Payment 002

As part of Jaune’s agreement with Junior, he was only required to render payment on weekends. It was in the best interests of everyone involved that the falsified transcripts stayed undiscovered, for it wasn’t only Jaune in the firing line should things go south. Having someone around capable of forging such important paperwork, good enough to trick one of the four major huntsman academies of the world was something that no kingdom would stand for. So it made sense that Junior wouldn’t want him to raise any suspicions. It was why Jaune had been so willing to tough it out when Cardin had been riding his ass so hard when he discovered his secret. One word and the jig was up – it wasn’t until Cardin threatened Pyrrha that Jaune was ready to throw caution to the wind.

Thankfully, that whole situation had been resolved. Saving Cardin’s life had placed the bully in Jaune’s eternal debt and for now, the boy seemed willing to forget Jaune’s dirty secret.

A student visiting the city on the weekend was normal behavior, even if it was every weekend. Teenagers liked to go out. They were expected to go out, even. No one liked to stay on campus all day, every day, with nothing to break up the routine. A student constantly leaving midweek, however – that could raise a few eyebrows.

So that was why Jaune was surprised when Miltia decided to blow his scroll up midweek, message after message sending it vibrating across the cafeteria table in awkward circles. Before any of his more mischievous friends could think to snatch it up, he grabbed it from between his sandwich and bottle of orange juice and confirmed that yes, Miltia had just sent him about twenty messages in about as many seconds.

“What in the world,” he muttered, staring at the screen blankly. He dared not unlock it and look, not with Yang or Nora around, so instead he pocketed it. At the nearest opportunity, he’d find out just what had prompted the spam of texts.

Of course, things were never going to be that easy.

“Who was that?”

Yang grinned at him from across the table, more than aware he hadn’t wanted to bring attention to it. She was the type of girl to smell blood in the water and hone in on it for some good natured ribbing. But what was good natured ribbing to one person was a serious issue to another.

He forced his face to stay neutral, giving a half-hearted shrug. “Just a friend.”

“Aren’t you gonna have a look?” she asked slyly, twirling a strand of her lovely hair around a finger. “It sounded urgent.”

“Nah,” he took a careful bite of his sandwich, making sure not to make direct eye contact. It was way harder to lie when you looked them in the eye and no one ever accused Jaune of being a good liar. “They’re probably bored. They do stuff like that all the time.”

Yang wasn’t the only one interested, Pyrrha sneaking glances at him from his right though keeping silent. Thankfully Nora was preoccupied with her lunch, playing with her little dinosaur chicken nuggets before dunking them in sauce and devouring them with relish. The childlike behavior was endearing – and was saving him a boat load of grief. Thank you, tiny bite sized beasts, he thanked profusely.

“Uh huh,” Yang didn’t sound convinced. “And this friend – is it a girl?”

Luckily, he didn’t have to answer that for Weiss chose that moment to intervene.

“Don’t be preposterous,” she said haughtily. “You aren’t seriously suggesting that he has a girlfriend, are you?”

Jaune frowned. That was the suggestion Yang was going for, he supposed, though he wished Weiss hadn’t said anything about it. Suddenly the table seemed much more interested in the conversation thanks to her remarks.

“Wait, what?” Ruby asked, setting down her carton of milk. She shot Jaune a look of amazement. “You have a girlfriend?”

“He doesn’t,” Pyrrha finally said with force. “Right, Jaune?”

“Er – right. I mean, no, I don’t have a girlfriend, Ruby,” he said as she continued to goggle at him. This wasn’t a lie, so it came out naturally – he wasn’t in a relationship with Melanie or Miltia, not in the traditional sense. It was purely business, no matter how much he enjoyed the arrangement.

“What’s the matter, Weiss? Upset he has already replaced you in his heart?” Yang teased, prodding her teammate in the shoulder. Weiss slapped her hand away with a huff, giving the blonde an intense look of irritation.

“Why ever would I be upset? I would be crippled with joy if by some miracle, he found someone desperate enough to bask in his fumbling affections. I could only hope and pray for such a thing to occur, for it would be an act of the Brother Gods themselves.”

An awkward silence fell across the table.

“Weiss,” Ruby said with disappointment.

“That was uncalled for,” Pyrrha said with a frown. Yang looked equal parts outraged and guilty, having started the whole conversation down this path in the first place. She hadn’t meant for things to turn quite so sour.

“Guys,” he spoke up, raising a hand. “It’s fine. Really.”

It didn’t hurt as much as it used to. His crush on Weiss had withered away beneath her scorn and his time spent away from Beacon, in the embrace of other women. He just wished that they could become friends but his constant flirting had spoiled that well, and he didn’t know how to fix it. It had been weeks since he had shown any outward interest in her, yet she treated him like he was still hounding her. He hadn’t been that bad, had he?

Perhaps they’d never be friends. As much as he hated it, he had come to accept it. Grudgingly. You couldn’t make someone like you, no matter how much you wished to be their friend.

“I’ve lost my appetite,” Blake said, getting up from the table and storming away. Jaune blinked, startled.

Weiss looked equally as shocked. “What is her problem?”

“You are,” Nora said, popping the last of her nuggets in her mouth. She chewed loudly, purposefully – they all knew Weiss hated rude eating habits. Each smack of her lips only ignited her ire. Ren sighed, setting down his eating utensils, knowing that a fight was about to flare up but not being able to do anything about it.

“I beg your pardon?” Weiss asked, eyes narrowing into slits.

