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Jaune's Pineapple Jam 39 V2
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 14:06:03 +0000 UTCMade a second version for chapter 39. Let me know which you think is better.
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Cameras flash and voices speak out to the trio facing the pack of vultures.
“Captain Roger! The people have questions! Can you tell us what happened here? Are the people of Vale still safe with all that is happening around? And what is Atlas doing here?” Lisa Lavender fires consecutively, pointing her microphone towards the police captain standing in the middle of the trio as the opening salvo.
Stern face and rugged looks aimed at the cameras, Captain Roger steps forward to answer Lisa’s question.
“Earlier tonight, two people led a giant robot in a chase across the streets of Vale, culminating in a battle which destroyed the robot. It is my pleasure to tell everyone that despite the disturbance, Vale is safe. As for At-”
“But what about the giant robot? Where did it come from? Who were the two people it was chasing?” Lisa cuts him off, almost earning a scowl from the aged huntsman and lawkeeper.
Before Captain Roger could reply however, someone steps past him to bear the brunt of attention next.
“I believe it would be better for me to answer that.” General Ironwood calls out, presenting a bulwark before speaking as matter of factly.
“You see, the robot in question was the Atlesian Paladin-290, a new mechanized battlesuit we are currently developing for the protection and safety of our citizens. The one that rampaged across Vale was a prototype that was stolen by the White Fang. Atlas is here to provide additional protection for the upcoming Vytal Festival.”
Like predators attracted to blood, the media pounces on the perceived weakness.
“How was the prototype stolen by the White Fang? Was the Master Thief Roman Torchwick, currently known to work with the White Fang, involved?” A male voice calls out from the crowd of journalists hounding them.
An obvious attack to insinuate incompetence while framing it as Roman Torchwick being just that good. A frown appears on General Ironwood’s face before he smoothens it out with judicious use of his Semblance.
“Classified.” He answers monotonously, ending the discussion for that particular matter.
Any other journalist would have been intimidated and ended the interview then and there but Lisa graduated from the same bonafide assassin school Neo came from. She was not deterred as she kept her focus on her prey, leading her fellow journalists to keep on it.
“Does that mean the two people who led the Atlesian Paladin on a chase in the middle of Vale were also from Atlas?” Lisa asks doggedly.
An innocent question from all angles but if handled carelessly, could lead to an avalanche such as Atlas trying to clean up their own mess while involving the citizens of Vale. It is, however, ineffective in the face of Beacon’s representative. The Disciplinarian, Glynda Goodwitch.
“Ahem. I’ll be the one answering that question. The two were highly talented students from Beacon who managed to defeat the Paladin in a hard-won fight together with their teams, securing the safety of Vale. For their privacy, I will not be divulging the identity of any student involved in this incident.” Glynda replies firmly, slapping her riding crop to showcase her resolve.
Even Lisa flinches at that but she has one last bullet left to shoot to hunt her prey.
“Are these the same students who stopped Roman Torchwick and the White Fang on the docks last time? They seem to be spirited in keeping the peace for us if they’ve managed to run off the White Fang twice.” Her eyes widen as if in realization and her voice takes on a curious lilt before approval and admiration colors her tone.
“It was the work of the police who apprehended the perpetrators last time.” Captain Roger snaps without hesitation, getting everyone’s attention.
It’s not like he could say anything else. After all, the last time they talked about the docks they told everyone that it was the police who repelled the White Fang. His sudden answer however, does not have a good look. It had the image of the police trying to compete against students in their own jobs.
That’s when the rest of the journalists finally saw a new opening. The authorities, both local and from Atlas, were just outperformed by students from Beacon.
Not a good look for either of them and the media falls upon it hook, line, and sinker.
Beacon isn’t safe either because no matter how good its students were, they still involved and harmed civilians and that’s what the media used against them.
“How many were hurt du- ”
“Did they manage to catch the-”
“What efforts are being done to prevent something like thi-”
Voices cry out to ask all sorts of questions and that’s when Ozpin finally turns off his scroll to stop listening to the news.
The Headmaster sighs to himself before he turns his chair towards his large office window to look at Vale’s skyline. He could already predict what was going to happen next without watching the news.
Glynda, James, and the good captain Gold Roger will do their best to present a united front, citing cooperation and collaboration between all three bodies against any threats but it will be futile.
