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The sun was barely over the horizon when he entered the kitchen, wide awake despite the early hour. Jaune had barely slept a wink all night yet he was filled to the brim with nervous energy, begging for an outlet to be released upon. It was his first day at Beacon Academy and he was bursting at the seams with excitement, about to live out his dream that he once thought impossible. As it was his first day, he wanted to start off with the right foot forward. As a supporter, he had duties that he needed to perform and he would perform them flawlessly, this he swore.

Ordinarily, he would take the opportunity to clean but the house was spotless having only been lived in for one whole day. Before Team RWBY had moved in, the school had taken impeccable care of the residence, leaving not even a speck of dust for him to wipe away.

If he couldn’t clean, then he would move on to the next order of business.

The kitchen was well stocked with supplies, the pantry and fridge filled with food and ingredients for their use. He didn’t know his new teammates that well yet, so he wasn’t aware of any favorite foods or dislikes they may harbor. That was something he would need to rectify immediately but as they were still asleep, he would need to take a gamble.

Everyone liked omelets, right?

Cracking a bunch of eggs into a large bowl, he whisked in a measured amount of milk and cream. Grating some cheese, he set it aside while he heated the skillet. Melting a knob of butter in the pan, he spread it around before pouring in a helping of the egg mixture. Adding a dash of salt and some cracked pepper, he fried on a low heat until the bottom solidified. Sprinkling in a helping of the grated cheese, he skillfully flipped the omelet over with a spatula. When it was done, he moved it onto a plate and admired the bright yellow color and fluffy texture, nodding in approval.

“Perfect,” he said.

He repeated this four more times, piling the omelets on a single plate before placing them in the preheated oven to keep warm. Jaune then started preparing a simple salad of lettuce, tomato and a vinaigrette dressing, finishing it with a slice of avocado.

He was just putting the final touches on each plate when Blake stepped into the kitchen, nose in the air as she inhaled deeply.

“Food,” she said blearily.

Jaune looked up to greet her and froze, smile locked in place as he witnessed the creamy thighs of his new teammate. She was dressed in a short black yukata, a Mistralian garment that left her bare legs on full display as she stumbled over to the table. As expected of a huntress-in-training, her limbs were toned and shapely, and Jaune couldn’t help but drink in the sight as she sat down, the hem of her nightwear riding up. A little more and Jaune was certain he’d glimpse her panties, if she was wearing any. Indeed, the act of not seeing only enhanced the appeal. Perhaps she didn’t wear underwear to bed, only her yukata. That meant that only a single, open slip of fabric shielded her most intimate place from his eyes.

Jaune shook his head.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, retrieving the food from the oven. He slipped one of the omelets onto a plate containing salad and collected a knife and fork. Amber eyes lit up as he approached, a pleased smile adorning her face.

“Morning,” he greeted.

“Morning,” she replied, voice husky with disuse. She cleared her throat. “I could get used to this.”

Jaune smiled. “Well – this is what I’m here for.”

“Mhm,” she bit her lip, worrying it between perfect teeth before releasing it. Jaune watched it pout in irritation, plump and inviting. “Yes it is – and so much more.”

He hurried back into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

Setting the machine, he wondered if he’d have to go fetch the other girls but need not have worried. As the first hint of coffee wafted through the kitchen, Yang and Ruby joined them. While Ruby skipped into the room in her usual chipper mood, her hair slightly damp from a shower, her older sister looked like death warmed over.

“Morning~!” Ruby chirped. Unlike Blake, she was wearing a pair of cotton pants with strawberry print and a simple black tank top, though it was a little short and showed off her belly. “Oooh~! That looks good,” she said, pointing at Blake’s breakfast. “Did you make us all some?”

“Of course,” Jaune said, bringing the food over to the table. “Good morning, Yang.”

“Mm,” she grunted, hair disheveled. It didn’t make her look any less gorgeous. Her sleepwear was similar to Ruby’s though she wore shorts instead of pants, giving Jaune a generous look at her legs and the shape of her nice butt.

“Coffee?”

“Mm,”

Ruby giggled. “Don’t mind her. Yang isn’t a morning person.”

“Only weirdo’s are morning people,” Blake said around a mouthful of egg. Ruby stuck her tongue out cutely.

“I’m a morning person!” she said.

“Exactly,” Blake deadpanned.

The last to arrive was Weiss, though Jaune doubted it was because she woke later than the others. She was showered like Ruby and already dressed in her uniform, the picture perfect student. Her smile was stunning as she looked his way, her eyes warm despite their icy hue.

“Good morning, Jaune,” she greeted, taking a place at the table. “Did you sleep well?”

“Not at all,” he said honestly, setting a plate down in front of her. “I was so nervous that I doubt I slept more than a few hours.”

