She doesn’t have a choice but to be

Ruby’s breath hitched as she followed her team toward the training grounds, her fingers still working in slow, deliberate circles beneath her cloak. The fabric swayed with each step, threatening to slip open, but she adjusted her grip just enough to keep herself hidden—for now.

Yang cracked her knuckles, grinning. "Alright, time to smash some Grimm!"

Weiss shot Ruby a suspicious glance. "Are you even paying attention? You've been acting strange all morning."

Ruby’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t stop. If she was going to be exposed, she’d make it unforgettable.

Ruby bit her lip, her fingers pressing harder as Weiss’s scrutiny made her clench under the cloak. "O-of course I’m paying attention!" she stammered, though her breath came unevenly. The fabric shifted just enough that Yang, glancing over, caught a glimpse of pale thighs—and the deliberate movement of Ruby’s wrist.

Yang’s grin turned wicked. "Rubes, you sure you’re ready for this?" She nudged Ruby’s cloak open further with her elbow, exposing the way her sister’s fingers glistened.

Weiss’s eyes widened. "Oh dust—are you seriously—?!"

Weiss’s scandalized shriek was drowned out as the training Grimm burst from their cages—Beowolves, snarling and slavering, claws scraping against the stone floor. Ruby’s breath hitched—not from fear, but from the electric thrill of exposure. With a sharp gasp, she let her cloak fall open completely, baring herself to the room: flushed skin, fingers still buried between her thighs, her entire body trembling on the edge.

The moment Ruby’s cloak slipped away completely, time seemed to slow—or rather, she did. Her arousal-sharpened senses drank in every detail: the damp heat between her thighs, the startled gasps of her teammates, the growl of the approaching Grimm. Then—movement.

Her body blurred.

One second, she was standing exposed, fingers still pressed to her dripping folds—the next, she’d zipped behind a Beowolf, her speed leaving crimson petals swirling in her wake. Its claws slashed empty air as she pivoted, hips grinding against her own hand mid-sprint, a breathless moan escaping her lips.

Ruby’s breath came in ragged gasps as her body thrummed with unnatural speed—every nerve alight, every movement a blur of rose petals and heat. The Grimm barely had time to snarl before she was upon it, her bare thighs brushing its matted fur as she twisted mid-air, fingers still pressed to her slick folds. The sensation of her own touch, amplified by her semblance’s rush, sent a jolt through her—so intense she nearly forgot the battlefield entirely.

Glynda’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp with dawning horror. "Miss Rose—stop this instant!" But Ruby couldn’t—wouldn’t.

Glynda’s shout was lost in the rush of wind and rose petals as Ruby darted between the Grimm, her fingers still working furiously between her thighs. The Beowolf snarled, swiping at her, but she twisted mid-air—her naked body a streak of pale skin and flushed desire—before grinding her hips down onto her own hand with a breathless whimper. The friction sent sparks through her, her semblance heightening every sensation, every pulse of pleasure as she moved faster than thought.

Weiss stood frozen, her face burning crimson, while Yang let out a low, impressed whistle. "Damn, Rubes, didn’t know you could multitask that well." Still, the both of them couldn’t deny the results in front of them- Ruby slayed right now.

The last Beowulf dissolved into smoke just as Ruby’s semblance flickered out—leaving her standing bare in the center of the training hall, chest heaving, fingers still slick and trembling between her thighs. The silence was deafening.

Glynda’s grip on her riding crop turned white-knuckled. Glynda’s riding crop trembled as she strode forward, her heels clicking sharply against the training room floor. "Miss Rose!" she snapped, her voice laced with barely restrained fury—and something else, something ****. "Cover yourself immediately!"

Ruby blinked, dazed, her fingers still slick between her thighs as the last tingles of her climax faded. Before she could move, Glynda flicked her wrist—her semblance yanked Ruby’s discarded cloak from the floor and wrapped it around her in one swift motion, cinching it tight like a chastity belt.

Weiss’s gloved hands flew to her mouth. "This is so going in the disciplinary records—" Before Glynda could respond, the heavy doors of the training hall groaned open, cutting through the tense silence. Ozpin strode in, his usual calm demeanor unshaken, but the glint in his eyes betrayed amusement. Behind him, Peter Port practically bounced on his heels, his bushy mustache twitching with barely contained excitement.

"Well, well!" Port boomed, clapping his hands together. "What a stimulating training session this appears to have been!" His gaze locked onto Ruby, her cloak still cinched tight by Glynda’s semblance, her face burning scarlet.

"I-I just took yo-our advice is all." Ruby blushed at the praise she was getting and how good it felt to be seen while touching herself. Ruby’s breath hitched as Port’s booming laughter filled the training hall. "By the gods, a true warrior embraces freedom in all forms!" he declared, his mustache quivering with delight. His meaty hands clapped together with a sound like thunder, making Ruby’s cloak—still cinched tight by Glynda’s semblance—flutter around her trembling thighs.

Glynda’s grip on her riding crop tightened further, her lips pressed into a thin, furious line. "Peter, this is not the time—" But Ozpin merely sipped from his ever-present mug, his expression unreadable. Ruby paled before removing her hand from herself, fear of expulsion on her mind.

"I-I'm in t-trouble, Aren't I?" Ozpin looked at her with intrigue with her question before releasing his mug. "Normally, you would- no, SHOULD be." This made Ruby pale and feel saddened. "BUT,-" Ozpin looked at the remaining residue of Grimm she had slain, still amazed by how quickly she executed them whilst... occupied with what she was doing. "The results speak for themselves."