Seeing the opportunity to slip away, Jaune got up and followed Blake out, the rest of their friends too preoccupied with the growing fight. He wondered how long it would take them to realize he had left and hastened his stride. Blake was nowhere to be seen outside, having already left the area. Picking a direction at random, he walked until he came across one of Beacon’s many beautiful gardens. Taking ownership of a vacant bench, Jaune pulled out his scroll and pressed his thumb to the reader, unlocking the device.

Strangely, all the messages were the same thing. She really had just spammed him until he couldn’t ignore it.

Meet me tomorrow at 10am. Consider it payment.

Not only was it unusual because it was midweek, it was also in the middle of the day. He had only ever met either of the twins at night, even on the weekends. This was exactly the type of thing they were meant to be avoiding. Skipping class to go down to Vale was sure to draw the type of attention they were trying to avoid.

But he couldn’t exactly ignore this, could he? Miltia would never ask this of him if it wasn’t important. They may have been twins, identical twins at that, but while Melanie could be impulsive and rash, her sister was more level headed. They could be so alike in many ways yet their base personalities were quite different.

She wouldn’t ask him to break the rules they’d set down without a good reason.

“Crap,” he muttered.

How was he going to convince his friends that he needed to miss class and not arouse their suspicions? Who was he kidding, it was impossible. Not even in the height of his issues with Cardin did he ever miss a class. And just what was he going to tell the school? He didn’t want to have to lie to them about his reasons but he couldn’t give such a weak excuse as ‘meeting a friend’.

This was going to suck.

{ - - - }

She was late.

Jaune glanced at his scroll again making sure he had read it correctly the first time. He had. Ten minutes had passed since their agreed upon time and Miltia was not there. All he had to show for it was a rather tasty chocolate milk shake that he couldn’t enjoy as much as he should have been able to because at this moment, he was meant to be in Combat Class but instead he was being stood up by a girl who had spammed messaged his phone and started a fight in his friend group.

He wasn’t sure what Nora and Weiss had said to each other the day before but they were not talking to one another for the foreseeable future. He had never seen his teammate so irate before and even Ren had steered clear of the conversation when he had asked Pyrrha for the details. His partner had only assured him that everything would sort itself out in the end, telling him a fat load of nothing.

Even Ruby had not wanted to talk about it.

It made him anxious – made worse by the fact that now it was fifteen minutes past their meeting time and Miltia was still not there.

What the hell was going on?

Should he leave? He glanced around the small café, admiring the beige walls and warm atmosphere. The clang of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen, alongside the sizzling of frying bacon, eggs and other assorted foods. There was also that unmistakable smell of percolating coffee. All together, the scent was mouthwatering and making him ravenous. It was a very cozy sort of place, not the type of establishment he expected that Miltia would visit. It was very mom and pop, not one of those chain stores that continually came out of Atlas.

After he finished his shake, he was going to order food. If she hadn’t shown up by the time he finished, he was going to head back to Beacon. What else could he do? Especially when she wasn’t answering his messages. He’d just have to tell Professor Goodwitch that the family issue he had claimed to be addressing was solved quicker than expected.

He just hoped she didn’t look any deeper into it.

A designer handbag dropped down on the table opposite him, startling Jaune from his thoughts. Miltia looked down at him with a hand on her hip, dressed casually in a pair of tight jeans and a short red top that showed off her shoulders and a sliver of her toned stomach. He had never seen her dressed so normally before, so used to her red dress that it took him a moment to register her appearance.

Miltia’s mouth quirked in a half-smile, “Are you going to say hello or are you gonna just, like, stare at me?”

“Hi,” he said stupidly.

She laughed, slipping down into one of the chairs. “Sorry for being late – traffic was a real bitch. There was a crash or something over on thirty-first,” she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I walked the rest of the way; the driver kept staring at my tits like he’d never seen a pair before.”

Jaune took a peek. For some reason they looked fuller than usual – push-up bra? He couldn’t blame the driver for staring. They were perfectly shaped and perky, standing out against her tight top, inviting eyes to look their fill. On her slender, willowy frame, they seemed large even though from experience, Jaune knew they barely filled the palms of his hands.

“Have you eaten yet?” she asked, reaching for one of the menus each table had. “This place makes like the best omelette ever, seriously. You’ve got to try it.”

Miltia seemed her normal self. Jaune watched her carefully as one of the waitresses came over to take her order. Not a hair was out of place, her beautiful face accentuated by her masterful application of eyeshadow and blush. Now that she was here, he couldn’t help but think again that this café didn’t suit her at all. Yet he could tell she was a regular, the waitress more than familiar with her.

He ended up ordering the omelette.

He wanted to ask her what this meeting was all about but he could barely get a word in, Miltia taking the lead. Honestly, this was also pretty normal. Miltia loved to gossip – about everything and anything. She told him about the goings on at the club, about Junior’s ideas for expansion of the business, about the love lives of the various members of staff. Normal, mundane stuff that Jaune would usually find boring but she found a way to inject a certain enthusiasm into that captured your attention. Well, the stuff about Junior wasn’t mundane considering his business dealings, but he tried to ignore that as much as he could.

When their food arrived, the chatter was replaced by the sound of their utensils clinking against their plates. She was right – the omelette was amazing. It finally gave him the opportunity he was waiting for.

“So, uh,” he began with a fumble, clearing his throat lightly. “This place is nice.”

“Isn’t it? It is totally the best place in town.”

“Yeah, totally,” he laughed awkwardly. “Um, so, I was sort of wondering why the invitation?” when she stared at him with those pretty green eyes, he hastily added, “It’s just that we typically don’t meet in the middle of the week. You know, because of...” he waved his hand, not wanting to say it aloud – not where other people could overhear.

“Oh,” she smiled. “I just wanted to see you.”

Jaune blinked as she continued to eat her food.

