to the victor go the spoils

"-aster? It's time to wake up~"
You heard a voice, but couldn't quite place it yet. Gods, why did everything hurt?
"Oh, what's a poor girl like me supposed to do without her sweet Master..."
Okay that voice was getting on your nerves, you really weren't in the mood for teasing right now.

"And you BITCH just LET HIM fight you? Are you INSANE!?"
"Please calm yourself, I simply did as Eugene asked. In fact, if you ask me he performed exceedingly well in that fight. Anyone less promising could have suffered much more than just injuries."
"Wait, are saying he could have DIED!? I'll fucking kill you myself you WHORE!"
Oh brother, now there were two voices and they were fighting too. Great.

"Agh, why is it so damn bright in here?" was the first thing you mumbled when you finally opened your eyes.
After a few seconds your eyes had acclimated to the brightness and you could actually take in your surroundings.
You were in the school nurse's office, a place you knew from your visits for the biannual check-ups and the occasional post-training injury. But why were you here right now? More importantly, why were you in bed?
Before you could ponder much further you noticed a figure in the chair next to your bed. Was that... Lila?
Why would she be here, you barely knew each other. No, there was something important you were blanking on.

"NO WAY!" you shouted as you saw it on her arm. It was a bit faded, but it was definitely your handwriting. All of it came back to you. The fight against Jean and the subsequent rematch. The way you tricked Zane. Taking Lila as your property and making her walk out of the arena. You quickly checked your scroll and saw the nude you noticed before fighting Caitlin. Oh right, you really dueled Caitlin Danaan and won. Your memory stopped after that, you must have blacked out after the fight. It would explain why you were in your current position.

Lila was stirring awake slowly, you must have been too loud. However you were curious about her reaction. That was her voice that you heard while asleep, wasn't it. Who was the other voice though?
"_Master, you're awake! I was sooo worried about you!" _she purred, slowly climbing on top of you, while eating you alive with her eyes. "I really don't appreciate how long you made me wait, you know? You better have a nice, big ~treat~ for your loyal property..." You were speechless. How much of this was your semblance and how much was just her personality? At least she had seemed to drop the abusive habits for now, likely due to the respect she had towards you as her owner. That felt wrong to say, but the rush of power combined with the inviting display in front of you made you less certain in your judgement than usual.

Lila's weight on the bed shifted suddenly, she was now straddling your lower body. The two of you were still separated by the blanket covering you, but you clearly felt the shape of her ass pressing against your thighs and the warmth of her crotch was radiating through to your cock.
"So Master, will you play with me?" she inched her face closer and closer to yours. "The nurse won't come back for another hour or so at least." Without waiting for an answer her lips met with yours. It was a wet, sloppy kiss and her tongue passionately invaded your mouth. Your hands meanwhile traveled along her thighs, passing her hips and cupping her butt. It was soft and shapely just the way you would imagine on a sex bomb like her. As you began groping and rubbing she moaned into your mouth, her eyelids fluttering with arousal.

"We really have to do something about this blanket, don't we?" she asked, slightly out of breath. With a swift but forceful motion she had flung it down towards the ground and immediately inspected your now closer than ever crotch. Her fingers trailed around the bulge in your hospital gown, like a cat playing with her food. The more she teased you the more your dick hardened, something she seemed to enjoy immensely. You got tired of it pretty quickly though and decided to take the initiative yourself.
The hospital gown fell down in front of you after you had untied its strings on your back, releasing not only your naked form but your instinctual lust as well. Lila was delighted by this motion as it gave her more eye candy and in particular a clear view just what kind of treat you had in store for her. She almost looked impressed for a second, but played it off in stride to keep up her air of dominance. You were going to show her who would be the leader in this relationship though and the first part of her to realize that would be her dripping wet cunt.
So you grabbed her by the hips, eliciting a surprised scream from the leering girl, and lowered her onto your penis. She gasped as it entered her, you stopped for just a second, but it seemed she could handle herself so you pushed further. Once you were all the way in, she opened her eyes again. She looked into yours with something best described as adoration born from pure lust, rather than love. You would make her body love you though, even if you needed to make her pussy the shape of your dick for that. As you lifted her up again she looked a bit worried, but was also breathing heavily in anticipation. Then you pulled her down. And up. And down. And up. And down.
You had been pumping her along your shaft like this for what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to two minutes when you felt a pressure building in your balls. You knew what that meant and she seemed to sense it too. "It's alright. *huff* Master. I'm on. *gasp* The pill." Your dick was hard before, but now it was like diamond. Your pace quickened and so did both of your moans. The pressure was rising higher and higher until it was almost impossible to hold on. But you had one last clear thought before you exploded.
"Cum." you said commandingly, albeit out of breath. Her eyes widened as her body obeyed. She was trembling and the walls of her canal were tightening around your dick, pushing you over the edge too.
You pressed your lips against her forcefully as you both came, setting free the desire that you had restrained for so long and painting her womb white with it.