Ruby's breath hitched as Ozpin's words sank in. The headmaster took another slow sip from his mug, steam curling around his glasses as he studied her with that infuriating calm.

"Y-you mean... I'm not expelled?" Ruby squeaked, her fingers twitching against the bunched fabric of her cloak. The last tremors of pleasure still hummed beneath her skin, making her thighs press together instinctively.

Ozpin's lips quirked. "The efficiency with which you dispatched those Grimm while otherwise... occupied... was, frankly, unprecedented." His gaze flickered to the damp patch on her cloak, then away with deliberate neutrality. "Though I would advise against making this a habit."

Ruby nodded shakily at Ozpin's words, her cloak still clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, when Port suddenly clapped his hands together with enough **** to make the training dummies rattle. "By the Brothers, we should add this to the curriculum!" he boomed, his mustache bristling with excitement. "After all, a Huntress must be prepared for all battlefield conditions—and state of dress is an inevitable variable in the field!"

A murmur rippled through the gathered students—some stifling laughter, others whispering behind their hands. Ruby's silver eyes widened as she registered Port's words, her breath catching in her throat. The damp fabric between her legs suddenly felt impossibly hot.

The students erupted into murmurs, some snickering, others whispering in scandalized fascination. Blake’s ears twitched as she studied Ruby with an unreadable expression, while Yang just grinned and crossed her arms. "Honestly, with the kind of missions we run? Yeah, probably gonna happen to all of us at some point."

Ozpin sighed, adjusting his glasses as the weight of their reality settled over the room. "While I would prefer to maintain professionalism," he said, his voice measured, "Miss Xiao Long is unfortunately correct. The life of a Huntsman is unpredictable. Adrenaline, fear, exhilaration—these things can manifest in... unexpected ways."

Weiss’s face burned even hotter. The moment Ozpin’s words settled over the room, a ripple of nervous energy passed through the gathered students. Weiss’s gloved fingers tightened around Myrtenaster’s hilt, her pale skin flushing pink as she processed the implications. Behind her, Velvet’s ears pinned back, her breath hitching audibly, while Coco adjusted her sunglasses with an exaggerated cough—though the tips of her own ears burned scarlet.

Blake’s golden eyes flicked between Ruby and Ozpin, her lips parting slightly before she schooled her expression into something neutral—but the way her tail twitched betrayed her unease. Yang, still grinning, nudged Nora with her elbow.

Ozpin's gaze swept across the room as he adjusted his grip on his cane. "Team CFVY can attest to the... physical realities of field work," he said, his voice carrying just enough weight to silence the murmurs. Velvet's ears flattened completely against her head as all eyes turned to her, the memory of that mission in Vacuo—scorching heat, shredded uniform, their lives on the line, and **** but to fight bare beneath the desert sun—flashing behind her eyelids.

Coco's gloved hand found Velvet's shoulder, squeezing in silent solidarity as Fox's jaw tightened. Yatsuhashi said nothing, but the way his fingers flexed around Fulcrum's hilt spoke volumes.

Ozpin took a slow sip from his mug, the steam curling around his glasses as he regarded the stunned silence of the training hall. "As I was saying," he continued, his voice measured but carrying an undeniable weight, "it doesn't matter how prepared or well-equipped you are—this will happen eventually." A murmur rippled through the students, some shifting uncomfortably while others exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Glynda's grip on her riding crop tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line, but she said nothing.

Ozpin's cane tapped lightly against the floor, the sound sharp in the heavy air. "Which is precisely why we are here at Beacon—to prepare you for all battlefield realities."

Ozpin's cane tapped once more, the sharp click cutting through the murmurs. "Professor Port's suggestion has merit," he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of finality. A few students gasped—Cardin's smirk faltered, while Ren's eyebrows rose fractionally. "If we cannot prevent these... reactions, we must at least ensure they do not compromise you in the field."

Glynda's riding crop twitched, her knuckles whitening around it. "Ozpin—"

But he raised a hand, steam curling from his mug as he took another sip. "Starting tomorrow, we will implement controlled exercises to simulate high-adrenaline scenarios. Especially the kind that Ms. Rose has shown us today. Just without the... occupied nature it carried."

A beat of silence—then the training hall erupted. Peter Port's booming laugh shook the air as he clapped his meaty hands together, his mustache quivering with unrestrained enthusiasm. "At last! The wisdom of ancient warrior traditions shall guide these young souls!" His chest swelled with pride as he turned to Oobleck, who adjusted his glasses with a barely contained grin, the green lenses flashing under the fluorescent lights.

Glynda's lips parted—a sharp retort ready on her tongue—but the moment her eyes met Ozpin's, something unspoken passed between them. The weight of decades in the field, of torn uniforms and **** battles where survival mattered more than propriety, settled heavily in the air. Her grip on the riding crop loosened just slightly, the leather creaking as her fingers unclenched.

"Fine," she said at last, the word clipped but resigned. Her gaze flicked to Ruby, still flushed and breathless from her earlier release, then to the rest of the students—some wide-eyed, others shifting with barely restrained excitement. "But I will not have this devolve into indecency."

Ozpin gave a small, knowing nod before turning on his heel, the hem of his coat whispering against the polished floor. The click of his cane marked his retreat, deliberate and unhurried, as if he had merely concluded a lecture on Dust mechanics rather than upended their entire understanding of battlefield propriety.

While Ruby was happy her reveal of nudity caused such a positive outcome- she can't help but wonder if she made the right choice.