body than the well-endowed blond. Stepping towards the heiress, his eyes raked across her nearly nude form, searching for any of the light he’d seen on Pyrrha.
He was terribly disappointed, at first. Giving an initial once-over, he couldn’t see any traces of aura still lingering to her chest or between her legs. Throughout their date, he’d spent a good amount of time working both areas toward pleasure, all in the hopes of swaying her rejections into a semblance of his own feelings for her. Of course, that eagerness had ended up biting him in the ass at the end. Either overloading her until she couldn’t think straight or just outright hurting her with his fumbling attempts at third base. His memories of the evening were fond though, with the exception of how things had ended. But admiring her smooth, pale skin and shining white hair, he couldn’t help but remember why he’d been drawn to her in the first place.
His crush, his ice queen, and one of his biggest regrets if he were honest with himself. Knowing she wanted nothing to do with him anymore, Jaune still kicked himself knowing he’d screwed up any chance of being with her. Reaching out, the reason for his exploration lay forgotten in the back of his mind for a moment as he enjoyed the smooth skin of her hand. There were times when all he’d ever wanted was the chance to hold such a small, delicate thing. And now he was enjoying a nearly unobstructed view of her impossibly small shape.
She might as well have been naked, bra forgotten with only a familiar powder blue pair of panties to guard her virtue. Sat on a bench, she looked to be in the middle of pulling up her socks, one foot still bare while the other remained naked from the shin upwards. They looked like the same pair he’d peeked at on their date before he’d worked up the nerve to reach between her thighs and feel her most private of places.
Her breast were still as pert and perky as he fondly remembered, their cherry pink tips jutting out despite her hunched form. His hand reached without thinking, intent on rolling a stubborn nub across the pads of his fingers. His gestured paused, however, as the aura around his hands neared the small mound. His eyes widened watching her breast suddenly come to life. The glow he’d been looking for suddenly appeared, as though waiting for his presents to activate.
That… made sense, actually. Now that he thought about it. Perhaps it was less that his aura remained after he left, and more that the parts he touched were better conditioned to absorb his aura as soon as they made contact. After all, if they were constantly walking around with his aura on their bodies, and if they were affected by the white light like Jaune suspected, then they would obviously feel pleasure the entire time. Rather, they were just sensitive to his presence while their bodies reacted as soon as they were close enough to be affected by his natural aura.
But, wait, did that mean they were affected even outside of his semblance? Could he create the same effect without stopping time? The idea was immediately interesting, and a tool that would obviously be of significant help in his efforts of seducing a young lady. The only question was, how?
Jaune found the answer swirling around his fingertips. If their bodies reacted to his aura then he just needed to learn how to focus that, right? It was worth a try. And stepping back from his friends, Jaune found himself faced with something even more interesting than a locker room full of huntresses.
He knew what he needed to do to make this idea work. He just didn’t know if it was possible. Essentially, he was talking about projecting his aura away from his body in a way that was condensed enough so as to keep from dispersing. If that was possible… well, he would find out. Hunters did something similar, after all, controlling their aura. They needed to in order to protect themselves from strong attacks or great falls. That had basically been his first test after arriving at Beacon. But even projecting shields was relatively close to the body.
Thankfully, on top of being just generally overpowered and helpful, Jaune's semblance also helped in that it made his protective barrier visible, whereas otherwise, he would struggle to gain a sense of the power. But in this world, and learning how to control his semblance, he’d first needed to learn how to affect this power surrounding him. Now it was just a simple matter of pushing that pressure forward.
Jaune closed his eyes, spreading his awareness to the smoke like layer protecting him from time itself. It was a strange sensation, almost like becoming aware of a second layer of skin. But the feeling was there. His aura was a part of him, an extension of his soul, and so he was free to manipulate it so long as he had the strength and will. He already had some practice in this regard, remembering that he needed to concentrate his aura towards his stomach to activate his Semblance. Now he just needed to do the reverse.
Hands outstretched, he took a deep, calming breath. Unable to see, he could still feel the light around his arms start to shift, their erratic floating movement starting to become more uniform in how it flowed. He stayed like this for what must have been several minutes, if such a thing could even be measured inside his world. And the entire time he focused on the sensation of throwing his shield away from his body, an action that was acutely disturbing in how vulnerable the action left him.
