Monday's Aren't So Bad

The classroom filled with the usual morning shuffle. Chairs scraped as students settled in, their murmurs carrying across the room. Gray slid into his seat between Blake and Weiss, scroll already open on the desk in front of him. His Semblance was active. The familiar soft blur settled around him.

At the front, Professor Port stood beside the large hologram projector, arms spread wide like he was about to conduct an orchestra. The rotating 3D model of a mature Ursa dominated the projector screen. Fiend-class, nine to ten feet tall, bone plates gleaming, red eyes glowing like dying coals. Claws the length of short swords flexed in slow motion.

Port cleared his throat with theatrical gusto. “Today, my young Huntsmen and Huntresses, we turn our attention to one of the most fearsome fixtures of Sanus’ forests: the Ursa!” He gestured grandly. The hologram zoomed in on the bone mask and massive forelimbs. “Not the cuddly bears of fairy tales, no. No! These beasts are born of rage and shadow, and every Huntsman worth their badge must know them inside and out.”

Gray tuned him out almost immediately, thumb swiping through Adam’s list on the scroll. Fifty-seven profiles. Photos, stats, known Semblances, Faunus traits. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. More infiltration candidates? Potential assets? Or, more honestly, just something to feed the quiet, greedy part of his mind that wanted more harem members.

A wolf Faunus caught his eye first. Sharp features, amber eyes, silver-grey ears and tail. Twenty-one. Semblance: enhanced pack coordination (useful for small-unit tactics). Another: fox Faunus, russet fur on ears and tail, known for illusion-based misdirection. Nineteen. Agile, quick-thinking. Then a girl with heavier, more pronounced lizard-like scales than Ilia’s. Greenish-bronze, covering arms and neck like natural armor. Twenty. Semblance: temporary hardening of scales into near-impenetrable plates.

Gray’s thumb paused.

They’d all look good in a fight... and in the bedroom.

The thought came to him like it would for any other young horny man, but a flicker of guilt twisted in his gut. He was sitting in Grimm Studies, surrounded by his team, casually scrolling through a list of women like he was shopping for accessories. Planning missions, yes, but also imagining them in his bed, on their knees, moaning his name. What the hell was he becoming?

Port’s voice drifted back in, loud and enthusiastic.

“—the Ursa’s greatest strength is also its downfall: rage! They charge blindly when provoked. Use that! Dodge, flank, strike the joints! A well-placed stab or gunshot to the knee can drop even a mature specimen in seconds.”

The hologram shifted to a simulated Huntsman dodging a massive paw swipe, then driving a blade into the Ursa’s foreleg joint. The model staggered, roaring silently.

Gray exhaled slowly through his nose and kept scrolling.

A bunny Faunus with long ears and powerful legs, known for exceptional speed bursts. Nineteen. Another with antlers. Tall, elegant, Semblance tied to earth manipulation. Twenty-two. Fighters, scouts, medics. All of them useful. And most of them cute or pretty or even sexy.

The guilt flickered again, sharper this time.

He had himself a harem shopping list. And he didn’t know how to take that.

He closed the scroll and looked up.

Port was finishing his lecture.

“Master these details, and the next time an Ursa crosses your path, it won’t be the one walking away!”

The bell rang.

Gray stood with the rest of RWBY, pocketing his scroll. Ruby bounced to her feet, chattering with the team.

Gray walked with them, still under his Semblance, falling in behind them as they filed out.

That list might be useful in the future, but it could wait for now.

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Professor Blewett stood at the front of the lecture hall, her posture straight and her white lab coat immaculate. The holographic display behind her showed a simple glass of water, its surface rippling gently under a soft blue light.

“Fire Dust is not just for dramatic explosions or lighting campfires.” She began, voice crisp and precise. “Today we will explore its more subtle applications. Temperature manipulation. With focused control, a small amount of fire Dust can raise or lower the temperature of water. You can turn it to steam or, with careful balancing, even chill it toward freezing. While ice Dust makes freezing far easier, fire Dust can achieve the same result through rapid energy extraction. The key is control. Fire Dust demands a stronger will than most other types; lose focus and you risk overheating the sample or wasting the crystal entirely.”

She demonstrated with a small red crystal held between gloved fingers. A faint glow appeared around the glass. The water inside began to shimmer, tiny bubbles forming at the edges before the surface steamed lightly. With a slight adjustment of her fingers, the steam vanished and the water’s surface frosted over with a thin layer of ice.

“Notice how I kept the output low and steady,” Blewett continued. “You can also use fire Dust as a portable heat source. If no wood is available, a low-output crystal can mimic a small campfire. Warm enough to heat water or hands, but not so intense that it burns through its energy in minutes.”

