Claim the Promise Lands

“What’s the schedule like today?” Yang asked, as you all left the room.

“We got Grimm Studies with Professor Port and Combat Class with Professor Goodwitch,” Pyrrha replied, looking at her scroll.

“What’s the point of Grimm Studies?” Yang asked. “They break when I punch them. Do I need any more information?”

“Larger Grimm tend to be armored and have very specific weak points,” Blake pointed out. “You can’t always just punch them and expect it to work.”

“And there are a lot of stuff we don’t know about Grimm,” Pyrrha continued. “Since their bodies vanish when they die, we don’t have a lot of information about their biology.”

You were only partially listening.

Information on Grimm was pretty common knowledge. Learning more about them was something you expected at this school. What you were worried about was Combat Class. You had very little training, mostly what you learned yourself and from passing Huntsmen. You had a few basics, but what you saw your friends fight, they were leagues above you. The Ownership Power you discovered wasn’t going to help you with that. You were going to get your butt kicked in any spars, but hopefully you could learn quickly enough. At the very least, you could have some fun with the girls afterwards to feel better.

You passed the female locker room and slowed down.

If it worked on your room… maybe you could have access to the promised lands that guys dreamed of.

“I need to run to the… restroom,” You told the girls. “Go ahead and I’ll catch up.”

“Want us to grab you some food?” Pyrrha asked.

“Eggs and bacon would be fine.”

“Okay, we can do that.” They took off and Blake looked back at you. You smiled at her and it seemed to relieve her. Her trust in you was absolute and anything you did to assure her things were okay helped her relax. Though, she would have to deal with Yang at breakfast, so poor her.

Once they were gone you moved over to the entrance of the female locker room. On one side was where Combat Class was held and the other side was training rooms. You pulled out your marker and began to write on the girls’ locker room door.

Jaune Arc’s Locker Room.

Jaune Arc’s Rules:

1. Only girls and Jaune Arc can use this locker room.

2. Anyone in the room will allow Jaune to write anything he wants on them.

3. Jaune is allowed to intrude on anyone’s personal space. He may touch, rub, masturbate with, or anything else he desires without issue. Girls may also touch each other for his amusement.

4. Any girl touched by Jaune will find it flattering and desirable.

5. Girls will want Jaune’s attention in the locker room.

The last one was more for your fun. You didn’t want girls to shy away from you. The rest were similar to your dorm room with minor changes. Now, whenever you were changing for Combat Class or getting ready to train, you had girls to play with. There was a second entrance to the locker room, so you walked into your new room and noticed it was empty. It was faster to pass through this way to the other side. Just to make sure EVERYONE who entered saw the rules, you put them all again on the empty wall in the locker room in big letters.

That was the main issue with the Ownership Power, people had to see the writing to be affected. You’ll have to think ways on how to bypass it.

You just finished writing the rules for a third time on the other door, when you heard someone approaching you. Turning around, you saw Glynda.

It was hard not to smile when her face flushed slightly.

“Good morning, Professor.” You greet, pretending not to notice.

“Y-yes, good morning.” She was trying to keep her composure. “Why are you here so early?”

“I noticed my locker is in the wrong locker room,” you replied. “I was hoping I could get it moved.”

Glynda looked confused and then saw the big writing on the door.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Arc.” She sounded shocked this happened. “I will make sure your locker is placed in the correct location before class.”

“Thank you,” you replied smiling. “Are you okay, professor? You look a little red.”

“I-I’m fine, thank you.” Glynda was panting a little and rubbing her legs together unconsciously. “I just… you look… umm… never mind.”

For fun, you ran a hand through your hair.

“I live with three girls now weirdly enough, so I guess there are always plenty of hair care products.” You laughed as she blushed a little. Controlling her arousal was hilarious. You wondered how long until she cracked.

“Y-yes, I see.” Glynda coughed. “Well, Mr. Arc, I suggest you grab some breakfast. The first day is always the hardest for students. Especially my class.”

“Yes, I did hear that.” You looked at her and noticed her thighs still rubbing together slightly. You turned away, grinning, when you heard a click. It sounded like someone took a picture. Turning around, you saw her putting something away in her pocket.

“Yes, Mr. Arc?” Her red face was even brighter, like she knew she did something bad.

“Did you hear that?” You asked.

“No, what was it?” Glynda adjusted her glasses in an attempt to save face, but you knew.

She needed a picture for her other commands on how to relieve herself..

At this point, you wished you had made it so that she would let you write on her. Maybe her arousal was high enough you could make her freeze and write something when her guard was down. Or get her into the locker room. Then you could always worry about it later. Drive her mad in class while watching her lose her cool.