Which was stupid. He had more than enough to spare for this little experiment, and it wasn’t like he was actually open to an attack. But the act of pushing the lifeline that was his aura away felt… wrong somehow. In the end, it didn’t matter how he felt. After some trial and error, he learned the speed he needed to shoot his aura to make the glow actually leave his body. And even then, it was more like throwing air. In real combat, it was next to useless. But for what he had in mind, it might be enough.
Jaune opened his eyes to see the space around him filled with his aura. The light immaterial floated around him like a cloud. Not so far as to reach any of his friends, but still more than he was used to seeing so far from his body. He raised his hand, running it through the light to watch it swirl and bend to his will. He had a feeling, if he wanted, he could push it even further away, at a much greater cost to his reserves. But that would be something to explore later. For now, he had something much more controlled in mind and turned back to his pale-skinned princess to see just how useful his new skills could be.
She’d remained as she’d been, sitting on the bench about to pull a sock up her leg. The light on her breasts had dimmed somewhat. But the arousal his spirit instilled remained. Taking a deep breath, he focused on her hunched figure, trying his best not to be distracted by the beauty he’d admired for so long. Instead, he focused on pushing the light surrounding his arms towards the girl.
The effect didn’t occur right away. Holding his breath and pushing, it seemed as though nothing were going to happen at all. And then the smoky texture started to condense, hardening around his arms like he was used to seeing in his spars. The light material grew heavier, tangible, something that had a pressure he could press against and shoot forward.
Though, shoot might be an overstatement. In reality, the thick column of light began to creep forward, a ghostly imprint of his hands and arms reaching forwards towards the prone girl. It took a few seconds but eventually, his aura did reach his crush, only to break apart the moment its finger touched her shoulder.
The effect couldn’t be ignored. Much like he’d guessed, the light seemed to separate and condense in the areas he’d spent the most time saturating with his hands. To that effect, the light on her breasts and the one between her legs began to glow a bright white. Concentrated, Jaune could see it affecting her even more than the lazy wisps ever could.
Immediately her pale skin started to darken, red blood flooding the areas with arousal and warmth as her body responded to the light aura the only way it knew how. Jaune took the moment to look at his hands and smile.
Success.
With this he could do all kinds of things. Affect women just by being close to them. That would surely have some kind of reaction. No more bursts of arousal that sent them running or going through the motions of undressing and dressing them, however enjoyable he found the process. Heck, he might even be able to use this power from across the room if he got better at it. He could control their reactions, learn how much or little to use depending on the situation.
Testing this theory, Jaune repeated his new aura manipulation, sending another, weaker wave towards Weiss’ unsuspecting form. And sure enough, he watched the light of her body grow, although only at a fraction of his last attempt. The more aura he used, the more pleasure he could instill. A weapon that could only aid in his efforts.
While Jaune celebrated his new-found luck, his aura continued to linger around Weiss’ figure, encouraging all of the sensations she’d been struggling against. Unable to resist, her mind was forced to submit to the basic signals being sent throughout her body. Forcing her body to turn warm and sensitive even faster than if Jaune’s own hands were working her over. The fact that her entire body was being affected only helped in that regard, allowing blood and oxygen to flow throughout her small frame and to swell in certain areas.
Already her entire body beamed with a deep blush, practically glowing under her translucent skin. Jaune had gotten to a sample of this reaction in the past. But in only a pair of panties, her entire surface was exposed for him to see and explore with his eyes.
Admiring her from afar, Jaune felt his own cheeks warm as he enjoyed the unique beauty that was his pale skinned crush. It was painful knowing he’d never get the chance to really be with her. To hold her hand and just hold her the way he wanted to. Feeling that sense of loss, his eyes trailed lower towards the pair of panties still hugging her hips. More interesting, however, was the dark line of arousal suddenly visible between her splayed thighs.
It was immature and childish and even more wrong than what he was used to, mostly because he couldn’t come up with a validation. But Jaune found himself suddenly remiss that he would never get to see all of his ice princess. Sure, he’d touched, but seeing her all hot and bothered only seemed to make him want to see more of her beautiful body. She was already so wet, unable to help herself. He’d been in awe exploring Pyrrha’s sex, would it be so bad if he just peeked really quick at his past crush?
