Head For Beacon

“Sorry, Neo.” You told the girl. “I need to go.”

The girl pouted, but didn’t stop you as you pulled on your underwear and pants. She did stare a bit though. You couldn’t reprimand her, as she was still completely nude and you eyed her plenty. Even after you were fully dressed, Neo didn’t even try to put something on. When you made eye contact with her, she smiled and spread her legs, showing off her glistening pussy. You were tempted.

Oh, so tempted.

“Sorry, I need to go.” You repeated, more for yourself than her. “Maybe we can meet up again?”

Her eyes widened and she nodded excitedly. Before you could react, she grabbed your Scroll and put her number in it before tossing it back to you. She winked at you before stretching out on the bed, still fully nude, to show off her body.

“Er, I want to, I swear, but I really do have to go. I’m a student at Beacon and have responsibilities.”

You took off before you fell to temptation. Little did you know, Neo was a lot more than she let on. She wasn’t a normal girl and if you had known, you probably would have remembered to fix her devotion toward you. It probably would have been a better idea to own her memories and make her forget you. Now it was too late and you had no idea what was instore for you.

“Drink some water,” You sighed, sitting on Pyrrha’s bed watching the poor girl suffer her first major hangover. Her FIRST hangover, in your bed.

“Thanks…” Pyrrha muttered, tanking the water and chugging it down while looking horrible. She was wearing just her red underwear, as the rule you instated was still in effect.

“Top of the year in combat class, yet defeated by a drink.” You teased.

“I’m sorry…hmph!” Pyrrha held a hand over her mouth as she grabbed the nearby trashcan. You got up and sat next to her, rubbing her back soothingly. “I’m never drinking again!”

Blake snickered into her book. She was wearing just black underwear and you loved admiring her curves.

“Yeah, a lot of people say that,” You told her. “It’s a lesson on not drinking too much. You aren’t Yang. The medicine and water should help. Just take it easy today.”

“Where is Yang anyways?” Pyrrha asked.

“She’s got to take care of two things before coming back,” You tell her. “I called her before coming here.” She had sent some pictures to you shortly before arriving at Beacon and you hadn’t have a chance to view them yet.

“Jaune ended up in a hotel room,” Blake commented, turning a page. “And he’s not dying like you, so he was fine.”

“I have a lot of Aura,” You tell her. “I hear that helps with ****.”

“Yeah… that Grimm Slayer?” Blake looked up. “Was designed FOR Huntsmen. Aura is taken into account. It’s why Pyrrha is in such bad shape.”

“Anything you want to make you feel better?” You asked, feeling guilty you left the poor girl alone. She wasn’t streetwise like Blake or Yang.

Pyrrha looked up at you.

“Could we push our beds together and you lay with me?” Pyrrha asked, blushing wildly.

You stared at her. That was the last thing you expected to hear her say. Yang maybe? Actually, you’re surprised Yang DIDN’T suggest that yet.

“I was thinking about that all week,” Pyrrha admitted weakly. “You sleep in our beds a lot anyways and it would give us more room.”

You rubbed your chin.

“Eh, okay.”

“Really?” She looked up at you in surprise.

“You brought some good points and I don’t have any reason to say no,” You explained. “Would be nice to have some room when we sleep together and not risk falling off.” You stood up. “Lie down and I’ll push your bed over. Just rest up.”

“You’ll stay beside me for a bit?” Pyrrha begged.

“Sure.” You kissed her forehead and got up once she was laying down. It was kind of unusual for Pyrrha to actually want to be selfish. Kind of cute in its own way. You began to move her bed as Blake watched. Of course she didn’t help move it, but she was more than willing to comment.

“You know Yang is going to want to move her bed now.” She said.

“I don’t see a problem.” You laughed. “She’s a comfortable pillow.” Blake rolled her eyes. “Thanks for taking care of Pyrrha. I owe you one.”

“You do,” Blake agreed. “I had to bring your property back.”

“If there’s anything you want, let me know.”

“How about a date?” Blake suggested, avoiding eye contact.

“I could do tha-…huh?!” You spun around and stared at her. She was not looking at you and you had no idea if she was joking or not. “Are… Are you serious?”