Jaune's sigh of relief

*Well, I'm not Zonefire, but I figured why not?*

It took a fair bit of time, a couple of snacks, and a fun game of strip poker, but the day's goal had finally been reached: The girls now had your name tattooed on them. Save the tattoo's being removed or heaven forbid, they lose the portion of their bodies that have your name on them, your ownership of them is now unshakable. It was a strange thing seeing these active, beautiful, capable women not only enjoy your power over them. Seeing them be enthusiastic about your label getting permanently written on their skin gave you a perverse pleasure.

With all that happened, it was understandable when you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jaune, are you tired?" Ever concerned Pyrrha was the first to notice your exhale, her face now inches from yours as she looked into your eyes with genuine worry.

Weiss, certain of her duty to you and taken aback at Pyrrha's initiative then followed suit, grabbing your right hand with both of hers. "You'd tell us if there was anything we could do for you, right?" Her earnest need to appease you was charming.

You looked back and forth at these too with amazement, loving the care they took to make sure you were attended to. A beautiful, angelic heiress to your right caressing your hand with her dainty fingers. A champion with goddess-like body to your left, staring into your eyes with a pure emerald gaze, waiting for a hint of direction from you. Direction may have come if not for what came next.

*Boing*

You felt two mounds at your back and a pair of toned arms wrapped around your torso. Your senses were already overloaded with the sight before you and the two's combined clean and perfumed smell taking you. This confusion faded however as your peripherals caught the small sight of a lock of blonde hair hitting your shoulder.

"I think boss man is doing alright now, girls." Yang's blase and confident sentence struck a chord with you. Since you had claimed her, you had grown used to the party girl's nonchalant attitude and openness in showing you her sensual side. Her lack of inhibitions made your sessions with her very enjoyable.

"Is that right?" Weiss' voice was beginning to sound indignant, annoyed at how the blonde woman in front of her approached you with no concern. In any other situation, you would've taken your snow angel aside and shown her how much you valued her. With your words and your hands.

Your musings were interrupted however as you felt Weiss now guide your right hand to her left hip, pulling you closer to her. Yang's own grasp over your waist never wavered as this happened, and you felt her chest expand across your back.

You weren't exactly in a rush to break up this squabble this time.

"Then why are you clinging so close to him, Yang?" The heiress questioned, slightly annoyed at the blonde huntress's actions. Weiss' eyes went back and forth in her questioning of Yang and her looking into yours, her own gaze starting to linger on your face.

"What can I say, Weiss-Cream. Maybe I wanted to show my man some love. Nothing wrong with that, right Boss?" Yang's casual dismissal of Weiss's inquiry was soon followed by her moving her face to kiss your neck. Her head would rest against your left shoulder, her blonde hair tickling across your face as she did.

"While I have no issue with what you're doing Yang, I would remind you that Jaune is not our man." Pyrrha's words caused you to quickly move your eyes to meet hers again, now surprised at how her face shifted from concern to resolute. This statement also caused Weiss and Yang to briefly break their focus on you and turn it to the champion, equally confused and curious.

Seeing these different looks from her friends caused Pyrrha's expression to change again, now showing a more **** and unsure girl. She shifted in place as she continued "We...well, If anything, I would say we are his women. Implying he's ours is improper when in fact we are his." Pyrrha wanted her explanation to seem satisfactory, even though she ended her sentence with her eyes closed and her complexion matching her hair. This was amusing to you, especially after seeing her expression shift again with a doopy smile going across her face.

You were so entranced with this that you failed to notice your left hand was grabbed and pulled closer to the ground.

*Kiss*

Your attention was then pulled to the floor, as you looked down to see what felt like a kiss across the back of your left hand. You were surprised to see the orange mane of Nora Valkyrie on her knees looking up at you. Her lips had yet to leave your hand and her gaze never broke yours, her eyes attempting to convey what she was feeling towards you. Her simpering look combined with this action of devotion seemed so divorced from the Nora you had known so far, but as she was the latest of your possessions, you still had plenty to learn about her.

She eventually broke her kiss from your hand, a loud pop being heard by the girls as she did. She followed this up by moving your hand to her chest, her eyes still looking into yours.

"I hope you're okay, Jaune-Jaune. You'd tell us if something was wrong, right?" Nora spoke with such a small voice as she said this to you. It seems like she took the girls crowding around you to mean that you needed help. This look of sincere devotion and care from someone who was usually full of some much life and joy almost broke you.

Finally you spoke, chuckling at what had happened.

"I'm fine, really girls. It was just a breath."

Your brief statement didn't seem to sway your audience, so you decided to elaborate further.

"Look, I've been nervous for a while now that my label would come off of you guys. Now that we

got this tattoo thing sorted out, I'm really relieved that it's not a problem anymore."

Saying this carried a lot more weight with the girls, each of them looking at you now in understanding.

"Can't say I blame you, Boss man. I'd be petrified if I lost your mark on me." Yang confessed as her breath tickled against your ear.

Now it was your turn to look at her wanting an explanation.

"What? Having your name written on us is like a stop sign to creeps." Her statement elicited nods from the women around you as you looked at her in wonder.

"One look at this and any guy knows it says 'Hey, a stud's already taken me. Ain't no one is tappen this but him.' Comes in handy, see?" Yang was so amused with her explanation that brought out her cheeky smile, looking at you without a hint of irony that she was yours.

Weiss cleared her throat to get your attention back on her. "Crass as she may be, Yang's right. It wouldn't be prudent to have some ruffian attempt to steal your property, Jaune." She looked at you as though she were asking you to rebuttal her claim.

"I'd hate to have anything threaten your ownership of me, Jaune. No one on campus should be able to take me away from you." Pyrrha's determined statement brought out her resolute expression again. At this point, her earnestness was starting to give you whiplash.

You appreciated the gesture, though.

Realizing you hadn't seen Neo in this little love session you've formed, you looked beyond Pyrrha's shoulder to try and find your sexy assistant. It didn't take long for you to spot her, her clothing changed again using her semblance to give the appearance of a bride, a veil covering her face.

In her hand was the tablet she used to communicate with you, saying in all capital letters "YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING, JAUNE!"

At least she was consistent.

"I haven't had too many owners yet, Janue-Janue..." With all the excitement going on, you had briefly forgotten that Nora was still on her knees in front of you. You looked down at her again, as she continued to give you a simpering look. Before you knew it, Nora's trademark smile beamed across her face as blushingly said,

"But so far you're the best!"

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you looked around the room again, in awe of what you had done. In a few months time, you had grown as a huntsman, gotten a beautiful faunus girlfriend, a nightclub you hadn't visited in some time, and now in front of you sat what you knew to be the best collection of women to call your own. A harem enviable by all and likely to grow before you knew it.

"Alright ladies, line up. Tallest to shortest, at attention now!"

Your command was heard by all in the room and at a speed you could only marvel at, they did as you ordered. The ladies were now in a line in front of you with Yang to your right and Neo to your left.

One wouldn't blame you for wanting to exploit your power a bit.