The class murmured, with some looking interested, but others looking unimpressed. Gray figured that the more combat-minded ones likely didn’t care for such small displays.

Blewett gestured to the trays on each desk. “Your practical today mirrors our previous water-Dust exercise. You have a bowl of room-temperature water, a fire Dust crystal, and safety wards. Your task: freeze the water completely, then bring it to a rolling boil as steam, and finally maintain a gentle, campfire-like warmth for at least two minutes. Precision is everything. Lose control and you’ll either shatter the bowl or exhaust the crystal uselessly. Begin.”

Gray glanced at the small red crystal on his desk, then at the bowl of clear water. Around him, students were already concentrating, faint glows and wisps of steam or frost appearing over various bowls.

He began the exercise. The task actually proved to be a good distraction from his real troubles.

As he froze and boiled the water in his glass, or felt the warmth from the Dust crystal, he listened to the class around him. The classroom was filled with the soft sounds of bubbling water, crackling frost, and the occasional frustrated sigh when someone’s crystal flared too brightly.

His own control over his Aura and Dust made simple work of the exercise.

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During the mid-morning break, Teams RWBY and JNPR sprawled out together on the sunny campus lawn, enjoying the warm grass and light breeze. Legs were stretched out, and casual banter filled the air. Yang teased Ruby over something food related, Blake quietly read a book while leaning against a tree, Weiss was talking with Pyrrha, Nora was telling Jeanne a story from her and Ren’s past.

And Gray had his head in Jeanne’s lap, dozing off.

It was a peaceful, lazy moment. Simple laughter and easy company, before the bell pulled them back toward the next class.

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In Metalworking, the workshop hummed with the low whine of grinders and the clang of hammers. Gray focused on his own project, spreading the blueprints he’d sketched for his quarterstaff across the workbench. The tube sections and the intricate pommel piece stared back at him. After a moment’s thought, he decided the pommel was the priority. It was more complex, and having a spare in case of wear or damage felt essential.

When Professor Argyris wandered close by he asked for some advice. The professor peered at the dark grey metal piece with its subtle, almost oily sheen.

“Interesting alloy.” The professor muttered, stroking his chin. “If you’re unsure of the exact composition, use the analyzer in the corner. It’ll give you the chemical breakdown. Though I’d guess it’s a high-grade steel variant.”

Gray nodded and carried the pommel and a couple of tube sections over to the machine. The analyzer hummed to life, projecting a holographic readout. Sure enough it was a steel alloy with trace amounts of other metals for durability and balance.

He showed the results to Argyris.

The professor examined the pommel more closely, tilting it under the workshop light. “Dark grey with that sheen… could be a proprietary blend. Using a standard steel might throw off the weight and balance. Best to ask the original manufacturer for exact specs if you can. In the meantime, keep refining your blueprints for the other components. Don’t rush the forging until you’re certain.”

Gray returned to his station, pulling out fresh paper and a stylus. For the rest of the lesson he sketched. With some input from Ruby, he began detailing alternate tube designs, reinforcement ideas, and possible dust-channeling modifications while his mind wandered. He wondered if his parents had kept any original manuals or documentation that came with the weapons when they were gifted to him years ago. It might save him a lot of trial and error.

The workshop bell eventually rang, signaling the end of class. Gray gathered his notes, feeling a small sense of progress even if the actual forging would have to wait.

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The combat arena was buzzing with the low murmur of students settling into the stands. Gray sat with the rest of Teams RWBY and JNPR, Ruby practically vibrating beside him as if she was hoping to be picked for a fight. Yang on her other side was no better. Blake and Weiss sat with their respective indifference or rich-girl posture. Jeanne and Pyrrha exchanged quiet, excited glances, while Nora was vibrating almost as much as Ruby. Ren just sat serenely as her friend looked ready to volunteer herself loudly for a fight.

Professor Goodwitch stood at the center of the arena floor, her riding crop tapping once against her palm to draw attention. The holographic display behind her flickered to life.

“Today and Wednesday,” She announced, voice crisp and authoritative, “We will be conducting a practice tournament. This is to familiarize you with the tournament format used in official competitions and to allow me to analyze each of your fighting styles in a structured environment. You will take every match seriously. Pay close attention to my post-fight analysis of your strengths and shortcomings. These observations will be crucial for your development.”

A ripple of excitement swept through the stands. Hands shot up as some had questions. Goodwitch pointed to one, a female student.

“Professor, is this part of the tournament curriculum you mentioned on the first day?”

Goodwitch shook her head. “This is separate. A mock exam, if you will. It is meant to sharpen you for the real thing later in the year. Matches will be randomized in the same manner as an official tournament bracket. We should manage four or five fights today, which is why Wednesday will continue the event.”

