In which Jaune fucks around and finds out

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The Guild of Gamers: The Planeswalker

Chapter 07: In which Jaune fucks around and finds out

– Noire Vivaris –

…Kazuma is not a good fighter; this is known. He's a coward who enjoys cheating to win, which I respect, of course, but he should be the worst fighter in this school besides Aqua and Megumin.

"Kazuma wins," Glynda declares, and Kazuma seems just as surprised as everyone else at the beaten form of his opponent. Pulling up my notes on Jaune, I frown as I look at his records. He apparently graduated from a fairly prodigious prep school with honours, and yet… that boy barely knows which end of his sword is the pointy part.

The Scrolls of this world are wonderful. It took me a little time to get used to them, but I've rapidly found myself enjoying their usefulness. There is so much information at my fingertips, and I can pull it up with the press of a key instead of searching through piles of parchment.

Jaune's documents are forged; he simply could not have achieved what they claimed with his current skill level. In fact, some internet sleuthing quickly proves he never even attended the school he claims he graduated from. Social media is a blessing and curse, and his older sister's ever-updated profile shows that Jaune was on his farm in Vale when his records claim he was attending a combat school in Mistral. He's a fraud.

Sending a note to Glynda, I see her check her Scroll, her eyes narrowing as she looks over the proof I've found, giving me a subtle nod as the next fight begins. Cardin vs Darkness.

Cardin is a decent fighter, but he's easily distracted, and frankly, he lacks the strength to hurt Darkness in any serious way. Darkness is getting better at actually hitting her opponent, knowing that she'll be rewarded for her success, and she hits like a giant. It's a battle of the bruisers; both have large Aura reserves and hit rather hard, but Darkness simply outlasts him.

Hitting Darkness with his mace, he activates its secondary function as an explosion of fire dust engulfs Darkness, a cocky smirk on his face. I idly make a note that Cardin has a habit of letting his guard down too early as Darkness tanks the blast and grabs him in a tight bear hug.

I'm sure the idea of being pressed against Darkness' breasts would have seemed enticing for him, but right now, he's feeling a very different sensation to pleasure as Darkness squeezes hard, his aura creaking before Darkness, with her unholy strength, manages to shatter it entirely as Cardin cries out in pain.

Glynda calls out that Darkness wins, the unnaturally durable blonde still having the majority of her aura as she brightens up, looking to me for approval. I doubt anyone misses the way she blushes and fidgets at my approving smile, moving over to her team. She looks good in a school uniform.

As she sits down, her eyes briefly widen, and she barely manages to stop herself from moaning openly, looking at me desperately. I simply give her a questioning look, getting an approving nod. She doesn't want me to stop.

Phantom Hands

Summon hands under the control of the caster. These spectral hands will grope and molest the target, bypassing their clothing and toying with their nude bodies, transferring the feeling back to the caster.

Darkness knows she'll get punished if she gets caught, actually punished in a non-sexy way, and I deliberately ignore her even as I feel the sensation of my hands groping her sexy body.

Megumin gets called up to fight, which distracts me from my note-taking. One of Cardin's teammates looks smug at the apparent easy victory. That's Russel Thrush, I think. The only note I have on him so far is, 'he's the one with the stupid green hair.'

He throws some insult at the 'little girl' he's fighting, mocking her hat as she narrows her eyes.

The moment the fight starts, Megumin sends a firebolt at Russel, which he dodges before immediately charging her. His first mistake, getting distracted by the minor fire attack; he doesn't notice the way she is whispering under her breath as he rushes forward until she throws her hands forward, finishing her spell… and it isn't Explosion.

A burst of freezing air blasts out of her fingertips, engulfing the fool who rushed a Wizard point blank, ice growing around him as Binding Ice turns him into an icicle. Megumin looks proud as she moves to the very furthest edge of the arena.

Russel has one arm not frozen in place, and he's desperately cutting away at the ice holding him in place as Megumin starts her second cast, his eyes widening as he speeds up, but entirely too slow as she once again gestures (entirely too flamboyantly, I make another note. It's inefficient and increases her casting time for simple style points).

"Fireball!"

Russel, stuck in place as he is, can do nothing but watch the tiny orb of fire fly towards him, hitting him directly and blossoming as almost the entire arena is engulfed in the fiery blast. Megumin is a prodigy with Evocation magic, to the surprise of nobody at all. She's more of a natural than me, so I wasn't surprised when she took to it so easily. I prefer Enchantment magic; it's where my true skills lie, but if I'm not careful, she'll surpass me in Evocation before long.