The news will sensationalize everything as the authorities escalating their response against a growing threat. Emphasis on the growing threat.
While the response will calm some people, everyone will still become paranoid of the White Fang’s next actions thereby breeding unease and fear.
Unease and fear which will be like a lighthouse in the night for every Grimm surrounding Vale, making it more dangerous for those entering or exiting the city. Which in turn will create another cycle of unease and fear that feeds itself.
Worse yet, they didn’t actually manage to arrest anyone responsible for this act of terror today. Now that’s another hit to their reliability and capacity to protect the citizens of Vale. Doubt will flourish and it will be the start of then for Ozpin’s hold on Vale.
They need to nip this bud as soon as possible. They need to act now and secure the future. His gaze hardens as he finally decides on a course of action.
With Glynda and James tied up as the defense as security for the upcoming Vytal Festival, he needs someone for offense to hunt down their enemies. Luckily for him, he knows just the person. Qrow Branwen is coming home.
To secure the future however….he needs to talk to Mr. Arc soon about healing Amber. But in the case he fails, Ozpin would then need to talk to Pyrrha about inheriting the mantle of the Fall Maiden. Then and only then however, will he fully explain everything and induct both Mr. Arc and Ms. Nikos into their circle.
It is fortunate then that the two students he needs to talk to are partners. It would certainly make it easier for Ozpin to make Jaune understand the gravity of the situation if he lets him know that if he fails in healing Amber, Pyrrha would need to take the risk of using James’ new technology to transfer the power to her.
It makes him feel slimy and manipulative to do something like that but Ozpin is an old hand in squashing sentiments like this all in the name of the greater good.
A sad smile still finds itself on his face however as his thoughts turn to the two new lovers. It might have been an eternity since he experienced it himself but there’s no reason an old man like him can’t find delight in the happiness of young love.
He just hopes nothing bad ever happens to their relationship. The Gods know that he knows just how bad a breakup could be.
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When Jaune opened the door to their dorm room, Pyrrha’s mouth moved before her thoughts could even catch up to it.
“Jaune, we need to talk.” She asks, all sorts of thoughts from the events of today as well as the talk she just had with Team RWBY swirling on her mind
“Are you breaking up with me?”
And just like that, all other thoughts are blown away as Pyrrha comes back to the here and now. Her eyes blow wide as Jaune asks that and Pyrrha is already standing up before she knows it.
“What?! No!”
“Thank the Gods! I thought for a second there…” Jaune says in an obvious sigh of relief, putting a hand on his chest.
“Why would you even think that?!” Pyrrha shouts back, red-faced and worried.
“Because you lead with ‘Jaune, we need to talk’! Do you know how stressful that made me feel?” Jaune answers back indignantly himself and Pyrrha feels a bit of shame as she realizes how exactly her words could be taken.
Before she could reply however, someone pipes up from behind Jaune.
“Yeah Pyr-Pyr! Don’t scare us like that!” Nora pipes up, bumping past Jaune to look at her.
“Nora?!” Pyrrha shouts in shock. In hindsight, she shouldn't have been surprised. This was Nora’s room too.
“Yeah, sorry sister. Don’t mind me. Just gonna get some clothes so I can sleep with - I mean stay! Stay with Renny in the infirmary, I mean.” Nora responds lightly, casually walking into the room to get her things before jumbling her words with a blush.
“O-oh. Is he okay? Pyrrha asks worriedly with a frown on her face however. If Ren had to stay in the infirmary then his injury must have been more serious than she thought.
Nora disperses the worry immediately by dismissively waving her hand. She looks to Jaune just in case to make sure of it and her frown finally smoothens as she sees him nod.
“Yup, he’ll be good as new soon. Anyways, I’ll be using the bathroom there so you don’t need to wait for me to use the room.” Nora continues, before waggling her eyebrows suggestively at both Pyrrha and Jaune.
““Nora!””
And just like that, Nora leaves them blushing inside their own room.
“Bye lovebirds! Just don’t use our beds!” She calls out one last time before she reaches past the door, laughter following close behind her.
Silence blankets as both Pyrrha and Jaune let their friend have the last laugh. Face still burning, she covers her face with her hands to hide the involuntary smile threatening to grace her face. That’s Nora for you, even when she embarrasses you she’ll still leave you laughing.