Okay, well, would it be any worse than anything else he’d done? Just that day? Didn’t think so.
Having convinced himself, Jaune moved forward, memorizing her posture before moving to position her better. Already sitting with her legs open, all he needed was to straight her back and rest her socked foot onto the ground. Her furled expressions stared forward while her breasts naturally thrust forward. At the same time, Jaune didn’t hesitate to reach for the blue fabric around her waist, feeling the elastic stretch as he began to urge it downwards.
Lifting her for a moment, the underwear dropped easily, eventually slipping down her ankles. Here they would stay, wrapped around a single foot until Jaune was finished with his fun. He gave the garment no more thought as his attention focused on his friend’s apex. Placing a hand on each knee, he urged her thighs back open, exposing the humid, delightfully pink crease that lay between.
Jaune sucked in a deep breath, immediately punched by a musky, sweet scent of her arousal. Like a heavy vanilla. His little display, while not enough to animate the girl’s themselves, was apparently enough to free the air giving scent to the once perpetual void.
Finding the scent of his crush quite delightful, his eyes flickered to the tuft of white hair just above the bright red slit. Jaune wasn’t at all surprised to see that Weiss’ hair color was indeed natural. Nor was he surprised to see that she took careful measures to keep herself neatly trimmed. Less than Pyrrha’s, Weiss nest of hair stood out against the blushing skin, as unique and fascinating as the silky, snow like locks on top of her head.
A little lower, the proof of her femininity stood out like a bright red bulb. Neat pink lips sat between a normally pale outer pair, but at the moment her own arousal had transformed the silken folds, forcing them to swell and puff up while light glistened off the arousal leaking from her core. All the way from her knees to just below her navel. Jaune could see the red color, becoming darker towards her center.
Jaune couldn’t help but glance up to smile at her blank expression, amazed by the fact that he was seeing all of this incredible young woman. If anything, it only added to her beauty. But, of course, he hadn’t come this far just to look. And still grinning, Jaune admired the blush in his crush’s cheeks as he reached out, palming the whole of her sex without so much as blinking.
Warmth bordering on heat greeted his touch as his hand settled between Weiss’ legs. Jaune blinked, finding even her hair down there to be incredibly soft against his palm while his fingers pressed between the girl’s lips, seeking and feeling the smooth, slippery folds. If he wasn’t hard before, all he had to do was imagine the sensation of this girl around him, the same way he’d had Pyrrha. And suddenly his regret tripled.
He continued to touch his crush, determined to memorize the sensation of her body for later. While one hand ran along the glistening crack of her sex, the other remained just as busy, running up and down the length of her body, stopping only to enjoy key points, such as her breast or face. At one point he found himself admiring Weiss’ lips, drawing his thumb across the pink shape while his other hand did the same between her legs. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to spend the next hour playing with the heiress’ body, he did remind himself that he’d come into the locker room for a purpose. At least, that’s what he told himself. It was bad enough he’d gone this far, no doubt making Weiss very uncomfortable as soon as she woke up.
If he went any further than he might run the risk of pushing Weiss past the point of being able to hide her reaction. Hopefully, he hadn’t gotten her too excited. Even saying that it was hard to ignore the amount of juices covering his fingers, as well as the amount of heat pouring from her lower lips. Her body was on fire and he’d been the one to stoke those flames. With any luck, she would need to run off somewhere and finish what he’d started. Which by itself only furthered the strain pushing against the inside of his pants.
That said, there was just one more thing he needed to check about this new power of his before moving on.
Looking to his left, the picture of Yang’s pert backside drew his attention like nothing else. Somehow, it was fitting that she’d help him perfect his abilities. Since she’d been the very first victim. But before things could get started, he needed to widen his target a bit.
Glancing down at his hand still saturated in Weiss’ arousal, the light of his aura flickered before condensing. He smiled to himself before approaching the soon to be naked blond.
Jaunt sighed, feeling more than a little gluttonous as he took in Yang’s striking figure. Just as naked as he’d found Weiss, she didn’t even have the cover of a sock as she stood in her lone pair of panties, long tanned legs and generous curves on full display as she seemed to be admiring herself in the mirror.
