Chapter 10

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At the end of the day, Jaune knew he couldn't keep living a lie forever. Even if he had neutralized the threat Camilla posed to him, and that was a big if, as well as possibly temporary, it was only a matter of time before someone else found out his secret as well. If he got in too deep, he was afraid that he would drag his team down with him. Pyrrha, Nora, Mulan… none of them deserved to end up tarred by the same brush as he would be when justice finally came knocking.

That said, Jaune waited until the next time he has combat class with Professor Glynda Goodwitch. He's not exactly sure why, but he finds himself gravitating towards her, rather than any of the other teachers, or Headmaster Ozpin himself. Well, actually no, that's not entirely true. He DOES know why, he's just a little ashamed to admit it.

Jaune decides to tell Glynda about his indiscretions because she's a woman, and he's always had an easier time with women then other men. Part of his Arc blood, his father had once told him, but honestly, Jaune wondered if it was simply a byproduct of only growing up and living around mostly women. Given how strained his relationship was with his father, he was always closer to his mother and sisters.

At the end of the day, Glynda Goodwitch was… she was strict and stern and less lenient than any of the other Professors when it came to discipline and all of that. And yet, Jaune found himself gravitating towards her all the same. So, one day after combat class, he motioned for his team to go on ahead without him, and then made his way over to the Professor as everyone else filed out of the room.

"Ah… Professor Goodwitch? Can I talk to you about something for a moment?"

Glynda's head snaps up, and for a moment Jaune feels like he's being pierced down to the core of his very self. But then the moment passes, and she's just looking at him like normal, staring at him with that stern face that seemed to be her resting expression whenever she wasn't showing any particular emotion. It's the kind of face that makes you feel like a bug, like you're under a microscope and if she doesn't like what she sees, well, you better just run.

Swallowing thickly, Jaune stands his ground all the same, and after a few seconds of studying him, Glynda inclines her head.

"Very well. Come along, Mr. Arc."

He's a little grateful that she leads him into her office, rather than asking him outright what he wants while people are still trickling out of the classroom. Someone might have overheard if he'd been forced to ask that their conversation be private, and then all sorts of rumors would have spread. As it is, Jaune follows Glynda into her office, a little nervous but also determined to do this as she closes the door behind him.

"Right then. What did you need to talk about, Jaune?"

She actually sounds a little warmer right now, and Jaune blinks at that, surprised at her use of his first name, and the slight bit of interest she's suddenly showing towards him as she leans forward. Is she… but no, that's not possible. He might have come to her because she was a woman, but she was a teacher first, not some schoolgirl or something…

He was distracting himself. Realizing this, Jaune lets out a low sigh and shakes his head.

"Yes, sorry. I… I guess I'll just come out and say it. I forged my transcripts, to get into Beacon. I… I'm a fraud. I've never attended any Hunter's Academy before this one. I only got into Beacon because I lied… a lot."

For a moment, his words just hang in the air. When Glynda doesn't immediately respond, Jaune slowly peeks a glance at her, only to find the bespectacled older woman staring at him in silence. Jaune fidgets under that stare, it's not like any of the other stares she's leveled at him so far. It's a strange look, to be sure. An unreadable look.

"Uh… Professor?"

That seems to snap her out of it, her eyes suddenly narrowing and her nostrils flaring as she starts, seeming to remember his presence. Looking at him, Glynda does something that Jaune doesn't expect… she smiles ruefully.

"Well, that certainly explains your presence here, doesn't it? I had wondered what had transpired to see Nicholas sending his only son to Beacon, but now I understand. He doesn't know, does he?"

If there was one thing Jaune didn't expect to hear pass from Glynda Goodwitch's lips, it was his father's name. Tensing up, not sure for what but doing it all the same, Jaune swallows thickly.

"You… uh, you know my dad?"

That rueful smile on the Professor's face turns slightly sad and a little bit longing as she shakes her head.

"I knew him, once upon a time. But I suspect he's grown since we last saw each other, just like I did. You could say that we were… peers, at one point."

Jaune just stares, agape.

"P-Peers?"

Glynda nods her head, her smile nostalgic now.

"Indeed. But in the end, Nicholas made his decision. And I suppose you've made yours, haven't you Jaune? Tell me, do you want to be a Hunter?"