What? There was no way that was all it was. Miltia wouldn’t risk so much for such a trivial thing – that was more Melanie’s thing. If her sister was the one that called him out in the middle of the day, that would have made much more sense. It would still have been unlikely considering the stakes at play but surely in line with her more impulsive personality. He couldn’t believe her; didn’t believe her. There had to be more going on.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I didn’t get to see you when you came to the club over the weekend. Mel was being difficult, you know how she can be. So I thought that we could hang out together, just the two of us. You missed me, right?”

It had been over a week since he’d seen her, so he did miss her a little. While they exchanged a couple of texts, they usually spent some of their time before they got down to business catching up. While this whole thing came about as a way to pay for his false papers, he couldn’t deny that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with Miltia – Melanie, as well, even if her sharp tongue and rough edges could cut through dust steel. The sex afterwards was just the cherry on top.

“Yeah. I mean, I missed you too,” he said. “So that is all this is? You just wanted to catch up?”

“Yup.”

“Isn’t this a bit risky, though?”

Here she rolled her eyes, quipping sarcastically, “Gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

Jaune grimaced.

“One tardy won’t do you any harm,” she continued. “So how about we spend the day together, just the two of us? We can go shopping – oh em gee, I saw these gorgeous heels I just have to buy. They’ll totally make Mel jealous. I can’t wait to see her stupid face when I walk into the club with those babies on.”

Jaune frowned. “Are you two still fighting?”

Miltia stilled. “She told you about that?”

She was genuinely surprised, he could tell. Jaune knew why; Melanie wasn’t really the type to open up about private things like that. He could clearly remember the vulnerable timbre of her voice as they spooned after their passionate fuck, asking him to back off though not quite so harshly. Honestly, he had thought this entire meet up was connected to that, somehow. Though why Miltia would come to him with it, he didn’t know. Maybe he was just assuming too much.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment and not much else.

“What else did she say?”

She hadn’t said much at all. Just that Miltia had a big mouth, whatever that meant. Something the usually mild mannered Miltia had said to her sister had really ruffled the assertive girl’s feathers. It was usually the other way around.

“Just that you guys had a fight about something,” Jaune shrugged. “She didn’t tell me any details or anything. Just that you had a big mouth.”

Her lips twitched, suppressing a smile. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

“Typical Mel,” Miltia sighed dramatically. “Saying a whole lot of nothing, even though she likes to run her mouth so much. Though she said a lot more to you than I was expecting,” she gave him a shrewd look. “Maybe she is, like, coming around after all.”

“Er,” he shot her a puzzled look. “Coming around?”

Miltia waved a hand airily. “Don’t you worry your cute little butt over it. Now, how about we go get those heels?”

Jaune couldn’t help but feel like he was missing something really important but for the life of him, he didn’t know what that was. Melanie had been clearly upset by whatever happened between the twin sisters yet Miltia seemed almost amused by the whole thing. One thing he knew without a doubt was that Miltia and Melanie loved each other powerfully. They may have been criminals in the eyes of the law, capable of some morally gray actions, but their care for each other was pure and true. The type of love only siblings shared for one another. It was something he knew all too well, having seven sisters. So he knew Miltia would never take Melanie’s suffering lightly if it was serious. And yet Melanie would never have sounded the way she had if it wasn’t serious.

The conflicting signals were doing his head in.

Miltia drew a lot of attention wherever she went. She was a smoking hot young woman, so it was expected that guys often found their eyes following in her wake. She didn’t exactly preen under the attention but she clearly enjoyed the fact that so many people found her desirable. As they walked down the street together, Jaune found that he was also garnering his own share of looks. Mostly the envious stares of those very same men who couldn’t help but let their eyes linger on Miltia, yet that wasn’t all. To his surprise, he caught a few women giving him some intense looks.

Miltia noticed as well, looping her arm through his. Jaune gave her a look of surprise.

“They think we’re a couple,” she nodded at one particular girl, mid-twenties wearing a delivery uniform. She looked away when she noticed them focus on her. “They see you with me and know you must be quite the catch. It makes them curious.”

“But if they think we are a couple, then--”

“They’d try and steal you in a heartbeat,” she interrupted. “You’ve seen them at the club, haven’t you? Those vultures circling the men at the bar.”

He had. Women that seemed to relish targeting married men, zeroing in on the gold band encircling their ring finger. The fact that they were taken only spurred them on. Jaune found it distasteful – on both sides. Those men were there for a reason, after all. Not all of them, some were just looking for a drink after a long, hard day's work. But the others – they were on the lookout for some young skirt to whisk them away from their mundane lives, if only for a night.

“When they think you’re taken, it makes them think there must be something special about that guy. Why else would I be with you?” she gave him an impish smile. “Especially someone like me.”

Now she was sounding a bit more like her sister.

They made small talk as they made their way down the main street and finally found the store Miltia was looking for. The heels were red, of course, with slender straps that wrapped around the ankle and buckled in silver. It wasn’t his first time watching a girl model shoes for him, it was one of Saphron’s favorite past times when they were younger, raiding their mother’s stash, so he had quite the experience. Even though Miltia was wearing jeans, he knew that these shoes would beautifully highlight the toned, sleek muscles of her calves and showcase her dainty, cute feet.

“So?” she asked, striking some poses. Her butt was particularly perky as she turned away from him, straightening her legs so she balanced on her toes. “What do you think?”

“They look amazing,” he said, though he really meant, ‘You look amazing.’

“Great,” she clapped her hands together and ushered over one of the clerks. “I’ll take these.”

Jaune pulled a face when they rang up the price, Miltia giggling at his expression. They were grossly expensive.

“They’re, like, so worth it,” she said at his unspoken comment. Girls and shoes – a true partnership of happiness.

