Jaune gives Nora a massage to cum from

Jaune paused. Despite Pyrrha’s request, he didn’t really want to leave.

Maybe he was feeling bolder because of his newfound cheat item, or perhaps Jaune’s true inner persona finally got some breathing room, but a brilliant if not immoral idea came to mind. For a second, he thought of dismissing it. This would technically be a breach of trust. Could he really do that to his friends?

The answer was yes.

Jaune opened the book and hurriedly wrote:

Team JNPR is very casual with each other, and its members don’t mind undressing down to their underwear in front of each other. It’s also not abnormal if someone stares at another when they’re in their undies.

“Actually, is it alright if I stay?” Jaune asked, mouth slightly dry. Whether it was due to anticipation or anxiety, he didn’t know.

Pyrrha cocked her head, smiling. “Of course, Jaune. I don’t even know why I asked you to leave?”

“Yeah! Nothing wrong with some skinship.” Nora added.

The two oblivious girls immediately began stripping. Jaune didn’t even have the time to pat himself on the back for his quick thinking.

Reaching down the bottom of her shirt, Pyrrha took it off slowly as she pulled it over her head. Her biceps flexed nicely, and he got to see her sexy washboard abs again. Her boobs were the main attraction, however, squished tightly together in her workout bra.

Pyrrha’s pale skin was beautiful. That he couldn’t spot any blemishes or scars was a testament to her reputation as the Invincible Girl. How paradoxical for someone to seem so soft yet so hard, thanks to her muscles.

Speaking of hard, Jaune’s boner raged as Nora bent over, sliding down her shorts and revealing an ass that was to die for. Her bountiful cheeks were so massive that they almost swallowed up her panties. Jaune idly thought that he shouldn’t be surprised that Nora had gone for pink underwear. It fit her style.

Soon, both huntresses-in-training were clad in nothing but their underwear.

Jaune couldn’t believe he’d managed to stay sane for so long while living with such beautiful girls in a small dorm. He’d upped their sex appeal less than an hour ago, but even before that they were almost irresistible.

Plus, there was something sexy about them being underdressed. Even if their underwear wasn’t made of lace or lingerie-styled. They were hot, and his ability to make them strip without objecting to his presence aroused Jaune. The power was intoxicating in its own way.

“That feels much better.” Nora commented as she stretched her arms over her head. The shortstack’s breasts wobbled like twin marshmallows. “I wish I could stay like this after every workout. Putting on clothes afterwards feels so restrictive.”

“Good thing you have that freedom here.” Jaune said, smirking slightly.

Nora was oblivious to his involvement, and laughed ignorantly. “True! If it were any other guy, I would break their legs with Magnhild for peeking. But it’s just you and Ren here. That’s fine.”

“I agree. Normally I don’t like showing too much skin when boys are around. During my days as a competitive fighter, I always requested separate locker rooms and on opposite sides of the arena, if possible. Luckily I don’t feel the same need when it’s our team.” Pyrrha added.

“Bet you had a really good masseuse to spoil you after a fight.” Nora sighed as she cracked her neck. “I could use one about now.”

“You should take that warm shower. It’s the best next thing.”

Jaune smelled another opportunity there. He quickly came up with another scheme, proving once again why he’d been made team leader; his tactical wit. Granted, it was probably the only reason…

“How about I give you a massage, then?” He asked. Pyrrha and Nora turned to him in surprise. “I’m quite skilled at it. Although I can’t promise I’m as good as Pyrrha’s former masseuse. Obviously.”

“Wait. You know how to give massages?” Asked Nora, bewildered.

He shrugged. “Seven sisters, remember? Between hobbies like dancing and cooking, it was inevitable one of them wanted me to become her personal masseuse. But, hey; at least those skills will finally pay off.”

“Well, I’m convinced!”

Nora cheered jovially as she jumped up and down. The grenadier’s poor bra fought a valiant battle with gravity, containing her swaying orbs. Pyrrha, on the other hand, seemed hesitant. She shuffled a bit with her feet.

“Are you sure it’s okay, Jaune? We don’t want to impose…”

“Not at all. I’d be a bad team leader if I didn’t take care of the team, right? Besides, I wouldn’t offer otherwise.” He gave her his most casual, friendly smile to put her at ease.

“Oh. Alright, if it’s okay with you...” Pyrrha said, returning the gesture flimsily. She appeared to be nervous. And she kept glancing at his hands for some reason. “Though… I-I think I’ll go for the shower instead. I, um, need to take care of my hair! I’ll be right back!”

She dashed for the bathroom and locked herself inside within moments.

“Huh… What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing too important if you can’t figure out, fearless leader.” Nora smiled enigmatically. The hidden meaning behind her words went completely over his head. “Now get over here and do your magic already!”

She hopped onto her bed belly first and made herself comfortable. Really comfortable. Jaune swallowed as Nora all but presented her backside to him, including her plump yet muscular ass and wonderful legs. So much cake on such a short person should have been a crime.

But Jaune wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This opportunity had fallen into his lap – okay, not really since he arranged all of this but the point stood – and he was going to have fun with it.

“Sure thing, Nora. Just let me get ready.”

Jaune opened the book and added another passage.

I am a skilled masseur who can make anyone feel good with my master skills. In fact, if I want to, I can make girls aroused through a massage, giving them an incredible orgasm.

This was tiptoeing the boundaries between him and his team. Jaune didn’t feel very guilty about it, though. Did that make him a bad person? He didn’t think so. Nora would enjoy this as much as he would. Maybe even more so.