It's good to have the motivation to push myself. As her mentor, I have to learn new Evocation magic as fast as she consumes it, a challenge to be sure, but one I'm enjoying.

It goes without saying that Russel is out of the fight. His aura shatters as he lies there in a puddle of melted ice, hair and clothes singed. The hunters of this world are undeniably durable; it's actually rather impressive.

I give Megumin a proud smile, making her blush and look away. I wonder if she's remembering her… sessions under my guiding hand. Her mana reserves are coming along nicely, and so are her oral talents, for that matter.

I've awakened all their Auras, and Ozpin helped me with Aqua's. To both our surprise, it went through incredibly easily; he'd barely even started before her absurdly strong Aura flared to life. She puts everyone else in the school to shame, including the teachers.

She's very proud of that. I had to remind her that heroes are supposed to be humble.

Combat class passes without any other real issues, though I do make some notes on areas of improvement for several more class members. Yang struggles to handle anything below the belt; low blows and kicks seem to be effective against her. Ruby is utterly dependent on her weapon; without it, she falls apart (Kazuma managed to beat her by tricking her and disarming her).

Pyrrha is too good; none of her classmates even come close to challenging her. She won't grow like this, something to think about. People need to be challenged to grow, and Pyrrha simply isn't being challenged at the moment.

As part of my duties, I have semi-regular meetings with the team leaders of the first-year teams, and they'll be starting fairly soon. I get a message from Glynda while I have my work lunch, finishing up my notes on Team Raven. Lie Ren seems to have a good handle on Nora, but Pyrrha and Jaune have some issues. Pyrrha seems nice, but she also demolishes everyone she fights and clearly hates how much it makes her stand out, but then she's too competitive to hold back. As expected of a champion.

Jaune is just flat-out a failure. He has the worst grades so far in the year (barely being beaten by Aqua, though only because Megumin helps Aqua with her coursework), he hasn't won a single fight, and during this first week, he hasn't shown so much as a hint of dedication to fixing that.

He doesn't study in his free time; he doesn't train. No, instead, he just slacks off, seemingly riding the high of getting into Beacon.

Heading to Glynda's office, I give her a respectful smile as I enter, getting one back, however slight.

"I do believe you are correct, Noire," Glynda says, skipping formalities. We get along well; she wasn't sure about making me a teaching assistant, but I believe my diligence has won her over. "Mr Arc certainly didn't attend Oasis; I contacted their Headmaster and confirmed that much. I doubt he'd have gotten this far if it wasn't for his name. The Arc family has produced some very powerful Huntsmen and Huntresses. Unfortunately, that puts us in an awkward position."

I can tell she's not telling me everything, but I suspect we both know how he got this far. Ozpin does like his games. Glynda certainly doesn't approve of them.

"If he is expelled, team Raven would be left with three members, and there's no free student to fill it," I say, making her nod in annoyance.

"If we'd caught this before, we could have given one of the more promising students who failed the test a second chance, but most have already left for another less prestigious school. We could also ask for a transfer from another school, but that would just look embarrassing in the first week of the school year," Glynda admits. "Ozpin doesn't want that, but Miss Nikos has too much potential to be dragged down by such a subpar partner."

"Hm, then perhaps we can find a middle ground without expelling him?" I ask, making her raise an eyebrow, gesturing for me to continue.

"If his family has such a prodigious lineage, there's a chance he could indeed be a great Huntsman one day. We could put him on… probation and make it clear that we know he lied his way into the school. He wishes to stay here, and we could let him, though under some strict rules and expectations. His grades and skills would have to improve rapidly, something he's shown little effort in achieving so far; perhaps this could light a fire under him, so to speak," I suggest, making her pause. "If he hasn't lived up to those expectations by the end of the term, we can expel him then."

"It would be far easier to replace him over the break and far less scandalous. We have drop-outs around the winter break every year, those unable to keep up with Beacon's demanding schedule. It would give him a chance to live up to his potential without letting him get away with such a serious offence," Glynda agrees, thinking about it for a moment before she gives me an approving smile. "I will speak to Ozpin, but I'm sure he'll agree given that the alternative is for us to rightfully toss Jaune out, maybe quite literally if I have my way," Glynda scoffs, slapping her riding crop against the palm of her hand.