"That was amazing, master" she whispered a few moments of cuddling later. "I could barely even tell you were a virgin five minutes ago." She winked at she last part and promptly got up. You took in the nice view of her behind and didn't stop doing so when she continued talking. "We should get dressed, there are some people that want to see you." You did just win a tournament, you remembered and while staying in bed with Lila for a bit sounded like heaven, you could always do that later. Yeah, later seemed to get better every day for you. Following her advice you got up and dressed in the fresh clothes on your nightstand. Actually, whose where those? Lila must have noticed your confusion as she explained "Some stupid ginger slut came in here a few hours ago, the bitch that beat you up, remember? Though from what she told me you didn't let her get off that easy either. Anyway she dropped of some fresh clothes for you, so you must have beaten some respect into her." she smiled at you with a sadistic expression that could instill fear among students and teachers alike. She must be talking about Caitlin, that explained the other voice you heard as well as Lila's attitude towards her. That was something you needed to smooth over later but you should at least thank her for the change of clothes when you got the chance. Once you were dressed you looked yourself over quickly. A white T-shirt, blue sweatshirt, loose jeans, white tennis socks and a pair of black sneakers. None of these were out of your wardrobe though, so at least you didn't have to worry that Caitlin broke into your dorm room just to get clothes. That kind of meant that these were someone else's clothes or, given how new they felt, that she had bought them for you. While you didn't know how she got your sizes, they did fit comfortably so it was not really a pressing concern.
Lila seemed to be getting annoyed at your constant overthinking as she slightly nudged you in the side and said "Can we get on with it mastermind? You've got places to meet and people to be." You chuckled at her joke and teasing nickname as you started walking towards the door.

You knocked politely at the door in front of you. The sign read "Principal". You hadn't been here often so Lila actually had to lead you for the last bit of the walk here. It was somewhat surprising that the principal himself wanted to speak to you about the tournament, hopefully there weren't any issues with how you used your semblance. You knocked again, while it could come across as impolite you had specifically been told to come here as soon as possible.
The door swung open and an overweight man with a full white beard and receding hairline greeted you. "Ah, hello. You must be Mr. Bluebeard then." he said as he extended a pudgy hand towards you. You promptly shook it and replied politely replied "Yes sir, I was told you were expecting me?"
"Indeed I was young man, I wanted to commend you on your victory in the tournament and discuss some of the details regarding your graduation with you." he then started droning on about legal matters and the spirit of competition he saw in you but it seemed of little matter. What was important was that you weren't in trouble and your victory was seen as legitimate. In fact, he seemed particularly impressed about the final match which "displayed the comradery and strive for self-improvement among huntsmen like none before it." as he put it.
This phrasing led you to assume he had already spoken to Caitlin and likely seen what you wrote on her arm which definitely made things easier for you. Your attention turned back towards the aging man as the topic shifted towards something of interest to you.

"As we said in the initial announcement of the tournament, you as the winner will receive a full ride sponsorship at Beacon Academy, however as you also performed far above the standards we had expected we feel inclined to add onto that offer." This was bound to be helpful, your financial situation wasn't exactly stable right now.
"While the students who displayed the necessary competences of course will be qualified to attend Beacon, they will have to pay for their studies themselves, something not everyone can afford. As we assume you will want to make the most of your time there we are willing sponsor another scholarship for a student of your choice, provided they too fulfilled the necessary requirements for attending. With this gesture we hope to ensure you have fellow huntsmen-in-training to support you there from day one."
This... was insanely generous. It was likely not just out of goodwill as they must be trying to make sure that more of their students graduated Beacon, which was always good advertisement for combat schools. Still this worked in your favour too. You knew Caitlin was qualified and her family was filled with famous and successful huntsmen, so there was no doubt in your mind she was going to enroll. You looked over at Lila, who must have been at least vaguely following the discussion as she pointed at herself and looked at you confused.
"Don't you worry about me master. I've got cash to cover my own expenses. You do know who my daddy is, yeah?"

The word master stuck in your mind like a thorn, but the principal didn't react in any obvious manner, he must already be under the effects of your semblance. Regarding Lila's comment though, you did seem to remember reading about Lila's father in some article a while ago. Mr. Serach was some sort of socialite and financier, largely associated with local infrastructure and security, which was likely why Lila had attended a combat school to begin with. So who else did you want to bring along.
"How about Jean Burgundy?" you asked. "Ah, the girl you encountered in round one, yes? Truly a splendid example of sportsmanship that, if I were just thirty years younger I would have challenged you myself after seeing such a display!" he once again derailed into preaching about the values of combat and the virtue that was fair competition, most of it eerily similar to his earlier sophistry.
"Hrm, quite sorry my boy." he caught himself a few seconds later "I do believe the girl in question is qualified despite her early loss, but I don't know much about her financial situation, nor whether she would be interested in this offer. I would advise you go talk to her yourself, she should be in attending the graduation ceremony at the moment."
Wait, wasn't that supposed to be tomorrow? How long did you sleep? It didn't really matter right now. You signed some papers and then excused yourself from the principal's office with Lila in tow.

