Grimm and Grottos: Degenerate Dungeon

By Roanes101

Submitted: May 7, 2021

Updated: May 7, 2021

~Due to Character Limit, Full Description Inside~ (A G&G Campaign created by B. Belladona and GM'd
by J. Arc)

Provided by Hentai Foundry.

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Roanes101/49771/Grimm-and-Grottos-Degenerate-Dungeon

Chapter 0 - Session 0 2
Chapter 1 - Interludes and Interlewds 1 54
Chapter 2 - Character Sheets for Session 0 66
Chapter 3 - Session 1 72
 0 - Session 0

In another reality, the Grimm are not birthed from pools of darkness or crafted by the hands of some dark god. The
Grimm and other creatures of darkness instead originate from the Heart of S'lem. All the Heart cares for is bringing
about the blissful end of the world.

And how will it do that? By building an army of evil to overtake mankind.

It is up to the Brave Huntresses of the Hamlet, hired by the Lord Jaune Arc of esteemed Arc Family, to put an end to
the Heart in this, the most Depraved of Dungeons.

(A G&G Campaign created by B. Belladona and GM'd by J. Arc)

Warnings: Grimm on Human/Faunus, Unrealistic Breeding, Non-Con, World Perspective Shifts, Blake being a
Degenerate, Clean Dice Rolling (No Rolls Shown)

This was posted after a bit of convincing of a different author on a discord I am a part of. The
description, warnings, and all this other stuff is separate from the actual story. Any positive comments
will be use for me to show the author that they are too hard on themselves about the quality of their
writing. Enjoy this weird crossover of RWBY, The Darkest Dungeon mod 'Lustiest Lair' and good old
fashion dice fuckery. Signed - Roanes

Blake Belladonna was a woman on a mission.

As she walked down the halls of Beacon, many moved out of her path as she continued towards her
destination. None of them wish to get in the silent and mysterious’ girl’s way. The serious aura around
Blake making many students stop what they were doing to avoid her path.
Anyone that knew Blake personally, which was a small handful, could tell from the look on her face that
she was in the middle of something important. Maybe something that could change the world as they
know it. An important step towards a powerful cause, like Faunus Equality.

Well, Blake was taking important steps but not for the cause one would expect from Beacon’s
secret-faunus.

Soon Blake reached her destination. A familiar-looking door that stood opposite to her team’s door.
Team JNPR’s room. Knocking a few times on the door, a certain code Blake recalled Ruby making to
signal emergencies between teams, she waited patiently until her target opened the door.

“Blake? What’s the emergen…” Surprised, Jaune wondered what Blake wanted until he was suddenly
grabbed by the collar.

“I need to borrow Jaune. I’ll bring him back soon.” Blake called out to the rest of JNPR as she
proceeded to drag Jaune out of the dorm and with her into the hallway.

“You break him, you buy him!” Blake immediately heard Nora call out before the dorm shut behind the
two.

It only took a few minutes of getting pulled through the hallway for Jaune to finally stand his ground and
break free from the cat’s claws.

“Hold on! Can you at least tell me what you need before you drag me across Beacon?” Jaune asked.
He wouldn’t mind helping Blake with anything, he was just a bit annoyed that she pulled him away from
his team without his consent.

“Fine,” Blake said in a silent huff as if Jaune was the unreasonable one in this scenario. “I need you for
the G&G Club. It’s my turn to choose the campaign and I have the perfect one in mind. The only issue
is, I want to be involved more as a player than as GM. So I want you to run the campaign as GM for
me.”

“That’s all?” Jaune blinked in surprise. “You didn’t have to use the emergency sign for that. You could
have just called my scroll.”

“I don’t have your scroll number, so the knock was the fastest option,” Blake explained, not missing a
beat.

“R-Right,” Jaune nervously rubbed his head. It was sometimes too easy to forget how actually ‘not
close their teams were despite them hanging out a lot. “Anyway, maybe just ask. I don’t have any
problems GM’ing for your club.”

While not the best fighter in Beacon, it was soon discovered that Jaune Arc was a man of many talents.
Life with a large family like the Arcs tends to lead to one acquiring many skills that go beyond things like
combat. Dancing, Sewing, Cooking (he still wouldn’t let Ruby forget how much his cooking blew hers
out the water) to name a few.
One such skill that their group was surprised to see was Jaune’s ability to be an entertaining Grottoes &
Grimm Gamemaster. The first time Ruby brought Jaune to GM a campaign had him become an instant
favorite. Jaune’s experience playing and hosting games for his many sisters made him an excellent
storyteller who helped bring their tabletop worlds to life. Which led to him being asked to GM for the club
on a few occasions when he was free.

“Good, I just wanted to be extra sure you were free and able to GM my campaign for me,” Blake said.

“By dragging me against my will?” Jaune asked, a slight bit sarcastic.

“Would you have preferred the Xiao Long method?”

“You know Blake, all this standing around is fun but let’s walk and you can tell me more about this
campaign.” Jaune nervously said as he began slowly walking with Blake towards the clubroom. “So
what kind of game are you going with?”

“Just a custom game I made after finding some inspiration,” Blake said, still staying vague and
mysterious as always. “Though when I brought it up to the club, there were some… apprehensions
towards my game.”

“You didn’t make anything weird, right?” Jaune asked, a bit uneasy.

“Of course not. The campaign that inspired me is rather popular, Ember Autumn makes interesting
games. I just decided to take my own spin at it.” Blake said as if the name Ember Autumn was
supposed to explain everything. “I just need the perfect GM to help with the storytelling and naturally
you were the first person I thought of.”

“Wow, well I’m flattered you think that way,” Jaune said, genuinely shocked and glad that he was the
black-haired beauty’s first choice. “So what are Ember Autumn games like? You didn’t tell me what
type of campaign this was.”

“Right, of course!” In a surprising show of emotion, Blake eagerly dug through her bag for something. A
moment later she pulled out a rather thick notebook and dropped it into Jaune’s surprised arms.
“Here’s everything you need. I put a summary on the first few pages. You can read while we walk.

Still speechless, Jaune decided to just open the deceptively heavy book and see what Blake had written
down. Which immediately lasted for about a minute before he slammed the notebook shut. Wide-eyed
and glowing red, Jaune turned back to the secret-faunus.

“Um...Blake,” Jaune struggled to find the right words as he felt his face grow warmer. “Did you...give
me the right book?”

“Did you think I gave you a completely unrelated notebook?” Blake raised a brow.

“Well, it’s just, the stuff written in here can’t be what your campaign is about.” Jaune reasoned, still
trying to forget the words he had previously read.
“Of course it is,” Blake said.

“You can’t be serious!” This time Jaune seriously yelled, pointing at the notebook in his hand.
“There’s no way campaigns like this exist!”

“They do and I don’t appreciate how much you’re judging my idea.” Blake stopped in front of the
blond, arms crossed. “I’ve meticulous thought out and planned everything for weeks. I even made it
easy to read since not everyone shares my appreciation of adult literature.”

“You mean this smut.”

“It is adult literature!”

“Blake, the first page of this thing makes Mistralian manga look tame!” Jaune shouted, not backing
down as he brought her attention to the notebook. “I can’t GM a game like this!”

“Oh, is something like this too above you Jaune?” Blake asked, clear sarcasm in her tone.

“Come on, be serious. This is a joke, right? Did Yang put you up to this?” Jaune asked, almost begging
that the notebook was just a long prank planned out by a certain blonde huntress.

“Jaune, how long have you known me?” Blake asked.

“Around a semester now, I think,” Jaune answered.

“And in that time, when have I not been serious when it comes to books?” And suddenly it became
clear that Blake Belladonna was indeed serious. The same girl who argued that Jaune’s comics were
not literature and appreciated ‘adult literature’ had seriously handed what looked to be a ‘very adult’
campaign to said boy.

“Ok ok, so this isn’t a joke. Still, there is no way you got permission to have a game like...this.” Jaune
said, trying to avoid saying the dreaded word around Blake.

“Oh but I do have permission. Do you know how many games the club had before I finally got a turn?
How many campaigns I had to sit through and finish before I could even get a chance to pitch mine?”
Blake piled on the questions. “Now it’s my turn and as Rule 3 of the G&G club says, if it is my first
campaign anything goes.”

“I doubt this is what your club had in mind when they said anything.” Jaune tried to argue but he could
see he was winning zero ground.

“Well tough luck. It’s my turn to choose a campaign and I chose that one. And you’re going to GM it.”
Blake repeated, arms now uncrossed as she poked Jaune in the chest with her finger. “No Nikos
Fables, no Rose Monster Hunts, this time it’s my turn.”

“I get that, but…” Jaune nervously looked at the book before turning back to Blake. “I don’t think I’m
the right person to GM this for you. I mean clearly, you would want someone who shares your love of…
‘adult literature.’ Not me.”

“But you’re perfect for this. After what you did with Arashi and Kurone in Ninjas…”

Before Blake could get any further she was cut off by a hand suddenly pressing against her mouth. As
the faunus glared at Jaune all she saw was his bright red face as Jaune began looking around the hall.
Seeing the hall was moderately clear of students who could overhear them Jaune released the faunus.

“You promised to never bring up Ninjas of Love and me in the same sentence!” Jaune loudly
whispered.

“I don’t see why you’re so ashamed of it. I would think many would love to be a famous author at such
a young age.” Blake said, not caring to whisper. “What is my campaign too much for you?”

“NoL is my sister’s work, all I did was proofread and maybe help with the worldbuilding a bi...wait, wait
why am I telling you this again!” Looking around the hall again, this time Jaune pleaded with Blake as he
continued to talk. “Look, you promised you wouldn’t speak about this ever. We had a deal.”

“I did and I’m altering our deal. Pray, I don’t alter it further.” Blake said, uncaring of Jaune’s begging.
“I’ll continue to keep your ‘big secret’ if you agree to GM my game for me.”

“Do I even get a choice?”

“Honestly no.” Blake stayed honest. “You’re doing this, or a lot of adoring fans learn who Patty
Berdioler really is.”

And there was the ultimatum, either go through with Blake’s crazy idea for a G&G campaign or
potentially face the fallout of his second biggest secret getting leaked out. Jaune didn’t have the highest
reputation at Beacon, but he didn’t want porn-writer added to the many labels stuck to him even if
people like Blake enjoyed ‘his’ works. Looking to Blake and then the book, Jaune sighed in defeat.

“Does it really have to be me?” Jaune moaned.

Being the good friend that she was, Blake patted the blond on the shoulder. “Jaune. No one but you can
do this.”

At any other time, for any other reason, those words would have made Jaune over the shattered moon
with joy. Now Jaune didn’t know how to feel that he was the only option for this mission Blake had given
him. Left with little choice, Jaune gave a defeated huff before he begrudgingly opened the notebook
again.

“Let me at least...read through this and make sure things aren’t too crazy unbalanced for G&G.” Jaune
sighed as he began looking through the ‘filth’ as Ruby would call it.

“That’s fine. Though, I would like to have the final say on anything you want to change. I don’t want
things to stray too far from my honest vision.” Blake said with a victorious smirk on her face as the two
continued to walk.
“Sure, honest vision,” Jaune mumbled.

“Is there a problem?” Blake asked, bow twitching as she heard every word.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jaune said as he turned another page.

“Just think about all the fun this is going to be Jaune,” Blake said as she led the way. “Maybe my little
game could be a nice inspiration for a new book you can write.”

“Blake let me be honest. If I wrote what was in this, I’d hope it would never see the light of day.” Jaune
said, looking up from Blake’s manual of depravity.

Ignoring his groans, Blake continued to lead the almost-unwilling GM towards the clubroom. Jaune could
complain as much as he wanted, but it didn’t change the fact that Blake had him where she wanted him.
The faunus continued ahead, a Cheshire like grin on her face as couldn’t wait to get her game night
underway.

(Beacon G&G Club Room)

“How did things come to this?” Glynda said, asking no one as she rubbed her temples feeling a
headache arise thanks to her student’s antics.

Her role as the club’s advisor was a simple one, at least compared to all the other duties Glynda had on
her plate. All she really had to do was supervise the club occasionally to make sure a bunch of
superpowered children didn’t tear the room apart with their antics. To Glynda’s surprise, the club was a
rather calm one. Any problems were easily taken care of by the two leaders with less work for the deputy
headmistress to take care of.

It was perfect, she rarely had to do paperwork. Even when she did, all it needed was her signature as
the club leaders seem to have everything planned and taken care of.

Now, however, her perfect break time away from the usual Beacon nonsense ended once Blake got her
turn. Already it felt like Glynda was trading one headache for another. Would this game be worth time
away from Ozpin’s nonsense?

“Not getting cold feet are you Ms. G?” Coco asked the professor as she played in her chair. A smile on
her face as she waited for a certain Blake to return.

“I would suggest you change the topic unless you’re willing to spend the rest of this semester with me
in detention, Ms. Adel.” Glynda threatened, already not in the mood for the fashionista’s antics.

“Hey, it’s not my fault we’re playing Blake’s game.” Coco held up her hands in defense. “The wheel
chose her, remember?” She then pointed to a wall where a large decorated wheel rested.

The Wheel (trademarked) was an invention of one of the club leaders. A simple and fair way to pick who
got to choose the campaign the club ran. The wheel was decorated with the faces of the members, with
a couple of Glynda’s faces that let the teacher choose who’s turn it was. When the club got more
members and more faces were added to the wheel a rule was soon chartered by the club.

Rule 3: If it is a member’s first game, they were allowed to play any kind of campaign they wanted.

The rule existed to give every member creative freedom. A chance for everyone to plan out the
adventure they wanted to play. While it led to some...unique campaigns, it wasn’t much of a problem
until the last round with a certain heiress’ game.

And now Blake was making an effort to create the new most depraved game Glynda had ever seen.

“It still doesn’t mean Ms. Belladonna can take advantage of the rules to promote certain...depravities.
And you could have been more vocal against this type of campaign, Ms. Adel.” Glynda looked sternly at
the second year. She had expected sense out of Coco and for her to speak up against Blake’s game,
not encourage her.

“Are you kidding? I want to see how wild Blakey can get. Plus it’s not like her game could be any more
insane than Ice Queen’s.” Coco lounged back in her seat. Blake’s idea might have been out there but
it didn’t hold a candle to Daddy Issues - The Game as they called the previous campaign.

“Weiss’ game wasn’t...that bad,” Velvet spoke while she finished setting up the food and drinks for
game night. “From what I heard, her campaign was...unique.”

“You weren’t there Bun, you didn’t see the kind of stuff she did first hand.” Coco then shivered.
“Those poor Dust Golems didn’t deserve that.”

“Wasn’t it Kobolds?” Velvet asked while pulling out the drinks.

“Velvet, I try not to remember every sentient species that Princess Glacia ‘negotiated’ with on her
‘noble crusade’ against her corrupt tyrant father.” Coco gestured dramatically as she joined Velvet to
help her with the treats. “Seriously, it’s always the ones you least expect to have a freaky side.”

“It isn’t right to judge others based on...peculiar tastes.” Glynda chastised the girl, struggling herself to
find less harsh words to describe the previous nightmare that had happened in the clubroom.

“Like you don’t give Weissy and Blakey the look during class.” Coco smirked, especially when Glynda
directed a glare her way. “Yeah, that one. Except more ‘I’m judging you’ and less ‘I’m bringing out
the crop.’”

“Would you like both, Ms. Adel?” Glynda asked, her weapon at the ready.

“You promise?”

“Coco!” Velvet said warningly, hoping that her teammate wouldn’t antagonize the teacher further.

“Fine. I’ll be good.” Coco raised her hands in surrender. “Speaking of, don’t we have you to thank for
this Game Night Vel?”
“M-Me?” Velvet asked, her rabbit ears raised in shock.

“You were the tiebreaker Bun-Bun. You could have stood with Ms. G and voted against this kind of
game, but you seemed to change your mind when Blake mentioned a certain blond noodle.” Coco titled
down her shades, smiling at her teammate.

“T-That wasn’t the reason! It was because...Blake’s been doing a good job as club leader and she
never got the chance to play out her own game so…why not let her have her chance?” Velvet tried to
explain her reasonings, flustered and confidence failing against Coco’s teasing gaze. “Her getting
Jaune to GM has nothing to do with it!”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Coco finally said.

“Really?” Velvet said, clearly shocked Coco gave up so easily.

“Yeah, noodle doesn’t do Arc justice. He’s been filling out well. Caught a few peeks during Leadership.
Whatever workout he’s doing is working for him.” Coco said, getting another blush from her favorite
bunny-girl.

“Ms. Adel, have you been harassing more students again?” Glynda asked with a threatening tone.

“Define harass.”

“Coco!” Velvet chimed in again.

“Fine, fine.” Coco left Velvet alone with the treats and retook her seat. “So, do you think Blake can
convince Arc to actually GM this game? Because if not, it would suck to let all this go to waste.” The
fashionista gestured to the spread of chips and dip alongside the pizza resting on the snack table. A
large bowl of punch and plenty of cups as well set along with the appetizing treats.

“I trust that Mr. Arc will be sensible and decide against Ms. Belladonna’s proposal,” Glynda said in a
hopeful tone. “However, you are right. Perhaps we can look through the backlog of campaigns for
tonight. Something more...appropriate for a Beacon Academy club.”

“Boo~.” Coco jeered in disappointment.

“I’ll check the shelf.” Velvet stood up to quickly find a game before her leader could do anything else to
try and earn herself detention for the rest of the year. Unlike Coco, her disappointment was very well
hidden. She wasn’t a fan of the kind of campaign Blake made, but she would be lying if she said she
didn’t think the game could be a potential opportunity for her and a certain blond ‘former noodle as
Coco described him.

However, before Velvet could take out any potential campaigns the clubroom’s door burst open. There
in the doorway was Blake, with an accomplished smile on her face, walking with a bright red-face Jaune
trailing behind her slowly.
“Ladies, we officially have a GM,” Blake said, patting the defeated Jaune on the back. “Our good friend
Jaune has agreed to host a most wonderful and perilous adventure that I have prepared for us.”

“Right, good friend,” Jaune whispered before sighing. At this point, he didn’t care if Blake could hear
his silent complaints, said catgirl was too busy hyping up her campaign with that victorious smug look on
her face. “Question, how did Blake manage to get permission for something like...this?”

“By exploited and manipulating the rules that she made herself,” Glynda said, arms folded as she gave
a stern look to Blake.

“The rules made by Ruby and I, as club leaders, are both fair and just. There haven't been any
complaints about the rules yet.” Blake reminded the stern professor. “We even had them notarized,
though if you want to put in the paperwork we can have them changed.”