I definitely don't blush, not even a little. Look, I enjoy both sides of BDSM, but who the hell could be a dom for me? Kazuma? Aqua? Yeah, see the problem? Glynda is a very attractive, stern older woman who comes with her own riding crop.

She doesn't mention the slight dusting of red on my cheeks, but she does have a knowing look in her eyes as I briefly glance at her weapon.

"I'll let you know what we decide, but I'm going to suggest that you get put in charge of bringing Jaune up to Beacon's high standards. Consider it a test for both of you," Glynda says, making me nod.

"Very well, I've dealt with worse than him," I say confidently. Jaune will learn, or he'll break. I don't particularly care which. I really don't like frauds. If Jaune can't handle it, I'll just break him and send him running home with his tail tucked between his legs.

Saying our goodbyes, I head back to my room and my mountain of research material. I've had a lot of catching up to do. Fortunately, no Wizard is scared of a pile of books; you could even say I'm in my natural environment.

Getting another message from Glynda, I smile to myself. It looks like Jaune Arc is officially my problem, and I'm going to enjoy making it Jaune's problem.

– Lie Ren –

He really wasn't sure what to make of Noire and Team Aqua, but after years of spending all his time with Nora, he was good at rolling with the weirdness, entering her room/office with Jaune by his side.

"Ah, excellent. Right on time," Noire said, looking up from whatever she was typing.

"I didn't think you'd appreciate being kept waiting," Ren said simply, taking the seat she gestured towards, getting a nod of agreement and an approving smile.

"I certainly don't. My schedule is rather packed, after all, so your diligence is something I am extremely thankful for," Noire agreed. He could imagine, since she was probably close to his age and she was already teaching at Beacon, even as just an assistant, that was very impressive, especially since she was apparently recruited by Professor Ozpin personally. "As you know, I'll be having frequent meetings with every first-year team leader; this is just the first of those to go over any issues that have sprung up already and to get to know the team leaders. I'll be meeting the rest of the teams as well, in time."

"Erm, why am I here? I'm not the team leader," Jaune asked awkwardly before giving Noire a shaky smile. "We haven't spoken yet, but you're Noire, right? The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."

Ren mentally sighed, seeing the extremely unimpressed look on her face. Wasn't it obvious that Jaune was one of the issues that had become apparent? Why else would he be invited? Did Jaune not realise he was in trouble?

"I highly doubt that," Noire said plainly, ignoring his outstretched hand. "Jaune, you are here because this meeting will include a great deal about you."

"W-what?" Jaune asked, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

"Sit down, now," Noire demanded, and Jaune practically jumped into his seat. "Allow me to be blunt, Mr Arc. We know your records are faked. You did not go to Oasis; you attempted to attend Pharos but failed and dropped out in the first year, then you attempted to get into Signal but failed. You've spent the last three years, where your records claim you were in Mistral, attending Oasis, on your family's farm in the Vale countryside."

Every word from Noire made Jaune go a little paler, sinking in his seat as she tore him to pieces with a cold, analytical tone. It made sense; Jaune knew basically nothing about this life, all the things he should have learned at a combat academy he was left baffled by. Even he and Nora, self-trained, had better academics than him.

"Had this been discovered before the team placements, you'd have been expelled and blacklisted from every Huntsman academy; however, doing so now would leave your team down a member and therefore unable to go on any missions, which would likely result in them being held back an entire year and having to repeat the year with a new member starting next year," Noire continued, and a lesser man would have glared at Jaune who was trying to stammer something.

"W-wait, I'm not being expelled?" Jaune whimpered, making Noire glare at him for speaking up.

"Speak when spoken to, and only then. Due to the irregularities in this situation, we are willing to offer you a chance to stay here on some very strict conditions," Noire explained, turning back to Ren. "One of which is that your team agrees to let you stay despite your incompetence. Ren, this is mostly your decision, but I would suggest speaking to Miss Nikos and Miss Valkyrie as well. If you would rather return next year, you will all be guaranteed a place without needing to attend the initiation, and you'll all have priority on being chosen should any team lose a member or anyone else drop out. Professor Goodwitch has arranged for you to attend one of several less prodigious Huntsmen academies for this year if you'd like, which don't focus so much on teams. "

"I'd like to hear the conditions for Jaune staying and talk to my team before I make any decisions," Ren replied calmly, getting an approving nod from her. Spending a year at a different school and then coming back to Beacon wasn't ideal, but it wasn't the worst either.