When they stepped out onto the sidewalk, she took his hand and pulled him along, her bag hanging from her other arm.

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

“Wanna catch a movie?”

Were they on a date? Jaune didn’t want to get ahead of himself but this was definitely starting to feel like a date! A meal, some shopping, and a movie? She hadn’t even made him pay for the heels, something he had briefly feared considering this was meant to be part of his payment. When they had first hashed out the deal, there had been mention of him becoming their servant. Melanie’s words, though Miltia hadn’t disagreed. He would do things for them, whatever they wanted, as long as it didn’t put him in actual danger – or broke the law. He had been firm about that one, even though procuring the fake documents in the first place was doing just that. It was just that they always used him for sex and not anything else.

So was this that something else? Though it seemed unlikely, Miltia didn’t need to force him to take her out on a date. He would do it gladly if she just asked.

He couldn’t believe it!

When they arrived at the cinema, they spent some time looking at all the posters of the currently airing films. He wasn’t sure what type of movies Miltia enjoyed but he assumed she was probably a lot like his sisters. They were all into romance and chick flicks, dramas that tugged on the heart strings. While he didn’t particularly mind those types of movies, he had seen enough of them in his childhood that he typically just glazed out until they were over.

He assumed wrong.

Apparently Miltia was a bit of a horror-action movie buff.

“This one,” she said, pointing at the rotting visage plastered across the massive cardboard display for the new Dead or Deader: Kingdom Destruction. Next to the zombie was a jacked Spruce Willis in a torn and bloody tank top, sporting a 12 gauge shotgun, cocked and ready to rock.

Jaune was starting to think that he was actually out with Melanie. This seemed way more up her alley.

“Okay,” he replied, happy with her choice.

Arms loaded with popcorn, candy and drinks, they were greeted to two hours of nonstop, in your face violence that only ended when Spruce Willis’ character succumbed to his wounds, turning into the very thing he spent the entire movie eradicating with extreme prejudice. Ultimately, he was stopped by the companion he had picked up along the way, a young teenage girl who went on to carry out his wish of a zombie free world.

Incredibly corny, chock full of cringe one liners, needless sexuality and exorbitant CGI.

Miltia loved it.

“That was totally awesome,” she said happily as they exited the theater. “It was so much better than the last one. They really went all out this time. Do you think they’ll make another?”

“Er,” Jaune rubbed his neck. He couldn’t deny it; he had enjoyed the film as well. “I mean, he sort of died at the end and he was the main star of the franchise.”

Miltia sighed with disappointment. “Yeeeeah. You’re probably right. At least they finished strongly. I can’t wait to rub it in those stupid armchair critics' faces online. They talk so much shit, they have zero taste.”

They wandered around Vale with no particular destination in mind after that, visiting a bunch of different stores. Miltia tried on some more clothes, modeling them for him with a coy look. As much as he loved her in jeans because they showed off the incredible lines of her legs and her shapely ass, she looked more at home in dresses. A few hundred lien lighter, they then went to an ice cream parlor. Miltia opted for strawberry ripple swirl while he got choc-caramel fudge brownie.

“Best ice cream in town,” Miltia declared. Jaune watched the way her small tongue lapped at the frozen treat, her lips glossy. He agreed.

All the while, she made sure to take selfies, documenting their entire day. Every time she moved in to take a picture, he was surrounded by her intoxicating scent. There was a hint of vanilla with something stronger, a citrus tone that reminded him of blood oranges. The smug little smile she gave him after each snapshot told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Finally, they ended up in War Memorial Park. Built after the Great War, it was several acres of grassland surrounded by trees and crisscrossed with well maintained stone pathways and gardens. In the center was a massive monolith of pure white, vibrant beneath the afternoon sun. The names of lost soldiers of Vale were inscribed upon the base. A smaller, more unassuming statue stood off to the side, the warrior king of old keeping watch over his fallen countrymen, his hands placed solemnly upon the pommel of his sword, the blade buried in the earth.

It was a popular destination for families and couples, wishing to picnic. School was now out, laughter filling the air as children ran in groups. Blankets were sprawled out upon the grass, people enjoying life as only those within the kingdoms proper could, shielded by the true horrors outside their walls.

If only all of Remnant could be so carefree.

“This place is nice,” he commented. They found an unoccupied bench and sat. Jaune set her bags down by his side, having offered to carry her goods.

“It looks just as good at night,” Miltia replied. “Everything is lit up. It’s very romantic.”

Jaune looked her way.

“So are you going to tell me what today was really all about?” he asked.

She didn’t seem surprised by his question. “It was a date. You know what those are, right?”

“Yeah, but... why?”

That was the big question, wasn’t it? Their relationship wasn’t exactly a normal one. Normal people tended to have dates first before having sex. Sure, there were one night stands to consider but their situation couldn’t be classified that way. It wasn’t prostitution, either. Though sometimes he did feel a little bit like a gigolo. Not only that, he was also sleeping with her sister.

Miltia rolled her eyes. “Because I like you – duh!”

Jaune blinked. “What?”

“You can be, like, really slow sometimes,” she said ruefully. “I like you. Don’t make it complicated.”

He stared at her.

“You have the stupidest look on your face right now.”

“Can you blame me? I’m a little confused here!”

“What is there to be confused about? You like me, right?”

Jaune opened his mouth but no sound came out. Did he like her? Yeah, he did. He liked Miltia – a lot. Melanie, too. That was the problem, wasn’t it? This wasn’t meant to be about feelings. This was only meant to be a transaction between the three of them, on behalf of Junior. Jaune knew he became easily attached. The stuff with Weiss was a prime example of that. He’d been a goner just meeting her. Having sex with two beautiful girls? That was on a whole new level. He’d fallen for them almost instantly even though he knew he shouldn’t. They were his firsts. But there was no room in their arrangement for any of that nonsense – or so he thought.