“I would rather you not add to my ever-growing workload, Ms. Belladonna.” Glynda adjusted her
glasses in warning.

“Then you have no other objections?” Blake asked, clearly not falling for Glynda’s threat.

In any other situation, Glynda might have put her foot down. Snipe Blake’s plans in the bud before they
could ever bear fruit. However, that definitely involves a few nights of paperwork, something that the
deputy headmistress did not need during a busy event like the Vytal Festival. So with a heavy heart,
Glynda merely let out a tired sigh and walked to grab a cup of punch before sitting down in her seat.

“Anything you have planned does not leave this room,” Glynda said before taking a drink in defeat.

“Then, to quote the mighty Valkyria, this is happening.” Blake’s smirk only grew as she took her seat
before gesturing for Jaune to sit at the head of the table. “Now, do you all have your Character Sheets
ready? It would be a shame to have to use Rule 11 so early.”

“Yeah, we got everything all filled out while you were out GM hunting,” Coco spoke as she pulled out a
G&G sheet for all to see. “I got to say, these are the most unique custom sheets I’ve ever seen.”

“I do my best. So, would these help you with...the thing?” Blake asks, hope evident in her tone.

“Oh, these are more than helpful,” Coco said, though she had to hold a hand up before Blake could
squeal in excitement. “But it’s going to take a while to get the thing ready. Especially if you plan to have
more people join in like I know you’re planning.”

“How long is a while?” Blake asked.

“Depending on how many, three days. Maybe a week.” Coco pondered aloud. “These are pretty
detailed sheets. Means I’ll have to gather a lot of supplies if you want the thing to be fantastic.”

“Darn,” Blake deflated a bit.

“Do I need to ask what you two are planning?” Glynda gave the two schemers a look.
“Nothing too bad Ms. G. Just a little fun project for the club to help with the immersion is all.” Coco
reasoned with the professor. “It all follows Club Rules. I got the OK from Blakey herself.”

“You do know that doesn’t paint a good picture for either of you,” Glynda said to the fashionista.

“It’s all for the fun of the club. I even got Ruby’s permission for it too. It’s all good, sweet, and
wholesome.” Coco said.

“Is that so Ms. Adel?” Glynda said sternly.

“I swear on my summer wardrobe.” Coco crossed her heart.

“Summer wardrobe?” Jaune asked, finally getting an excuse to look away from the campaign manual.”

“It’s where Coco keeps most of her favorite clothes. Some of them she made herself.” Velvet chimed in
to explain. “She’s very protective of it. It takes up a large part of the team’s closet and no one is
allowed to touch in or face the end of Coco’s purse. Even when said wardrobe is more than half of the
team’s space.” The bunny-girl gave an annoyed look at her leader.

“We divided our spaces equally. You, Fox, and Yatsu know I need the space for all my precious
babies.” Coco countered back. “Like how you have a special drawer that no one is allowed to open.
You know, the one you have filled with…”

In a flash, Velvet’s palm was over Coco’s mouth as she looked to the rest of the room with a blush on
her face.

“L-let’s start game night! We have everything ready, so why don’t we just drop this whole conversation
about wardrobes and kill some Grimm!” Velvet nervously smiled, cheeks aflame as she desperately
tried to end the clothing conversation.

“Then your character sheet is also finished, Velvet?” Blake asked.

“R-Right! I have it right here!” Velvet quickly let go of Coco to grab the paper for her fellow faunus.

Coco, meanwhile, just rolled her eyes behind her shades at her teammate’s nervousness as she turned
back to her favorite teacher. “So Ms. G, do you have one ready too? Planning on joining us or just
enjoying the punch all night?”

“The campaign recommended teams of four, so yes I am participating.” Glynda adjusted her glasses as
she pulled out a character sheet. “There has to be someone here to enforce order amongst you and Ms.
Belladonna.”

“Kinky.”

“Care to repeat that Ms. Adel?”

“I said, kind of you to join us, Ms. G! It’s always fun to play with you.” Coco corrected herself, in fear of
pressing the teacher’s buttons too much.

“Of course.” Glynda then turned to Blake. “So do we pass them to you for evaluation Ms. Belladonna?”
Since there was no stopping this game, she might as well do her best to keep the chaos at a minimum.
Club Advisor for the G&G club definitely ranks higher than a night of grading papers.

“More to both Jaune and I. He’s the GM, I’m just making sure he knows everything he needs to better
run the campaign.” Blake said as she accepted the sheet from the teacher.

“Enjoy the read then. I’m sure you’ll like this one.” Coco pulled down her shades to wink at Blake as
she handed her character sheet over.

Velvet meanwhile was silent, blush still visible on her face as she hesitantly gave her sheet over to
Blake.

Sheets in hand, Blake quickly read through them. A stoic look stayed on Blake’s face as she skimmed
through lines, careful not to show any reaction to the other women at the table. Satisfied, she then
brought the papers, plus her own, towards Jaune so that he could also take a look.

“Think you can do a good job?” Blake asked the reluctant GM as he slowly went through all four
characters. “Do you need me to better explain anything?”

“I found everything explained thanks to this book of yours, unfortunately.” Jaune soon finished reading
before passing the sheets back to Blake. “I think I should be able to make an attempt at...whatever this
is supposed to be.”

“Don’t worry, you’re a natural. Just follow my notes and do your thing.” Blake accepted the papers
back before leaving.

“You’re not going to metagame, are you? Or throw me some kind of weird curveballs?” Jaune quickly
asked.

“Jaune, I am offended. I would never do anything that could potentially ruin this for anyone else.” Blake
spoke seriously. “I will be playing my part well. As long as someone does a good job as GM.”

“Ok ok, I get it.” Jaune allowed Blake to leave so that she could return the papers to their owners.

“If you two are done. Ms. Belladonna, allow Mr. Arc to perform his role. You did argue a lot for him to
GM, let him do his job the way he wants to.” Glynda said after refilling her cup.

Once everyone had their character sheets and manuals ready, plus whatever snacks and drinks they
could fit on their plates, they were finally prepared to begin the first session of Blake’s custom
campaign. All eyes and ears were at the head of the table as Jaune got all his tools ready, a large
notebook opens as he turned to the girls.

Taking a moment to clear his throat, Jaune soon slipped into his role and began setting the stage.
You will arrive along the Old Road.

(Old Road)

The Road winds with a treacherous, serpent-like suggestion through the corrupted Grimmlands. Leading
only, I fear, to ever more troubling places. There is a deep corruption in the ancient pitted cobbles of the
old road and on its suggestive path, you will face viciousness, violence, and perhaps other depraved and
filthy acts. So steel yourself and remember: there can be no bravery without harsh adversity. That old
road will take you to perverted hells, but in that dark seductive abyss, we will find our redemption.

In the late afternoons, waiting outside a lone horse-drawn carriage was a young man. A man with short,
slightly messy-looking blond hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes clad in a rather expensive-looking black
suit. A crest showing two golden arcs decorated the side of the suit, showing that he was of the Arc
lineage.

Pulling out his pocket watch, the young man continued to count the minutes away as he waited patiently
for the ones he requested. Nervousness was barely hidden as millions of thoughts ran through his head.

The road he was about to travel on was not a popular one. Whether due to its poor maintenance,
frequent bandit attacks, or its closeness to the Grimmland’s more dangerous spots, most travelers
wisely chose not to go down the path of the Old Road. Of course, there was always the threat of danger
when one travels beyond the walls of safety, but the Old Road was infamous for its lack of security.

Regardless of the risks, it was also the fastest route the Arc needed to take to reach his destination. So,
dangers or not, he would have to take the Old Road if he wanted to make it back in record time. Which
was why he thought ahead and posted a request for a Huntress Team before he planned to leave the
frontier town.

Now all he needed to do was wait and hope some huntresses would show up before it got too dark to
safely travel.

So wound up by his worries and thoughts, the Arc didn’t notice a group approach him until he felt a
steel-clad hand pat him on the back making him jump slightly. Turning around, he Arc gave a sigh of
relief seeing a colorful group of four and not some bandits who boldly snuck into town.

“You all are huntresses here for my request?” The Arc asked the group.

“Well, that would depend if you’re the one we’re looking for.” The one wearing armor, clearly the one
that startled him if the grin on her face was any clue, spoke as she held up a parchment with a familiar
pair of golden arcs visible. “Have to make sure we have the right person, you know?”

“Right, of course.” The Arc nodded his head, familiar with huntress protocol. “I’m the one that put in a
request at the closest guild for a group of huntresses to escort me back to my home. Plus a bit extra as
well.”

“Matches so far. Can we get the name of the guy who’s ballsy enough to go down that Old Road at this
time of day?” The armored woman asked.

“Y-You shouldn’t be interrogating our client.” One of the other huntresses tried to stop the armored
one.

“It’s ok. I believe introductions are in order.” The Arc gave the group a quick bow in respect. “I am
Jaune of House Arc. I’m grateful to you all for answering my request.”

“Hmm, I guess we can help you out even if you might not be the smartest client out there.” The armored
huntress sauntered over to the blond, uncaring if her words sounded like insults. “Still, I like a guy who
can promise excitement and profit, so you’ve got yourself a huntress. Gucci Vanille, your humble
Crusader of the Belladonna Church.”

Humble was what she called herself, but just a single look of Gucci said anything but. Confidence oozed
from the huntress as she seemed to pull all eyes towards her. And her apparel definitely helped with
that.

Gucci was a moderately tall woman, with flawless fair skin seemingly out of place for someone like her.
She had short hair, lightly touching her shoulders, that was split into two colors. Red on one side and
white on the other, the slight black tones peeking from her roots told Jaune that both were obviously not
her natural color. As expected of a Crusader, she was dressed in armor. A custom-forged steel
breastplate that curved around her generously buxom chest. A red cross in the center between the
armor’s “cleavage.” Underneath the armor, a sleeveless black top could be seen. Below the protective
piece lay a short black skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs and steel-covered boots matching the
gloves she had on. Strapped to Gucci’s side, Jaune could spy a sword kept in its sheath while the
Crusader also had a wrapped battle standard harnessed to her back, possibly a symbol representing the
Church as well as her patron goddess.

*A mighty sword arm anchored by holy purpose - a zealous warrior!*

Crusader - Gucci Vanille (Coco Adel)

Race: Human
Clothes: ‘Noble’ Crusade: Decorative Breastplate (2/2), Black Skirt (1/1), Armored Boots
Lingerie: Feminine: Lacey Brown Bra (1/1), Slim Brown Panties (1/1)
Weapons:
Longsword (4 Melee Damage)
Battle Standard
Traits:
Perverted (Affects Dynamic Rolls, +20 to rolls, but a chance to initiate conflict if failed)
Strong (Coin flip when clearing debris without a Shovel)

“Humble?” Velvet gave a questioning look to her team leader.

“Hey, I’m very humble! I already know I’m gorgeous, so why bother telling everyone else when they
can clearly see it too.” Coco said, wish her humbled wisdom. “And speaking of humble, did you really
base that NPC on yourself Arc?”

“I didn’t design anything in this. Blake?” Jaune turned to ask the catgirl the question.

“Well, for this story to work I needed an average, if not dorky guy to play the main male. Someone that
anyone could put their shoes in. Naturally, I thought of you.” Blake explained her logic.

“But why does he have my name?” Jaune asked again.

“Because Ark sounded too plain, so I decided just to keep things simple. Now back to the game, we still
have three more faces to introduce.” Blake gestured for the GM to continue, eager to get back into the
story.

“Fine.” Jaune sighed as he continued with the meeting.

“Feel free to ignore her for the most part. They seemed to have not properly educated or disciplined her
at that supposedly Holy Order.” One of the other huntresses, wearing a peculiar mask, spoke as she
stood off to the side by herself.

“Hey, I was taught plenty. I just have what you’d call, selective learning.” Gucci turned to her
companion.

“Selective learning?”

“They teach me things, but I can only learn what I want to pay attention to. I know, it’s a curse.” Gucci
said, crocodile tears flowing down her face.

“I see. Maybe I should open up your skull and see if I can fix what’s ailing you.” The masked woman
spoke, a dangerous edge to her tone.

“Are you threatening me with a good time?” Gucci smirked as she stared down her ‘ally’ with no sense
of fear.

“I would hope this ‘Selective Learning’ is only relevant to your PC and not how you take to your studies
Ms. Adel. I may actually have to go through with my words.” Glynda starred from across the table at
Coco.

“Course not Ms. G. I take all my classes very seriously.” Coco smiled, happy to get a reaction out of her
favorite teacher.

“Can we not have in-party fighting before we start the mission?” Velvet asked.

“I don’t know. I think I would be very interested in seeing which of you would win in the fight. Of course,
we would need a proper place to do it, not in the middle of a station.” Blake said, catching herself at the
end.

“Knowing you, you’d suggest some mud outside of town they could wrestle in,” Jaune spoke up,
sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Wait, can you do that? You’re the GM, can you? Please? I’d totally respect you if you started us off
with mud wrestling.” Coco stood up from her seat with excitement.

“Ms. Adel, curb your enthusiasm. And Mr. Arc, do not give Ms. Adel or Ms. Belladonna any more
depraved ideas for Brothers’ sake.” Glynda warned the table before taking another drink from her cup.

“Right, sorry. Since you two had that whole...conversation, why don’t you go next Professor?” Jaune
offered.

“I suppose I must. Anything to get us past this...distraction.” Glynda said.

“Love you too Ms. G.” Coco called back, enjoying her drink as well.

“That question doesn't deserve a response.” The masked woman sighed. “Now, putting the ‘Holy
Knight’ aside, I am Abigail Blackthorn. I’m a Scholar from the Lumen University, so I’ll be sure to keep
you and everyone here in one piece as we reach our destination.

The Lumen University was a mysterious place, few have even heard of it yet their doctors were
sometimes uncommon sights around Huntress Guilds. Scholars who travel across the Grimmlands,
studying the corruption as well as the Grimm born from it. Well, any Grimm they didn’t immediately slay.
Abigail looked to be a textbook example of what one might expect a doctor of this esteem and secretive
academy to look like.

Abigail was dressed from head to toe, a common tactic of Scholars to fully cover themselves to avoid
contamination by the corruption that they studied. A long black robe clung to Abigail’s rather full and
voluptuous frame as it draped down to the ground, the fabric almost seeming like second skin along her
massive chest, wide childbearing hips, and large rear. The robe was slightly reinforced, with leather
padding and shoulders for further protection. Beneath the surgical robes, long black surgical gloves
covered Abigail’s hands and arms matching the long black stockings that cover her plump thighs as
they led up the skirt of her robes from the leathered boots she wore. Like many in her profession, an
ornate crowlike mask hid her face along with her black hood that helped conceal her face.

That is until she took down her hood and removed her mask for introductions’ sake allowing Jaune to
see her face. A pale-skinned beauty with sharp green eyes behind a pair of oval glasses and light
golden hair packed in a small bun, with a single curl down the side of her face only adding to her
bewitching beauty. Clearly, she wore a mask because her gaze was the weapon and not the sheathed
blade or pouch of unknown weapons resting across her large hips.

*What better laboratory than the corruption-soaked battlefield?*

Grimm Scholar - Abigail Blackthorn (Glynda Goodwitch)

Race: Human
Clothes: Herbology - Plague Doctor Mask, Protective Dark Surgeon Robes (1/1), Robe Skirt (1/1), Boots
Lingerie: Time Saver: Chest Bandages (1/1), White Panties (1/1)
Weapons:
Crude Surgical Knife (3 Melee Damage)
Explosive Satchels (3 Ranged Damage)
Traits:
Cautious (Less likely to be ambushed, but stunned the first turn if pinned)
Thicc (Best of both worlds, easier to target both top and bottom)
Stoic (Takes less Lust & Corruption damage)

“I have to say, Mr. Arc, you paint a rather...vivid picture of what I have created.” Glynda coughed
slightly, trying to hide the slight pink that had formed around her cheeks after listening to Jaune’s
description.

“Sorry, apparently it’s something I have to do. Sorry if I said something that upsets anyone” Jaune
quickly apologized, hoping to not upset the strict disciplinarian.

“I am not upset, just very surprised. You have an...impressive way with words.” Glynda said.

“It’s why I chose him for GM. Ruby really talked up his worldbuilding skills.” Blake said, giving a wink to
Jaune.

“Speaking of that, Ms. G’s character just blew mine out the water. Did you model Abigail after real
life?” Coco asked the professor.

“Would you rather have detention and community service until your graduation, Ms. Adel?” Glynda
warned the second year.

“I’ll be good.” Coco held her hands in surrender. “Can’t say the same about Gucci though. Gotta play
my role.”

“So long as it only extends to the campaign and not reality.” Glynda sighed, knowing that was the best
she was going to get from the fashionista. Luckily her drink was helping with the small headache Coco
was giving her.

“I guess, I should go next. To help move things along!” Velvet quickly volunteered, looking through her
notes as she began to slip into character

“I-I apologize for Gucci, Master Arc. Some members of the Church can be a little much but not every
huntress under Belladonna’s guidance is like that.” One of the unnamed huntresses, a nun, gave Jaune
a low bow as she spoke.
“No, it’s fine. There happens to be an Abbey in the village I live in with a few, eccentric types. Nothing
I’m not used to.” Jaune said to the formal huntress. “And Jaune is fine. No need for any titles.”

“Hey, I happen to be one of the funner members of the Church. Not like our shy little Sister here.” Gucci
said, smacking the bashful nun on the rear causing her to jump in surprise. “You should be more
adventurous. Take a break from all those verse readings and have fun like Belladonna would have
wanted.”

“I h-have my duties I need to perform. I can’t just shirk them.” The nun said, taking steps away from the
Crusader ‘less she was harassed again. Reminded of their client, she turned back to Jaune with a bow
and a blush. “I’m sorry Master Arc! I’ve completely forgotten my manners! I haven’t even introduced
myself!”

“It’s fine. Gucci looks like she’d be a handful for anyone.” Jaune said, ignoring the kissing gestures the
Crusader gave the two. The blond gentleman then took the nun’s hand and pulled her from her bow.
“Let’s start over then. I’m Jaune Arc, Jaune is fine. I’m not much for any fancy titles.”

“O-Of course, my apologies Mas-Mr. Arc.” The sister stayed formal, though at least going with a less
formal title. “I am Carmen, Carmen Lop. I hail from the Belladonna Church as well. I’ve come to bring
you the goddess’ protection along this journey.”

