Visiting the deputy headmistress

Cardin was used to feeling cocky. How could he not?

As the sole male heir to the Winchester family, he was part of Vale’s upper class. Both of his parents were rich, and owned a large mansion in the wealthy district of the city. Where somehow, despite the scarcity of land that humanity had to deal with due to limited settlements, you could find grand estates. The Winchesters owned such a portion of land. Large grass fields, an impressive garden, and a house big enough for more than one family. In fact, Cardin could have easily become a politician. The Winchester ancestry didn’t simply contain renowned warriors, but skilled leaders too.

With a background like that, it wasn’t abnormal for him to be arrogant. Cardin liked to think he earned the right to be this way. From his birth, he’d been raised to become an ambitious young man. He was smart and strong; all too willing to do what it took to be someone of great importance, or take whatever he desired. Everything about him was perfect.

All the way down to his genetics as well. The Winchesters weren’t inbreeders – even if there were rumors that some members had participated in **** – and sought out mates that were of similar qualities. Smart; physically superior; beautiful. Anything that could give their heirs an edge, while maintaining the purity of their bloodline. Cardin was the result of that doctrine. And it showed, considering he was tall, relatively handsome, possessed a muscular physique, and was endowed with a cock and a set of balls worthy of a stud.

So yeah, he was cocky. Deal with it.

But now he had awakened a semblance that no Winchester had ever had the pleasure of unlocking. With only his voice, he could practically rewrite minds; shape them to his liking. His victims would hang on to every syllable he uttered, believing his words to be nothing but the truth. A man led by his morals might have understood the implications of such an semblance. They might have assumed that such power came with responsibilities.

Cardin was no ordinary man. He had ambition, which made him stand above fools like those. Using his new semblance, dubbed Limitless, he would do just that – go beyond limits.

Team RWBY was just the start. The girls were a useful test to see how many people he could use Limitless on, and were a base of operations, now that his team was disbanded. That, and his aura reserves were finite. He couldn’t just use his semblance whenever he wanted. Using Limitless too much would leave him exhausted. Or worse, cause aura exhaustion.

Still, this didn’t lower the value of his semblance. Cardin knew it was a power that few could hope to match. Mental semblances were considered to be extremely rare, and those that controlled minds like his were even less common.

With this information fresh in his mind, the teen moved on to his next target. In order to make the team transfer official, he’d need to gain the right authority. He couldn’t be given that power. It would raise too many suspicions. Cardin feared only Ozpin, who might realize what was happening due to his extensive knowledge. Yet he could try to go about it in another way. One more indirect.

Like bringing Beacon’s deputy headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch, into the fold.

It was a perfect idea. Glynda was a woman of principles, ironclad resolve and a strict follower of the rules. Not only that, but she was also incredibly intelligent. Those qualities had rewarded her with the high-ranking position at the academy. And while Cardin would raise too many eyes himself, no one would question a decision made by miss Goodwitch; a decision influenced by him.

Plus she was a total ten out of ten. Cardin wasn’t going to lie to himself about this, or be delusional. Using his semblance on Glynda was practical, sure, but she was also a babe. He had a thing for older women. Both professors Goodwitch and Rose were attractive, being older and refined, yet smoking hot due to being huntresses. Every huntress maintained a superb physique, and usually possessed looks worthy of a model. They were no exception.

He couldn’t help but get a boner during their lessons; the sight of Glynda’s huge breasts confined in that tight blouse, or Summer’s bubble butt behind that cloak. Both were single, too. Ruby and Yang’s dad had passed away a couple of years ago, meaning that the Rose matriarch was ripe for the taking, since she hadn’t taken on a new lover yet. Cardin wasn’t sure what professor Goodwitch’s deal was. A busty, curvy MILF like her had plenty of admirers after all.

Anyway, he needed Glynda to gain power. But he also wanted her to satisfy his urges. Killing two birds with one stone, in other words.

That was the plan he intended on carrying out. The brown-haired student made his way through Beacon’s grand halls, passing several other teens by. They were clueless as to what his true intentions were. No one visited Goodwitch’s office for a social call. You were either in serious trouble, or she just wanted a word with you; neither scenarios were favorable. However, she always kept her door open for anyone who wanted to speak with her.

Probably because she wanted to help students with their problems. A noble thought on paper, but not very practical in reality. Certainly not with her reputation as strict disciplinarian.

Cardin entered the administrative building, already turning around a corner. This was the place where the teachers had their personal offices, and where they lived. At Beacon, teachers were given both an office and living quarters, with the two respective spaces being connected to each other by a door on the inside, so that they could easily move in between. Glynda’s were further down the hall.

As soon as he arrived, he took a deep breath before knocking on the door to her office. It was late in the evening. Yet he knew from credible sources that the blonde would be still working at this hour, filling in some paperwork. Being the deputy headmistress meant additional work on top of the usual teacher job, after all.

“Come in.” Came a feminine voice from within.

Cardin opened the door, and stepped inside. “Sorry for intruding, professor Goodwitch. I hope I don’t come at a bad time.”

Sat behind her desk, the woman looked up from her documents. Her green eyes locked on to his; analyzing him. Most likely wondering why he was here.