The randomizer appeared on the massive holo-screen. A spinning wheel of student portraits. Teams RWBY and JNPR leaned forward with interest.

Ruby whispered excitedly. “Do you think we’ll fight today?”

Yang cracked her knuckles. “I hope so. Been itching for a real scrap.”

Weiss and Blake didn’t offer any input. They just looked on and waited for something to begin.

Gray’s gaze drifted across the arena to where Team TCNO sat. Orrin, Tanner, Classius and Nero were grinning and nudging each other, clearly pumped. He’d sparred with his friends plenty of times back at Lantern. Tanner and Classy were big, strong opponents but that didn’t worry him much. Gray had ways of fighting them. Orrin was always a fun match-up, and Nero had some annoying tricks up his sleeve.

So, Gray thought he had a good spread of experience across various fighting styles.

But the thought of possibly facing one of his own girls… like he had with Jeanne that first time… that carried a different kind of tension.

The randomizer began to spin after Goodwitch finished answering questions and giving her explanations. After a long moment the randomizer spun to a halt.

Two unfamiliar faces appeared. One with dark blue hair and a confident smirk, the other with long black hair tied back, looking focused and ready.

The crowd settled. RWBY and JNPR relaxed slightly, preparing to watch.

Gray leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, already analyzing the two fighters’ stances as they stepped up from the stands and made their way onto the arena floor.

The practice tournament had officially begun.

The arena lights brightened as Yahto Mora stepped forward, brandishing a broadsword with a distinctive blue hue that shimmered like glacial ice. Beside him, Tynan Sullivan twirled two hand axes. Each blade shaped like a quarter moon, with visible dust modules embedded in the hafts that glowed faintly with stored energy.

They took their positions on the arena floor, weapons ready, postures tense but controlled. The class watched in eager silence.

Then a few voices from the stands called out.

“Make a bet, guys!”

“Yeah! Winner takes the other on a date!”

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Yahto and Tynan both flushed and shouted back in unison.

“Shut up!”

The jeers only grew louder. Good-natured cheers and catcalls mixing together. Someone else yelled, “It’s the first day tradition!”

Gray blinked, then remembered his own fight with Jeanne on the first day, how he’d jokingly bet a date if he won, only to ask her out anyway after losing. Apparently that moment had become something of a running joke among the students.

He glanced sideways at Jeanne. She was blushing, but smiling too, clearly amused by how their little story had spread. Gray returned the look with a small, amused grin of his own.

Professor Goodwitch sighed loudly, her riding crop tapping sharply against her palm. The class quieted instantly under her glare.

“We do not have all day.” She said sternly. “Focus. This is a serious exercise.”

The arena fell silent. Goodwitch stepped to the side, raised her hand, and gave the signal.

“Begin!”

The two fighters exploded into motion.

Yahto moved with surprising speed for his size, swinging the broadsword in wide, controlled arcs. With each slash, a wave of water or ice erupted from the blade, freezing patches of the floor or forming temporary ice walls to block Tynan’s approach. His control over the elements was precise, turning defense into offense in the same breath.

Tynan was faster on his feet, darting around the ice barriers with wind Dust enhancing his leaps and dashes. His axes flashed, fire and wind Dust modules flaring as he unleashed small, controlled explosions to shatter ice or create cutting gusts that **** Yahto to stay mobile.

The fight was well-matched. Aura levels on the overhead holo-screen stayed close, dipping evenly as both landed solid hits. The crowd cheered at particularly flashy exchanges. Ice shattering in glittering sprays, wind blades slicing through the air, small fiery bursts lighting up the arena.

But as the minutes passed, Tynan began to struggle with distance. Yahto’s reach with the broadsword was punishing up close. When Tynan finally got cornered and couldn’t create enough space with his wind bursts, Yahto closed in with surprising swiftness.

A powerful overhead swing, enhanced with a surge of ice Dust, caught Tynan off-guard. The axe user tried to block, but the **** drove him back and shattered one of his axes. Yahto followed up with a precise thrust to the shoulder. Enough to drop Tynan’s Aura into the red zone.

The buzzer sounded.

“Match to Yahto Mora!” Goodwitch announced.

The class erupted in applause and good-natured groans from those who’d bet on Tynan. The two fighters shook hands in the center of the arena, both breathing hard but smiling, even if Tynan looked more annoyed about his loss.

Gray watched the exchange with interest. It had been a solid, technical fight. Good use of Dust, decent footwork, and smart adaptation. He filed away a few observations: Yahto’s ice control was strong but energy-heavy; Tynan’s wind bursts were versatile but left him **** once distance closed.

Beside him, Ruby leaned forward excitedly. “That ice wall trick was so cool! I wonder if I could do something like that with Crescent Rose… Maybe use high compact Ice Dust rounds?”