“Yeah, I like you,” he confirmed.

“And you like Melanie too, right?”

He hesitated.

Miltia rolled her eyes again. “Urgh, the pair of you are idiots. I don’t know why I put up with it.”

“Wait,” he said slowly. “You don’t care that I also like Melanie?”

“Of course not,” she said simply. “If I did, did you really think I’d sit by and watch you make goo goo eyes at her? She doesn’t even see it, either. It was so obvious. My sister is blind. Caught up in her own bullshit, justifying everything.”

He really couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“She likes you too,” Miltia casually dropped that bomb. “That’s why we had a fight. I was trying to convince her to stop being such a stubborn bitch. She’s been acting all weird about you for awhile now, it was, like, really irritating. The only way to get through to Mel is with aggression. Idiot doesn’t understand any other way.”

“...maybe you’re wrong about her?”

Miltia scoffed lightly. “I know how my twin thinks, Jaune. That’s why she got so angry about it. When she sees all those selfies I posted, she is going to lose her mind.”

“You took all those pictures to make her jealous?”

“The only way to get through to her is with aggression,” she repeated. “If we don’t slap her in the face with it, she’ll never get it. The sex is whatever, she can explain that away because of the deal. This?” she waved between them and then their surroundings, before gesturing with her scroll. “This will piss her off. Just you wait.”

He really wasn’t looking forward to that. Melanie had been ticked off enough the last time they met. If what Miltia was saying was true then they were in for it after this.

“And before you start thinking about this too much,” she continued quickly. “This date wasn’t just for that. I really wanted to go on one with you, so don’t go thinking it was just to get my sister to wake up. That was just a nice side bonus.”

“I wanted to go on a date with you too.”

The bashful look on Miltia’s face was all worth it. She may have been the more laid back and generally quiet of the two sisters, but she had been oddly assertive the entire day. Jaune liked it. But he also liked the way she normally was. Not meek or submissive, but relaxed, calm. A little more girly than her abrasive twin.

“So,” he said. “Melanie accepts things – what then?”

Miltia shrugged. “Then you get to date two hot babes.”

“You’d share me?”

She gave him a look that suggested he was an idiot. “We already share you.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong. But wasn’t there a difference between what they had now and what they were now balancing on the edge of? Feelings made things messy and complicated.

“My life just keeps getting weirder,” he concluded.

Reaching across the bench, she grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers with his. He squeezed back gently, sharing a smile with her. It was strange but this moment, in the here and now, felt more intimate and charged than all the times he had taken her to bed. He was also hyper aware of how soft the skin of her palm was, and how slender and long her fingers were. These hands could tear people apart in seconds, he knew. He had seen her wield those wicked claws of hers with great precision.

They also felt pleasurable upon his chest, his ass – his cock. They were capable of extreme violence but also could be as gentle as the caress of the wind. He felt his body react, his cock twitching in his pants.

Somehow she seemed to know.

“Want to go somewhere?” she asked slyly.

“Yeah,” he said, letting her pull him up. “Yeah, I do.”

He had a sneaking suspicion that she had planned for something like this to happen. Only a couple minutes walk from the war memorial were a series of hotels that catered to a certain type of client. It wasn’t just used by those looking to have sex, the rooms could be rented for a variety of reasons, but there was a reason why they had gained the unofficial title of ‘love hotel’ by those that frequented them.

This particular establishment was very well maintained, the interior of the lobby polished wood and soft, warm tones of cream, beige and brown. If he didn’t know better, Jaune would have thought he had stepped into one of the higher class hotels by Vale’s waterfront. One big difference, however, was that there was no clerk. Everything was done on a touch screen; room selection, time required, and payment. When she selected ‘all night stay’ he couldn’t find it in him to protest. He didn’t want to.

The halls were empty, corridors of plush carpet and paneled walls. It almost felt like they were the only two people in the whole world, but occasionally they’d hear the odd enthusiastic sound from behind a door. Once upon a time, a place like this would have stripped him of his nerve but it wasn’t much different than the VIP rooms at The Club.

When they entered their room, Miltia turned to face him. “I’m going to shower first. I won’t be long.”

Jaune carefully set her bags aside as she went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room was rather large with a nice view of the surrounding area. The sky was filled with beautiful pinks, oranges and purples, dark blues and the silhouette of clouds. The street lights were only just beginning to flicker on, creating a very specific atmosphere that could only be described as twilight. The bed was big, big enough to cater to four people and still be comfortable, a flat screen television on the opposite wall. On the bedside table, there was a phone and a small wooden box with a pretty pattern engraved upon the top. Lifting the lid, Jaune spied three packaged condoms neatly lined up on a tiny velvet cushion.

Jaune closed the box.

Removing his shoes and socks, he placed them by the door before sitting on the bed. He bounced a few times, testing the springs. The mattress was soft and comfortable, though not enough to sink into; a firmness required for the activities to come. Jaune heard the spray of the shower start, drawing his attention to the bathroom door. He could see it in his mind, her lithe, toned body awash with suds, her modest breasts glimmering wetly as she lathered her beautiful skin. Like Melanie, Miltia’s skin flushed easily, the warmth of the water would make her glow a healthy rose.

His cock hardened rapidly.

Reaching for the remote control, he turned on the TV. Several options appeared on the menu, the usual apps he had become accustomed to, though there was one in particular that he knew was for specialized viewing. Hesitating for a second, he clicked on it.