“I was like that on my first day,” Ruby revealed as she started eating her food. “I was so scared – I skipped two whole years and all of a sudden, I was here at Beacon. It didn’t help that Weiss was a big meanie-pants when we first met.”

“I was not,” Weiss said, affronted at the accusation. “In case you forgot, you knocked over my case of highly sensitive dust.”

“It was an accident,” Ruby rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to say it? Anyway – who carries dust around in their luggage, in jars? You’re just asking for trouble.”

Weiss spluttered as Jaune grinned, fetching Yang a cup of coffee.

“Ruby, Weiss – do you want coffee?”

“Yep~!”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

With everyone served, Jaune took his own place at the table and began eating. The next few minutes were completely silent save for the sound of cutlery clinking against their plates and the odd loud sip as Ruby devoured her beverage. Blake seemed to perk up the more she ate, though Yang didn’t look much better even after downing her cup of coffee.

“That was so yummy,” Ruby beamed at him. “You’re a really good cook!”

Jaune rubbed his neck, shy at the sudden praise. “Thanks – though it was only omelets.”

“I must concur with my partner,” Weiss graced him with an encouraging smile. “I have dined in some of the finest establishments that Remnant has to offer and that was simply lovely. Thank you for the meal.”

Blake nodded in agreement.

Jaune was very weak to compliments. It always made him feel giddy and much more pleased than he ought to be, but he couldn’t help it. Being told you did something well was always a nice feeling. When it came from a group of stunningly attractive young women? It felt even better.

Jaune began collecting their dishes and carrying them to the sink. Rinsing them down, he placed them in the dish washer but didn’t start it. There was plenty more room so he wouldn’t run a load until later that night, after dinner. Wiping down the counter and table, he almost jumped out of his skin when he turned only to find Ruby standing right behind him.

“Hi~!” she beamed at him. “Are you done?”

“I am,” he said after a moment.

“Great~! Come on – I need your help with something.”

Blake and Weiss watched them with narrow eyes but didn’t say anything, the faunus girl even standing and retreating to her room to get changed. Yang was still slumped over her remaining coffee, in danger of falling back to sleep.

“Don’t worry,” Weiss noticed his concerned look. “She is like this all the time. I’ll ensure she gets ready for class. You can attend to Ruby – it is her day, after all.”

The white haired girl didn’t sound pleased about that, not when she had to wait the longest out of all of them.

The schedule. Right. How could he forget? His time was being divided amongst the girls evenly, days dedicated to each member of his new team. Ruby was certainly not wasting any time.

Slender fingers threaded through his own as the younger girl pulled him along, smiling at him over her shoulder. Jaune smiled back, letting her lead him upstairs and to her room. It was about what he expected – and not at all. While it did contain all the usual things that a young girl would typically cherish like a collection of stuffed animals and cute, colorful posters of favored movie stars, music groups or comic book characters, an entire corner was littered with bolts and screws and a litany of tools ranging from screwdrivers to wrenches, hammers and sharpening tools.

At his curious look, Ruby said, “I was working on Crescent Rose last night. Want to see?”

“Crescent Rose?”

Ruby skipped over to the corner and retrieved what looked like a metal box, bright red in color. Fingers dancing over the contraption, she pressed on a hidden button. Jaune flinched as it unfurled with a snap, Ruby twirling it around as it lengthened beyond her own diminutive height. A wicked curved blade sprung free at the end of the long shaft, freshly polished and gleaming as the mecha-shift weapon deployed fully. She gently set the end of the shaft against the floor, careful not to damage the carpet.

“This,” she said with pride, “is Crescent Rose! Say hi!”

Jaune blinked. “Uhm – hi?”

He had seen mecha-shift weaponry before because of his sisters though nothing quite so flashy as this. Eyes roaming up and down the impressive weapon, he spotted a trigger and a scope. It wasn’t just a scythe but also some type of firearm. It wasn’t just for close combat.

“Isn’t she just the coolest?” she asked with stars in her eyes. “I made her my self, you know~! She’s my baby. The best weapon in the entire world!”

Jaune laughed as she began nuzzling her cheek against it, cooing as if it were some cute little child or animal. Ruby was clearly some type of weapon nut.

“It looks very cool,” he confirmed. “Much cooler than my weapon. I just have a sword and shield. Pretty basic. It belonged to my great grandmother. Bit of a relic, really – but it’s sharp and the shield turns into a sheath for storage.”

“Show me later, okay?” she made him promise. “I totally want to see it. There is nothing wrong with the classics.”

“Sure.”

Ruby collapsed her scythe and placed it on her desk before turning to face him. “Um – so, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, no problem. That’s what I’m here for, right?”

Ruby nodded, cheeks growing rosy. “Right! So – uh, well – here, let me show you.”