“It’s quite alright. You’re not interrupting anything, mister Winchester.” Glynda said neutrally. She put her pen down, before gesturing towards the chair in front of her desk. “Please, take a seat. How can I help you?”

He did just as she said, plopping down on the comfortable seat. His carefree attitude gained him a raised eyebrow from the professional huntress. Well, he doubted he was going to get in trouble any time soon. Especially once his plan succeeded.

“Sure can. You see, I heard that students could come to you if they have any issues. Right?”

“That is correct. It is my belief that students should be allowed to come clear with their problems. And if it is within my capacity to help, then I feel obligated to do so.” Glynda nodded. Her sharp, bright green eyes observed him closely again. “Are you telling me that you have a problem, mister Winchester?”

Cardin made a show of looking embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Nothing gets past you, professor. I should have seen that coming. Then again, I am your favorite student.”

“T-that’s not what this is about. Teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites.”

There it was. He watched eagerly as the first crack in her defenses appeared. The usually composed miss Goodwitch broke eye contact for a split second, averting her gaze, and her cheeks took on a rosy color. Just a small touch of his semblance and this was already the result. Cardin barely withheld his smirk.

“Ah, right. My bad.” He chuckled.

Glynda coughed into her fist, before adjusting her glasses. “Anyway, you still haven’t told me why you are here, mister Winchester. I can’t be of service until you reveal the issue at hand.”

“Hmm, that’s right, isn’t it?” He pondered dramatically, tapping a single finger on his jaw. “Fair enough. I shouldn’t beat around the bush too much. But you’re always so eager to be of service to me, as you just said. My approval is important to you, after all.”

This time, the blush increased in its intensity. Glynda began to toy with her pen subconsciously, fiddling with it as a result of her nervousness. His semblance was working quite well.

“That’s… I cannot deny that, mister–“

“Cardin. You’ll call me by my first name from now.” He interjected smoothly, acting relaxed.

She corrected herself. “Very well. I can’t deny that you are my favorite student, and that I value your approval, Cardin. However, it’s unprofessional of me. I am supposed to be strictly impartial. That’s what is required of me; both as deputy headmistress and a combat teacher at Beacon academy.”

Oh, this was just grand! Cardin loved twisting her words against her; each time placing her more and more under his control, and she was none the wiser. Much more satisfying than just telling her she was a bitch in heat, for sure.

“But you have a duty to me as well, Glynda.” Cardin said. There was a steel undertone to his voice, partially strengthened by his semblance. The professor’s eyes widened slightly. “As your favorite student, you should be treating me differently when we’re in private. Drop the disciplinarian act. Be relaxed.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” A soft smile graced her supple lips, as she responded to his semblance-enhanced commands.

The tension in her shoulders melted away, like snow on a warm summer’s day. She no longer sat up straight as if at attention. Although he couldn’t really see it all too well, she clearly crossed her legs to find a more comfortable position. He was fascinated by how different she looked. Cardin was used to her struct persona, and to see her so relaxed was more remarkable than he first thought.

Even better, her amazing bust was better highlighted like this. Cardin openly looked at the massive globes on the professor’s chest. She had the biggest pair in Beacon, no doubt about that. Calling her busty didn’t even begin to do her boobs justice. Yang came close, but even hers were no match to Glynda’s milkers. What were her measurements even? A G-cup? Maybe even bigger. Each tit was almost the size of her head anyway! And with her lounging back in her leather chair, they were all the more prominent, being squeezed together because of the white blouse.

“See? Isn’t that better?” He asked.

Glynda hummed her agreement. “It’s nice to unwind. Honestly, I only feel comfortable doing this with you.”

“Then we need to see each other more often. I’d appreciate your company.”

“Is that why you wanted to meet with me?” She asked, smiling prettily. There was no indication that she was against such a scenario. “Pretending to have some sort of issue, as an excuse to talk to me.”

“Ha, guilty as charged! I can’t be blamed though. Who wouldn’t want to spend his free time with a beautiful woman like you.” Cardin saw her open her mouth; probably to scold him for saying something so brazen and cheesy. He quickly added. “And don’t deny it. You love the attention you get from me, because it makes you feel good.”

No words came out of her mouth. Too shocked. Only for a moment, however, as she immediately snapped her mouth shut afterwards. Glynda glanced at his face, then at his broad, muscular chest and finally at his crotch. He grinned in response. It didn’t escape his notice how she seemed to rub her thick thighs together either. Not only did she seek out his favor and feel comfortable around him, but now she could possibly get horny because of him.

Fuck. He was getting hard too. Just the thought of this MILF being turned on got him ready to go.

“I’m not sure where this is going, Cardin.” Glynda said.

“It’s normal to do as I say. Now, come over here and stand in front of me, Glynda.” He ordered firmly.

Not knowing any better anymore, she stood up. The sound of her heels clicking on the tiled floor echoed throughout the office, as she made her way around the wooden desk. Cardin leaned back in his seat when she came to a halt. The blonde huntress stood tall with elegance and poise. Yet she couldn’t look him in the eye. Glynda was somewhat confused, but knew that she should listen to his commands. She knew that she wanted his favor. She knew that he made her feel good.

All he had to do was take it a step further.