Not that Jaune could blame her. It was one hell of a body to appreciate. Looking back, he recalled how tempted he’d been just to strip her in the middle of the courtyard right then and there. It was only now he realized how much he’d missed out by denying himself.
Her tanned complexion continued unbroken beneath the layers of clothes painting her muscular, feminine figure a deep bronze. She was unique like that, toned to the edge of appearing masculine without actually crossing that line. Oh no, her femininity was impossible to ignore, her wide hips and pronounced bust made sure of that. As if to make up for the strength coiled beneath her smooth, soft skin.
She was a Valean girl through and through, her blond hair just one familiar feature. Born in a family full of varying shades of gold, he’d grown up thinking he’d be sick of the color. But Yang’s special mane was impossible not to admire. Among other things.
Jaune smiled to himself before he moved to cup one of her breasts. They were so big even in his long-fingered grip, it was like they demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Knowing this entire time what the glorious orbs looked like beneath her top, it was even harder not to stare. The familiar softness brought back fond memories and Jaune found himself surprised by how much he missed the shapes in his hands.
Not that Pyrrha’s teardrop silhouette wasn’t wonderful, nor did he disparage Weiss for her less than impressive pointed shapes, but there was just something about a nice breast spilling over your palm that got your heart racing. Yang was one of the few young women he knew equipped to be capable of such service. And the fact that the rest of her was just as mouthwateringly pronounced only made her seem that much more impossible.
Something told Jaune that very few men would get the chance to see Yang Xiao Long in all her glory. Which only made his free access all the more gratifying. An emotion that only increased seeing a white light suddenly start to build from the glorious mounds.
Jaune pulled back seeing his aura take room, satisfied to see that the effect could last even this long. How many days had it been since he’d gotten his power? Weeks at least. But Yang still seemed as susceptible as the other two. Confirming one of his suspicions felt good. But there was still one more he found himself wondering. And for the answer he found his eyes dropping lower.
He knew his powers worked in the void of his world. But that wasn’t especially helpful. Not if he needed to stop time anyway. At that point, he might as well enjoy the pleasure of doing it himself.
What he was interested in finding out was if he could manipulate his aura the same way but without his semblance. Flexing the ethereal protection, he sent another wave towards Yang, more specifically towards the small triangle of cloth protecting her modesty. And just like he thought, breaking across the surface of her hips, the white light trickled down her thighs with no effect. For their bodies to become sensitive to his aura they first needed to have prior contact, it would seem.
Well, so long as it was in the name of science…
Jaune didn’t need to shift the tall blonde to reach for her thong. Still gazing at her impressive figure in the mirror, it was like she came already posed for his manipulation, hips cocked, chest pressed forward, and thighs parted just enough to look between the strong pillars of tanned muscle. Little more than string, the garment stretched easily around the young woman’s fanning hips before slipping down her thighs and knees.
As if her choice in underwear wasn’t enough of a clue, Jaune could now confirm her tanned complexion continued throughout her body. The toned, flat surface of her belly continued into what could only be described as a generous amount of hair curling from her hips. Not to say that Yang allowed herself to grow completely ungroomed. There was an obvious shaping to the bush of golden blond hair keeping the mess from appearing too wild. But the hair that was allowed to grow did so and was apparently tended to as carefully as those found on her head. Despite himself, Jaune couldn’t help but smile, imagining fireproof panties…
Jokes aside, the weight of seeing Yang’s naked crotch was as heavy as had been Pyrrha and Weiss and even the few girls he’d peeked at on the way towards his group of friends. Part of Jaune wondered if he would ever get bored of seeing naked huntresses. A notion he happily dismissed. The day admiring beautiful women got old was the day he’d happily hang up his sword and retire. But that day was not today. And today, he was lucky enough for the opportunity to finger one of the most beautiful women in the school… without the risk of getting his skull caved in.
Again, for science.
The light of his aura condensed as he focused on saturating as much of the smoky material into Yang’s body as he could. Reaching out, he pressed his digit into the naturally soft folds, feeling the soft hairs tickle his palm as he began to rub back and forth, urging her body to come alive. Free from the shackles of time, this part of her body was helpless to respond to the sensations of Jaune’s slowly increasing skill. And repeating the motions he’d used on Pyrrha, it seemed to take no time at all before a light blush consumed her lower lips, forcing them to swell and open to his touch. He stopped only when his fingers were covered in the slick arousal of Yang’s pleasure, and even then, only to admire his work.
