Life in Beacon

Jaune's life was just about perfect. He was attending Beacon academy, pursuing his dream of being a heroic Huntsman, and he was on a team full of unbelievably sexy young women, in a school full of comparably attractive girls, all of whom were subject to his lascivious whims.

Unfortunately, he mused as his back hit the floor for the umpteenth time that day, all that perfection was marred by the little problem that he couldn't really fight.

He'd been here for a couple weeks now, but still he'd not once won a match in one of Goodwitch's combat classes, being thoroughly trounced no matter who he was put up against, only occasionally managing to land the odd blow or two. Of course, he was always sure to get the last laugh, claiming the girls on whoever's team had just beaten him down, and making them his teams sex toys for a day or two, much to their delight. It was all very cathartic, dominating these strong, athletic girls, soothing the sting of his many defeats.

Too bad that particular outlet wasn't available this time. Jaune staggered back to his feet, glaring determinedly at the smug ginger in front of him. Cardin Winchester. What an asshole! A classic bully that picked on anyone he thought was weaker than him. And Jaune fell firmly into that category.

Jaune roared out his defiance with another charge, his sword crashing into Cardin's mace.

"This is the part where you lose!" Cardin told him.

"Over my dead bo-oof!" Jaune was interrupted by his knee crushing into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. He collapsed to the ground, groaning in agony, moments before the match alarm sounded.

"That's enough!" Goodwitch's voice rang out. "Mr. Arc's aura has reached the red; the match is over." She stood next to him, tapping at her tablet. "It's been weeks now Mr. Arc. You should pay more attention to your aura levels, to help you determine whether it's appropriate to attack or defend."

Jaune took a breath and got back to his feet, sheathing his sword on the way, and swallowed back his frustration. "You're totally right Professor." He wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned in closer to kiss her cheek, the sweet scent of wildflowers filling his nose. He knew exactly how he was going to blow off steam tonight. "Why don't you take me back to your place, and you can give me-us-" he corrected himself seeing the knowing looks on his teams faces, "some private lessons." His now experienced hands fondled her, freely squeezing her tight, firm, ass and generous breasts.

Goodwitch flushed and adjusted her glasses. "I take it you don't have any conventional lessons in mind." He pinched one of her hardened nipples in response, making her gasp. "I wondered how long it would take before you got to me."