Thrown by the sudden swerve in the direction of the conversation, Jaune answers without thinking.

"More than anything, Professor."

Smirking, Glynda cocks her head to the side.

"How many of the female students have you already fucked by this point, Mister Arc?"

Not one to normally be easily embarrassed, Jaune reflects that there's nothing 'easy' or 'normal' about this, really. Going bright red, he ducks his head sheepishly before eventually answering.

"… Five."

Glynda just nods again.

"Your team makes three… and then two others. Not too bad, I suppose. Well, first things first. You should refrain from cumming inside any of them from now on. That is, unless you want them all to have to drop out of Beacon to care for your children before the year is out."

Jaune gulps at that, because honestly, the idea… the idea excites him more than he cares to admit. That said, he really doesn't want to ruin his team's chances or anything like that, that's the whole reason he's coming clean to Glynda in the first place. Speaking of which…

"Are you saying I'm going to be allowed to stay at Beacon, Professor?"

Chuckling, Glynda nods yet again.

"I wouldn't have you going someplace else, Jaune. You will stay here, as a student of Beacon. Of course, you'll need some remedial lessons to catch up to the others. We will meet here, in my office, every weeknight until I believe you've gained sufficient knowledge of what you should already be aware of. Do you accept?"

Jaune blinks dumbly, but in the end, responds in the affirmative. How can he not?

"Y-Yeah! I mean, yes… I accept."

Still smiling, an odd expression for Jaune to see on the normally stern teacher's face, Glynda gestures to the door.

"Then let's end our meeting here for now, and I'll see you just after dinner for our first session. Unfortunately, we probably will have to call it detention for appearance's sake, but if you believe you can trust your team, feel free to tell them the truth."

Nodding, Jaune starts making his way towards the door, throwing back one last reply over his shoulder as he goes.

"I d-do… trust them, I mean. Thank you for this chance, Professor! I won't let you down!"

As he heads out the door, he turns away from Glynda completely. As a result, he misses the expression that crosses her face, an expression that Jaune is actually VERY familiar with. He also misses her final words, spoken only after the door to her office closes behind him.

"I'm sure you won't…"

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Later that evening, after dinner is over and Jaune has discussed what happened between him and Professor Goodwitch with his team (with all of them rather upset that he'd decided to out himself to a teacher without talking to them first) the young man makes his way back towards Glynda's classroom, actually somewhat excited, if still a bit nervous. While it was a bit startling to find out that Glynda Goodwitch had been a contemporary of his father, Jaune could admit that he was eager to learn from the older woman. She was, after all, a Huntress of some renown.

The things she could teach him, the things she could show him… yeah, Jaune was excited. Of course, when he finally reached the classroom, he was a little surprised to find it dark and seemingly empty. However, the door was open a crack, so Jaune went on in, looking around as he did so.

"Ah… Professor Goodwitch? Hello?"

Not seeing the older woman anywhere around, Jaune frowns, before noticing that the Professor's office door is also ajar, and unlike the classroom, there's a faint glow of light, coming from her office. Slowly making his way over there, Jaune pushes his way inside the room, once again calling out.

"A-Ah, sorry Professor, I… wait, Professor?"

Once again, Jaune finds himself confronted by an empty room, strangely enough. On top of that, the only source of light is a small lamp on Glynda's desk, illuminating a piece of paper. Curious despite himself, Jaune slowly circles around to the teacher's side of the desk, and looks down at the piece of paper, expecting a note from Professor Goodwitch, perhaps with some sort of instructions on where to find her. Heck, it made sense that they wouldn't be having his remedial lessons in here, he supposed. There probably wasn't enough space.

However, rather than directions, the note is short, succinct, and to the point in small, perfect handwriting. It's also only two words long.

Play Along.

It's in that moment that the lights turn on, the door to Glynda's office closes, and Jaune looks up to find a sight that he never expected to see staring back at him. She must have been hiding behind the door when he came in, because right there, in the flesh (far more flesh than he thought he'd be viewing) was Glynda Goodwitch. She wasn't wearing her normal formal business attire however, nor was her riding crop anywhere insight.