“So…Nora, huh?” Jaune states, finally breaking the silence.
It seems he was thinking the same thing as her and that makes Pyrrha smile as she drops her hands from her face to look at Jaune.
“Yes…She seems happy.” She replies slowly after sitting down in exhaustion, her smile growing as she and Jaune think about their friends.
“Seems like she and Ren managed to fix or at least move on from their drama.” Jaune responds, closing the door to give them more privacy.
That…finally makes Pyrrha remember what she wanted to talk about with Jaune.
“Speaking of drama….” She starts slowly, not knowing how to bring up the subject.
“Is that what you wanted to talk about? Drama?” Jaune replies confusedly and Pyrrha couldn’t blame him for that. She’s self-aware enough to know that she’s springing this up right out of nowhere after a stressful day.
Pyrrha’s face scrunches a bit, thinking on how to open it up before her nerves finally break.
“...Here, I got our scrolls from Blake. You should probably hold onto Argent Mors too, it was really helpful but I don’t think it fits well with me.” She lets out a sigh and says resignedly, handing out his things.
Jaune, however, was observant as ever.
“Pyrrha…I doubt you wanted to talk to me about scrolls and a gun. What is it really?” He asks as he takes back his stuff slowly.
“....Fine…I’m not sure if it’s drama, but yes…our drama, specifically.” Pyrrha sighs resignedly after a moment of internal debate, rubbing her eyes before finally looking at Jaune.
“...I wasn’t aware we had drama.” Jaune says softly, sitting on top of the bed next to Pyrrha.
“That’s why I said I’m not sure, Jaune.” She rolls her eyes exasperatedly before the words register in her mind. Her eyes widened in surprise and she was just about to apologize when Jaune beats her to it.
“...Sorry…What did you want to talk about specifically?” Jaune responds, rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly before looking at her as if nothing was wrong.
She winces internally before taking a deep breath. She’d have to apologize later but now…now’s the time for that particular topic.
“...We need to talk about your women.” She lets out slowly, expression as flat as she can make it.
“My women?!” As expected, Jaune reacts in surprise and confusion, his eyebrows rising as high as they can.
“Yes, Jaune. Your women.” She replies cooly, maintaining her expression and hoping beyond hope that he gets what she is talking about.
“You mean you and Blake?”
This is when Pyrrha finally sighs, breaking her expression and causing Jaune’s brows to furrow.
It seems her boyfriend is as dense as ever. Still, this reminds her of the times that she had to go as far as stripping in front of him to get him to notice her interest. But reminiscing and stripping is for later…maybe. But for now, she has to move the conversation along.
“Why yes, you have me and Blake which reminds me that you need to have that conversation with Blake soon.” Pyrrha looks at him pointedly, reminding of that oh so long awaited talk with Blake before she finally continues and gets to her point before Jaune could even nod in understanding. “But we also need to talk about the others.”
“Others?! What others?! I wasn’t aware I had others?!” Jaune yelps hysterically, eyes obviously spinning in dizziness at the way the conversation is going.
She can’t blame him for his reaction but then again, Pyrrha has been patient the whole day. She feels entitled to at least have a talk about this right now.
With Jaune remaining silent after his outburst however, Pyrrha does her best to control herself before she has to name…the others. Control was something of an old friend to Pyrrha. And Pyrrha was strangling that old friend just to keep ahold of her true emotions as she says a name.
“Neo.”
The name explodes between them but it should have been obvious even to Jaune considering what just happened earlier.
“Py-Pyr, what?! Neo?! Nope! Nope. She forced me! It didn’t mean anything, you know that!” He shoots up from the bed in an instant. His hands crossed together to form an X to emphasize his denial.
Pyrrha however, was not convinced because of one fact.
“You’re blushing.” She points out without a single change in expression.
“I-PYR! She pushed me out of a bullhead! This is anger! This is fear!” He shouts out indignantly, waving his hands to his face before suddenly kneeling beside her and holding her hands as he continues.”If my heart ever skipped a bit for her, then it was the suspension bridge effect, alright?! You know that, right?!”
Her eyebrow rises at that before she finally gives in to Jaune’s pleading expression.
“...Alright, we’ll table Neo for now.” She sighs out, keeping her true emotions to her chest.
Jaune mumbles something like Damn you, Neo. But Pyrrha wasn’t done just yet.