Breasts and privates fully aroused, Yang’s body only looked even more sexual. His fingers reached out to spread her lips apart allowing him to look at the pink inside, so soft and inviting. Aware that she was more than ready, Jaune moved to place a single finger towards the back of her slit, poking and prodding until he found her opening. With a little pressure, he watched his finger disappear into Yang’s body, warm, wet muscle easily gliding around the searching digit.
The familiar tightness enclosing around his finger once again brought him back to the evening with his partner. As brief as the interaction had been, the sensation of Pyrrha’s smooth walls enclosing around his erection all the way down to his base was forever burned into his brain. He had no doubt that Yang would be just as pleasurable. Not that he’d ever get the chance. Which only made him enjoy his moment, even more, allowing his free hand to reach up and cup the toned muscle of her ass as he slowly burned the sensation of his fingers into her body.
Kneading the round shape, Jaune could finally admit to himself that Yang really was the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. Which only made the moment he needed to pull himself free that much harder. Unfortunately, if he was going to test his newfound ability, it was probably important that he leave room to work. It wasn’t any good if he pushed her to her limit right away. Instead, he settled for pulling back, waiting for the light of his aura to fade from her flushed privates.
It took only a few seconds. Seeing the light fade, he brought his glowing fingers close to the now damp hairs above Yang’s privates, only to watch in satisfaction as a lazy glow began to build. Forcing some of his aura into the light, he could see a line of sticky arousal dribble from her swollen lips and down her thigh. All that was left now was to see if this power could actually be of use. Thankfully, he had just the trick to see things through with his own eyes.
It was a small matter getting the group of girls the way they’d been before he’d shown up. After adjusting some panties and cleaning away some very obvious arousal with a nearby towel, he turned towards the key to his plan.
A locker.
Thanks to Carden, Jaune knew he could fit inside no problem. All he needed was to find one unassigned. Therefore, unlocked. From there he could peek through the grates and see just how strong this new method of arousal could really be.
He got lucky on his third try, jiggling the metal latch open. He stepped inside without another thought, preparing himself for the chaos he’d no doubt spread throughout his fun. Groping and rubbing about ten young women would do that. And in the end, he still hadn’t found a girl he thought he could date. Well, he hadn’t found one that he thought would date him, anyway.
He’d been… surprised by Yang. Not that he should have. He’d always known she was beautiful. And even though he tended to be on the butt of her jokes more than he liked, he still did enjoy her sense of humor. But seeing just how beautiful, and with his own eyes and hands made it unlikely he’d be able to find anyone else who could compare. Not that he wasn’t willing to try, of course.
Just thinking about how many more girls were still in the room, topless, bottomless, naked… that wasn’t something a teenage boy could just walk away from without savoring. But that would have to wait until after his little project.
In the end, Yang would be helping him a second time. Maybe he should get her something nice for all her ignorant effort. A fruit basket? Hair care products? He wasn’t sure what was considered polite in this type of situation. Whatever the case, he appreciated her sacrifice.
Taking a deep breath, Jaune allowed his aura to pulse around his midsection, releasing his grip on the world to once again allow the rest of Remnant to continue with their lives.
Let the show begin…
A/N: hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I would love to hear what you thought in a quick review or comment if you have the time. Have great day.
P.S. To anyone who likes my work and is a fan of Kim Possible, I’d like to announce a new story going up on AFF and Ao3 called mother knows best. A story featuring some non-consensual Incest between Kim and Ann with some Ron thrown in for fun. Be sure to read the tags and check it out if it looks like something you would enjoy.
Next chapter – Hopefully September, October for sure – Realizing his actions have turned his aura into something of an aphrodisiac, Jaune takes his time sending wave after wave of the stuff at the normally intimating Yang while watching her squirm. Meanwhile, we will follow a young Rose into the showers on her path through puberty as she learns more about her body and what those weird tingly sensations can lead to. If she thought not thinking about Jaune was hard before, she has a lot to learn. Thankfully, she is not alone.
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