“Oh, daddy,” a feminine voice squealed from the speakers, the visage of a young woman getting railed appearing on the screen. She was attractive, though Jaune couldn’t help but compare her to the woman currently in the shower and found her wanting. “Mm, yeah, daddy, fuck me harder.”

The stunt cock pounded away at her without a word, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. The actress’s large breasts bounced with every thrust, her face twisting as her voice grew higher and higher.

Jaune switched it off.

He flopped back and contemplated the ceiling, almost jumping out of his skin when his scroll started to vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, he checked the caller. The immaculate face of Pyrrha Nikos’ profile picture met his eyes. Jaune stared at it, knowing this conversation was going to be awkward. He hated being secretive with his friends, his partner most of all. She deserved the truth, had proven her trustworthiness in the time they’d known each other, but... how did he go about telling someone you respected above all else that he hadn’t gone down into Vale to deal with family business, but to meet with a girl he often had sex with as payment for those very same transcripts she had helped keep secret?

Jaune groaned, letting it ring a few more times before reluctantly answering.

“Hey,” he greeted, making sure it was audio only. He really didn’t need Pyrrha seeing where he was. “What’s up?”

“Jaune,” Pyrrha greeted warmly. “Are you well?”

“I am,” he answered, smiling. “Is everything okay at Beacon?”

“Oh, you know – as well as can be expected.”

“Everything is perfectly fine,” Nora’s loud voice sounded. “Just dandy. We all know that some people have giant sticks up their asses--”

“Nora,” Ren reprimanded, sounding unusually stern.

Jaune frowned. “Things haven’t gotten worse, have they?”

“No, no,” Pyrrha assured him. “Nora is just venting. Professor Goodwitch matched Nora and Weiss in combat class. As you can imagine, things got rather heated.”

Jaune stared at his scroll in horror. “She what?”

Something in his tone of voice must have carried over the call because Pyrrha started giggling. “Nora lost, so she is being a very sore loser about it.”

“I am not being a sore loser,” Nora scolded Pyrrha. “Her aura was lower than mine!”

The fact that Pyrrha could laugh about it abated much of his worries. Nora hadn’t been the only one upset with Weiss, after all. His partner had also stated rather clearly that she didn’t approve of the heiresses comments.

“She froze you to the floor,” Pyrrha reminded her. “You couldn’t get up.”

“I bounced her face off the floor!” Nora retaliated. “That is much better!”

“As you can hear, things are as lively as ever,” he shared a laugh with her, which quickly faded when she asked the expected, “So how did things go on your end?”

He did his best to keep his voice level. “It went well. Yep. Everything got sorted.”

“Wonderful. When are you due back? I’ll come meet you at the landing pads.”

Jaune closed his eyes. “Uh, actually, I think I’ll be staying the night down here.”

He had to fight the urge to cringe in the following silence.

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch the early flight back up,” he hastily assured her. “I’ll be back in time for classes. What do we have first up? History?”

“Did something happen?”

The concern in her voice felt like lashes against his skin.

“No, really, Pyrrha – everything is fine. I promise you,” he thought wildly for an excuse. “I just thought I’d spend some more time with my sister. I haven’t seen her in awhile, so why not, right?”

Each second she didn’t speak felt an age. “Oh, I guess that makes sense.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Jaune froze.

He had been focused so intently on the call that he had failed to notice the sound of the shower had stopped, or that the bathroom door was now wide open. Miltia stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a fluffy blue bathrobe. Though perhaps wearing was a bit of an overstatement. It hung off her shoulders loosely, open in the front and allowing his eyes to feast. And feast he did, eyes lingering on the swells of her perky tits, tracing the subtle lines of her abs and her cute bellybutton, the prominent hump of her smooth mons. Her skin was flushed and damp, a few dewy drops of water trailing down her tummy and legs in webs. When he focused on her tiny slit and her sexy, alluring thigh gap, his cock pulsed strongly.

“Jaune?” Pyrrha questioned. “Who was that?”

“Um,” he swallowed. “My sister. Look, we are about to have dinner. I’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

Her reply was lost as Miltia pulled the scroll from his fingers. Green eyes studied Pyrrha’s picture for a moment before snapping it shut, cutting the call short. Then she tossed it aside without a care, one of her carefully maintained eyebrows arching in question.

“Partner,” he uttered, staring at her erect nipples. They were so hard, the flesh of her areola crinkled and stiff. He reached out and palmed one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. She was both firm and soft, her lovely flesh molding to his fingers. Miltia hummed in appreciation before shoving him back, Jaune releasing a startled breath.

Her hands quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down at once. His cock sprung up eagerly, the tip weeping with pre-cum. Jaune saw her pupils dilate at the sight, his balls tightening in arousal. Softly she grasped his shaft, running her smooth palms against his burning skin. More pre-cum spilled from the tip as she traced the many veins and ridges of his cock, feather light with her touches. Somehow, he felt more turned on than any other time in his life – even the first time he had slept with her didn’t compare to this.

What had changed?

Her confession?  

“You’re harder than normal,” she commented. She tightened her hold on him, giving him a few firm tugs. His glans swelled an angry purple, his shaft fit to bursting. She was right – his cock had never felt so full and tight before. There was a soft ache in his balls, begging for relief. “You’re so big and hard; is this all for me?”

Excitement surged through him as she knelt at the end of the bed, between his parted thighs. Like Melanie, Miltia had never done this for him before. Letting his cock go, it slapped against his stomach with a thwap. His legs twitched as she ran her nails down his thighs before massaging the muscles as she shimmied forward. Her warm breath ghosted against his balls moments before her tongue tickled his scrotum. Parting her lips around one of his testicles, she sucked it into her mouth with a hum.