“What about Ruby then?”
“R-Ruby?!” Jaune gasps breathlessly, unable to believe she just said that.
“Yes, Jaune. Ruby. I know I’ve joked about you and her before but everyone saw how you two were when she caught you after Neo pushed you out of the bullhead.” She rolls her eyes exasperatedly at his disbelief..
Does he really think anyone who saw would just forget the scene of them tangled with each other with blushes on their faces?
“Ruby. As in 15 year old Ruby Rose? My best friend and fellow team leader?” He replies, his voice taking in a blank tone as reality must have felt like breaking for him.
“Yes, Jaune. That Ruby. What are your intentions with her? Your best friend and fellow team leader Ruby Rose.” She asks back in an equally blank tone.
“...Nothing. I have no intentions with Ruby.” He answers firmly, his eyes showing resolve in them.
“Are you sure? Are you really, really sure? I want you to think about your answer carefully. Close your eyes and think about Ruby for a second.” She shoots back skeptically, looking at his face for any change in expression.
She knows she’s being pushy about this and she is obviously testing Jaune’s patience but Pyrrha has to know.
“Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of Ruby?” Jaune hisses for a bit before a glare finds its way on his face.
“No! No…It’s not that. I’m not jealous.” Pyrrha exclaims immediately at that before her voice weakens.
It’s the truth. She’s not jealous of Ruby. It’d be a lot simpler if she was but it was more complicated than that.
“Then why? Why, Pyrrha? Why are you asking these questions?” Jaune tilts his head in confusion even as Pyrrha winces in uncertainty.
The dreaded question. Why. She knows why, of course but before she could answer that question, Pyrrha takes a moment to center herself and think about what brought this topic on in the first place. Sure, Neo’s actions today were the catalyst but it was something more than that.
Again, control was something of an old friend to Pyrrha Nikos.
As someone who managed to gain fame at a young age, it was something she had to be familiar with. She couldn’t experiment with her hair. She couldn’t try fashion her own way. She had to speak a certain way. She didn’t even have her own schedule under control. All in all, it was a stifling environment to grow up in.
Some would have thrived under that environment. Someone like Weiss perhaps, but she wasn’t Weiss. She wasn’t like them.
Which is why she was so happy when she got to Beacon. It started with her friends. Jaune and her team and eventually Team RWBY, yes even Weiss, who helped her to speak as herself and not just a mouthpiece. They might not have realized but all those casual conversations with her was something she treasured.
Then it started with sneaking out disguised with Jaune and being so bold. She never knew she could feel such exhilaration then outside of fighting but the experience sure showed her, huh.
Then suddenly, all that repression just flooded out into a threesome with Blake and Jaune. And ooooohhhhh she was so gonna blame Blake later because that’s when she started to notice something. She only completely realized it today and she was ashamed to say this but her repression? It made her kinky.
Her face burns at the thought. She’s sure she would have been normal! She’s sure she could’ve been satisfied with just the two of them! But her experience with Blake and…. seeing Jaune get serviced by Ruby (sure it was Neo actually wearing Ruby’s face but it was easier for Pyrrha to imagine it as Ruby), well, it was certainly enlightening because she felt a dark heat spread through her. She just wished she’s the one leading Ru-
“Pyrrha, you know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
She jolts at the words as Jaune looks at her worriedly.
Her heart warms even more in both love and shame. Here she is, thinking naughty thoughts and Jaune was thinking worriedly about her. She really does have the best boyfriend, doesn’t she? A boyfriend who deserves every single love, comfort, and service she can give him.
“I-I’m okay. I know I have nothing to worry about.” She replies.
Now how to tell him that she wants him to be serviced and pampered as much as possible?
Thinking hard about it, she finds….none. None that wouldn’t result in her just saying I want you to fuck and be serviced by other girls because you deserve all that is good in this wo-
Kiss.
He just kissed her. Softly. Lovingly. And the dark heat inside her turns into light as she feels her heart flutter.
“I love you.”
Yup, that was that. Three words and Pyrrha Nikos was dead.
“H-huh?” She replies dumbly and she blushes as she sees Jaune snicker at her reaction.
“Come on, I don’t know about you but I want to wash this hair dye off. I miss seeing our color together.” Jaune continues, dragging her up and towards the bathroom.