“A grenade launcher attachment would be better!” Nora yelled proudly her way. Of course, since the hyper ginger used one herself, she’d be the one to laud the pros of a grenade launcher.

“Bet I could break an ice wall in one punch.” Yang said with her own proud grin.

Blake was silent but Weiss crossed her arms and said, “The sword user had better form. The axe fighter relied too much on mobility and lost when it was taken away.”

Jeanne and Pyrrha were deep in discussion, their heads close together. Gray couldn’t hear them over the din of the stadium chatter, but they looked serious, as serious tournament fighters like them get.

The randomizer began spinning again for the next match.

He wondered idly if he, or any of his girls, would be called up to fight today.

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Turns out none of them were called. Gray did get to watch Classius fight some guy with a spear though. The big tank had dominated the match with raw power and clever use of his chain-mail armor, earning cheers from the stands and a proud nod from Professor Goodwitch.

Lunch went by without incident as well. He could have done something sexy, like having a blowjob under the table while he ate, like he got Nora to do that one time, but he wanted to save up some energy. He was thinking of going further with Weiss today. Perhaps after classes or maybe getting her to skip last period with him. Or he could attend History class and just use his Semblance to play with his girls while keeping his ear open to the lesson.

It was a tough choice for a hormonal boy.

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His head was between Weiss’s thighs.

Her uniform skirt covered his head like a private curtain as he ate her out in the middle of History class. He was knelt on the floor beneath the desk, hidden from the rest of the class. Doctor Oobleck was droning on about some reforms that took place after the War. Something about Atlas’s military restructuring and Vale’s new trade agreements. Gray caught maybe one word in three; his focus was entirely elsewhere.

Besides, Gray had trouble hearing past the warm thighs pressed against his ears.

With Semblance on and with Gray being somewhat bored, he decided to get a taste of the Heiress. He may have even wanted to see if she would react in any way to his licking. He got some nice twitches from her thighs and could feel her sharp intakes of air every few seconds, but there was that funny disconnect he saw every time he used his Semblance, and everyone ignored him when he did anything sexual.

Weiss sat perfectly upright in her seat, legs parted just enough for him, fingers tapping rhythmically as she took diligent notes. To anyone else, she looked like the model student. Composed, attentive, cheeks only faintly pink.

But Gray could feel the truth.

He dragged his tongue slowly up her slick folds, savoring the sweet taste of her. Weiss’s thighs tensed around his head, a sharp little inhale the only sound she allowed herself. He smiled against her pussy and licked again, firmer this time, circling her clit with the flat of his tongue before flicking it directly.

Weiss’s fingers stuttered on her scroll for half a second. Her thighs tensed on his head for a moment before relaxing again.

Gray took his time. He licked broad stripes from her entrance to her clit, then sucked the swollen little bud between his lips, humming softly so the vibration traveled through her. Her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary roll, pressing herself against his mouth for more. He rewarded her by sliding two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them upward while his tongue kept working her clit.

Her breathing grew heavier. Controlled, but unmistakably quicker. A faint flush crept up her neck. Still, she kept tapping out her notes while her pussy fluttered and clenched around his fingers.

Gray added a third finger, stretching her gently, thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Weiss’s thighs trembled. Gray couldn’t see her face, but he imagined that she was maybe biting her lip.

He sucked harder on her clit, tongue flicking rapidly.

Weiss came with almost no outward sign. Just a sudden, sharp inhale and a full-body shiver that made her fingers tap randomly on her scroll for a moment. Her walls clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating his tongue and chin. She stayed perfectly still otherwise, eyes fixed on her notes, cheeks burning crimson.

Gray kept licking her gently through the aftershocks. Soft, soothing strokes, until her trembling eased. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, giving her one last slow lick before carefully sliding out from under the desk and returning to his seat beside her.

Weiss didn’t look at him. She simply straightened her skirt with one hand, still breathing a little heavier than usual, a faint, dazed look in her eyes. She blinked once, twice, then resumed taking notes as though nothing had happened.

Oobleck’s voice droned on about Atlas’s post-war economic policies. Gray leaned back in his chair, lips still tasting of her, and allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

The rest of the lesson passed in a pleasant haze of facts and quiet satisfaction.

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A/N: Okay folks. We are at a point where I can now skip past much of the school stuff. That first week was a sort of showcase of the school life, showing off each lesson and adding some world-building in there. But now that the first week is over, I can now sort of skip to the important or sexy things. Or any characterization or canon moments.
Writing every single lesson and school break would get tedious pretty quickly.
Right now, I want to work up to a nice harem sex scene. So, I'll be focusing on getting Weiss's sex scene done with in the next couple chapters.
All that while keeping an eye on all the various story threads I've made.

Any thoughts would be appreciated.

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