“I feel safer already.” Jaune smiled, oblivious at how Carmen’s face turned red after his compliments
as he kissed her hand in gratitude.

The bashful bunny was a beautiful sight, even while wearing the cloth of the church. Large brown eyes,
fair skin, and long black hair flowing out of the veil that rested on her head. Two black rabbit ears
dropped down as well, almost blending in with her hair. The religious tunic wrapped around her body,
somehow accentuating her many curves. The golden cross she wore around her neck rested perfectly
centered over her healthily massive breasts. The tunic somehow miraculously kept closed by a large
white belt decorated in symbols of the church, the skirt flowing down still clinging two her large hips and
generously gifted buns with slits at the side for easier movement in combat. From those slits, her legs
poked out. Long stockings digging into a pair of plump and sinfully beautiful thighs with a pair of leather
shoes to finish the look.

Somehow the white cottontail poking out the habit, which would normally be cute if it was not giving
more attention to the nun’s fully stacked rear. A bound book was also hanging from her belt, next to a
mace that he could see strapped to a harness around her leg.

*A sister of battle - pious and unrelenting!*

Vestal - Carmen Lop (Velvet Scarlatina)

Race: Faunus (Rabbit)
Clothes: Holy Garments: Black Veil, Black Tunic (1/1), Black Skirt (1/1), Shoes
Lingerie: Pure and Innocent: White Bra (1/1), White Panties (1/1)
Weapons:
Holy Mace (3 Melee Damage)
Holy Magic (3 Magic Damage)
Traits:
Hyper-Sensitive (Takes more Lust & Corruption damage)
Thicc (Best of both worlds, easier to target than teammates)

“Well someone went all out,” Coco smirked, giving a knowing look to the girl sitting next to her.

“I just went with the standard Belladonna church stuff. I didn’t do anything that special.” Velvet said
quickly, avoiding eye contact with the fashionista.

“I don’t remember the church clothes being that modest. Shouldn’t be something sexier, this is
Goddess Belladonna we’re talking about.” Coco thought aloud. “Then again, your buns make up for
that.”

“You can’t judge me for what I picked!” Velvet said, already wanting to be done with the conversation.

“So what is this Belladonna thing and why does Blake have a church named after her?” Jaune asked,
out of curiosity as well as wanting to give the poor bunny-girl a break from her friend’s teasing.

“Oh, just one of the gods the club created that we use in a lot of games. Belladonna, the goddess of
Balance, War, Love, and Fertility. You know the usual shtick.” Coco explained. “Kind of stuck after a
few campaigns and Blakey has no problems with it.”

“I find it flattering,” Blake said with an amused grin on her face. “And I know you like it because of all
the bonuses it gives you.”

“Bonuses?” Jaune raised a brow.

“Some nice charisma points and the ability to lay hands on the wonderful maidens in the tavern,” Coco
said.

“My full approval.” Blake gave the girl a thumbs up.

“Can we just...continue?” Jaune asked, already regretting his first question as he went back to Velvet.

“R-Right, I just need some rolls for m-Carmen’s reaction to the kiss! She’s new to that kind of
affection.” Velvet said, flushed cheeks aplenty.

“Oh right! I guess dynamic rolls would be a thing. Let me consult the smu-I mean the rulebook.” Jaune
said, already feeling a glare from a certain black-haired maiden in the room.

“P-Please, no! I-It is my duty as a h-huntress and servant o-of Belladonna to aid those i-in need! You
n-needed not t-thank me for simply d-doing my duty.” Carmen stammered her words, her face nearly
flashing red as she struggled to keep upright. Eventually, Jaune let go of her hand and already she was
beginning to mix the extra warmth.

“Well when you get done giving our little bunny here a heart attack, we still have the dark and gloomy
kitty hanging in the back.” Gucci got the pair’s attention, clearly enjoying their interactions.

“They were having a moment. It felt rude to interrupt.” The final huntress said, an amused smirk on her
face. “You weren’t what I was expecting at all, Mr. Arc.”

“And what were you expecting?” Jaune asked.

“Seeing as you’re hiring huntresses to help you down a dangerous road, late in the night in such a
hurry, I’d have thought this was some kind of trap or scheme.” The woman spoke with harsh honesty.
“Though, you seem too much like a kind and honest type to try anything.”

“If you’re worried about me not staying to my word, don’t be. An Arc never goes back on his word. And
I don’t think I would be a match for any of you honestly.” Jaune said, joking at the end.

“You sure left Carmen weak in the knees though.” The woman jokes, ignoring the nun’s flustered
denials. “It’s not like the Grimm are the only things huntresses need to look out for. You wouldn’t be
the first trying to hire a huntress for...more than honest jobs.”

“W-Well this job is an honest one!” Jaune blushed, quickly waving his hands in embarrassment. “I
wouldn’t waste your time if it wasn’t important. And I would have more to offer you all after we get to
our destination. I would never risk your well beings and chastities over a fool’s errand.”

“You say that like any of us are chaste.” Gucci giggled.

“G-Gucci! That’s not appropriate!” Carmen argued with the crash crusader.

“Oh come on, I know the whole oath of celibacy isn’t a thing for the Church. Unless…you’ve been
saving yourself for someone special~.” Gucci looked the nun up and down with a knowing smile. “Oh,
that’s adorable.”

“Must you go and make everything so perverse?” Abigail asked the girl.

“Just trying to liven the mood. What, did you not have any wild parties at that school of yours?” Gucci
turned to the doctor.

“That is none of your business.”

“You poor thing~. Maybe I should take you two to a tavern and show you two a proper night on the
town.”

Seeing the three currently busy with their bickering, the lone huntress simply rolled her eyes and looked
back to the embarrassed blond heir. As fun as it was to mess with everyone, they did have a mission to
finish before it got too dark and dangerous to even leave town.
“You don’t seem to be a liar, actually you’re too honest if anything.” The woman relented. “Naive, but I
guess it’s nice to see people like you still exist in these times. Fine, you have yourself a huntress so
long as your promise of pay is good. I’m Selene. Selene Noire.” The now named Selene offered a
handshake that Jaune accepted.

Selene was no less a beauty compared to her companions, a dangerous kind of beauty. Long black
wavy hair flowing down her back, matching a pair of cute cat ears poking out the top, and contrasting
well against her pale skin. She also had unique catlike eyes, one yellow and one blue.

The faunus was the most uniquely dressed of the group, not so much as a dutiful protector or symbol of
some organization. If anything, Selene dressed similarly to a bandit or other similar ruffians. A large
tanned overcoat wrapped over her body, a purple scarf tucked underneath, and only buttoned enough to
cover her modest chest, leaving her midriff bare for all to see. From how much skin Jaune could see, it
looked like the huntress might not be wearing a shirt underneath. Down below were probably the tightest
jeans, almost certainly painted over Selene’s skin, as they hugged her slender frame and curved over
her large, perfectly perky bubble butt. A long black cat tail only pulling more attention to her luxurious
rear. Her jeans were worn and torn in several places, one leg missing completely showing a shapely leg
with a pouch strapped to her thigh housing a knife. A holster containing a gun strapped to her shapely
hips on the other side. Finishing off the huntress’s attire was a pair of black steel-toed boots, no less
deadly than the weapons she carried.

*Elusive, evasive, persistent - righteous traits for a rogue.*

Highwayman - Selene Noire (Blake Belladonna)

Race: Faunus (Feline)
Clothes: Streetwalker: Purple Scarf, Black Overcoat (1/1), Worn Jeans (1/1), Boots
Lingerie: Favorite Color: Black Bra (1/1), Black Risque Panties (1/1)
Weapons:
Bandit Knife (4 Melee Damage)
Six-Round Pistol (4 Range Damage)
Traits:
Stoic (Takes less Lust & Corruption damage)
Apple-Bottomed (+10 on rolls targeting lower body/Increased Lust and Corruption Damage. Attacks on
upper body have a chance to miss on a Coin Flip)

“Blakey’s characters still follow a certain trend I see,” Coco said, smiling at Blake from across the table.

“I just enjoy consistency,” Blake said nonchalantly as she took a sip of punch. “Though I’m happy
Jaune was able to put it into such wonderful words.”

“Your sheet was...oddly specific about it,” Jaune said, avoiding eye contact with the two girls. “I still find
it weird that this is something I have to do every time.”

“Oh but you make it sound like words of poetry. Most other huntsmen might have just rambled on and
on about the Bellabooty without even focusing on Blakey’s other gifts.” Coco said with Blake nodding in
agreement. “Just shows that you’re a man of culture.”

“T-Thanks, I guess?” Jaune said, not sure if that was a compliment.

“Just ignore Coco, she’ll stop eventually once she gets bored.” Velvet promised the GM.

“Good luck with that Vel. I have a feeling I’ll have ammo for the entire night and then some.” Coco then
prepared her scroll. “So since we’re done, can I roll to start…”

“Behave, Ms. Adel, we still have a whole campaign to finish,” Glynda said.

“Fine. Just one thing though,” Coco then pulled up her dice-rolling app and started to roll. “Does a 70
count as a success?”

“A success towards what?” Jaune asked. “And the answer is yes.”

“Well…” Light flickered mischievously off Coco’s shades.

Before Jaune could thank Selene for her support, he shrieked and jumped when he felt something
smacked him against his rear. Quickly turning around, all he saw was Gucci waving a hand. Obviously,
the one who had just molested him.

“I don’t have issues with you flirting with us all night, but if you want to get to this village before the next
day we better get going,” Gucci suggested. “You do have a coach prepared for us right? Or did we
have to bring our own wheels?”

“I’ve secured a carriage already. Everything is prepared, it’s just waiting on us.” Jaune said, pointing
over to a stagecoach nearby labeled: Caffeine Express.

“Then let’s head on out shall we, Mr. Arc?” Gucci winked as she sauntered her way over to board the
stagecoach.

Sighing to herself, Abigail said nothing as she pulled her hood up and put on her mask before moving to
board the carriage herself. Hopefully, the lustful crusader would see fit to mess with her church friend or
their client the whole trip rather than annoy her.

Their earlier conversation over, Selene decided to follow the stoic doctor as she left Jaune to grab a seat
on the carriage.

The last of the group, Carmen gave Jaune an apologetic look as she lingered to walk with him to the
carriage. Sighing to himself, the heir accepted the nun’s help as he walked with her so that they could
both board the stagecoach and be on their way. Once everyone was seated and secure, Jaune gave a
signal to the coachman so that they could begin their journey.
“So was that roll necessary?” Jaune asked the fashionista.

“Very. I didn’t want to waste my free action on that.” Coco explained, still happy about the blond GM’s
reaction to her roll.

“Free action?”

“As a follower of Belladonna, I get to make a free action without rolls. So long as the action fits with the
goddess’ goals.” Coco said, holding up her copy of the manual. “Says so in the rulebook.”

“And what are these goals?” Jaune asked, hesitant to dive back into reading Blake’s depraved
writings.

“I’ll show you later, but for now you have an encounter to narrate.” Blake reminded the GM.

The journey out of town was a simple affair. The stagecoach left the safety of the walls and was well on
its way through the Old Road despite a few warnings from the town guards. The driver, an average male
with messy green hair, kept the horse and coach under control as he continued towards his destination.

Of course, the Grimmlands are filled with many dangers. The Old Road especially so. On a normally
unmanned and unprotected path like this, it was common for transports to run into dangers or be taken
off the path. And this evening was no different.

As the driver did his job, he was met with whispers in his ears. Quiet, seductive whispers that tempted
him to lead himself and his passengers off the old beaten path and into the forest towards what kind of
things waited in the corrupted woods. Eyes becoming blank, the driver tried to snap out of his trance as
he ordered the horses to run faster and leave the dangerous woods quicker.

Thus the wild ride began, the man going in and out of his trance as he whipped the horses to gain
speed. Uncaring of what the decrepit road was doing to the coach as the man fought to keep to the road
and not shoot straight towards the closest Grimm lair sweetly calling his name. To drop off the team of
fertile huntresses to the Grimm’s dark clutches.

Eventually, coming up to a sharp turn, the driver suddenly snapped out of his trances and tried to control
the stagecoach as it struggled to make the turn.

Damage from riding along the unkempt road soon took its toll on the old wagon as a wheel suddenly
cracked and broke free from the coach. Unable to regain control, the Caffeine Express would careen off
the path and would crash along the Old Road. The coach now wrecked, the spooked horses were now
free and ran off away from the wreckage. The driver, still unharmed somehow, ran off into the woods
possibly to follow the whispers that had tried to lead him away from his destination.

With the lone wreckage, it suddenly shifted as damaged doors were knocked away by an armored hand.

Out of the abandoned coach, the four huntresses and their client were surprisingly unharmed despite the
severe and hard crash they had endured. Free of the wreck, Abigail and Carman began to check anyone
for any possible injuries as Gucci and Selene decided to gather what they could from the broken
stagecoach.

“Well thank the RNGoddesses for that. We seriously crashed that bad and got out just fine?” Coco
asked the GM.

“You didn’t just pass, you all got an Epic Pass for it.” Jaune showed them the roll results as proof.
“Just for that, not only did everyone come out of that crash unharmed but you all get extra stuff from the
wreck because I’m nice.”

“Just means you have a reason to fuck us over later,” Coco commented.

“Must you put it in such vulgar terms, Ms. Adel?” Glynda asked.

“Good rolls are always followed by disastrous ones. Remember the Princess Glacia campaign? The
Goblin Keep?” Coco said to the stern teacher.

“Unfortunately.” Glynda sighed as she took a long sip of her punch.

“Seriously, what is this Glacia thing?” Jaune raised a brow.

“Something that you don’t need to worry about. Now, you’re supposed to be starting our first mission
and rolling for difficulty.” Blake said, immediately ignoring Jaune’s question to get back to the game.
“Unless we should talk about other things.”

“All right, all right, I get it. Let me roll to decide your fates.” Jaune sighed, taking Blake’s threats to mind
as he rolled his dice app to see how rough their first adventure will be. ‘Well, guess Coco jinxed them.
2/10, a very difficult quest. Now I just have to come up with a decent start.’

“You sure know how to keep a girl entertained. Not even a full hour on the road and we’ve hit our first
roadblock.” Gucci joked as she fished out their bags from the wreck. “You didn’t skip out on finding a
good driver did you?”

“He’s a very reliable man. He’s used to transporting people in and out of Veil. Though, it was his first
venture on this path.” Jaune answered as Carmen was checking him over dutifully for injuries seeing as
he was the most at risk with his lack of aura. “A treacherous road like this must have been too much. I
only hope he’s ok, wherever he is.”

“Before we worry about our coachman, we should worry about making it to our destination,” Abigail
called their attention. “How far is the village?”

“Judging from the markers, we’re not too far,” Jaune answered, pointing to the wooden posts that
occasionally littered the paths. “If we keep to the side paths we should be able to make it to Veil before
sundown.”

“That will have to do. We’ve only minimal provisions and I doubt any of us brought much in the way of
torches. We would be fools to try and spend the night in the Grimmlands unprepared.” The Doctor
crossed her arms. “The best plan would be to move as fast as we can.”

“I thought you science-folk love it out here?” Gucci raised a brow. “Having second thoughts?”

“You could always go out and be a distraction for all the Grimm running about whilst we travel to safety.
We’ll be sure to send a rescue team after you, but if not your sacrifice will be remembered.” Abigail
fired back.

“Fun as it is watching the Church and the University debate, we should get going. We’re wasting
sunlight.” Selene reminded the group.

“I could make some light with my miracles.” Carmen offered, with her religious text at the ready.

“Best save that just in case we run into trouble.” Taking a piece of debris from the wreck, Selene took
out a lighter from her coat and lit it to make a makeshift torch. Without any prompting, she handed the
source of light to their client. “You know the way. Lead on and we’ll do our jobs.”

“Right,” Jaune said holding the torch and pointing ahead. “That way is the quickest. Only dangers out
besides any Grimm might be bandits though.”

“Oh, you mean more action?” Gucci asked in excitement.

“We’re on a bodyguard mission, not a crusade.” Carmen reminded her church friend.

“Aw, why can’t it ever be both?” Gucci jokingly asked, seeing the dull look on the sister’s face.
“Seriously, when we get to this town I need to see about getting you laid. Lead the way, Mr. J.”

Once they were finished with the crusader’s antics, everyone got into a decent formation around their
blond client. The armored huntress, Gucci, immediately volunteered to lead the pack as she took point.
Rolling her eyes, Selene decided to keep the lecherous crusader company in the front as well. Behind
Jaune, Carmen stood at his side, almost clinging to the heir as she kept her eyes and ears open for any
dangers. At the very back of the party was Abigail, the doctor very much used to traversing the
Grimmlands despite others thinking her mask would hinder her in vision.

The group continued to walk, following Jaune’s words as he helped light their path. That is until Selene
quickly got everyone to stop moving, pushing Jaune back so that their light wouldn’t reach any further
ahead. Before anyone could protest, Selene pointed ahead and everyone quickly saw why she had them
stop.

Their coach was not the first travesty on the Old Road this night, as they all spied another wrecked
stagecoach just ahead. And among the damage, they could see a woman rummaging through the
destroyed transport.

A lone bandit, typical brigand that can be found among the dangerous lands of Remnant. While the
woman may be alone, that didn’t mean she was any less dangerous. Especially when they could see a
pair of rather sharp swords nearby.
From what they could make out, the woman had tattered clothes showing their age or lack of care. An
old torn red coat unbuttoned to show a lack of any bra underneath and simple ripped-up shorts. On the
back of the coat, they could see the symbol of a two-headed raven. The bandit didn’t seem to notice
them yet as she was still digging for any valuables she could find.

“You stopped us for just one bandit?” Gucci whispered back to the faunus.

“When there is one, usually there are a dozen nearby.” Selene reminded her.

“Perhaps she’s a straggler or a scout. Maybe she’s the one who caused the crashes, or possibly
she’s an oaf on her own trying to steal some treasures for herself before going back to her fellow
brigands.” Abigail said, obvious disgust in her voice. “Either way, if we can ambush her first we could
learn how many other brigands are with her.”

“But what are bandits doing close to a village. Wouldn’t they be afraid of any huntresses patrolling?”
Carmen asked.

“Patrols don’t go down the Old Road. Any attempts to turn it into a proper path have always ended in
disaster so those plans were quickly canceled.” Jaune explained. “Bandits have pretty much taken it
over. It’s why transports rarely go down this path.”

“Unless they’re desperate like a certain someone we know.” Gucci looked at their client.