He doesn’t let her get her bearings when he suddenly pulls her in for a kiss just as they step inside the bathroom.
Her mouth opens instinctively and the next thing she knows she is closing her eyes in pleasure and wrapping her arms over Jaune’s shoulders.
Click!
Her eyes snap open as they are suddenly bathed in the bright bathroom light. Jaune however, was unfazed as he turns her around to face the bathroom mirror. She blinks for a moment only to see two figures looking back.
“I love you. Never doubt that.” Jaune speaks from behind her and the taller figure in the mirror copies his mouth’s movement.
They might have black hair right now because of their disguises to sneak into the White Fang but Pyrrha could still see the softness in their eyes and the loving gaze they have for each other even as they stare at each other through the mirror.
Her body warms at the words and a smile finds itself on her face before she turns around to pull Jaune this time into a kiss on her own.
“I don’t doubt it.” She whispers back after their lips part but Pyrrha could still his wondering gaze.
“Then why? Why ask about others?”
“Because you are Jaune Arc, short, sweet, and it seems like ladies love you.” Pyrrha teases, closing her eyes as she lets her hands wander Jaune’s body.
Jaune chuckles with her, clearly thinking of it as a joke.
“Me? Pyrrha? I don’t even know what I did to have you and Blake.”
“You were yourself.” She answers, raising his shirt up to reach his delicious flesh.
“What makes you think other ladies would like me?” He asks back even as she feels his hands on her skin beneath her own shirt.
“Well, there’s Neo.” She lists casually, all the while peppering his chest with kisses.
“Damn, Neo. She just likes to cause trouble.” He whispers absentmindedly before reaching for her own shirt. Pyrrha allows him to take it off even as she feels that they are just repeating this topic. This time though, her mind is a lot more settled and clear than before.
“Then what about Ruby?” She moans softly when she feels him cup her breasts on top of her bra, Jaune actually pauses at her words and she has to stop herself from whining needily.
“Again Pyrrha? Ruby’s 15 years old and my best friend. She doesn’t like me that way.” Jaune’s voice takes a firm tone, signifying his stance on this matter.
Pyrrha only hums casually at that before planting a deep kiss on his neck.
“Are you sure?” She mumbles near his ear after hearing him hiss on her action.
“Of course. I’m sure I would notice-” Jaune actually rolls his eyes at that, actually rolls his eyes, can you believe it? She has just the thing to put him off balance however.
“Like you noticed my feelings for you?” She interrupts, smoothly unclipping her own bra.
Her words explode between them and Jaune actually pulls back with wide eyes, leaving her bra to fall onto his hands and exposing her breasts to the air. She only playfully raises an eyebrow at his reaction before giving him a smirk.
After all, it only took her showing herself almost topless to him all those weeks ago inside a changing room for him to get a hint.
“.....Oh Gods, please don’t tell me-” Jaune pales considerably at the realization and Pyrrha could only chuckle before interrupting him.
“Hahaha, no. I don’t think she likes you like that just yet.”
“Yet?” Jaune’s voice takes on a higher note of disbelief that Pyrrha could only roll her eyes at him with mirth.
“You know how the both of you told us how the two of you met?” She speaks while pulling herself close to him bare chest to bare chest.
“You mean how she blew up, then I helped her up, and we spent about an hour talking about weapons while getting lost before Initiation?” Jaune raises an eyebrow at her in confusion, attempting to gather his wits as he puts his hands on her jeans covered ass.
“Yes, that. Do you know what that would look like from her perspective?” She nods, smoothly unbuttoning his pants with her own hands at the same time.
“Uh? That we became best friends?” Jaune answers, unbuttoning her own at the same time.
“Sure, we could go with that or…” She says slowly, kneeling and pulling his pants down altogether.
“Or what Pyrrha?” He asks breathlessly even as she comes face to face with the outline of the growing erection inside his underwear.
“Or how about you showing up just as she was having a terrible first day at school. How you were so nice that the two of you talked about something she loved and you both had fun together.” She continues, putting her hands on the hem of his underwear before pulling it down and smiling at him. “Crushes have been born from less, you know?”
“Oh Gods, does she have a crush on me?” Jaune’s words might have been full of horror and disbelief but Pyrrha could feel his member in front of her jump at thought.
