Time Skip to Friday

The rest of the first week at Beacon was a blur.

Classes were… different. History class was taught by an ecstatic green haired man who talked at a thousand words a minute as he zipped around the class. Peter Port kept putting them to sleep and it was always a struggle to remain awake. Most of the students slept, played games on their scrolls, or read like Blake. A few like Weiss and Pyrrha tried to pay attention. Weirdly enough, combat class was quickly becoming your best class.

Only because you got to bring Pyrrha, Yang, or Weiss with you into the ring.

Speaking of combat, you took Blake’s advice and told the rest of your team about you faking your way into Beacon. Their reactions were pretty calm considering things, but that might have been because you owned them. Pyrrha looked aghast that you would do such a thing. You could have died and she made you feel guilty beyond belief. Yang was upset and slapped you upside the head after you explained the entire situation. She didn’t yell at you though and asked a few questions. However, as a sign of friendship or unity because of ownership, they agreed to help you catch up.

As Yang said, “You passed initiation, boss man. You got some skills.”

Thus your days of **** began.

Every morning you were **** to run a small marathon with Yang. Endurance training, which caused you to nearly pass out at breakfast. After classes, Pyrrha taught you basic sword and shield work. While you could use a shield, your sword skills were awful. It was unanimously decided that while you could use Pyrrha, Weiss, or Yang in class, you needed to learn to fight without them outside of it. After Pyrrha’s training, you would alternate sparring with Pyrrha, Blake, or Yang, whoever was free.

You had literally no free time after working on your homework, which Pyrrha made sure you did. Blake had to do that with Yang too. There was however one big perk in all this. The fact you got to have sex with hot girls constantly and the times you didn’t, got to see them naked or in their underwear. Both in the locker rooms and in your dorm room. Every morning, Pyrrha woke you up with a nice blowjob, each one getting better than the day prior. Before bed, if you were able to stay awake, you got your choice of girls to fuck, including Weiss who stopped by from time to time.

Weiss didn’t know about your transcripts and you were afraid to tell her.

So after all this, it wasn’t unheard of for it to be Friday so quickly and your final class that week ended.

“Finally!” Yang cheered. “We’re free!”

“The week certainly flew by.” Pyrrha commented.

“I can’t believe I’m still alive.” You muttered and Pyrrha patted your back.

“Sorry, we have to push you to your limits.” She apologized.

“Good news is, boss man,” Yang interjected. “We decided you get the night off.”

“It’s important not to overexert yourself,” Pyrrha agreed. “You can cause permanent damage to your body if you do.”

“And this has nothing to do with Yang wanting to hit the town?” You asked.

“Nope!” Yang lied, as Pyrrha covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her amusement. “But now that you say that, sounds like a great idea. Let’s do it!”

“Then you need to do something about Blake,” You suggested, pointing down the hallway. “She’s sneaking away.” The other two turned to see a frozen Blake glaring at you as if you betrayed her somehow as she was silently making her escape.

“Oh no you don’t!” Yang yelled and tackled the girl.

“They sure have gotten close.” Pyrrha chuckled.

“Close… yeah.” You watched Yang drag Blake back to you, who was still glaring daggers at you.

“Thanks a lot.” Blake huffed.

“I warned you that you had to go.” You told her, smirking.

“Let’s go change out of these uniforms,” Yang ordered. “Then get some party clothes, ladies.”

“Hey!” You protested as she included you in the gesture.

The four of you headed to the dorm, with Yang nearly dragging Pyrrha, who was finally getting cold feet. Her status might cause some problems, but as Yang said, ‘that’s part of the fun.’ You and Blake were dragging behind them and you felt a finger poke your arm.

“So… er… I talked with my mother yesterday.” Blake muttered.

“We thought you seemed happier,” You admitted and she blushed. “Yang wanted to ask you, but decided not to and let you tell us on your own if you wanted to.”

“She’s more forward than I’m used to, but she’s a good partner.” Blake admitted.

“So I take it things went well with your mom?” You pointed out and she nodded.

“A lot better than I thought it would. She forgave me so easily and was just happy to know I’m okay. When I told her I got into Beacon, I could tell she was proud of me.”

“That’s a parent for you. They just want us to be happy. Was it worth it?”

“Yes.” Blake smiled slightly. “All thanks to you for pushing me.”

“I just suggested it, you took the step.” You reminded her.

“Still, thank you for helping me,” She looked away. “Without you, I probably wouldn’t be able to talk about this with anyone.” Her eyes met yours. “Did you contact your family?”

“Not yet, I was going to next week after I settled in, my schedules been kind of… full.”

Blake let out a short laugh.

“So, do you know where Yang’s planning to drag us?”

“No…” You suddenly realized she never actually gave you any details except wanting to hit some clubs. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Why must you curse us, Blake?”