“Before you can be...yourself, we need to deal with our friend there before she gets away or calls for
backup,” Abigail said.

“Piece of cake. I got this.” Gucci said, separating from the group before they could say anything.

With a surprising amount of stealth, the crusader was able to slowly approach the bandit from behind
without getting caught. The ruffian was too busy searching for her big score rather than paying attention
to her surroundings. If she had, she could have possibly heard the soft steps of the armored woman
coming up behind her.

Soon the soft clanking of steel was too close to ignore and just as the bandit dropped what she had
found to turn around she was met with Gucci slamming the pommel of her sword down on her head. The
weapon hit with a loud crunch and soon the bandit fell to the ground, blood pouring from her head.

Whether it was because of the surprise attack, the crusader’s strength, or the bandit’s possible lack of
aura, it was clear that she wasn’t getting back up. Unmoving, she was no longer breathing as her eyes
were now lifeless behind the matted hair and rivulets of blood.

In stunned silence, Gucci only stood still as the others approached her. Carmen looked as though she
wanted to give the bandit some first aid until she was stopped by their resident doctor. They didn’t have
to be a medical expert like Abigail to know that trying to treat her now would be a waste of time and
resources.
“Obliterated!”

“Oh come on, what the hell was that?!” Coco slammed her fist on the game table.

“And you were worried about my plan to just hold her up at gunpoint. Meanwhile you Nora’d the
bandit’s head in. Bravo, great start.” Blake gave the angry second-year a sarcastic round of applause.

“Don’t you give me that, it was supposed to stun her! It should have been a baby tap at least.” Coco
argued the results.

“You baby-tapped with your sword, that does 4 damage. Which is all of that bandit’s HP btw.” Jaune
reasoned, not intimidated by the angry huntress as he kept to his GM duty. “Tell me your roll again.”

“...Nat 100,” Coco said, nervously.

“Right, so that’s the least I could do for you. You killed her, but Nat100 meant that she didn’t get the
chance to scream or do anything before you took her out. Had Ruby been GM, she’d probably say you
turned her into a red mist.” Jaune continued to lecture his senior. “Maybe plan out things better than
just charge in.”

“Fine, you win this time Arc.” Coco huffed as she crossed her arms.

“She’s just mad she didn’t get the chance to try and seduce this one.” Velvet said in a dull tone.

“So much for asking her about any other bandits,” Selene commented on Gucci’s handiwork.

“Shut up. Mistakes were made, ok.” Gucci huffed as she sheathed her sword. She was already
expecting words from their doctor friend, she didn’t need any extra ‘encouraging’ words from the
catgirl.

“Clearly.” Abigail went down and began examining the body. “Well, she’s clean. Or as clean as a
brigand can be. They are either very lucky to avoid running into Grimm or are stronger than we think
they are.”

“Do we know what bandit tribe she came from?” Carmen asked, after a silent prayer for the deceased
bandit. Even brigands deserved some final rites.

“If the symbol on her clothes and this ink is any clue…” Abigail removed the dead woman’s coat,
revealing a tattoo on her arm. The same marking of a two-headed bird. “A rather big name tribe.”

“That’s the mark of the Morrigan Tribe,” Jaune said to the huntresses. “They’re an infamous bandit
tribe around these lands. Mostly attacking transports on less protected roads, but even they avoid this
road.”

“Brigands aren’t known for their consistency. Perhaps they were looking for something specific?”
Abigail theorized after moving from the body, finding nothing of value.
“Whatever she was looking for, I don’t think she found it.” The group turned to see Selene had moved
to check the wrecked coach. In the huntress’s arms were two small boxes that she dropped in front of
the group before moving to show them a large chest within the wreck. “Seems weird for a bandit to
leave treasure behind.”

“Maybe she couldn’t move them by herself?” Carmen asked. “Or she could have been waiting for the
rest of her tribe to come back.”

“Either case, we’ll never know since she’s in no condition to tell us now,” Abigail stated, the subtle jab
at the crusader not going unnoticed.

“Yeah yeah, enjoy the free shots.” Gucci waved off the doctor’s insults as she looked to the chests
Selene had pulled out the coach. “So, any reason you did the bandit’s job for her?”

“Whoever owned this coach isn’t around and it seems a waste to just leave them. Especially when
we’re not exactly well on supplies right now.” Selene reasoned, shrugging her shoulders at the
crusader’s question.

“That doesn’t mean it would be right to take them!” Carmen argued.

“You know, I’d usually be on your side cottontail but our kitty friend has a point. Worse case we’re
stuck out here for the night, it’s better to at least have something to help us survive.” Gucci said, a hand
on Carmen’s shoulder as she was willing to overlook Selene’s actions. Technically they could say they
were taking it from a bandit instead of from some unfortunate soul lost out in the Grimmlands.

“Aren’t you church huntresses supposed to be more lawful?” Abigail asked, brow raised beneath her
mask.

“Belladonna isn’t a goddess of justice. She’s a goddess of balance. Better for us to have them than
some evil bandits.” Gucci looked to the doctor. “Though I’m surprised to hear talks about morals from a
schoolgirl like you.”

Not falling for the bait, Abigail remained silent as the huntresses merely stood protectively around their
client as they left Selene alone.

The faunus huntress had already gone ahead and picked the locks open while the crusader and scholar
were flirting, or whatever they called their occasional spats. Seeing that the chests weren’t
boobytrapped, Selene opened them to show the contents to the group. Most of it was gold, a hefty
amount of coin that would require a few bags to carry less they wanted to drag the chest along with
them. Among the gold they did see two interesting items.

The first was a key. An ornate-looking key that didn’t seem to be for anything specific. What it did have
was a skull at the head of the key.

The other, preserved in a glass case, looked to be a bouquet of flowers. The petals blood red in color, as
the bundle of plants was wrapped tight and kept fresh within the case. While confusing for most, none of
them could see the interest Abigail was giving to the strange plants.
“Finding the stuff is only the first test - now it must be carried home.”

“So a bunch of money, a key, and some flowers? Doesn’t exactly look like a good find.” Coco
commented after Jaune finished listing out their loot. “Do they even do anything cool?”

“We didn’t have an option for perception when we were making these characters.” Velvet looked down
to see if she could find that specific stat.

“If you want to know what they do, just ask,” Jaune said.

“Ok Mr. GM, what does our special loot do?” Coco was the first to ask.

Jaune turned some pages in his book. “The first one should be obvious but it’s a Skeleton Key. You
can use it to open anything that’s locked but it’s theirone-time use.”

“I guess I better keep a hold of it then. You never know when it could come in handy.” Blake said as
she offered to take the key. “Can never be careful around those dangerous locks.”

“You know something we don’t?” Coco raised a brow.

“I’ll let it be a surprise when it happens,” Blake said, smirking after saying that ominous line.

“Ms. Belladonna’s metagaming aside, can we learn what those flowers are?” Glynda chimed in to get
the room back in order.

“Right, those are Bloody Herbs. Plants with beneficial properties, named after their blood-red color.
When equipped they increase your chance to hit, raise your melee damage, and also ups the chance
your weapon can apply Bleed if it has that effect.” Jaune explained the item’s use. “You all got lucky,
that was an epic loot roll for a rare item.”

“Oh, Mama like. Dibs!” Coco called out, ready to add it to her sheet.

“It’s a Grimm Scholar exclusive equipment,” Jaune added.

“Come on!” Coco slumped in her seat as she watched their professor add the very rare item to her kit.
“These dice are rigged, I swear.”

“Coco, your first roll was a Nat100.” Velvet reminded her.

“Did that Nat100 give me nice loot? No.” Coco grumbled in her seat. “The reward at the end better be
worth it.”

“Most people wouldn’t be so salty after such a lucky first roll,” Jaune commented.

“Yeah, but you didn’t give me flowers for my rolls. Starting to think there might be some bias at this
table.” Coco said, back to her usual self. “I mean you have good taste, but share some of that love
across the whole table.”

“Ms. Adel, you’re supposed to behave.” Glynda reminded the second year.

“Oh, this is behaved. I could act wilder if you want.”

“Save it for the campaign, please.”

Approaching the case, Abigail opened it to pull the herbs out. Plucking some leaves, the scholar began
applying them to her knife until it had a dull red hue. Satisfied, she wrapped up the rest of the herbs to
pack into her side pouch before resheathing her blade.

“Those brigands are truly incompetent if they couldn’t see what valuable things they left behind.” The
scholar said, happy with the find.

“You changed your tune fast after finding something you like.” Gucci joked as she packed the gold into
bags. “Still at least we’ve found some gold. Shame it’s useless without a nice tavern to spend it in.”

“You have priorities I see,” Selene smirked, tossing the key in her hand before packing it away.

“Just speaking the truth. What’s the point of gold if we can’t spend it.” After tying the last sack, Gucci
was satisfied with the weight of the loot before tossing the bags to a surprised Jaune. “Keep our bonus
safe there boss. I want to celebrate hard when we reach this town of yours.”

“Confident too,” Selene commented.

“Our first bandit went down easy. So how bad can these Morrigan girls be?”

The question was answered by the loud boom of gunfire that caused everyone to jump, the huntress
quickly forming around their client. Now alert, the group looked about their bodies for bullet wounds only
to see that no one was injured. Turning to where they heard the gunshot came from, the party
encountered two surprises.

Their first surprise was two bandits thrown from the brush and in front of them. Barely moving as both of
them moaned in pain after they were just dumped onto the road.

The second surprise was what threw the two unconscious girls on the ground. Two more bandits
confidently walked out of the brush. One smirking as she spotted the group while her ally kept her
weapon aimed forward at the huntresses.

“Well look what we have here? I guess today wasn’t such a big waste after all.” The whip-holding
bandit licked her lips as she eyed the huntresses. “If only you had shown up a couple of minutes earlier.
We’d have a full party just for you all.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Selene gestured to the two still moaning on the ground.

“Just a couple of idiots who forgot who’s in charge. Had to lay down the law of the tribe. If they weren’t
strong enough to take it, they shouldn’t have talked a big game.” The grey messy-haired bandit said,
casually flexing her whip. “But enough about these two. Let’s talk about what to do with all of you~.”

“As much as I’d love to play whatever depraved game you have in mind, how about we all just go about
our way,” Abigail suggested, though her hand still rested on the handle of her sheathed knife. “The
Grimm will probably be attracted by all these crashes, if not by the smell of you lot. So why don’t we all
go our separate ways before that happens.”

A hand on her chin, the lead bandit seemed to think over the doctor’s offer with exaggeratedly loud
hums. “Is that any way to ask nicely? ‘Specially after what you did to our buddy over there?” She
gestured to the bandit bleeding from her skull.

“Wrong place, wrong time. She didn’t get to put up much fight.” Gucci shrugged.

“I’ll bet! If she couldn’t go down swinging she’s no use to us.” The bandit laughed at the news. “Tell
you what. I’m in a nice mood. Leave your gear and the man behind and we’ll let you go on your way.
Can’t promise anyone else you see ahead will do the same though.”

“And why do you want us to do that?” Carmen asked.

“Because while I’m sure we can make bank off those nice bodies of yours, we aren’t out hunting
tonight. The boy though, we’re on special orders to bring him back to the tribe no matter what. Now, I
like to think I’m a reasonable bandit. All I ask is for your stuff, the boy, and a free show.” The girl
showed off a missing-tooth grin. “How’s that for a deal?”

“Doesn’t sound reasonable,” Abigail answered immediately.

“Well if you want, you can stay behind and try to make it worth my while~. I can tell you have a nice set
of honkers under that getup.” The bandit laughed as she eyed the doctor up and down, stopping right at
her pronounced breasts.

“Ever get into acting Arc, you’re surprisingly good at this,” Coco commented, enjoying the interactions
they were having with the bandits so far.

“T-Thanks?” Jaune raised a brow.

“Just take the compliment. There has been no one in Beacon history that said Ms. G had ‘nice
honkers’ to her face.” The fashionista then gave a round of applause. “I haven’t even done that. That
takes some serious courage.”

“I-I’m just playing a part! I wouldn’t…” Looking over to the side, Jaune went pale as he saw how quiet
the professor has been since the bandit made the offer.

“The bandit has good taste. Still, to say it to her face like that? She must have a deathwish.” Blake
smiled, applauding right alongside Coco.

“You are not helping the situation right now!” Jaune shouted at the smug-looking Blake.
“Mr. Arc.”

While she didn’t raise her voice, Glynda’s words were enough to send chills up everyone’s spines as
they turned towards the teacher. Glynda herself proceeded to finish her entire drink before turning to the
nervous GM.

“Was that her attempt at persuasion?” Glynda calmly asked.

“Y-Yes. But she rolled low, it didn’t land I swear.” Jaune quickly added.

“That’s good. Now Mr. Arc,” Still in a calm voice, Glynda gave the scared students a small grin. “Allow
me to give her my answer.”

“Is that so~?” Abigail said in a sing-song tone, surprising the others in her group. “I suppose someone
like me would be gold compared to your dirty and diseased selves. I wouldn’t be surprised if your smell
made the Grimm turn a blind eye. It must be an effective tactic.”

“Wha-What?!” The bandit said in shock.

“While we’re being honest.” Abigail then removed her mask, giving a wide non-threatening smile to the
two bandits. “I’ve handled corpses with better bodies than your used, parasite-ridden ones.”

There was silence on the road or as much silence as there could be as Gucci struggled to not burst into
laughter. The rest of the party was stunned, not expecting those kinds of words to come from the usually
strict, no-nonsense scholar.

However, the ones who took those words the worse were the bandits. The sandy-haired one holding the
rifle actually dropped it in disbelief all while her leader seemed to be brought to tears, shaking from the
verbal attack Abigail gave her. It would take a moment for the leader to recover from her verbal
beatdown.

“You...You bit-!”

Before the teary-eyed bandit could retaliate, the scholar had already beat her to violence. Almost in a
flash, Abigail had pulled out her surgical knife and sliced into the woman’s chest. Maybe her aura was
low because of cockiness, or perhaps the insults hurt more than she thought. Regardless the blade
easily left a new bleeding scar across the bandit’s flesh, freeing her breasts as the flimsy fabric she was
using as a bra was easily cut open. Now wailing in pain, the woman clutched at her bloody chest as she
shouted out expletives and glaring teary eyes at the smiling doctor.

“This is...the best start to combat ever,” Blake said, in awe at what her teacher had done.

“I take back what I said before. Not getting loot was worth witnessing this.” Coco struggled to contain
her laughter. “This blows any Princess Glacia session out of the water alone.”

While the two continued to enjoy the chaos, Jaune and Velvet kept silent as they looked fearful at their
teacher. Said teacher, however, only had a satisfied look on her face as refilled her cup while gesturing
for the GM to continue the encounter.

“Fuckin-. Grab your gun, you idiot!” The leader shoved the other bandit, still keeping a hand on her
scarred breast as she tried to let aura do its job.

Snapping out of her stupor, the sandy blonde bandit leaned to grab her fallen rifle only to have to jump
back and avoid a bullet before she could reach it.

Cursing in her mind at the lost opportunity, Selene tried to take another shot at the bandit before she
could retake her weapon. Only for her revolver to not fire after her first shot. Opening the chamber,
Selene quickly tried to find the fault with her weapon hoping that it wasn’t damage from their earlier
crash.

Seeing the faunus’ predicament, the bandit quickly ran and grabbed her rifle before anyone else could
stop her.

Watching her aid finally reclaim her weapon, the lead bandit was about to yell her orders when she was
knocked off her feet and sent flying across the forest floor. Winded, the bandit glared to see who had
attacked her only to see Gucci looming over her with her sword resting on her shoulders.

“Maybe you should have tried making a deal with me instead of pissing off the wrong person.” Gucci
smiled, aiming the tip of her sword at the near-topless bandit.

“You...stop fucking with us!” The bandit snarled. “Once the chief hears about what you did, you’ll pay!”

“I’m just saying, if you had made the deal with me I would have been much nicer than my friend. I
wouldn’t have given you that nice little souvenir.” Gucci pointed at her chest, reminding her captive.

Enraged, the bandit snapped by pulling out a hidden knife she kept in her coat and slashed at the
crusader.

Gucci quickly backed away, distancing herself from the woman’s frenzied cuts. Now on her feet, the
bandit began to unwrap her whip. Before she could strike at the crusader again, a bolt of lightning came
down from the heavens and struck the bandit as if the gods had smittenher on the spot. Her body
charred, her tattered clothes immediately became ashes as the bandit fell to the ground unconscious.

Confused, Gucci then heard the shuffling of book pages and turned to see Carmen nearby. A holy light
now fading from the book resting in her hands. With the bandit leader defeated, the nun stood
protectively in front of their client as she addressed the final bandit.

“There doesn’t need to be any more violence. Leave now and we won’t pursue you.” Carmen tried to
reason with the rifle-wielding bandit.

“You think I would believe that?!” The bandit shouted, trying to keep her weapon steady as the
huntresses surrounded her. “Even if I ran away, the tribe would lock me up with the slaves if they found
out I did something like run away from huntresses!”
“Your tribe isn’t exactly here to watch us kick your asses.” Gucci offered up in jest.

Angry at the insult, the sandy-haired bandit decided to take her chances against the huntresses rather
than the harsh rule of her tribe. Weapon shaking in her hands, she tried to think of who she should
attack before settling on what seemed to be the weakest of the group.

Which to her was the goody-two-shoes nun trying to talk her into surrendering. The bandit’s shaking
soon stopped as she quickly fired directly at Carmen before anyone could react.

Said sister could have chosen to dodge, but stood her ground fearing that the bullets would hit their
vulnerable client instead. So like the valiant huntress she was, Carmen quickly held her arms out to
shield as much of Jaune as she could with her body. Her aura was easily able to tank and trivialize any
damage the shots could do to her.

Sadly, while aura was beneficial in protecting huntresses in battle that protection did not extend to their
clothing. So when the rounds hit the sister, they bounced off her body but still easily tore through her
holy garments. Before Carmen realized it, the bottom of her robes soon became tatters and then nothing
was left besides lingering pieces of cloth and a pair of pure white panties now visible to the world.

Embarrassed at the loss of her skirt, Carmen shrieked as she bent down to try and cover herself from
view.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who asks, this meant that her panty-clad backside was
almost pressed against the blond behind her. Becoming as red as the nun, Jaune looked away to try and
not focus on the fully round rear and fluffy cottontail wagging hypnotically in front of him.

“So Jaune, how was it?” Blake asked.

“How was what?” Jaune asked, nervous at what her question could be.