Jaune groaned as his left nut was enveloped in wet heat, her tongue rolling it around within her mouth. She pressed it against the roof of her mouth firmly; not enough to cause pain, but enough to create an exquisite pressure. His breath became deep as she licked and sucked with enthusiasm until it was throbbing with need. She then pulled off it with a hearty slurp. It jolted against his body, tender and sensitive. Then without a word, she swooped in on the right one, working it between her lips. His cock twitched and flexed, leaking all over his abs.

“That feels so good,” he praised, Miltia humming in response. The vibrations passed though his balls, heightening the pleasure even further. This continued for some time, Miltia alternating between each of his balls until they were tight and hot, framing the base of his cock like twin eggs. Giving the space between them a gentle kiss, she licked her way up his rock hard shaft. Finally bringing her hands off his thighs, she pressed her thumbs against the underside ridge, running them backwards and forwards firmly.

Right where a knot of pressure had formed.

“Oh,” he exhaled heavily, almost paralyzed by the feeling.

She giggled, nuzzling his cock with her cheek. Lifting it up off his belly, a thick sting of sticky pre-cum stretched between his stomach and cock head. “Ooh, did you like it when I sucked on your balls?” she pressed her thumbs in even firmer, almost like she was milking the root. His dick pulsed. “You aren’t going to last at this rate.”

That sounded like a challenge.

As badly as he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted inside her pussy much more. Surging up, he thread one arm around her waist and spun, Miltia letting out a shriek of surprise as they tumbled. She stared up at him in shock, robe parted widely as he was bracketed by her smooth legs. Tugging his shirt off, he leaned down and stole her lips, kissing her passionately. His member bobbed between them as he tasted her, tapping against her belly as she parted her lips. Their tongues glided together wetly as he devoured her, their lips smacking audibly. Whenever he nipped at her plump lower lip, her entire body would shiver.

“J-Jaune,” she moaned, wiggling side to side. Her hands roamed across his torso, memorizing all the dips and rises, kneading his powerful muscles with hunger. Reaching down, she gripped his ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. Jaune hissed in pleasure as her nails dug into his flesh, propelling his pelvis forward so he was grinding messily across her toned stomach. It felt good, his cock trapped between her hot body and his weight, but he wanted more.

Trailing kisses down her chin and across her neck then down over her collarbone and shapely breasts, he positioned his cock at her weeping entrance. She was soaked, her pussy puffy with arousal and dripping on the bathrobe trapped beneath her peach-shaped ass. Taking hold of his hardness, he swiped the bulbous head across the full length of her entrance. Every time it bumped her stiff clit, her hips would jerk up, soft cries spilling from her throat that only made his impossibly hard erection even harder. It was simply amazing how soft her vulva and labia were, smooth and sticky with her essence.

Just when he could see the frustration starting to build in her eyes, he shifted forward. His fat cock head popped inside with a little struggle, her tiny hole tight and puckered. Blue eyes met green as he slowly buried himself within her, her beautiful face twisting at the sensation. Jaune groaned low in his throat, feeling her hot, wet flesh part around him. She had always felt incredible, both sisters had, but just like how his cock felt harder than usual, her tunnel was tighter, hotter. When the small curvature of his cock forced him across her g-spot, she cried out, louder.

He paused, resting against that spot. He wasn’t even halfway in, yet he started to pull out.

“Wha—ugh!” Miltia grunted, confused for a moment before he thrust back in. He targeted her sweet spot, rocking his hips with controlled, firm movements. She arched her back, angling him even harder against her erogenous zone. “Oh, baby, oh~! J-Jaune, that feels so good~!”

It felt good for him too, the rough texture stimulating the tip until he was gritting his teeth. All that work on his balls had really done a number on him but he refused to quit, rhythmically grinding into her until she was a shivering, squealing mess.

Her breaths came in short, gasping puffs, her eyes tearing up from the intensity of the pleasure. Her nipples felt heavy and sore, so hard she worried the skin would crack, while her clit throbbed madly in response to his movements. Scrambling for his neck, she craned up and kissed him hungrily.

And then without warning, he speared her until he was balls deep.

“F-Fuck,” she sobbed into his mouth, trembling all over. He felt like a red hot spike within her, stretching her all the way down to her cervix. She tried to speak, say something but it felt like there was something lodged in her throat, preventing her from doing anything more than swear and moan. When he pressed even deeper, grinding on her womb, she gasped.

“Shit, you feel so good,” Jaune balanced on his knees, grabbing her slender legs and pulling them apart. Miltia’s pussy was stretched wide around his girth, her clit proudly standing on end. Keeping her legs spread, he rocked into her, loving how tiny and small she looked, how massive his cock looked as he retreated from her depths only to plow back in. Her clutching flesh pulled along his wet shaft, pretty and pink.

“Hnng,” she tried, panting as he burrowed in again and again. He began to pick up speed, establishing a smooth, long rhythm that had her squealing as he fucked her with the full length of his considerable dick. “Uuugh, babe, uuugg~!”

Her vagina rippled around him wildly, clutching and squeezing every time he bottomed out. Wet fleshly slaps filled the room as he pounded into her, her legs fighting against his grip. They wanted to slam closed but his hold beneath her knees kept her open for him.

Miltia couldn’t think, couldn’t believe how much better it felt than normal. Sex with Jaune had always felt amazing, even when he had been inexperienced, but there was something more to it now. There was a connection, a true one. Not through money or deals, but through genuine feelings. She had known for a while now that she liked him, and had been pretty confident that he returned the sentiment but there was always that sliver of doubt.

Doubt that was gone forever.