Having an untrained team member could result in them dying, and he wouldn't risk Nora and Pyrrha's lives to help out a fraud. A team needed to be able to rely on each other, and he'd already seen that he simply couldn't rely on Jaune in battle. Sure, Pyrrha could cover her unskilled partner, but that would mean Pyrrha would be spending battles babysitting Jaune, and that would greatly reduce her own effectiveness. What would happen if they were in a position where they had to pick between saving Jaune from something any real Huntsman would be able to handle and completing their mission? Would civilians die because of Jaune's fraudulent claims?

"Very well. Mr Arc, firstly, you would be expected to greatly improve your grades. On the first assignments you completed this week, you barely got a 30, and you need a 50 to get a passing grade. There will be a small exam at the end of this term, and you will be expected to get an 80 at the bare minimum to remain here," Noire explained, making Jaune squeak in terror. "At the end of the second term, you'll be expected to get a 90, which is the average you will have to maintain for the rest of your time at Beacon," Noire continued, uncaring of Jaune's fear. "If you fail, well, it will be far easier to replace you during the break. You will be expelled and blacklisted across all the Kingdoms before facing criminal charges."

"C-criminal?!" Jaune whimpered, making Ren sigh. Of course, using forgeries was illegal, especially to get into a Huntsman academy.

"Secondly, you will be expected to show a rapid improvement in your combat skills, which are currently utterly pathetic," Noire deadpanned, making Jaune shrink even further. "The tests for that will be sprung on you without warning, and failure will result in expulsion, blacklisting, criminal charges, etc."

"B-but-"

"I have been tasked with personally mentoring you in both these matters, and I am a harsh taskmistress. Should I find your motivation lacking, expelled, blacklisted, likely violated in prison by a man twice your size, you get the idea," Noire cut in, making Jaune shudder, his face ghostly white. "If you get into any serious trouble with the staff during your time here, for things like misbehaving in class, slacking off, missing lessons… well, you get the idea. Make no mistake, if you agree to stay in Beacon, you will be my bitch. Your schedule is mine to dictate and will be followed to the second. Am I clear?" Noire asked, getting a meek nod from Jaune. "If you choose to leave now, Beacon will not press charges; if you choose to stay and fail to meet the conditions set, we will press charges."

"I- I want to stay," Jaune said quietly, making Noire nod.

"Then I suggest you get some padding for your knees so you can properly beg your team to keep you," Noire suggested bluntly. "Your fate is in their hands."

"We'll have a team meeting when we get back," Ren promised, making Noire nod. He didn't mind personally because it sounded like Jaune was going to get either dragged up to their standards or expelled at the end of the first term, where they could get a new teammate.

"Finally, I've spoken to your parents," Noire continued, making Jaune squeak in shock. "I'm not sure what exactly your plan was, given that you told them you were going on a short vacation before you started working at the farm, but they are both highly disappointed in you. They will be visiting Beacon in the near future to discuss things with you, though that's delayed as your running away has left them shorthanded."

Dick move.

"Also, your father suggested I publicly spank you for stealing your family sword, though he won't be pressing charges either as long as it is returned to them should you fail," Noire added, making Jaune blush. "He did have a single demand, however. He believes that this kind of action is extremely cowardly and dishonest, and as such, in exchange for not having you dragged home immediately, he wants you to make a speech in front of the other first-year students, admitting you cheated your way into Beacon."

"W-wait, what?" Jaune whimpered, and for the first time, Ren felt a single ounce of pity for his teammate.

"That is between you and your father. Beacon has no part in that, though you cannot attend without his permission. I suggest you attempt to talk to him about it when he visits, but he didn't seem like a man who could be dissuaded when he has made up his mind," Noire said without pity. "Now, I have team leader business to discuss with Ren, and I would appreciate it if you gave us some privacy."

Not needing a second hint, Jaune basically rushed away from the rather intimidating girl who now had his balls in a vice.

With that unpleasantness dealt with, Noire moved on to the actual meeting, discussing how their team had been settling in and adapting to Beacon. Nora's inability to pay attention in class was brought up, Nora's grades were rather poor, and Pyrrha had the exact opposite problem.

Their surprisingly introverted teammate was too damn good; she could solo most teams, let alone any of their classmates. Still, this was mostly just a meet-and-greet since they'd only been here for a week, and he found himself enjoying Noire's company (when she wasn't openly irritated at Jaune); she was very calm and professional, a nice change from the chaos that was Nora.