No sense knocking on this door, you joked in your thoughts as you pushed open the big double door leading to the gymnasium. The music and speeches blasting through the sound system was audible to you even when you were still outside the building, now that you were inside it was getting uncomfortably loud. Nonetheless you made your way to the bleachers where the guests, largely family members and staff, were sitting. You realized that Lila and you should technically be attending the ceremony yourself, but neither of you was wearing the uniform, nor was attending it necessary to actually graduate. You noted that a few of the other students who had passed their exams were also missing, likely drinking in one of the local clubs which was a popular alternative to the dry school traditions. You silently took your seats on the outer edge of one of the upper benches, hopefully not disturbing any of the more stern guests you recognized.

After about half an hour of boring self-congratulation the staff was satisfied with their waste of time and started handing out certifications, both those for attending huntsman academies and those for extracurricular activities like dust studies, advanced weaponsmithing, electronics (this one you yourself received earlier) and some less interesting social studies and humanities. Most of these were relevant to people looking to take roles working adjacent to huntsmen rather than those aiming for academy spots, but these skills could always come in handy for those preferring to work by themselves or trying to save lien.

Soon enough the students were dismissed and the procedure disbanded in a sea of chattering, chuckling and shuffling. You had spotted both Jean and Caitlin among the students earlier and were hurrying to catch them outside the main entrance of the building. You yourself kept to a bit further away from the door, not really interested in questions related to your absence or conversations about the tournament. Lila stood closer to make sure you didn't miss the two girls on accident, her naturally intimidating reputation helped with keeping her free from crowds. A few minutes and what felt like endless waves of people later you finally saw one of them. Jean was visibly annoyed at the crowds and the suffocating noise around her, but you took your chances with approaching her. "HEY, JEAN!" you shouted ahead while jogging toward her. Her face while initially pissed at the unexpected confrontation brightened quickly when she recognized you. "Well I'll be, guess who finally decided to show up. Where you scared I was gonna make you dance like a lil' bitch again, Blue?" she joked. If it was anyone else you'd have taken it as an insult, but for Jean it seemed downright respectful. "Heh, yeah stuff like this isn't really my thing, you know? But hey, I actually need to talk to you about something important." She raised her eyebrows at that, apparently sceptical but willing to listen. "So you know how the winner gets a full scholarship to Beacon?" you saw her face sour. She was likely assuming you were going to rub it in her face, which is why you quickly continued "The principal is actually letting me choose another student to sponsor, they're giving out two scholarships!" You've never seen a face go through so many emotions at once as her's did when those words left your lips. Confusion, then denial followed by concern and finally settling on happiness as the correct assumption dawned on her. "Are you offering me a full ride at Beacon with you?" You chuckled slightly at the wording, but assured her "That is exactly what I'm offering. I want people with me I can trust. What do you say?" She looked amazed and you could have sworn you saw a tears form in her eyes, though you'd never say that to her face. "YES, HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES!" her shouting pierced your ears while her excited hug crushed your bones. She snapped out of it after a few seconds of excruciating pressure, letting you take a deep breath. "I'm gonna go back to tell the principal, you wanna come with?" you asked her. She looked down at herself before replying "I need to change my clothes, how about we meet there in half an hour."
You replied positively and she immediately started running towards the dorms.

Now, to find Caitlin, you thought as you turned towards Lila. Speak of the devil.
Your companion was currently engaged in a shouting match with the person you were looking for.
"Don't you DARE touch my master ever again, you did more than enough damage already!"
"I've told you repeatedly Lila, I never meant to hurt Eugene. It was a fight, these things happen."
Seeing where this was going, even without Caitlin's semblance, you decided to intervene.
"Lila, chill. Caitlin's a friend, right?" you mediated while turning toward the ginger.
"Of course. I assume you've recovered sufficiently by now? Your... toy made it sound like you were lying on your deathbed." Caitlin affirmed with a surprising amount of hostility towards Lila
"Okay, I need both of you to get along. You're both graduated and about to enroll in Beacon, you should behave like it." playing your authority was the only way of getting these two to ever play nice you feared.
"Fine. As long as she can keep her baseless accusations to herself." Caitlin spoke followed by a cold glance towards Lila. "Easy, as long as you can stop breaking my masters bones." Lila shot back with her own fiery glare.
Good enough. You started walking towards back towards the main building when you remembered something.
"Hey, I'm gonna pay you back for those clothes soon, okay Caitlin?" She looked at you with clearly faked indignation. "Eugene, if you're going to turn small favours like that into a numbers game I will be very upset with you."
You smugly joked back and soon enough both of you broke out laughing. Even Lila couldn't help but smile.
Beacon was gonna be great.