Every time he bumped the entrance to her womb, her whole body clenched. There was a small amount of pain at the action, deep in her gut, pain that felt wonderful and good. She really loved how big his cock was, how it stretched her and hollowed her out. She had been with other guys before and some of them had also been well endowed, but none of them had ever felt as good. None of them made her feel like her body was coming apart at the seams, none of them made her heart race until it threatened to burst.

“Oh god,” she moaned, eyelids fluttering. “Oh god, oh god, yeah, yeah~! Oh fuck me harder~! You’re so deep.”

Releasing her legs, he grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her against him every time he clapped into her. Green eyes rolled as he slammed against her womb harder and harder, her muscles tightening across her body as she howled. Jaune panted harshly as he continued the grueling pace, his cum churning in his balls, wishing for release. He chanted in his mind, not yet, not yet, fucking her faster and harder. Her modest breasts shook and heaved with each impact.

Manicured nails bunched in the blanket, pulling at the material harshly. It was too much, his fat cock striking too deep, his crown catching on her folds. Each deep penetration stole her breath until Miltia thought she was going to pass out, every time he pulled out across her g-shot turning her brain to mush. Thick syrupy foam formed around the base of his rod, each shlick, shlick, shlick lewdly announcing how turned on she was.

Jaune noticed her struggle and with some effort, slowed the pace. Miltia gasped for air greedily, whimpering when he pulled out entirely. His massive curved cock throbbed in the cool air of the bedroom, drenched in her milky discharge, looking like it was seconds from bursting. Jaune grabbed it by the base and gave it a shake, tapping it against her mons with a loud slap.

“Get on your side,” he ordered, helping her to roll over onto her right. Peeling the soiled bathrobe from her body, he tossed it aside before looming over her, balancing on his arms. Miltia cooed as she watched his muscles flex, supporting his weight effortlessly as his blunt tip bunted against her tender lips. Her gaping pussy accepted him greedily, even with her legs now closed together, the different angle making her eyes close in bliss.

The new position allowed him to nip and suck at her neck, at her shoulder, so that is what he did, starting off slow this time. Miltia felt feverish, unable to stop shaking as he probed even deeper than ever before. Her insides squirmed and tightened, flexing along his member as he grinded into her deeply. Her pussy squelched with each thrust, leaking all over her thighs and down onto the bed.

Jaune grit his teeth as he felt that familiar sensation in his abdomen, tightening with each pleasurable movement. His balls thrummed, begging him, overworked from her earlier attention. It wouldn’t be long now. He could see the telltale signs of Miltia’s approaching climax, her voice becoming deeper, her legs twitching and attempting to straighten out.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered in her ear before giving the lobe a suck. Miltia moaned in reply. “Come on, that’s it. You feel so good, babe. You’re going to make me cum soon. Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” she gasped brokenly. “Inside, please, inside, inside, inside~!”

Miltia bit into the blanket under her cheek, shuddering as her body was flushed with hypersensitivity. The pressure in her tummy was fit to burst, deep cries flowing from her mouth as he maintained his controlled pace, hitting her just right. Each repeated jab had stars shooting across her vision until with a soul wrenching sob, her cunt contracted in warning.

“Right there~! Ke—ep going, right – ahhn, right there~!”

Two particularly deep shots did her in, tapping her in quick succession.

“I’m cumming,” she grunted, seizing up. “Hnnnnngmcuumming~!”

Jaune moaned in bliss as her tunnel throbbed and pulsed against his aching cock, extraordinarily tight, flooding his crotch with a light spray of girl cum. Now with the end in sight, he finally let go, letting out a choked laugh as his cock swelled and balls clenched in anticipation. Blue eyes closed in rapture as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock jerking mightily.

“Oh~!” Miltia squealed in the midst of her climax, feeling the first shot of his molten load thud into her forcefully. “Oooh, it’s so hot,” one of her hands fell onto her belly, cupping it. Her tunnel milked him aggressively. “Oh baby, you’re filling me up.”

Hot, thick cum gushed into her in several heavy shots, draining his relieved balls. His hips jerked against her plush butt with every pulse, attempting to deposit his semen as deep as possible, that age old desire to impregnate. When it was over, he pulled out slowly, hissing at how sensitive his glans were. The fat head popped out audibly, Miltia gasping at the sensation. Instantly, his cum spilled from her packed quim, running down over her thigh and ass in a thick, sticky river. The sight alone made Jaune’s cock twitch, attempting to reignite his spent lust.

Instead of entertaining his dick, he plopped down behind her and embraced her sweaty, soft body.

“That felt amazing,” he said after a moment of silence. He inhaled deeply, the smell of the body wash and shampoo she had used mixing with her sweat, and the thick musk of sex.

Miltia giggled weakly. “You always fuck me so good.”

He ran his hands up and down her belly, gently palming her breasts. Miltia hummed contently as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, squirming within his embrace. She wasn’t ready for another round, not yet – neither was he, but he couldn’t stop touching her.

They lay together for several minutes, basking in the afterglow. Rolling over to face him, she pecked him on the lips, a chaste kiss yet it felt incredibly intimate. Her skin was flushed, you could even call it glowing. The smile she graced him with was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

“So,” he tried, feeling a tad tongue tied. “Where do we go from here?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Their entire time together had been built upon the debt he owed them. With feelings now involved, how did that change the nature of their relationship?

She simply rolled her eyes playfully. “We are together, aren’t we?”

“I guess we are,” he replied with a stupid grin.

“I think you’ve more than paid for those silly papers,” she cupped his cheek and gave him another peck. “Now we just need to get my stubborn, idiot sister on board. Think you can handle the both of us together?”

Jaune stared at her.

Did she mean what he thought she meant?