She led him closer to the bed and that’s when he saw that she had already laid out her school uniform for the day. But that wasn’t all. Next to her skirt and blouse, she had placed a row of matching undergarments, all arranged neatly. The first pair was black cotton with red elastic trim, the bra matching. The second were blue and white striped, a classic among cultured individuals. The third was the most simple; pure white, like a young maidens heart, though the bra was padded a little more than the others. The last pair was a soft, floral pink with a little bit of lacy trim, the cut of the panties designed to lift and enhance her buttocks.

Ruby was showing him her underwear for some reason.

“Which ones should I wear today?” she asked seriously. The only hint that she was even a little embarrassed was the light blush upon her pale cheeks. It only made her cuter, if that was possible.

“Um,” Jaune said stupidly, brain lagging. “Why – uh, why are you asking me?”

Silver eyes peeked up at him shyly. “I thought it’d be fun?”

“What?”

“And my mom did this with my dad,” she explained further. “On their first day together. She said it was a valuable bonding experience and brought them closer together. I want us to be close. Don’t you want to be close, Jaune?”

He did. He wanted them to be close – he wanted to be close with all of his teammates. It was such a magnificent chance for him, becoming a real true blue huntsman alongside such supportive, pretty girls. If everything went well, Ruby would probably be his wife some day. As would the rest of them. They would be one big, happy family.

“I do,” he said. “I want us to be close, Ruby. I’d like that a lot.”

“Great~!” she bounced happily. It did very interesting things to her small chest. “So – which ones are your favorite? I want to wear what you like.”

He didn’t really have a favorite, or at least he didn’t think he did. Looking over the selection she had arranged for him, he knew that no matter what she wore, she would look amazing in. The red and black pair would match up with her weapon, Crescent Rose, and also the unique hue of her hair. The blue and white was a classic, the simple design erotic and alluring despite its otherwise mundane appearance. There was something about pure white that really captured the attention, though. Unblemished, untouched, and pristine; virtuous. The bra was also padded, and would add a little extra upstairs, showing off what was to come. But the pink was daring, the small hints of lace subtle but eye catching. The way it would cup her bottom would highlight how pert and perky her butt was. There was also a maturity to the set that the others lacked.

Jaune didn’t know which one to pick.

“Well?” she asked.

“Uh, the white pair,” he chose at random. It was definitely not because he wanted to see what a little extra heft would look like added to her cute little tits – nope! That wasn’t the reason at all. “I pick the white pair.”

Ruby smiled widely before looping her thumbs beneath the waistband of her pajama pants. Jaune felt his breath freeze in his chest as she shimmied out of her sleepwear, mouth going dry as he watched the material pool around her feet. Smooth, white thighs greeted him but he admired them only for the briefest of moments, his eyes seeking out the ultimate prize. Like the rest of her, Ruby’s pussy was small and cute – a simple slit between plump, wonderfully soft looking vulva, a small stripe of downy hair running up the prominent curve of her mons. Just above that, close to where the waistline of her pants had sat was a cute little black mole. There was something stupidly erotic about that mark that he felt his pants instantly become tighter, his cock swelling.

“Uh, Ruby?” he finally asked, though his voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. It was rough and filled with a number of emotions, too tangled to decipher. “Why did you take your pants off?”

She giggled, rubbing her thighs together. Even with her legs pressed together, he could still see through her thigh gap to the curvature of her ass. Like all huntresses or huntresses-in-training, her body was peak perfection. Fit but still feminine, attractive. He wondered how soft her skin would feel beneath his hands, his palms tingling at the thought.

“I need some help putting them on,” she said, squirming under his heated gaze. “Can you help me?”

As a supporter, it was his duty to support his team in any way he could. In combat, outside of combat, it was all the same. He would cook their meals and clean their home, and he was happy to do it. If Ruby wished for assistance, he would give it without hesitation. Even if it was with something that she could clearly do herself without much effort. That didn’t matter to him.

“I’ll help,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

“Yay!” she bounced up on her tippy-toes, her toned legs flexing wonderfully and her stomach tensing, showing off the subtle lines of her abs on her trim tummy. “Here – let me remove this one, as well.”

Reaching for the hem of her tank top, she swift pulled it over her head, revealing her small, perky breasts. Jaune feasted on the sight, tracing the gentle swells and fixating on her puffy, partially inverted nipples. She really was the cutest, most erotic slip of a girl; a young woman on the cusp.

“Panties first?” she asked. He nodded slowly, reaching over to the bed and picking up the small slip of fabric.

Jaune knelt in front of her, head level with her navel. Ruby placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself before raising her left leg, wiggling her foot playfully. Glancing up at her, he met her grin with one of his own before looping the material around her foot and ankle. Ruby lowered her leg and then repeated the process with the right. His fingers brushed against her warm skin as he secured them in place, bending slightly as she returned her right foot to the floor. Being so close to her, he could smell her wonderful scent; something fruity and powdery, a mix of raspberry and vanilla with a hint of something else, something deep and musky.