“How is having Velvet’s bunny butt right in front of you?” Blake clarified, causing flustered looks and
laughs around the table.

“B-Blake!” Velvet called out, embarrassed that her fellow faunus would bring attention to that.

“Bit too much Blakey,” Coco said, though before Velvet could find too much hope, the fashionista asked
a question of her own. “You meant, how is having Carmen’s bunny butt in front of you? Is it nice? Does
the Jaune in the game like rabbit tail? Inquiring minds want to know.”

Fully red in the face, Velvet covered her face now mortified by her teammate’s question. However, if
they had noticed, her long ears were still up and alert as if waiting for the blond’s response.

“Oh look, I just rolled for reinforcements! Guess we better continue with the fight and answer that
question never!” Jaune scrambled to continue the game, not wanting to answer the question and
embarrass Velvet even more.
Before the party could do anything about the lone bandit, they all stopped as soon as everyone heard
the snapping of twigs and the rustling of bushes within the forest around the road. To the lone bandit’s
joy, the sound came from a trio of bandits now walking into the field.

“Sandy what the hell is going on here. You and Alumi should have...what the hell?!” One of the bandits
called out to the sandy-blonde bandit before she and the others noticed the huntresses surrounding her.

“They’re huntresses!” The now named Sandy called out to the trio just as something exploded next to
her and she was doused in a cloud of the most noxious gas she ever smelled. Coughing, Sandy tried to
run out of the now fading cloud or at last clear her eyes of whatever was within that explosion only for
her arms to not move. The bandit tried to force herself over towards her allies only for her legs to fail her
as well, causing her to fall to the ground stunned.

“Now now, you weren’t thinking of running away were you~? Isn’t that against what your tribe stands
for?” Abigail taunted the bandit, who was paralyzed with fear of the doctor.

Seeing the huntress attack their fellow bandit, the trio all readied their weapons as they all attacked the
group.

“You bitch! You think you can mess with the Morrigan Tribe and get away with it?!” One of the bandits
charged at the doctor, her sword raised to tear into the woman.

The woman was cut off in her charge by Gucci, the crusader stepping in before the bandit could reach
Abigail. The two clashed swords before Gucci easily pushed the bandit back. Before the woman could
recover, Gucci had cut into her with her holy sword. Clothes now in tatters, the woman was then
knocked out by a hard slam of steel into her chest as Gucci made easy work of the bandit.

“Yeah, I think we’re doing just fine against your tribe.” Gucci then looked over at the blushing nun.
“You two lovebirds finished over there? I don’t think these girls care about giving you two a moment
Carmen.”

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about!” Carmen shouted back, unaware of her actions as she
backed up closer to Jaune to try and escape Gucci’s lecherous gaze. Unconsciously pressing more of
her cottontail against the blond gentleman.

“Fun as this is, can you two have this talk after we deal with these bandits?” Selene asked, finally able
to clear the chamber and repair her revolver. “I’m sure Jaune would appreciate the humping when he’s
not in any danger.”

Confused by her fellow faunus words, Carmen didn’t realize Jaune was directly behind her until she
brushed against the heir. Said heir chose to remain silent, looking away as he did his best to not look
down at the nun’s rump during a dangerous situation like this. Seeing the heir so close, Carmen jumped
and stepped away so that she was no longer pressing against her client.

In her rashness to create some distance, Carmen accidentally caused another rip in her already
damaged clothing. A small tear along her chest, possibly from the crash, suddenly grew wider and split
in half as a pair of large white bra-clad breasts bounced free of the ruined holy robes. Instead of keeping
her modesty, Carmen had ended up showing more and more of her sinfully alluring self to the world.

It didn’t help that Gucci let out a loud whistle as soon as she spotted the nearly-naked nun.

Enjoying the view, the crusader didn’t notice one of the bandits sneaking behind her until she heard the
sound of a sword being drawn. Turning around, Gucci barely had time to avoid a sword swinging wildly
at her. Before she could try to retaliate, the bandit was able to cut below the breastplate and expose the
crusader’s taut midriff.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” Gucci winked at her attacker

“Will you take this seriously?!” The bandit growled back at her

“Why would I want to stop the fun so soon?” Gucci smiled. “You want to be under my boot that bad?”

“Bitch! I’ll make sure to drag you back to the tribe screaming before dumping you in the dirtiest pit we
have!” The bandit said, clearly not amused by Gucci’s question.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time~.”

While the two continued their banter, the last bandit raised her gun and decided to aim at the Nun, still
trying to cover herself. Spying the easy target, the bandit cocked the rifle and then pulled the trigger at
the distracted faunus.

However, Carmen’s ears twitched as she heard the rifle cock and fire. Thinking fast, Carmen threw
herself onto Jaune and pulled him to the ground to avoid the bullet fire. Now in a pile, the heir gave
Carmen a thankful look even though they were in a more compromising position with the nun now
straddling him.

“Enjoying yourself Bun?” Coco asked across the table.

“I’m just actually doing the job we were hired to do! Not flirting with every new woman on the map!”
Velvet quickly answered, flustered as she was forced to deal with Coco’s usual teasing.

“Someone has to try and solve things without violence.” Coco shrugged, not seeing any problems with
her methods. “Though if anything happens to NPC-Jaune, you can be the first to give him
mouth-to-mouth.”

“It still feels weird for you all to call him that,” Jaune said.

“Then would you feel better if I asked if you wanted Velvet to give you mouth-to-mouth?” Coco tilted her
shades, smirking at the GM.

“I’m just going to...not answer that. I need everyone to roll again.” Jaune said calmly, although his face
was nearly bright red as he avoided answering the question.

While the two were left alone, Abigail had snuck behind the bandit attacking Gucci. Right as the woman
was about to raise her weapon against the crusader, she was struck behind by the doctor causing her
jacket to fall. Crying in pain from the bleeding cut on her back, the bandit turned around to try and attack
Abigail. Abigail merely rolled her eyes as she evaded the swipes before the bandit eventually fainted and
fell to the ground.

“Such a useful and rare herb we found. It feels like sacrilege to use it on you lot.” Abigail cleaned off her
knife as she gave a tired look to the unconscious bandit. The enemy now taken down, she and Gucci
then focused on the remaining bandits.

The gun woman aimed to shoot at the huntresses only to fall to the ground when a bullet exploded
against her chest, ripping her coat and bra to pieces. Seeing the bandit fall, the two looked to see
Selene blowing out the smoke of her gun. The reinforcements taken care of, Selene and the others
began to surround the still paralyzed Sandy.

Still struggling, Sandy tried to reach for something in her clothes only to be smitten by holy lightning.
Smoking and now naked, thanks to her clothes turning to cinders, the bandit was left slumped on the
ground as the huntresses kept their weapons ready.

“We gave you an out. Well, our good doctor here gave you an out.” Selene kept her gun on the bandit.
“We probably can’t drag all of your group to town for a big enough bounty, so if you promise not to
come after us we’ll let you leave.”

“I don’t want your fucking pity. You bitches just don’t get it.” Sandy struggled to lean up from the
ground, muscles still twitching from the previous spell. “You might as well kill me now. If the tribe found
out that I ran after what you all did they’ll throw me to the stocks. Worse, they might just leave me for
Grimm bait.”

“Sounds more like your tribe isn’t the best place for you,” Gucci said playfully. “How about this? You
won’t have to go back if I keep you for myself.”

“A-Are you an idiot?!” Sandy shouted in disbelief.

“Oh, I’m serious. What do you say, gang, can I keep her?” Gucci looked around to the huntresses and
heir, asking to take in the bandit as if she was a stray they found on the road.

“Coco, please, you can’t just use flirting to try and convince everyone to go with you. Charisma doesn’t
even exist in this campaign.” Velvet huffed, a bit annoyed at the fashionista’s antics.

“True, but there’s nothing in the book saying I can’t do this.” Coco waved her copy of the campaign
book around before putting it back down and looking to Jaune and Blake. “Isn’t that right, our gracious
hostess and GM.”

“I don’t think you should be able to…”

“It’s allowed,” Blake said, cutting Jaune off. “It’s a personably reasonable dynamic roll. You can roll to
see if she goes with Coco instead of what other terrible fate befalls her.”
“Still this is...it’s just...Professor?” Jaune looked to his final hope, the teacher just silently enjoying the
game.

“So long as you properly train her Ms. Adel. I don’t think she’s housebroken.” Glynda said, taking
another sip of her drink as she never noticed Jaune’s shocked face or the excited look on Coco’s.

“Yes! So, GM…?” Coco turned to Jaune, smiling.

Sighing, Jaune decided to roll the results seeing that he was outvoted. Apparently, GM was no longer
the law when Blake was involved. “It failed. She won’t go with you without a fight.”

“Kinky.” Coco licked her lips.

“Just for that, and the low roll, she gets to move,” Jaune said, rolling for the lone bandit’s turn.

Done with being played with and insulted by the crusader, Sandy surprised everyone by suddenly
standing to her feet. While the huntresses were busy being weak and showing her mercy, she was able
to slowly break through her paralysis and pull out a small sidearm from the pile of her burnt clothes.
Seeing them all alert, Sandy then surprised them again when she pulled the trigger.

Only she didn’t aim for Gucci who had toyed with her or Abigail who had systematically taken down all
her allies or the smug-looking Selene who had spoken down to her.

Her shot was aimed at Jaune who was being helped up by Carmen.

Hearing the loud crack of the sidearm, the nun quickly shielded Jaune as she tanked the bullet before it
could hit the heir. Moving him out of the bullet’s path before it could take his life thanks to his lack of
aura. Her aura did its job and dulled the pain of the gunshot that grazed her.

However, in her rush doing her duty, the bullet tore through the air and ripped the side of her panties as
it passed her large hips. The white cotton soon fell to the ground, exposing the bunny nun’s nude lower
body for everyone to see.

“And the first person to lose everything is Velvet. I honestly didn’t expect that.” Blake said, unable to
contain her grin after hearing the results of the enemy rolls. “How does it feel to make G&G club history
Velvet?”

“Can I...not answer that? I don’t know if this is better than just being put into a dying state in a regular
game.” Velvet said, clearly embarrassed.

“I call the first roll to grope those buns.” Coco raised her hand.

“Not if you want to keep Sandy, you won’t,” Jaune warned her.

“But my free action!”

“Is to take the bandit, not to molest your team. Unless you don’t want to take her with you.” Jaune said,
giving Coco a warning.

“Spoilsport.” Coco huffed before finally relenting.

Initially stunned by the bandit’s retaliation, the group was about to attack Sandy until everyone heard
the sound of something approaching them from the forest. The loud steps of multiple things coming up
to the party as another trio of bandits came out from the brush and spotted Sandy nude and surrounded
by the huntresses. As well as all of the other unconscious bandits littering the road.

“This was supposed to be an easy hit and somehow you all fucked it up!” One of the bandits spoke as
the trio all pulled out their weapons. “And you even found our mark too!”

“She didn’t make it easy. We gave her a chance to run with her greasy tail between her legs but, for
some reason, she was more scared of your tribe than us.” Abigail said to the new group of brigands.

“You mocking the Morrigan Tribe?!” Another one shouted at the doctor.

“Oh no~. I just think your fear is...merely misplaced.” Abigail gave the group a dark smirk before she
suddenly vanished from view.

Unsettled and confused, the group began looking around to try and find where the huntress went only for
one of them to be pulled away from the group. The single bandit lifted by the scarf around her neck as
she felt a blade slowly drag its way across her breasts. The woman could only look at Abigail in fear as
she felt her coat and top be slashed to tatters, leaving her topless before she was then harshly dropped
to the ground.

“You all should really be afraid of us,” Abigail said before her foot slammed onto the bandit’s skull,
knocking her out instantly.

Rightfully frightened by the sadistic scholar, one of the bandits raised her sword ready to attack only to
slump forward when she felt hard steel slam into her stomach. The wind knocked out of her, she looked
up to see Gucci over her before she was knocked out by a steel gauntlet to the face. Moaning in pain,
the bandit lied unconscious below the crusader.

Trembling, the last bandit moved between Gucci and Abigail trying to decide who to shoot. The decision
would be made for her when a dust round exploded against her head. The hard shock rattled the
bandit’s head and shattered her aura as she fell to the ground asleep from the gunshot. Seeing the
bandit drop, Selene reloaded her weapon as everyone focused back on Sandy.

As she was closed in, Sandy looked down at her ally’s dropped rifle and ran to try and grab it. That is
until she was stopped by a large glowing sword dropping in front of her from the sky and smashing the
weapon to pieces. Her path cut off, Sandy glared at Carmen seeing the nun once again had her book
open showing she was the one that cast the spell. Frustrated, Sandy gripped her sidearm tight and
aimed it back at the nun again.

“Why are you still fighting?! Can’t you see we’re just trying to…!”
“Shut up!” Sandy fired her gun before Carmen could finish. Shooting what little remained in the gun’s
chamber.

In a panic, Carmen shielded her face as the gunfire collided with her. Chipping at her aura with each
shot. Though some of the last bullets brushed against the large target that was Carmen’s breasts,
tearing off what little tatters of her robes remained as well as snapping the supports of her bra.
Carmen’s blush grew as she felt the cold air hit her naked breasts but still didn’t cover herself as she
kept her gaze on Sandy.

“Where do you bitches get off showing that mercy shit to me?! You’re just going to let me go?” Sandy
yelled, sarcasm laced in her voice. “And where would I go?! If I run off back to the tribe, I’m dead! If I try
running off to town, I’m jailed! I try my luck in the forest, I’m Grimm bait! If you want to do me a favor,
you’d just kill me right now!”

“Not that I wouldn’t take you up on that offer, but we don’t have time to give you what you want.”
Abigail crossed her arms. “Are your tribe's laws so bad that you would rather die?”

“You don’t know what the Morrigan Tribe does to anyone that shows weakness! Running from Grimm
is one thing, but huntresses...we’re supposed to stand our ground and fight you bitches to the death!
I’m not about to break the code and get punished by the Magpie because I chose to save my own hide!
The tribe is all I got in this crazy world!”

“And look where those good old tribe laws got you.” Abigail shook her head. “Why are we humoring her
again? Let’s knock her out and be done with it.”

“Ignore the grumpy one.” Gucci insisted. “If you’re that scared, why not come with us? Get a nice
warm room, three meals, and if you’re really good I’ll even give you headpats.”

“I’m not some dumb slut you can just pull off the street!” Sandy trembled, her gun still moving from one
huntress to the other even if the magazine had long since emptied. “Actually...if I beat all of you and
drag you back to the tribe, maybe I’ll be the boss’ new right hand!”

“I think we roughed her up too many times, she’s starting to speak nonsense,” Selene commented.

“And how exactly are you going to beat us?” Gucci asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Just keep making fun of me! I’m sure the rest of the hunting party heard what’s going on and are on
their way here now!” Sandy shouted back. “With so many of us missing, they’ll know for sure
something went wrong!”

“I hate to burst your bandit bubble, but no one else is coming,” Gucci said.

Almost immediately everyone heard a new loud noise coming from behind the bandit as if to prove the
crusader wrong. While the huntresses all took a step back and readied their weapons, Sandy only
grinned cockily as she stared them down, waiting for her allies to burst out and join her.

“How’s it feel to be wrong?!” Sandy laughed, almost in hysterics. “You know, forget selling all of you to
the stocks. I’m going to keep you all as my own personal sluts. I’ll have you all on your knees, licking
my foot before-!”

Cutting Sandy off, instead of a horde of brigands making the rustling, it was a large black paw that broke
from the brush and slammed the bandit to the ground face first.

Unable to move, Sandy tried to look behind her only to pale when she saw her supposed
reinforcements. Her hopes of freedom dashed as she was held face down and ass up by a large Grimm.
An Alpha Ursa. A huge bear-like beast with bone armor littering its body.

The beast, possibly lured to the spot because of their battle, glared down at Sandy with hungry glowing
red eyes as it took its other paw to better keep her in the proper mating position. After all, women along
the Old Road were scarce, so the Grimm was perfectly happy settling for the female right now
presenting for it.

“Well, that happened. I guess you did something to make that Grimm show up?” Blake asked, looking
to Jaune.

“You all just let her keep shouting and dragging on, so I just rolled to see if anything else was attracted
to the noise,” Jaune explained. “The dice decided that it was time for the boss to show up.”

“And how tough is this boss?” Coco asked.

“The dice say… 2 on a d10, short of impossible,” Jaune answered.

“I see, well as much as I wanted to start building my harem I know a lost cause when I see one.” Coco
shrugged. “We might as well leave and head to the town while it’s busy doing...whatever Grimms do in
Blakey’s games.”

“As huntresses, it wouldn’t be right to just leave a Grimm out so close to a settlement Ms. Adel.”
Glynda chastised her. “Also wouldn’t it go against knightly teachings to leave a beast to roam and
attack women? Aren’t you playing a lawful character?”

“Alignments aren’t a thing in the manual and if they did, I’m lawful lewd not lawful dumb.” Coco
reasoned.

“I’ll tell you this now since it’s a Boss Encounter you can’t leave it. To make it to the village and
complete the mission you have to kill the Grimm blocking your way.” Jaune added.

“Guess we have no choice~.” Blake said, a knowing look on her face.

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” Velvet’s ears drooped, knowing that she wasn’t going to like
the answer.

Once she felt the Ursa’s hot breath over her back and something hot and firm poke at her backside
Sandy began to panic, the realization now hitting her as she knew what was about to happen.
Scrambling, Sandy tried to remove herself from underneath the Grimm’s paws to no avail as she was
powerless against the Ursa’s superior strength.

Enticed by her movements and the undulating of her ass, the Ursa just held the girl down firmly as it
proceeded to line its massive erection with the bandit’s slit. Once she was in position, the Ursa wasted
no time as it shoved every inch of its throbbing red Grimm cock inside of the terrified bandit. Below,
Sandy could only let out screams laced with pain and pleasure as her mostly unused pussy was
stretched out to fit the Ursa’s large girth.

In tears, Sandy was covered in a dull orange light that soon shattered. Her aura was gone, leaving her
body vulnerable to the large beast mounting her.

As if sensing Sandy had no defense against being filled with a healthy virile amount of Grimm cum, the
Ursa then slid its length out until only the tip remained before slamming it back in. Repeating the motions
as it thrust its cock in and out of Sandy’s helpless pussy in an attempt to fill the girl with a sleuth of
cubs.

While the breeding was going on, the huntresses and heir could only watch stunned as Ursa continued
to plow their former enemy.

