Goodwitch's Class

Jaune didn’t do much until that afternoon. He had just fucked a robot and had been recovering from the intense session. It gave him a burst of confidence in the long run because he caused Penny to reboot from the pleasure. Even if she was new to this, it was still worth seeing. Jaune was basking in the glow for a while until it was time to head to his next class. Normally, Jaune wouldn’t be looking forward to combat class because he was one of the weakest fighters in school due to not having prior training. Today? His mind was focused on the teacher.

Glynda Goodwitch.

The blonde bombshell teacher wore a tight white, low-cut T-shirt with a black pencil skirt. She also wore green glasses and had bright green eyes. Her main weapon was a riding crop, which gave her a dominatrix feel. It didn’t help that she was super strict in her teaching style. Glynda would have people put into detention in a second if they messed around. No one would mess around in her class.

Until now at least.

Jaune had been thinking how to use the book to maximize the fun in class. Since nothing was off limits, he could do whatever he wanted, like change the class to something else entirely. That was always his problem though; Choice Paralysis. There were just too many options for him to narrow things down. It was why he added some randomness to his entries, so he didn’t have to come up with specifics. Distracted by his thoughts on what he should do, Jaune wasn’t paying attention as he rounded a corner and ran into someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Arc!”

Of course it was Weiss. No matter what he did, he always seemed to upset her.

“Sorry, Weiss.” Jaune held out a hand to help her up. She didn’t take it and stood up on her own, dusting herself.

“You need to watch where you’re going, you big oaf!” Weiss snapped at him, still upset. However, because she was still under the effect of Jaune’s earlier entry. Bad luck struck the moment she insulted him.

A loud rip came from her bag and all her books and supplies came tumbling down.

“NO!” Weiss yelled in horror. “This bag was barely used!”

“It’s okay, I’ll help!” Jaune forgot for a moment about his entry as his instincts kicked in to help. He grabbed papers before they could blow down the hallway and stacked them up as Weiss began to gather as much of the other stuff as she could. “Here. I can tell Goodwitch what happened if you need to head back to your dorm to change bags.”

“I…” Weiss seemed disarmed at his kindness and distracted herself as she gathered her things into a single pile and lifted them. “...will hold you to that. Thank you.” As she turned, Jaune heard her whisper something. “Maybe you aren’t that bad.”

When Weiss left, she felt weird. For some reason her bra and dress felt tight in the front. Little did she know that by complimenting Jaune, she gained benefits. But because it was only a half-hearted compliment, she didn’t get a big boost of positivity.

Jaune had no idea what transpired from Weiss’ compliment and instead headed to class. He did know that the bag splitting was because of his entry. Weiss wasn’t an idiot. She was actually pretty smart, so Jaune wondered how long it would take for her to connect the dots that insulting him led to bad things happening to her. Even if she realized it and blamed him for doing it, what could she do about it? It’s not like there was any proof. Though Jaune would prefer not to have her hate him, even if she couldn’t prove the situation. If things came to that, he could always erase her memory with another entry.

What he wanted was for her to unconsciously realize the situation and just compliment him more often until it subconsciously sunk into her mind that he was a good guy.

“Good morning, Mr. Arc.” Glynda welcomed him as he stepped into class. ‘You’re here early.” Jaune looked around and saw he was the first person to arrive.

“I came to let you know Weiss might be a few minutes late,” He told her. “Her bag split in the hallway and she needed to go back to the dorm and get a new one.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” Glynda nodded. “Miss Schnee won’t be reprimanded as long as she returns within a reasonable time.” Glynda may be strict, but she wasn’t unreasonable.

Jaune took his seat in the stands, overlooking the arena where combat spars took place. Now he just needed to decide what he wanted to do as he took out his book.