Finally, she got around to him, and he wasn't insulted when she brought up his own issues. He simply didn't have much aura, definitely below average, and he lacked stamina.

"As it happens, there may be a solution for this. One of my abilities allows me to permanently grant people incremental increases to their attributes, such as their strength, reflexes, and senses, and while I have never used it to increase someone's aura, I do believe it is possible," Noire explained, making his eyes widen. "I'll be blunt: the method is rather embarrassing for both participants and frankly, I am picky about who I do this for. That said, I do believe that you have a lot of potential that's being held back by this unfortunate issue, so I am willing to reward you with such an increase if your own performance remains as impressive," Noire explained, and he almost asked exactly what it entailed before he stopped himself.

"Thank you," Ren said, giving her a slight bow. He trusted she was telling the truth; it made sense why someone so young would be recruited into Beacon's staff with such an ability, and he really could use more Aura.

Finishing up, he left with a slight smile at a successful first meeting; beyond the Jaune issue (and the warning that Nora was likely going to end up with repeated detentions with her current behaviour in class), he was rather pleased with his first meeting with Noire.

Now, he had a rather uncomfortable team meeting to hold, but somehow, he knew Nora and Pyrrha would allow Jaune to stay, even if this would likely put some distance between them and the blonde. He made a note to try harder to befriend Pyrrha; she was certainly lonely, and he and Nora had a bad habit of sticking together to the exclusion of others.

He got the feeling she was a really sweet girl. It's a shame she got stuck with a fraud for a teammate. He'd make sure to include her in more of his and Nora's recreational activities.

– Noire Vivaris – Next Morning

Getting a message from Ren that his team voted to let Jaune stay, I reply quickly and send Jaune a message as well, arranging a one-on-one meeting with the poor fool. I'm going to work that cheating bastard to the bone; I wouldn't be surprised if he drops out entirely of his own volition before the end of the term.

As for Ren, I want him. He's a very attractive man, and his personality is very pleasing after dealing with the chaos that is my party. It's why I'm willing to use my tantric abilities to increase his Aura. I've told Ozpin about that power but made it clear I am going to be very picky about who I use it on, and that's not up for debate. I am not sleeping with the entire student body, even if I might be willing to give temporarily empowering massages to teams before they go on missions.

He's asked if I'm willing to test it out with some famous Huntsman, but I've simply said I want to meet this 'Qrow' first before I agree to sleep with him in the name of empowering him. He got halfway through offering me a payment for my empowerment before realising he was offering his teenage teaching assistant money to sleep with an older man and wisely cut himself off.

Apparently, Qrow is one of his top agents against the Grimm Queen, but I get the feeling Ozpin doesn't believe Qrow can get through a meeting with me without pissing me off, so that should be fun.

— Bonus Scene — Adam Taurus

Gasping in pain, he struggled to rise as the demon casually walked towards him, stepping on one of the corpses of his men. Rising to one knee, he grabbed his sword with desperation as the white-haired woman smiled cruelly.

"Now, now… if attacking me didn't work when you had all your little friends, what good would it do when you're barely strong enough to stand?" she asked condescendingly as he roared in anger, struggling to his feet. She just sighed, looking towards where her… monster was gnawing on the torn-off arm of one of his best men.

Whatever that thing was, it wasn't a Grimm, nor was it a Faunus despite its animalistic traits. The humanoid hyena was nearly twice his height, with mangy brown fur covering most of its body, grey leathery skin underneath it, and a long, thin tail behind it. In its other hand, it held a primitive flail with three brutal heads coated in gore.

"Why do I bother? The hard way it is. Yeenoghu, be a dear and put him back on his knees," the girl ordered. The girl scared him more than her monster. She barely looked out of her teens, and she commanded the beast like it was a well-trained attack dog.

Red eyes gleamed as Yeenoghu moved, closing the distance in an instant, the flail striking Adam on his chest, shattering his remaining aura with mocking ease. He knew the beast had held back, cackling as it watched Adam fly back, coughing up blood.

When it first attacked, it killed his two best men with a single swing of the flail, shattering their skulls with ease.

Before he could even try to move, it closed the distance again, grabbing him and dragging him towards its Mistress, forcing him to kneel before her.