“Well this is somewhat cathartic, but unfortunately we do have to get past it.” Abigail was the first to
move, not as stunned as the others seemed to be from watching the live breeding show. Quickly, Abigail
sliced into the Ursa’s arm with her blade with surgical precision. The knife cut off pieces of bone armor
as the wound began oozing a black mist.

The beast roared in pain but nonetheless did not let go of its prize, ignoring the doctor so that it could
continue its goal of pumping the bandit full of its spawn. The scholar’s keen eye noticed that this Ursa
wasn’t as large as the usual textbook Alpha, likely a Grimm that hasn’t seen a female in ages. Probably
why it didn’t care to defend itself from attacks as it followed its instincts to breed.

“Starving, aren’t you? This must be your first woman in days. A shame it’s someone of low quality.”
Abigail said, looking down at the suffering bandit.

“H-Help! Ha… oh gods… hawlp me!” Sandy gasped, her voice mostly a mixture of grunts and moans as
her lower lips somehow stretched to fit the Grimm’s large length.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want any mercy? Why the change of heart?” Abigail rhetorically asked.

The one-sided conversation ended when a bullet was fired into the Ursa’s hide, causing the Alpha to
roar in pain from its newest wound. Selene, not as cruel as her teammate, was the one that shot into the
Grimm. Not out of any care for Sandy, but more to kill the Ursa before it could turn its interest onto them
when it was done with the bandit.

“Hey ugly, I already called dibs on this one!” Gucci ran in with her sword ready to separate the Grimm’s
head from its shoulders.

Tired of the interruptions, the Ursa used one of its paws to push the crusader back before it could hit it
with her holy sword. The Grimm’s sharp claws slashed against Gucci’s breastplate as it knocked her
back, nails raking the leather straps holding the piece in place and the tattered shirt beneath. The armor
would fall to the ground and leave Gucci in just a torn top and a lacy brown bar to cover her modest
chest.

“Great, first it takes my prize and now it ruined my clothes!” Coco snapped, made both at the Grimm
and the dice for her low roll.

“If you had been more serious we wouldn’t be in this situation,” Glynda said calmly. “You only have the
dice to blame for your low luck.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t murder this thing dead!” Coco shot back.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this while...that is happening.” Velvet said, uncomfortable as she
reminded them what was happening in the middle of the encounter.

“It’s the first of many~.” Blake whispered ominously.

“Velvet can you, please take your turn before Blake gets too...excited.” Jaune slowly moved away from
Blake who had a smug and content look on her face. Good thing this is the last battle, he didn’t think he
could handle any more of Blake’s intense and perverted campaign.

Her book opened again, Carmen cast another spell at the Grimm to try and rescue Sandy.

Once again, swords made of light fell from the sky towards the Ursa. The beast, instinctively fearing the
holy magic, raised its free arm to block the ‘rain’ with its bone armor. Sensing the bunny girl’s holy
magic and the blessed sword in the crusader’s hand, the Ursa decided to complete its goal before its
life could be exterminated. In a show of dominance, the Alpha Ursa grabbed Sandy’s matted hair to pull
the girl back as its pounding intensified.

At this point Sandy’s eyes began to roll back, the pain long evolving into extreme pleasure as the
Ursa’s cock continued to knock against her womb. The bandit began to break against the Grimm’s
attack, as it pounded her pussy into the shape of its cock. The more it slammed its cursed rod into her
babyroom, the more Sandy moaned out as the Ursa pulled her hair to force more of itself into her.

With her aura gone, she had nothing protecting her from every fast and hard thrust. As Sandy’s mind
started to go numb she thought back to all the women her tribe would throw to the Grimm. Sometimes to
aid in the tribe’s escape from the beasts, other times as another game the brigands would play with any
of their prizes that they couldn’t sell or ransom off. She had seen many break under a Grimm’s cock,
but she had never imagined she would ever be in the same position. The final straw for Sandy was when
the Ursa suddenly shoved all of its cock in one intense thrust, and soon she felt the hot Grimm seed
pour into her womb and bathing her unprotected eggs.

As the Grimm cum bubbled inside her pussy, Sandy’s mind instantly melted as she just slumped within
the Ursa’s arms. And once the Ursa began pounding into her again, Sandy seemed to accept her fate
as she began to love the feeling of the beast abusing her stretched and used pussy.

*The mind has broken. The body is soon to follow.*

 -

Sandy’s resolve has been tested. Sandy has become...Masochistic.

As the Ursa remained distracted it remained unaware of the huntresses around it until it felt a sharp knife
cutting into its hide. Behind it, Abigail had cut another long and clean slash around its bony armor as
more miasma began to bubble and smoke from its many cuts. Forced to let go of Sandy’s hair, it turned
to try and attack Abigail only to watch its paw fly off as the limb was cut off by the crusader’s holy
sword.

In anger, it roared at Gucci just as a bullet broke through its bony plate and hit it between the eyes
courtesy of Selene’s gunfire. Letting Sandy go try and nurse its wounds, the Ursa attempted to remove
itself from the bandit to attack the huntresses when it was pinned in place by a rain of light swords. With
its remaining paw, it knocked away the last of the rain causing several swords to fly around the field
causing everyone to move to avoid the deadly rain.

While most of the huntresses avoided the backfired spell, Carmen was the least lucky as one of the
stray swords flew her way and took out the remains of her bra. The sister was now left in only boots, a
tattered belt, and her veil as her bunny body was left naked thanks to her spell being turned against her.

Surviving the holy spell, the Ursa decided to cut its losses as it lifted Sandy to take back to whatever den
it came from. Its scars would heal and its arm a necessary sacrifice if it could escape with its newest
mate to have her birth its cubs. Though before it could try and run into the woods with its potential
broodmare its path was blocked by the strange female with the mask.

The Ursa gave a threatening roar to the huntress only for it to feel her knife bury itself into its chest,
directly into the heart. Dropping its prize, the Ursa tried to swipe at Abigail in an attempt to add her to the
broken bandit below only for the huntress to move out of its reach. Before it could pounce, the Ursa had
to move to avoid another swing from Gucci’s sword ‘less it wanted to lose another limb.

“So sorry, but you don’t get the option to leave,” Gucci said threateningly as she kept the holy sword
pointed at the monstrosity.

Its way blocked off, the Ursa turned to try and leave only for a bullet to go through its leg and forcing it to
fall to the ground. Paw shattered because of the bullet, the Ursa could barely keep itself on two legs.
After Selene’s expert shot, the Grimm was in no position to move anytime soon.

“Carmen, it’s ready for you!” Selene called out to the sister to finish off the Grimm.

“On it!” Carmen said, the book in her arms glowing a bright white light. Instead of magic being sent into
the sky, it concentrated in front of the sister before exploding out with a large bolt of lightning. The spell
knocked Carmen backward as it was launched towards the crippled Ursa.

In a flash, the Ursa was hit with the holy lightning. Its dying roars fading into the wind as its body was
turned completely into ashes. Soon there was nothing left of the Ursa besides a small crater where it
once stood and a bloated moaning Sandy left ass up with cum dribbling from her abused slit.
“All right, congrats Bun!” Gucci turned from the crater to congratulate the nun only to laughs she saw
the position Carmen landed in.

After the intense recoil of the spell, Carmen was thrown backward into the blond heir that was standing
behind her. In a reverse of roles, Carmen was wrapped protectively in Jaune’s arms as she came to.
Though she then looked down and her face turned bright red as she saw a pair of arms wrapped around
her, hands unconsciously cupping her breasts. Frozen, Jaune and Carmen wouldn’t separate until they
both heard Gucci’s loud laughter.

“S-Sorry!” Jaune helped the nun to her feet, apologizing for his accidental groping.

Carmen was still silent, embarrassed still, but she did nod her head in thanks. Of course, huntresses are
usually taught early on to not feel embarrassed when stripped of their clothes on missions but the sister
still wasn’t used to the blond’s gaze over her or the beating of her heart as she got back to her feet.

“Leave the couple alone,” Abigail called out to Gucci, embarrassing the two more. “We should prepare
to clear out now that the distraction is over.”

“Still a spoilsport as ever.” Gucci shook her head as she looked at, Selene. “Do we have any more
surprises on their way? Because all this popping out of the woods shit is getting old.”

“Not used to bandit ambushes?” Selene asked.

“Once is fine, two is a party, three times and this shit starts to get old.” Gucci crossed her arms.

Rolling her eyes, Selene’s ears began to twitch as the huntress kept an ear out for any more surprise
guests.

“Of all the times for this to show up.” Blake sighed as she looked around the table. “I Nat 1’d.”

“Not only that, you Nat 1 when asking for anymore ambushes. So you know what that means.” Jaune
said, getting ready to make his rolls.

“It means that we get to have more fun with the campaign.” Blake gave the GM a smirk.

“R-Right…” Jaune inwardly cursed as he realized the game would have to continue since Coco and
Blake summoned more encounters thanks to their luck. “Can you try to not enjoy what’s going on, the
Grimm are trying to...do things to you.”

“But you make it so fun, Arc. You make the game more epic than it has any right to be.” Coco chimed in
to compliment the blond GM.

“Much as I don’t want to encourage Ms. Adel, I have to agree. You are doing a wonderful job as a GM
Mr. Arc. Please do continue.” Glynda said, eager to see what they had to fight now as she enjoyed more
of her punch.
Sighing, Jaune at least got a silent apologetic look from Velvet letting him know he wasn’t alone in
thinking the game had gone too far many rolls again. Left with no choice, Jaune continued his rolls to
see what the girls now had to fight.

Selene shook her head. “I’m not hearing anything else. Maybe the Old Road is finally done with us.”

Of course fate, or someone rolling dice, had other plans for the party as more noise came out from the
forest. Proving Selene wrong, three beowolves snarled as the small pack burst out of the forest and onto
the road filled with many potential broodmares. The lead Beowolf lets out a howl as the trio begins
pouncing at the group of huntresses.

While fast, all three of them were unsuccessful as Abigail, Selene, and Gucci were able to avoid being
floored by the lust-fueled Grimm.

Frustrated, one of the beowolves snapped its fangs at Abigail only for a knife to be plunged into its skull.

As the wolf turned to ashes, Abigail only gave a disgusted look at the rest as she cleaned off the blood
and fluid from her weapon.

Angered at its packmate’s demise, another of the beowolves turned to try and attack the scholar only
for its head to go flying off. The Grimm was killed thanks to Gucci’s holy blade easily chopping through
its neck. Watching the Beowolf turn into ashes, Gucci and the others turned their attention to the last
Beowolf.

Eyeing her target, Selene readied her gun to take her shot. However, the Beowolf would not go down as
easy as its comrade as it avoided the bullet when the faunus huntress pulled the trigger. To add to
Selene’s misfortune the sparks from firing her gun caused her jeans to ignite, her clothes dusted in
gunpowder from her many shots. Quickly snuffing the flames, her aura protected her legs from any
permanent burns but her pants were now cinders leaving Selene with just black panties tightly wrapped
around her large ass.

Still stubbornly refusing the die, the Beowolf sensed the holy magic building behind it and dodged out of
the way of the light sword cast by Carmen.

A sword that kept flying, surprising the huntress once behind the Grimm. Selene was shocked to see a
sword of light come flying out and tearing up her coat as it flew past. Now the faunus was left in a lacey
black bra matching her exposed panties.

Amid the confusion, the beowulf attacked the huntress closest to it which now happened to be Gucci.
Seeing the sword-using woman’s armor was gone, it decided to pounce at the huntress. Wrestling with
Gucci, the huntress decided not to go down easily but it was still able to wrap its claws around the bra
covering her bust and tearing them off. Enjoying the sight of the Crusader’s bouncing bare breasts, the
Beowolf jumped away from the huntress before it could attack it with her sword.

Before it could capitalize on Gucci’s anger, the Beowolf was kept in place by a bullet that ricocheted off
one of its bone plates.
As Gucci and Selene kept the Beowolf from moving too much, Carmen looked through her book to find a
familiar spell. Deciding to take a chance, the nun closed her eyes and began to focus. Her body began
to glow as her aura came to life and a large holy glyph appeared in front of her. Much like before, the
sister cast her miracle causing her to fly back as a giant bolt of lightning soared past her teammates and
struck the Beowolf directly.

The Grimm didn’t even have a chance to let out a dying howl as it was instantly disintegrated by the
holy spell, barely a scorch mark left on the dirt signifying a Beowolf once stood there.

Like before, the blowback from casting from her tome rather than the heavens sent Carmen back due to
the force. Right back into a familiar heir that was behind the protective nun. The two collided and fell into
a compromising pile, Carmen’s veil was gone as it was blown away and the sister now face first in front
of Jaune’s waist. The huntress only realized what happened as soon as she felt something warm under
her lower lips. Shrieking, Carmen quickly got to her feet before she could accidentally suffocate their
client between her thighs.

“Got to love the 69 rule. Congrats on the kill shot Bun.” Coco clapped, smirking as she looked at her
blushing teammate. “I guess the only thing left is deciding when the honeymoon is?”

“Can we not joke about this?” Velvet spoke through her flusters.

“Why not, it’s all in good fun. Besides, I’d say that makes you the MVP of this session. No offense, Ms.
G.” Coco patted the girl on the back, quickly apologizing to the professor as well.

“None taken.” Glynda waved off Coco’s jokes. “I assume that was the last of our opposition Mr. Arc?”

“I...yeah, that’s it. All you need to do is wrap up and do any final stuff before I can end things.” Jaune
said, realizing that this weird torture would finally be ending soon.

“In that case, Coco don’t forget to take care of your new prize.” Blake reminded the fashionista.

“Oh crap, I almost forgot about that!” Coco smiled.

“Coco, no!” Velvet shouted, knowing where this was heading.

“Coco, yes!” Coco cheered. “She’s going to be the first of many. You can’t stop this from happening
Bun!”

“I can still make you roll for it.” Jaune quickly added.

“96,” Coco smirked. “Guess I better do my huntress duty and help our little damsel.”

“Let’s save some of that for when we get indoors.” Selene walked up and helped Jaune to his feet
while Carmen was still embarrassed and frozen to the spot. “We can finally book it out of here before
anything else wants to surprise us before midnight.”

“R-Right, what about…?” Jaune looked around at all of the unconscious bandits littering the road.
“You let us take care of that. For now, I’ll leave you to Carmen’s very caring hands.” The huntress
pushed the heir into the blushing nun as she went about looting what little pockets remained on the
bandits.

“Mild annoyances aside, would you have any idea why a bandit tribe would be interested in you Mr.
Arc?” Abigail asked the heir.

“No clue. Never really dealt with any brigands until now.” Jaune said, just as confused as they were. “I
would assume they were just after ransom from my estate.”

“Possibly,” Abigail hummed as she took the time to sterilize her knife while leaving the two alone.

Seeing the danger now gone, Jaune removed her coat and handed it to the red-faced Carmen. Thankful,
the nun accepted the gift and now used it to cover her body. While some buttons strained or refused to
close, Carmen was now at least decent enough to reach the town without drawing too many
questionable looks.

Watching the two’s moment, Carmen was pulled from her voyeurism by Abigail handing her a roll of
bandages.

“What are these for?” The crusader asked, confused.

“To cover your shame. It would be best not to walk into town not wearing any covering.” Abigail
suggested.

“Nah, that would be a waste. Plus I don’t mind giving some village girls a free show.” Bouncing her
breasts in emphasis, Gucci tossed the roll back to the doctor as she walked over to a familiar woman still
on the ground presenting. “Now what to do with you~.” Gucci fondled Sandy’s ass, earning only weak
moans from the bandit.

“Must we take her with us?” Abigail asked.

“Didn’t you want to know why a bunch of bandits would be after our boss Arc here? What better way to
learn than from the pretty girl’s mouth.” Gucci explained.

“You have low standards for beauty.” Abigail duly stated.

“Eh, a nice bath. Some brushing, she’ll be a six out of ten at least.” Gucci then bent down to flip Sandy
over and start scooping the Grimm splooge out of her pussy. “Plus if she misbehaves, you can have a
new lab rat to work with.

Knowing that was the best she was going to get, Abigail just tiredly sighed before placing her mask back
on her face. At least she was getting a potential test subject out of the deal, possibly more if they were
too late and the insufferable bandit was now pregnant with a Grimm spawn.

While those two bickered about what to do with Sandy, Selene was still investigating the bandits.
Uncaring of their weak groans, the faunus looked through coat and pants pockets alike for anything of
value. She had the idea of gathering their weapons to pawn into town, but time wasn’t on her side and
she didn’t feel like shouldering a bundle of weapons.

Soon, Selene walked back to the group carrying the spoils. A large sack full of gold, probably stolen from
another transport on the road, a few magazines all decorated with pictures of nearly nude women in
provocative and enticing positions, and most troubling of all, a photo.

A photo of their client, complete with a heart that seemed to have been drawn with what looked to be
lipstick.

“Found this little thing around that Alumi girl. Looks like they care for more than just a simple ransom.”
Selene showed off the photo to the group.

“A scorned lover maybe?” Gucci asked.

“I’ve honestly never met any bandits, formerly or otherwise.” Jaune quickly answered. “I have no idea
how they could have gotten that picture.”

“Is there a name on it?” Abigail asked the important question.

“Besides some lovey-dovey lines on it, just a big ‘VV’ on the back,” Selene answered, turning the
photo around to show them the initials. “Guess it’s more we have to ask our sleeping bandit when she
snaps out of things.”

“I can hold onto it for you, s-since you don’t have anymore…” Carmen stopped, not wanting to bring up
Selene's near-nudity.

Shrugging her shoulders, Selene gave the photo to Carmen as she handed the rest to Jaune. “That's all
I could find. Lead the way.”

“We’re not that far. If we don’t run into anything else we should make it just in time.” Jaune nodded,
beginning to lead the team of huntresses out towards the village.

The trip was silent, either because of low energy or Gucci too busy enamored by her prize to mess with
anyone in the group. Soon they all made it out of the corrupted woods and were able to spot the
outskirts of the walled village. Their destination in sight, the group all made their way into the safety of
the village, all of them happy that their night can be spent in warm comfy beds instead of the grounds of
the dangerous forest.

”Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.”

Jaune let out a long, tired sigh as he finally was able to put Blake’s campaign book down. Through all of
the jokes, innuendos, and scary teacher moments, he was finally able to finish the session. As Jaune
slumped onto the table, he ignored how Coco and Blake were high-fiving across the table.

“I didn’t think this kind of game would be this fun,” Coco said, giving Blake a toast. “Better than Glacia
romp around the four realms. You sure know how to make an interesting game Blakey.”