His eyes fell on the smooth lips of her vulva and the slight lump of her hooded clit. The sparse hair upon her mons looked impossibly soft and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned in and nuzzled his nose against it. His rock hard cock throbbed between his legs.

“Oh~!” Ruby squeaked in surprise.

Jaune leaning back, clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

Ruby simply laughed breathlessly in response.

Getting back to the task at hand, Jaune carefully pulled her panties up over her toned calves and up passed her knees. Her legs widened into a pair of sexy, youthfully thick thighs, his palms gliding against her soft skin as he traveled higher. Ruby gave her hips a little shake as he pulled her underwear up over her perky butt and blocked his sight of her tiny pussy with pure white cotton. She jumped when the waistband snapped against her skin lightly, a small moan escaping her lips.

“Thank you,” she said huskily, her hand moving from his shoulder to thread through his hair. The panties were tight, almost on the verge of being considered too small. The material clung to her skin and he could see the vague outline of her slit, almost but not quite a camel toe.

“Now for the top,” she presented her cute tits by thrusting out her chest. She even gave them a little shake for emphasis.

Standing, Jaune picked up her bra and held it out for Ruby to slip her arms through the loops. When that was done, she turned around, giving him her back. Jaune admired the network of lithe, strong muscle and the curve of her impressive butt before straightening the straps over her shoulder and bringing the clasp together. His knuckles burned where they pressed against her, fingers deft as they secured and fastened the hooks.

“Can you help adjust it in the front?” she asked, reaching for his hands. She pulled them around her slender body and cupped them to the underside of her breasts. “It is pinching a little.”

Jaune squeezed her tits involuntarily and she arched her back, pressing her bottom into his crotch. Ruby froze, feeling his iron hard shaft resting between her bountiful cheeks.

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “Uh – yeah, just down a bit.”

He helped pull the padded cups down a little to better support her breasts before she hurriedly turned to face him. The padding added a little more perk and shape, the firmness of the fit causing her breasts to bulge a tiny bit over the top. Not enough to be uncomfortable but just right.

“Thanks,” she said again, face absolutely scarlet now. She glanced down at his bulge, eyes nervously darting away with a titter. “Um – I can do the rest now. You better get ready.”

It looked like her boldness fled at the sight of his erection and the effect her body was having on him.

“Are you sure?”

Ruby nodded quickly, shooting another quick look at his bulge.

“Y-Yeah. I’m sure. Um – I hope we can do this again?”

Silver eyes looked up at him hopeful.

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for,” he replied.

When he stepped out into the hallway, Jaune reached down and adjusted his cock. He needed a shower; a cold, cold shower. Turning, he paused as he spotted Weiss standing at the end of the hall near the stairs.

“Oh, hey Weiss,” he greeted.

Her eyes darted down, immediately spotting his problem.

“You seem very lively this morning,” she commented, staring. “My partner is getting off to a flying start, I see.”

“Um,” he fought the urge to cover up.

“She likes to play the innocent card but don’t let that fool you,” Weiss continued, still staring at his crotch. “She knows how to wrap a man around her little finger.”

He didn’t doubt it.

“I took the liberty of preparing some notes for you, highlighting several important subjects that we have gone over since the start of the year,” that was when he noticed the stack of papers she was carrying. “I am sure the school will have prepared something similar to help you along until you catch up but I thought I could help, seeing as I am one of the top students in our year. Grimm Studies, History, Dust Application – it is all here.”

“Thank you,” Jaune said, touched by her thoughtfulness. “That really means a lot, Weiss.”

She preened under his praise, flicking her hair arrogantly. “Yes, well – anything for my supporter. Just because you are here to support me doesn’t mean that I cannot return the favor. If you need anything, anything at all – don’t be afraid to ask. I will provide.”

Ruby’s door opened and her head poked out.

“Us,” the younger girl stressed. “He is our supporter.”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “That’s what I meant.”

“Yeah, right,” her partner quipped. “Remember what I said, Jaune – greedy.”

“Isn’t that rich, coming from you – hey, I’m not done,” Weiss scowled as Ruby shut her door before she could finish. “Honestly, that girl. What exactly did she want your help with, anyway?”

“She just wanted me to pick out some clothes,” he told, half true.

Weiss hummed. “She made your choose her underwear, didn’t she?”

Jaune opened his mouth and then shut it again, knowing there was no point in denying it.

Weiss sighed. “I thought it might be something like that. She likes to talk about how her mom and dad got together a lot. I’m not surprised that she took inspiration.”

She approached him and handed over her notes.

“The shower is free,” she said as she made her way towards her room. “Class starts soon so you better hurry. We have Combat Class first up – and you do not want to be late to that. Professor Goodwitch is not to be trifled with.”