“Hmmm, I’m honestly not sure but it could certainly go in that direction, don’t you think? The fact that you’re a handsome older boy certainly does help.” She hums for a moment before standing up as she gives his dick a gentle squeeze.
“And…you’re okay with that?” Jaune grunts back worriedly, putting a hand on one of her boobs before giving her forehead a kiss.
Her heart and body warms quite a bit at both his words and actions. Moment of truth Pyrrha. Now how to frame this so she doesn’t come off as desperate?
“I certainly trust her to keep you safe more than Neo.” She answers casually, not betraying any of her inner thoughts but portraying tentative approval.
Besides, it’s not like she lied. She certainly does trust Ruby to keep Jaune safe more than Neo, especially when Pyrrha won’t be able to stand beside him.
She thinks she’s successful when Jaune pauses to consider her words.
“I-I don’t know what to say, Pyrrha. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jaune answers hesitantly before deciding to take charge by injecting firmness into his voice while pulling her pants and underwear down at the same time.
Pyrrha gasps at the suddenness. It’s better than outright rejection, she thinks to herself. Instead of pushing him for a more firm answer however, she decides to just enjoy the moment.
“You don’t have to say anything, Jaune. Besides, I’m sure you didn’t pull me here to talk about Neo or Ruby.” She utters, looking at him while walking towards the shower completely naked.
Jaune does not disappoint. He rushes into her with a kiss even as she turns on the shower behind her to warm with its waters. Her tongue battles his for dominance before pulling back.
“You’re certainly eager after talking about other girls.” She smirks.
“You’re the one who keeps bringing them up.” Jaune growls and Pyrrha gasps as a dark heat spreads inside her tummy at his assertive tone.
“I do.” She admits because what else can she do but drunkenly answer Jaune’s question during this lustful haze?
They look at each other for a moment. Cheap dye washing away from their hair to start revealing their real colors. Searching blue eyes peer into her green ones before he finds something to his liking and Jaune dives in for another kiss.
Hot water ran down Pyrrha’s breast and onto his chest, her bust pressed into him while he pushed her back against the tiled wall. Their tongues fought together and Pyrrha moans as all thoughts of other girls flee her mind under Jaune’s onslaught.
She gasps as she feels Jaune’s hands under her butt lift her up and her legs automatically wrap around his hips, arms around his neck.
“I love you.” Jaune whispers hotly against her mouth in between kisses and Pyrrha closes her eyes before uttering two words that destroys any of Jaune’s patience.
“Show me MMMMPHHH~!”
Jaune’s cock plunges into her tight pussy just as she finishes her words and Pyrrha’s mind gets blown away. Even knowing what was coming, Pyrrha’s world devolves into a stuttering mess of moans and cries of pleasure.
Wet, red hair clung to the sides of her face as she cried out and rolled her hips into him. Eventually, Jaune adjusted his hold and repeatedly bounced her against him, using the brief moment to thrust harder into her.
Pyrrha’s head fell back against the shower wall, mouth open and crying out words of encouragement.
“Aaaah! Jaune~! Harder!~ That’s it! You have it~ You have meeee~!”
Jaune’s grunts fuels her even more and before long Pyrrha could feel her body convulse uncontrollably and her tongue loll out of her mouth.
“It feelssss soooo goooood~” She mumbles as he begins to slow down to accommodate her reaction.
Pinning her back against the shower wall, he held her still and pulled his wet cock out of her before sliding it back in ever so slowly.
She moans languidly as strength starts leaving her body. His mouth closes in for a soft kiss before traveling down her neck to her shoulder. He laps up the shower water running down her creamy skin, licking his way down to her breasts.
A small part of her is impressed at Jaune’s flexibility to bend down that much while keeping his cock in her but her mind blanks out when he reaches one of her nipples to quickly suck hard on it.
Her walls tighten around his cock and another round of convulsions travel through Pyrrha’s body.
“Aaaah~!” She moans with a hiss, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Jaune suddenly pulls his cock out, dragging her folds as he does so. She was cumming. She was cumming hard and fast. A pulsing beat of release flows out of her pussy as her body relaxes itself.
Mercifully, he pins her back against the shower wall, holding her still and letting her take a breath. On shaky knees, Pyrrha looks up at her boyfriend breathlessly only to see his lust-filled gaze staring back at her.
“Let’s take this to bed.”