Instead, the bespectacled blonde was wearing the uniform for female students. Except she'd obviously chosen one that was two or three sizes too small in certain areas, because the plaid skirt she was wearing did nothing to cover up her naked pussy or her pert behind or her pale thighs, and the top jacket and blouse were both split open, allowing for her sizable bust to sit freely, her gorgeous breasts still impossibly perky and large despite her age, juuust beginning to sag, if that.

Jaune's mouth is unbelievably dry as he stares at Glynda with wide eyes, unable to tear his eyes away. Smiling rather lewdly, the blonde woman clicks the lock on the door behind her shut and then saunters forward, never taking her eyes off of his.

"Good evening, Professor. I'm here for my detention. As you can see, I'm a bad, bad girl."

Jaune's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish for a few moments, but in the end, the young man is nothing if not adaptable. And honestly, while this is hands down the most surprising thing to happen to him since he arrived at Beacon, it's also not that unbelievable. In fact, he almost feels like he should have seen it coming.

Mindful of the note that she'd left for him, Jaune straightens up to his full height and walks out from behind the teacher's desk, taking charge of the situation right then and there.

"Ms. Goodwitch. Your attire is highly inappropriate."

Then, he reaches up and grabs her nipples, tweaking them and pulling her to him as she gasps in delight, pressing up against his chest.

"Ooh, are you going to punish me, Professor? Are you going to teach me the error of my ways?"

Jaune is rock hard as he grits his teeth and spins about, using his grip on Glynda's nipples to drag her forward and subsequently bend her over her own desk. Letting go as he does so, he grabs at the back of her neck with one hand instead and brings the other down on her ass in a rapid-fire spanking, punctuating each of the following words with another smack across her bottom.

"You. Are. A. Huntress! Not. Some. Whore!"

Glynda gasps and moans and squeaks with each slap across her naked ass. The skirt she's wearing doesn't even have to ride up, it was already basically only going down to her navel in the first place. But now her juicy wet pussy lips are visible too, given the way she's been lifting her ass higher and higher into the air with each smack. Jaune snorts, and transitions from spanking her to fingering her, shoving two of his digits right up her cunt and pistoning them in and out of her as he leans over Glynda's body and growls into her ear.

"Is this what you need, Ms. Goodwitch? Do you need something inside of you to be able to focus in my class? Because I'm sure something can be arranged."

Moaning wantonly, Glynda writhes beneath him, so lost in the fantasy, in the roleplay, that she can't even respond with any sort of coherent words. Jaune isn't all that surprised when he fingers her to a climax in just a little while, bringing her off with nothing but his curling digits in no time at all. She shrieks and squirts her pussy juices all over the front of her own desk.

Grabbing her by her hair bun, Jaune drags Glynda off of the desk and onto her knees with one hand, while pulling his cock out with the other. There's no way he can't not drag his dick out at this point, he's throbbing hard and it was honestly getting a little painful trying to keep his erection within the confines of his pants.

On the other hand, it's immensely pleasurable to smack his fat cock down onto Glynda's upturned face and watch her eyes go crossed, her pupils dilate, and her nostrils flare as she stares at his dick hungrily. In an instant, Glynda has taken him in her mouth, before Jaune can even react. He grunts as she bobs up and down his length, her green eyes never once leaving his face, and he groans as her tongue does some very interesting things along the underside of his cock.

Panting now, Jaune stares down at Glynda with a lidded gaze.

"So… this is what you really wanted, you horny little slut. This is what you need…"

She just moans around his member and redoubles her efforts But Jaune… Jaune wants more. He wants to fuck her. And he knows he's going to do so, before the night is out. He should start thinking about HOW he's going to fuck her now. So many options, so many choices.

He could take her up against the wall. She's certainly flexible enough. He could pull up one of her legs and just fuck her up against the wall, making her shriek in pleasure time and time again. Alternatively, he could bend her over her desk again and plow her silly from behind. That would let him spank her some more as well, and admittedly, he could just imagine how much her cunt would tighten up as he fucked her and paddled her bottom until it was red with his handprints.

Or, he could lay her back on her desk, fold her legs up behind her ears, and fuck her face to face. It would give him access to her breasts and her mouth, if he wanted to kiss or lick or slurp at her to his heart's content while he fucked her. It would also give him possibly the best angle with which to piston into her, maybe.

Decisions, decisions… but as Glynda continues to suck him off, bobbing up and down his length, Jaune knows he's getting close… which means soon, he'll have to make a choice.