"Good boy," she said, making the beast cackle again. "Now, I know you, Adam Taurus, but you don't know me. I am Sabina, and I'm here to… visit someone very special. I've decided you'll make a good guide dog while I'm here. You don't mind, do you?"

"F-fuck you," Adam spat out, coughing up some blood onto her expensive-looking dress. A click of her fingers made the blood vanish. It didn't help that beyond the red eyes; she looked entirely too much like she could be a Schnee.

"Oh, Adam. You're always so very stubborn," Sabina giggled, making him pause in confusion at the familiarity in her tone. "But I am no Schnee; allow me to give you just a hint."

As she spoke, her body shifted and changed, a pair of curved horns that put his to shame growing from her head as her eyes changed to be entirely red, with not a hint of white. Her hair grew from stopping just below her shoulders to going all the way down to her waist, moving unnaturally as it flowed behind her. Her body grew from barely five feet to closer to seven, her dress fading away to show the armour beneath it.

Her pale white skin turned a light purple and was barely covered by the extremely revealing spiky black armoured corset and skirt, her large breasts framed by the thin armour that left them almost entirely on display, and her armoured dress splitting in the middle to leave her long legs exposed.

"I am Sabina Bathory, ruler of a great number of places that would mean nothing to someone like you, and you, Adam, are my new pet. Your consent really isn't required, but if you don't play nice, then I'll have to punish you. Maybe I'll send my favourite attack dog here to your little island," Sabina threatened, patting Yeenoghu on the chest as his blood ran cold at the idea of that monster attacking the Menagerie.

He was the strongest fighter in the White Fang, and he hadn't even managed to hurt the monster. Sabina had just watched the entire fight, and yet, somehow, he knew she was the bigger threat. If they attacked his home… Adam knew nobody would be able to stop her.

"Now, you're going to be my good, obedient dog, aren't you?" Sabina asked, kneeling down to mockingly rub his hair as he glared up at her. "No? That's okay. I prefer my pets to keep some of their fire, and I have time to train some obedience in you. Noire isn't going anywhere."

Grabbing him roughly, a rift opened behind her, which she idly tossed him through, humming as she followed him in, the smell of brimstone and sulfur making him wince as the foul smell struck his senses. He heard screams in the distance as Sabina followed him through it into the dungeon, the chains coming alive and binding him with seemingly not even a gesture from Sabina.

"Don't worry, you'll survive this," Sabina promised as he was bound to the wall, gently running her hand along his cheek before she clicked her fingers and his clothes vanished, his wounds healing with an idle gesture from her. "Even when you want nothing more than the sweet release of death, you'll live."

Her whisper made his entire body shiver, even as his hand moved lower, running down his chest until she grasped his cock, which disobeyed him immediately as it grew erect in her soft grasp.

"Hm, impressive for a mortal. I might even keep you once I'm done here. Don't worry, this won't be all pain; you might even get to enjoy yourself, just a little," Sabina giggled, a deeply cruel-sounding noise. "I can show you things that cowardly kitty of yours couldn't even dream of," Sabina promised, kissing his neck as his mind raced.

How did she know so much about him?

– Sabina Bathory – Later –

Not bothering to get dressed again, she smiled to herself as she left the dungeon. Adam was always a fun one to break when she found herself in Remnant; he was so stubborn and so prideful.

But he was just a diversion; she'd arrived here too early, after all.

Noire wasn't ready for her yet, but if Sabina knew one thing, it was how to enjoy her time. She had a job to do here after all, and she wasn't going to disappoint Daddy dearest. Still, she'd caused some issues with the plot by depriving Cinder of the White Fang, but perhaps she could use that.

Her adorable little sister needed some true challenges to grow in power, and this world was just too weak. She could fix that. Still, Noire really was growing up into a beautiful young woman… licking her lips, Sabina gestured at the mirror on her bedroom wall, watching it change to the sight of Noire hard at work, diligently making notes and plans for the school year.

She definitely didn't get that from their father, but then all of Kuro's daughters were more diligent than the lazy bastard himself. By the gods, even their grandpa Vlad was a harder worker. Sabina certainly was; running the nine hells was a tough job, even with the Blood War ended (at her hands, of course).

It was why she valued these little breaks, her hand moving towards her uncovered slit, stroking her lips even as Adam's seed leaked from them. Ah, Noire… she was going to have fun with the newest member of Kuro's endless horde of children. Ghengis had nothing on Kuro; the only thing weak about her father was his pullout game.