Five minutes. That’s how long they lasted in the shower before Jaune was toweling the both of them off and leading her towards the bed.
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Blake Belladonna was standing hesitantly outside of Team JNPR’s door when she heard the sounds. She wanted to knock to at least talk to Jaune and apologize for jumping in the meeting recklessly when she hears a muffled sound behind the door.
She puts her ears against it and her body heats up once she realizes what it was.
“Ahhhh~! Jaune~ Mooooore!~”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“You like that Pyrrha~?!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Yes! Yes! Yesss~ Aughhhhh~!”
Any other person might have just heard muffled indescribable sounds but Blake’s Faunus ears were enough to take in the words and the sound of flesh slapping slesh.
A blush finds its way to her face and she rushes back to her own room. Much as she wants to jump in there, she knows that any interruptions would be unwelcome on the Spartan’s part. Still, as her teammates ask her what’s wrong when she rushes to the bathroom to take a very cold shower, she can’t help but imagine herself as the one Jaune was railing behind that door.
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Beacon before the sun rises was something Jaune found comfortingly silent.
With what he and his girlfriend just talked about before having sex, Jaune decides he really does need the comforting silence to think on things. He’s not gonna think about what Pyrrha implied about the other women in his life for just a bit but it was a sad day for him that his girlfriend had to think that he would need his 15 year old best friend to keep himself safe.
Regardless, based on everything that has happened today, it was clear to him that despite all his training, Semblance, and extra memories, he was still weak.
He wasn’t good enough to stop Neo from holding him hostage. He wasn’t good enough to keep up with Pyrrha to be in the fight with the Paladin. He wasn’t good enough. Period.
Well, that was going to change starting today. Slinking away from a sleeping Pyrrha, he quietly changes into his armor and picks up both Crocea Mors and Argent Rose.
He was worried for a second when he almost dropped his gun trying to hook it on his pants but he shouldn’t have had. Pyrrha continues snoring cutely away and Jaune breathes a sigh of relief. He made sure to tire her out last night, subtly using his Semblance to regain his stamina bit by bit but it was never a sure-fire solution for what he had planned today.
Exiting their room and looking at his girlfriend one last time before closing the door, Jaune follows half-remembered memories to his destination.
Training with Pyrrha was good. It was something he genuinely enjoyed. Not only was it spending time with his girlfriend, but it also honed his skills. But Jaune knew, even if Pyrrha tried to hide it, he knew that she was holding back on him. Holding back on him was only logical actually, but Jaune didn’t want logical right now.
He wanted to test himself.
Click!
Arriving at his destination, he flicked the light switch on. Light fills the room and Jaune smiles at the sight that greets him. Training bots. Time to see how far he can go.
Walking forward the appropriate distance, he stands in front of one ordinary looking robot equipped with a sword and shield.
“Initiate: Level One.”
A shield block and a quick strike easily slashes the training bot into two from shoulder to hip. Sparks flash around him as Jaune walks past the metal corpse to approach another robot armed with a greatsword.
“Initiate: Level Two.”
A block with his shield and a low feint leaves the robot overextended. A smooth slash decapitates the new robot. Walking past the now inactive body of the second robot, he stops in front of a third holding a long metal staff
“Initiate: Level Three.”
Clang!
The training bot blocks Jaune’s attack with its metal staff and he has to push it away with his shield to disengage. Wrong move. He should have closed in even more instead of getting distance. Now, the bot has the disadvantage with its longer reach and Jaune had to let it hit him just to stab through its chest.
Panting at the effort and wincing as he stretched his shoulder, Jaune looked grimly at the next training bot before standing in front of it.
“Initiate: Level Four.”
Five exchanges later and Jaune was holding his gut in pain after receiving an uppercut there after the robot sidestepped his attack and left him overextended.
He just hit his limit with only using Crocea Mors it seems. Good. His dream self managed to beat Level Eight Combat Drones by the end of the Vytal Festival with both Crocea Mors and Dust usage. Jaune was going to beat that record by next week.
How? By cheating of course. As he kneeled there on the ground in front of the training bot, Jaune Arc gently used his Semblance to soothe the pain.
Thank the Gods he has such a broken Semblance. Not only does this count as training in healing, it’s going to allow him to train continuously without stopping. Standing up once he is ready, he gives the robot a grin.
“Initiate: Level…”