“What can I say, I was inspired.” Blake smiled, a sly look given to a certain groaning blond. “I can show
you some other Amber Autumn games out there.”

“Nah, I think I would rather go into this blind. Makes the surprises more fun.” Coco then finished her
drink.

“You just like having a game where you can flirt all you want without consequences.” Velvet gave Coco
a look. “Last time you were this obsessed, you caused a Civil War. Pyrrha still hasn’t forgiven you for
that.”

“Exactly, I get to do my usual character stuff without the possibility of causing a total campaign wipe,”
Coco said, unaffected by Velvet’s disappointing looks. “Besides, I wasn’t the one trying to get some
the whole game.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh Master Arc, please stay behind me~. I’ll put my life on the line to protect you~. Think nothing of my
plump cottontail so close to you, it’s part of the plan I swear~.” Coco mimicked Velvet as best she could
in a playful tone. “Not saying anything is wrong with it, I’m just more upfront about my barding.”

“T-That was...I was just playing my role! And I didn’t say anything close to that!” Velvet objected, not
fooling her leader for a second.

“If it makes you feel better, Gucci was shipping you two.”

“I enjoyed Carmen’s moments,” Blake admitted, not at all affected by the betrayed look Velvet gave
her. “I’d think you were doing it on purpose if not for all the 69’s you rolled. Still, it’s always nice to see
healthy human-faunus relationships.”

“Children, as fun as this is, you can play with Ms. Scarlatina at a later date.” Glynda finally spoke,
making the room go silent again. They didn’t know what to expect from the usually strict teacher,
especially after the performance she made in the session. What they didn’t expect was for the teacher
to take another sip of her punch before looking at Coco. “I expected better from you Ms. Adel.”

“M-Ma’am?” Coco asked nervously, serious as she wondered what Glynda had to say to her.

“You could have done better with the drink selection. It isn’t like Ms. Rose is here.” Glynda gestured to
the punch bowl. “I’ll be sure to bring more quality beverages for those of us that can handle it. Since
this campaign was...surprisingly enjoyable, I’ll look past you breaking Beacon’s rules and sneaking in
adult beverages.”

“Wait, the punch was spiked?!” Jaune jumped, giving shocked looks to the bashful Coco.

“Since the beginning. She wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” Glynda levitated a few books stacked nearby
to show a hidden bottle. “Next time, get proper permission instead of trying my patience Ms. Adel.”
“Noted,” Coco quickly nodded.

“Does this mean the game can continue?” Asked a hopeful Blake.

“It is your time to host a campaign. And, while I do think it is very inappropriate, I’m not in the mood to
add to my workload just to maintain decency and fight against your campaign ideas.” Glynda admitted,
not knowing if it was the alcohol talking at this point or her tiredness. “In Valean law, you all are
considered adults once you’ve become enrolled in one of the four main academies. I expect you to act
as such even for club activities.”

“I understand completely,” Blake said, seemingly back to her more serious self as she tried to contain
her happiness. “So, if we were to be a bit more immersive with the rolls and interactions?”

“Within reason, Ms. Belladonna,” Glynda warned her. “Keep it within the club rules.”

“Right, reason of course.” Blake promised.

“With that, be sure everything is tidied up before you all leave. If you'll excuse me, I have my work to
attend to. Farewell.” The Deputy Headmistress said as she got up to leave the room. Though not before
taking the bottle of alcohol Coco had hidden away.

After Glynda had left, it was Coco who breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought she was about to bring out
the crop for a moment there.”

“You did mess around all game, you really shouldn’t try your luck.” Velvet shivered, as fearful as Coco
was of the disciplinarian.

“Can you blame me? You didn’t exactly help with how you made your character Bun.” With her worries
gone, Coco stood up from her seat and began to gather her things. “This was a blast you two, but Vel
and I have to take off. Sorry for sticking you kids with the cleanup.”

“Something happened?” Jaune asked,

“Nothing serious, but we are slated to do a mission tomorrow. It’s not anything bad, just our turn for
duty on Vale’s wall.” Velvet explained. “There will hardly be any action. Rarely does a Grimm ever get
close to the wall, but it counts as a weeklong mission.”

“We should get back to our dorm before lights out.” Coco clarified. “Yatsu wanted to make sure we had
everything up to date before we left in the morning, but I was able to convince him that Vel and I needed
to fulfill our club activities before we even bothered with that.”

“You know he means well.” Velvet defended her partner.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have to be all Team-Mom about it, Coco said jokingly. “Anyway, Fox texted me
that our calm giant might pop a blood vessel soon so we have to bail early.”
“We’re really sorry for this.” Velvet quickly added.

“It’s fine, you two go ahead and we’ll finish up here,” Jaune said, helping to ease the bunny girl's
worries.

“I’ll text you all the after quests options so that you can send Jaune what you want your characters to
do in the meanwhile,” Blake said, not addressing the confusion on Jaune’s face. “We won’t take them
out on quests without you, but they can still do some things for story reasons.”

It should have been obvious, their characters should have something to do and not be stuck in limbo, it
was only fair in Blake’s mind.

“Cool, can’t wait to see if I break my new bandit in.” Coco smiled, though a buzz from her scroll told her
they didn’t have much time left. “And that’s Fox with warning number two. We better go.”

“Right, see you both when we get back.” Velvet gave the two a wave as she and Coco left the room.

Now alone in the room, Blake decided it was now the best time to address her ‘partner-in-crime.’ “So
now that you had a taste, think you’ll be able to come up with something fancy from this session?”

“Blake I’ll be honest. It took all the willpower I had not to lose focus when the clothes started tearing.”
Jaune admitted.

“You still kept it professional and did a good job.”

“An Arc never goes back on their word. Even if it involves being blackmailed by their friends.” Jaune
gave the girl a sour look.

“Blackmail is such a negative word. I just gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse.” Blake smirked.
“Besides, this is just the beginning. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the club does with the campaign.”

“About that, can’t you get someone else to GM the rest?” Jaune asked. “Isn’t it kind of awkward to do
this kind of campaign around a guy in a room mostly filled with girls?”

“No one complained so far.” Blake reminded him.

“Because Velvet is nice, Coco doesn’t care, and Ms. Goodwitch...was pretty scary after that third
drink,” Jaune told her. “And what about when you bring Weiss to play. She’d kill me while calling me a
degenerate even if this wasn’t my idea.”

“Oh don’t worry about Weiss. I’ll handle her.” Blake said. “And to answer your question, no. No one
else in the school can even pull off the epic narrator voice as you can. Plus you were nice and
descriptive with everything. Those years writing Ninjas of Love must have paid off.”

“I told you not to bring that up!” Jaune said, red in the face at how casually Blake just dropped his big
secret. Well, second big secret after sneaking into Beacon but he didn’t need word going out he helped
write the largest selling smut piece in Remnant. “Ruby’s friend does good impressions! Nickel, right?”
“Penny and no.” Blake once again dashed his hopes. “She’s good but her availability is all over the
place because of Headmaster Ironwood. You, however, I can rely on to be here and give your best.”

“Because I have no choice?”

“Because you’re a good friend like that.”

Jaune sighed, he could try and fight the girl until graduation but he knew enough about Blake
Belladonna to know once she wanted something she’d always get her way. Whether he wanted to or
not, Jaune Arc was cast as the narrator of Blake’s lewdest masterpiece.

Last time he ever admits he was a writer to a fellow bookworm for as long as he lived.

“Now, you have some studying to do. Make sure you learn all the mechanics and everything from cover
to cover.” Blake forced the ‘homework’ into the Arc’s arms before helping to usher him out the door.
“I’ll clean up the rest. You just worry about being the best GM and smut writer ever.”

“Yeah yeah…” Jaune said dully as he was pushed out the door. If he wasn’t able to get out of this then
might as well take a full look at what he had gotten wrapped up in. Maybe there was a reason Blake
designed the important NPC to look exactly like him.

Once Jaune was gone, Blake shut the door and walked back with a happy smile on her face as she
cleaned up the leftover chips and drinks.

After so long, she was finally able to have the game she wanted. All those months helping Ruby set up
the club and make the rules, sitting through sweet cliched fairy tales, normal epics, and disturbing Glacia
campaigns were about to pay off. When everything was cleaned up, Blake then walked over to a
non-suspicious corner of the room and pulled out a camera. A light at the side showing the device was
set to recording.

She would need to review the footage later, for the campaign of course.

With everything now in order, the cat-faunus took out her scroll and made sure to leave an important
message on the club’s official message board.

Blake couldn’t wait to see what kinds of characters everyone else would come up with for her game.
The next session couldn’t come fast enough. Tucking the camera away, Blake was looking forward to
rewatching the campaign as soon as the rest of Team RWBY fell asleep.
 1 - Interludes and Interlewds 1

Another chapter done, but this time its a set of Interludes, and Interlewds, for the characters of the last
chapter. This was done because the author feels bad about how long its taking for chapter 2. Hope this
buys a bit of time.

It takes place entirely in universe, so the players are not visible. -Signed Roanes

Abigail Blackthorn

To those that know Abigail personally, they would say that she was married to her work more than
anything else. As soon as Abigail and her companions had finished their welcome banquet, prepared by
the Arc Family Maids, she asked to possibly secure a private room for her own personal research and
workshop. Of course, she put her new lab to use at once by operating on their former attacker.

While a part of her didn’t really want to treat Sandy, the deal Gucci struck with her was too enticing to
ignore. Especially now that she had new material to study thanks to the captured bandit.

Right now, Sandy’s ‘gift’ was secured in a flask that Abigail had situated on her desk. It was tough to
get samples of Grimm due to their nature to disintegrate upon death. Of course, in her research, she
found out that newly formed Grimm birthed from women are less likely to turn to ash if aborted from their
unwilling mothers quickly enough. These failed births were enough to help scientists like Abigail learn
more and more about the Grimm.

Now in her element, Abigail took myriads of notes as she observed her new specimen while only
stopping to enjoy a bottle of wine gifted to her by her new benefactor.

Writing in her notebook, Abigail paused to take another sip from her wine glass. She was of course
miffed to not be allowed inside the town’s tavern after she had a small fight with another unruly
customer. Luckily, the kind heir didn’t mind sharing some of the manor’s wine with her. She then
looked over to the blood-red-colored herbs now resting in a vase of water on a table nearby.

Those herbs that were found during their unexpected adventure were surprisingly useful for her craft and
quite rare to get a hold of in regular markets. Valuable too. She was grateful to have been gifted them
and was already making plans to have more produced in her new private workshop. Growing a supply of
these herbs would better aid her and her comrades in her future expeditions.

As Abigail took another slow sip of her wine, a thought came to her that put a smile on the usually stoic
scientist’s face.

She had never properly thanked Jaune for not only allowing them to stay in his home, but also for
sharing food and drink as well as gifting her a whole private room for her research on top of the herbs he
had gifted her. Needless to say, Abigail was quite indebted to the blond gentleman.

And Abigail wasn’t someone who liked leaving any debt unrepaid. So many options popped into her
inquisitive mind as Abigail thought of ways to reward her generous employer.

Maybe she could ask one of the maids for ideas. That Head Maid seemed to know Arc the longest, she
might have some ideas. Perhaps she would know how to best show her appreciation.

Gucci Vanille

“Aaaa~!”

Another low and guttural moan left Sandy’s lips as her body continued to tremble. A new whelp formed
on her body from where she had just been lashed. Pain and pleasure had become the same at some
point as the bandit lost track of time since her ‘interrogation’ began. She was sure her torturer was
getting off to this pain more than she was.

“Come on~. If you can just be a good girl and tell me what I want to know I might just let you down.”
Gucci smiled, jiggling the chains holding Sandy in the air to further remind her of how useless struggling
was at this point.

After Abigail had taken the time to abort the Grimm seed that was recently planted in the bandit, the
Crusader wasted no time taking her new toy to a private room for some…crusader work. Luckily there
was a nice maid that led her to one of the ‘Game Rooms’ as they were called to help with her
interrogations. And said interrogations began with chaining Sandy to the wall; arms and legs spread
wide for Gucci’s pleasures.

Once the medicine wore off and the bandit had come to, she immediately flew into curses upon finding
herself handcuffed and hanging from a wall.

Which was immediately met with a slap to the face from the Crusader.

And so began their back and forth. Gucci would ask Sandy a question about her bandit tribe and why
they were after the blond gentleman whose home they were in. Sandy, however, would reply with any
crude explicit she could think of. It was expected for a bandit to have such a foul mouth.

So Gucci simply continued with her favorite method of interrogation. Beating the problem until it was no
longer a problem. Luckily the room came very well stocked. Plenty of toys that had the crusader
salivating at the thought, but she decided to keep things simple tonight with a whip she had found
amongst the ‘interrogation’ tools.

So their routine continued. Gucci would ask the same questions and Sandy would reply with the same
nasty remarks. Honestly, it pained the huntress to have to mark up an otherwise cute girl, but she had to
train her accordingly. She can always take her to a clinic to get her scars healed with aura anyway.

“F-Fuck...off,” Sandy said, gasping again as she felt Gucci’s fingers reach down. A finger slipped deep
into her cunt while another flicked and rubbed against her clit.
“Believe me, I’m trying. But someone doesn’t want to play ball and tell me what I want to know~.” A
quick thrust of her finger inside was instantly met with high pitch squeals as a torrent of fluids squirted
out of Gucci’s new pet. She would have to thank Abigail for giving her that aphrodisiac, it had left their
bandit friend all so sensitive to the smallest touch. Perfectly receptive to gentlest touch as if left on a hair
trigger.

“I’m not always so mean, I can be very fun to be around. You know I’m the reason you’re not rotting in
a cell with any of those other bandit bitches that we left on that road. Well, the ones that weren’t picked
up by Grimm.” Watching the girl unconsciously shiver, Gucci smirked as she then blew on Sandy’s ear
causing her to have another mini-orgasm. “That’s right. We could have left you with that big bad bear,
you know. He actually left you a little present before we killed him.”

And that was when Sandy gasped, face growing frightfult as she looked down. The bandit had seen
what happened to those who had given birth to Grimm. Some never really recovered, broken down as
they became eager sluts for their next fix of Grimm cock.

Tears began to build in the bandit’s eyes, but through her own force of will, she wouldn’t allow a single
one to fall. Strength. That’s all that mattered in the tribe, what they were all taught. Still, a dark thought
went through her mind telling her that all that strength wouldn’t mean much if she was just a...Grimm
factory.

Suddenly, Gucci pulled the tear-filled Sandy face up to look at her.

“So you understand then? After our fight with your baby-daddy, we really should have left you. But our
Nun was very forgiving even if you tore up her pretty clothes. And like I said, I don’t always have to be
the mean one.” Gucci then let go of Sandy. “We got you all treated up. Got all that yucky Grimm gunk
out of you. Even made sure to throw out your ‘gift.’ That’s why your little bandit pussy is rather…”

Sticking another digit in, Sandy’s eyes reeled back as she had another violent orgasm at Gucci’s
skilled fingers. Panting, the bandit could only look with half-glazed eyes as the Crusader licked her
fingers clean of Sandy’s nectar.

“Sensitive~.” After that reminder, Gucci then cracked her new whip. “And that’s not the only thing
that’s sensitive. So, one more time. What does your tribe want with Arc?”

She could just tell them. Maybe the beatings would end and she could just bide her time before escaping
and returning to the tribe. If the tribe would take her back. Right now, the best thing to do would be to act
smart and give the swordswoman what she wanted.

But right now, Sandy wasn’t in the mood to be smart. She was in the mood to be petty. Did this
huntress want her to beg for forgiveness? Tell her she’s seen the error of her ways? Well, she had
another thing coming.

“Why don’t you go back to sucking off that Sugar-Daddy of yours? Or is he more interested in someone
other than some bimbo going around pretending she’s a knig-aaah!!”
And just like that, talking with a whip smacking across Sandy’s chest. Her breast jiggling in pain, a new
whelp to join the others cross-crossing her body. Her body again betrayed her, her much more sensitive
flesh finding pleasure at the feeling of rough leather breaking against skin. Treacherous and loud whines
left Sandy’s lips as she once again squirted her pussy juices across the floor.

“Aww, I thought we were finally having a moment~. Luckily we have all night to try again.” Gucci said,
unapologetically.

The first night wouldn’t yield much information from the defiant bandit. And once Sandy eventually
passed out from pain and pleasure, Gucci would leave her to be imprisoned in a cell by one of the
maids. The bandit girl wasn’t going anywhere and Gucci could always try one of those fancy toys she
had seen in the room to help train her newest pet.

Carmen Lop

“I appreciate the added security, but you don't need to stay with me if you don’t want to,” Jaune said,
speaking to the guest in his bedroom.

“I couldn’t just leave you alone, not after the trip we had. Call me paranoid, but I just feel better knowing
you had protection close by.” Carmen waved her arms frantically, trying to explain herself to the Heir.
“A-And, it looked like the Head Maid was relieved to know you are being guarded as well.”

“She has always been a worrywart.” Jaune chuckled, easing the mood. “Still, are you sure you’re
comfortable in just that? I can have clothes delivered for you.”

“I-I wouldn’t want to impose. Just this alone is already too generous.” Carmen pulled at the ends of the
soft bathrobe wrapped around her frame. With the village’s Abbey closing for the night, the Nun would
have to wait before she could procure more holy garments. Still, she was surprised to have been given
such a soft and luxurious robe to help keep her modesty when they had arrived.

“Considering you helped save my life during our trip, I’d say a small bathrobe isn’t generous enough.”
Jaune joked again, finally rewarded with a giggle from the Nun. “The least I could do is offer you the bed
for the night.”

“I couldn’t, I mean...!” Carmen nearly jumped, nervousness clear on her face. “I’m a guest, I couldn’t
just take your bed from you!”

“It’s only polite and I still owe you for personally protecting me.” Jaune waved off her worries and
turned to walk away. “Don’t worry about me, I should have a cot in my closet. The least I could do is
give you a comfy bed for the…”

The heir would have gone to search for the cot, if not for the hand that suddenly grasped his own. Jaune
turned back to see the woman holding his hand. Pink danced along Carmen’s face as the nun now
looked deep into his eyes, her heartbeat quickening as she continued to feel the warmth from the man’s
hand.

“I would feel awful letting you rest in a simple cot while you generously lent me your bed.” Carmen
managed to talk through her small stutters. “You’ve done so much for all of us since we arrived, it feels
wrong of me to rob you of a comfortable night’s rest. So, i-if you’re not against it. We could
perhaps...share the bed?”