Jaune took position next to Nora’s bed and placed his hands on her backside. The first thought that came to mind was how soft her skin felt. Somehow the notion of Nora being very feminine or taking care of her skin didn’t strike a chord with him. He wasn’t going to complain, though. The dense muscle underneath balanced out her softness anyway.

Speaking of, the sensation of a woman’s taut muscles and warm skin was amazing. Jaune could scarcely believe that he was living yet another fantasy of his. He ran his hands across her smooth back, pressing down on her lats and other sinews. Touching Nora like this had his heart racing.

“Ooh, that feels good…” Sighed the girl softly.

He hoped so. Jaune didn’t really know what he was doing, relying on the instinctual knowledge and magic touch provided by the book more than anything. He was just glad it worked out.

Jaune kept feeling up Nora’s strong back under the guise of a massage, and slowly but steadily lowered her guard. Her eyes were closed shut and a look of bliss dawned on her face. Glancing at her first, he tentatively drifted down south with his hands. They glided across her sides and waist. Nora made no complaint. If anything, a tiny moan escaped her mouth.

Next were her luscious thighs. They well and truly belonged to a powerlifter; thick and quasi-firm. His fingers dug into her flesh, testing the sturdiness of her quads and hamstrings. Of course, the moment he did, Nora jolted as the best masseur in the world helped relieve any muscle strain she might have had.

“W-Whoa!” Gasped Nora. She took a deep breath, face flushed. “You’re ridiculously good, aren’t you?”

“Anything for a friend.” He answered coyly.

His hands gripped one thigh and squeezed it fondly, admiring the sponginess of her muscles when they were relaxed. He wondered how good it would feel if Nora’s thighs were wrapped around his waist. Or even better – with his cock wedged in between them. Jaune was getting horny fondling his teammate.

But the sentiment was mutual, it seemed. Jaune noticed with no small amount of amusement that Nora’s panties displayed a wet spot. Clearly his enhanced handiwork was having a great impact on the busty shortstack. She’d pressed her face into her pillow, obviously muffling the aroused moans. Jaune smirked deviously.

He upped the tempo of the massage, kneading Nora’s supple flesh and big muscles harder, further increasing her own arousal. It was evident by how the sighs and whines coming from her pillow became louder. Not only that, but her panties got wetter. Jaune’s magical massage was akin to masturbation for the unsuspecting girl. Every touch, every caress, turning her on more and more.

The unconventional power he held over Nora was addictive. Jaune loved hearing her stifle her moans in an attempt to hide her desire for sexual relief. After all, as far as she knew, Nora was the odd one for getting horny from a massage. Never realizing Jaune was the cause of it.

“Everything good back there?”

Nora would have stiffened up if she wasn’t putty in his hands. “Yeah! T-Totally. Just– ah! Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Jaune grinned. He didn’t know whether to pity or envy her with her current situation. He just settled on giving one of her large thighs a shake, watching the heavy muscle and womanly fat jiggle hypnotically. His gaze landed on her equally large ass and another idea wormed its way into his mind.

“Say, do you mind if I straddle your legs? There’s this special technique for massaging a person’s glutes that I’d like to do. I’d hate to not give you the full experience.”

“Wha– uh, sure. Go ahead.” Nora answered, her mind half-clouded by lust.

Jaune didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed on top of her, knees on the mattress and butt planted firmly on her upper thighs. A thrill ran through Jaune. The position made him feel dominant. In control. He never realized how good it could feel.

It also allowed him to compare Nora’s thighs to his own. The sheer difference in size was both staggering and exciting. Hers were easily twice as broad as his. Not to mention way more powerful. And yet Nora was the one under him, barely keeping herself together.

Well, to be fair, Jaune was sporting a raging erection himself.

But he chose to savor this moment. Good things come to those who are patient. Or so Ren liked to say.

Jaune didn’t dawdle as he placed the palms of his hands firmly on both of Nora’s cheeks. She whined cutely when he made contact, the burning heat of her ass sending shivers down his spine. Good lord, her ass was awesome!

He’d never felt something so soft yet so taut at the same time. Jaune groped her ass openly. He didn’t bother pretending to be massaging her, knowing that the book’s alteration would make this pleasurable for Nora anyway. His fingers explored her rear with reckless abandon. Squeezing her cheeks hard, rolling them in his hands.

This was something he could get used to. No way was he going to give up on fondling this majestic work of art whenever he had the chance. Jaune was hooked.

Nora, in the meantime, was going through a slice of heaven of her own. Having her ass groped like this seemed to almost send her over the edge. The muscular grenadier’s panties were well and truly soaked now. Jaune saw how her inner thighs glistened, revealing the extent of her arousal.

Well, he’d better not leave a job unfinished.

Jaune went full in and touched, groped and squeezed until she was biting her pillow to suppress the screams of ecstasy. She didn’t last long, either. Nora’s whole body went rigid as the muffled noises reached a crescendo. Her thick, powerful muscles spasmed before relaxing.

He chuckled silently as he got off and admired his handiwork. Nora had fallen asleep, unable to resist the combination of a massage and powerful orgasm. Her cute panties were a dripping mess, and the girl’s cum coated her muscular thighs and the bedsheet.

“Sleep well, Nora.” Jaune said as he pulled the covers over her slumbering form. His smile took on a cocky edge. “We’re going to have lots more fun in the future. That’s a promise.”