It suddenly got much warmer in the room, or that’s what it seems to the Arc as he felt his face heat up.
Jaune suddenly became more conscious of what Carmen was wearing. The small white bathrobe was
wrapped snugly tight, but only just enough to keep the rabbit nun decent. Large bountiful breasts
threaten to spill out the robe’s closed top and the ends of the robe just enough to reach the beginnings
of Carmen’s plump thighs, a peak of fresh white panties already slightly visible beneath the ends of the
robe’s skirt.

“N-No, I mean...that is to say that wouldn’t be appropriate.” Briefly flustered, the Arc did his best to
keep his attention to Carmen’s eyes instead of her alluring figure. It didn’t help that the nun also had
the most mesmerizing eyes, almost like chocolate. “Not just professionally, but for a man and woman to
share a bed…”

“A-As your guard, it would be unwise for us to be too far apart. And as y-your friend, I w-wouldn’t be
against sharing. If it isn’t a problem with you.”

Of course, it wasn’t a problem! That was what first came to Jaune’s mind, surprised that someone like
Carmen was actually ok with and even possibly pushing for them to share the bed. He would have
thought there was some ulterior motive, it wouldn’t be unheard of for women to try and ‘welcome’
themselves to a wealthy man’s bed. However, just one look at Carmen easily shattered those thoughts.

Clear concern was in her eyes, the same that had watched over him during their short venture through
that old road. Her clenching his hand with her own reminded the Arc that she was still holding his hand,
her palms soft despite the dangerous work of being a huntress. The longer they stayed close, the harder
it became to look away from Carmen. Whether because of her kindness or her beauty, Jaune didn’t
know.

“It’s not that I mind, more I would think this goes against the teachings of the church. I wouldn’t want to
do something that could offend.” Jaune snapped out of his trance, trying to explain his reasoning.

“The goddess isn’t against such things, in fact, moments like this are encouraged.” Carmen’s face
became even pinker. “Belladonna’s teachings are not against a man and a woman sharing a bed. Or
perhaps, even going further than that.”

“F-Further?”

By now Carmen was beet red, using all her willpower to keep eye contact with the heir. Still caressing
his hand with her own, she pulled the hand closer towards her to place it on her chest. As she kept his
hand on top of her heart she continued to speak.

“I kept you safe, as a huntress and sister of the church but...when I first came upon you I felt my heart
skip a beat. Even now, can you feel it?” Carmen asked, pulling the hand even closer against her breast.
“You must think foolish of me, believing in love at first sight.”
“Of course not,” Jaune quickly said, still a bit surprised at her words. “I’m surprised to get such a
reaction from someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“Forgive me if I’m being too bold, but someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t have a hard time finding a
suitor,” Jaune said honestly, a blush clear on his face.

“Me? Beautiful?” Carmen looked down, ears drooping slightly as she broke eye contact for the first time
since they began talking. “I’m not anything special. There are many sisters more beautiful than me.
Even the rest of the team are more appealing surely.”

In the midst of her self-depreciation, Carmen was stopped when a hand gently cupped her chin and
turned her head back to face the young heir.

“Even so, that doesn’t mean you’re any less beautiful,” Jaune said to the teary-eyed faunus girl.

Neither of them knew who moved first, the sister deciding to take the plunge or the heir admiring the
beautiful nun devotion, but suddenly the two were now lying on the bed connected at the lips. Their first
kiss soon became more intense as Carmen and Jaune continued to slowly and passionately make out.
In the midst of their kiss, the two started to slowly undress each other.

Jaune, being the most dressed, shed his slightly tattered suit. Carmen helped to unbutton the Arc’s
dress-shirt and run her hands across his surprisingly toned chest. Soon the two had to stop to eventually
breathe, Jaune now topless overtop the flushed Carmen.

Carmen herself, already barely clothed, had easily untied and lost her robe during the first few minutes
of their passion. The rabbit slightly panting, her breasts fully exposed as they slightly bounced with each
breath. The nun left in only a pair of white panties previously gifted to her by the Head Maid.

Briefly stunned by the faunus girl’s beauty, Jaune continued as he saw the silent want in Carmen’s
eyes. His hands already began exploring Carmen's chest as he kissed her neck. As if they had a mind of
their own, Jaune hands slowly mapped out the nun’s body. One hand dragged along Carmen’s skin,
finding spots that made the faunus girl mutter and moan while the other hand began teasing at her
breast, massaging her nipple between two fingers.

Carmen was trapped in a haze of passion, her breathing becoming more and more erratic as she
moaned due to the Arc’s careful ministrations. In her trance, Carmen let out a loud moan feeling the
hand teasing and prodding at her breasts.

And then she felt him pet her ears, which almost sent Carmen over the edge. The Arc’s soft fingers
trailing down bunny ears making the faunus wet with glee.

In her lust-fueled haze, Carmen’s hands moved down towards Jaune’s pants where she felt a large
bulge almost trying to rip itself free of its silk prison. The nun then proceeded to unbuckle the heir’s belt
and slide down his pants in an attempt to reach the noble’s sword. Eventually the two paused, enjoying
the sight of the other only clad in just their underwear.
Clear want in both of their eyes, Carmen soon shot up and pulled Jaune down into the bed with her.
Suddenly the roles were reversed, with a surprised Jaune now lying on the bed while an eager Carmen
began pulling on his boxers and freeing the noble heirloom that caught her eyes. Eventually, the cloth
came down and the faunus was now face to face with the Arc family sword.

Before Jaune could speak, he was stopped by a goran that unconsciously left his lips. Looking down, he
was mesmerized by the nun now kissing and licking his cock.

“For...all you’ve done...let me...reward you.” Carmen spoke in between her many kisses along the
Arc’s cockhead.

A service taught to members of the Belladonna Church was taking in the lust from many patrons seeking
comfort and relief. Of course, Carmen had been taught the same and had been given many toys to
practice with but none of her lessons compared to the real thing. The firm and throbbing penis, salty
precum leaking from the tip. It took all of Carmen’s willpower not to take the tool and place it where it
should be.

But she wanted Jaune to enjoy the night, to savor the moment where they first made love. So against
what every instinct in her body was telling her, Carmen continued to slowly lap at her treat, giving it a
fresh coat of spit as she traveled from tip to base.

Jaune didn’t think the night would have turned out like this. Starting with him thanking the kind faunus
for her help and now the same kind and beautiful faunus was now essentially worshipping his dick. Her
every kiss and lick made his cock twitch with sexual want.

And then, after what felt like months of sexual torture, Jaune moaned as he felt a warm mouth wrap
around his dick.

Carmen went slow, leg trembling in lustful excitement, as she moved further down to try and take as
much of the Arc’s sword down her throat as she could. Reaching her limit, Carmen took a moment to
relax before she started moving her mouth. Up and down, Carmen kept her eyes on the blond, his
pleasure filled face ingrained in her mind as she continued. And when she felt the familiar hands on her
head, Carmen took it as a sign to keep going.

“Carmen.” Jaune continued to moan her name, his hands on the faunus head giving her soft pets as
she bobbed up and down his length.

Everytime he said her name it seemed to awaken a fire in the woman. One of lust and devotion as
Carmen kept going. Hearts now fully in her eyes, she went even faster. Her free hands massaging the
valuable jewels bouncing against her chin as she tried to coax out more love from the blond.

Carmen’s only warning was a loud call of her name before his pelvis slammed into her face, Jaune’s
cock now deep inside her throat. The faunus could only gurgle a moan as she felt her cheeks begin to fill
up. The sheer volume of the cream soon became too much and, to her discomfort, Carmen had to
release her treat. Her mouth full of the Arc’s seed as another spray hit her face and her chest.
Breathing heavily, Jaune almost passed out at the sight. There between his legs, her large chest
covered in white, was Carmen.

The sister then opened her mouth to show the sheer volume he had just pumped into her before closing
it and swallowing with an audible gulp. Moaning from her meal, Carmen then opened to show the Arc
her now empty mouth. Her dainty fingers cleaned off some of the cum that stained her face, only to lick
them off her fingers in front of the blond.

Seeing him enraptured, Carmen stood up and proceeded to remove the last of her clothes. The gifted
panties were almost soaked through by the faunus juices as she peeled them down her legs. A want and
hunger still in the girl's eyes, Carmen was once again on top of Jaune wanting to make her desires
known.

“I said, I wanted to reward you. And the only thing of value I could possibly offer...is my body.” Said
faunus now unconsciously sliding her slickened folds along Jaune’s legs. A familiar throbbing against
her stomach telling Carmen that the Arc was still hard and ready to go. “Go ahead. I offer this body to
you. For your every want and need. If you’ll have me…?” She nervously finished.

Instead of receiving an answer, Carmen soon felt herself flip and now she returned to being spread onto
the soft bed. Looking up with want in her eyes, she opened her legs to show more of her increasingly
wet slit to further show her offer to the Arc.

Her answer came in two forms. One was the lips now claiming hers as Carmen moaned into the Arc’s
mouth. The second was the familiar cock now pressed against the entrance of her slit, ready to fully
claim the bunny. Coaxing the blond more, Carmen sooned moaned louder as she felt herself being filled
by Jaune's rather-large weapon.

Their kiss ending, Carmen felt a shudder run through her as the cock continued to penetrate her. And
then he started to move, every thrust already shaping and molding her walls as he filled every inch of
her pussy. And Carmen didn’t want it to stop, gasping and moaning as she held Jaune close as he
claimed her.

“Yess! Yesss! I’m yourss! Your little pet bunny!” Carmen gasped, her mind quickly melting from the
heat going through her body. Her legs wrapped around Jaune to try and pull him even deeper inside her.

Jaune grunted as he continued, still sensitive from the sister’s earlier mouthwork and now her warm and
tight tunnel wrapping around his shaft, trying to milk him for all he had was already about to send him
over the edge. Jaune called out her name again, a load already threatening to release as he continued
to bond into her.

“Carmen, I’m…” Jaune tried to hold back as much as he could. Her pussy too enjoyable to stop fucking
and the huntress’ legs preventing him from leaving her flowing folds.

Hearing what he said, Carmen didn’t seem to notice his warnings as she just held him closer. Unwilling
to let go of the man laying claim to her, every time she felt his cock knock against her womb she felt a
building wave of pleasure. As the wave grew higher, she continued to move with Jaune in lustful rhythm
as she could feel the wave reaching its peak soon.
“Want it! I want it!” Carmen continued to say, over and over as she shoved Jaune’s face into her
breasts. The sister then let out a loud moan as she felt the pleasure hit her all at once, her body
twitching from the climax running through her. And almost immediately she felt another wave hit her as
she felt something hot begin to fill her depths.

Moaning into her bountiful breasts, Jaune gave a final hard thrust into Carmen’s hips as he fired his
load deep into her gates. A fertile wave pooling inside of the faunus’ womb, painting Carmen’s
chamber white.

Coming down from their high, Carmen finally released Jaune as she grew weak. Moaning happily as she
felt their combined love juices start to flow out her pussy. Still weak, Carmen allowed the arms to wrap
around her and pull her into Jaune’s arms as they kissed once more.

Unbeknownst to the two lovers, their copulation would soon bear fruit. The Arc’s fertile seed was
already taking hold on one and fertilized one of the faunus’ willing eggs. New life born from their night of
passion.

Maybe she would know in the morning, maybe not, but for now all that was in Carmen’s mind now was
continuing their moment of bliss. Still locking lips with her lover, Carmen slowly made her way back on
top of Jaune and placed his cock back inside her.

They would continue the whole night. From outside of the room, the bed could be heard squeaking as
the two continued round after round of intense lovemaking. The nun’s stamina and aura was more than
enough for her to pleasure her caring lover the whole night and even more. Soon they would both pass
out in each other's arms, exhausted from their many passionate rounds as Jaune filled Carmen’s inner
garden with more and more of his fertile seed.

But until then, all Carmen cared about was pleasuring the kind man that she had fallen in love with in
any way possible.

Selene Noire

Whoa.

This wasn’t what Selene expected to hear, much less see come from the heir’s bedroom. The
Highwaywoman had previously been by herself in the manor’s library after receiving her set of robes
and spare underwear from the maids. She had decided to go relieve Carmen of guard duty, to help the
sister out with watching over their employer while Gucci and Abigail were busy doing Belladonna knows
what.

What Selene didn’t expect to come across the two, watching from behind the door as they were
mid-coitous. At first she had thought she was just hearing things incorrectly. That changed once she had
cracked the door open slightly to spy a certain rabbit faunus riding on top of their blond gentleman.

She was a sister of the Belladonna Church, such things were to be expected considering their
profession, but still it felt scandalous. Hearing Carmen’s cries of love as she tried to milk the Arc dry, a
far cry from the bashful girl Selene had met on their way to the manor. Though as scandalous as it
looked, it was no less hot to watch.

And while she wanted to continue watching, Selene decided to quietly close the door and backed away
from the lustful display.

Just then, Selene felt a tap on her shoulder causing the faunus to jump slightly and turn to the maid
standing behind her in surprise, her hand grasping at her knife she had tucked into her new robes.

“Might I ask why you’re here snooping outside the Master’s bedroom?” To Selene’s bad luck, it was
the Head Maid who had caught her loitering the halls.

The Head Maid was still an intimidating sight to the huntress. A rather tall fair-skinned woman with long
white hair pulled into a bun with the hardest blue eyes that bore into Selene’s soul. It still impressed
Selene how the maid could inspire so much fear considering what she was wearing. A rather low cut
blue top with white frills that showed off a modest valley of cleavage. A frilly white half-apron was tied
over a skimpy blue skirt, white garters and stockings run from below the skirt and over her long legs
before ending in a pair of heels.

“I wasn’t snooping. I was just...checking to make sure everything was all right.” Selene tried to explain.
“Security and all that.”

“Then wouldn’t it be faster to knock rather than peeking through the door?” The maid raised a brow.

“I was just trying to be polite.” Selene shrugged her shoulders.

“I see, and I’m sure it wasn’t because you were enjoying watching their performance.” The huntress’
silence was all she needed to hear as she only gave a passing look to the door. Muffled bed squeaks,
lustful shouts, and all. “They’re not exactly subtle. Your teammate especially. I could hear her down the
hall thanks to your opening of the door.”

“And you’re just...ok with that?” Selene raised a brow.

“Of course. It is for the good of the Arc family.” The Maid said to the confused and curious huntress.
“However, it would be best if you kept such a thing like this to yourself.”

“And why is that? Are you threatening me?”

“I’m saying that unlike the other three you arrived with you’re not from any long standing institution.”
The Maid continued to speak. “You’re not a member of the church like the knight or your sister-friend,
nor are you a part of a government facility like Ms. Blackthorn. If you were to try and cause a scandal
with the Master, your words wouldn’t have much weight.”

“Even if you say so, what makes you so confident I won’t speak about that at all?” Selene crossed her
arms.

“Because even if you did, would people really believe the words of some bandit over me?” The maid
asked.

“Former bandit.”

“A bandit with a conscience then. Or maybe you left the Nine Lives for another reason.” The maid
noticed the shocked look on Selene’s face, but nonetheless kept going. “You should do better at getting
rid of this old pin if you don’t want to be associated with them.” Opening her hand, Selene could see the
Head Maid was holding a familiar pin with a well known bandit insignia on it.

Even with a slash clear through the image, all the average person would see was the mark of a rather
infamous gang known across the region. If revealed, even if she did something to the maid it wouldn’t
clear Selene in case there were others who had seen it. That gang still seemed to haunt her even
though she did all she could to distance herself from them.

“I...what do you want?” Selene finally asked, seeing no other options.

“Just a few simple requests. Continue your mission to protect the young Master and keep their little
show you saw to yourself.” The maid said sternly. “And, if you think of going against that. Well, it isn’t
uncommon for ‘former bandits’ to end up going missing in the middle of the night. Carried off into the
Grimmlands by who knows what. It would be a shame if you shared such a fate.”

Leaving the huntress in stunned silence, the maid gave Selene a hard pat on the shoulder as she turned
to leave.

“I would leave them be. Ms. Lop seems to be taking her guarding duties very seriously. If you really
have more questions I can answer the ones you need to know.”

“And if I’m curious about anything else?” Selene spoke again, a bit shook from the threats.

“Then perhaps prove yourself loyal to the Arc Family and I will see about answering your curiosity.” The
maid answered. “Though, if the Master decides to tell you more…”

“You would just tell me if Jaune said so?” Selene asked.

“Master is a good judge of character. Even choosing to hire ruffians like you when church protectors
would have been just fine. If he were to will it, then I will tell you.” The Maid then stopped. “Though you
will have trouble getting his attention now. Unless you wish to join Ms. Lop during her very passionate
duties.”

It wasn’t like that thought didn’t cross her mind. Selene definitely had such thoughts in mind when she
first caught sight of the heir and the nun’s escapades. The fact Jaune was lasting so long with a
huntress was also an unexpected bonus. However, while Selene might have thought of making the night
a threesome, she didn’t want to give the Head Maid satisfaction.

“I don’t want to interrupt her special night. I can...relieve her of guard duty in the morning.” Selene said.
“Until then...what other requests do you have?”
“That would depend on you, wouldn’t it?” The Maid said as she gestured for Selene to follow her. “Let
us move this conversation to somewhere more private. I wish not to disturb their rest. We can also
speak more about your...new responsibilities to the Master.”

With that, Selene kept silent as she decided to follow the head maid down the hall towards whatever
private room she had in mind. The woman definitely knew how to catch the huntress’ attention, even if it
was done under potential threat. Still, Selene did enjoy a good mystery. It might be interesting to stick
around and see what this mission had in store.

And who knows, maybe she could ruffle the head maid’s skimpy skirt if she happened to earn a certain
blond’s favor.
 2 - Character Sheets for Session 0

Due to a request from the author, and my own begging, I was allowed to post the character sheets for
the team. I don't know if anyone cares all that much, but we did put a bit of thought into these, so I
wanted to share them with you while he worked on the second chapter. - Signed: Roanes.

Side Note from the Author: This is also for some of you who wanted more mechanics of the story. Rolls
are not a thing here, but I can at least give you this. Pester Roanes if you want actual mechanics.

Blake Belladonna
~~~
Highwayman - Selene Noire
Race: Feline Faunus
-
Clothes: Streetwalker
Purple Scarf
Tan Overcoat (1/1)
Worn Jeans (1/1)
Leather Boots
-
Lingerie: Favorite Color
Black Bra (1/1)
Black Risque Panties (1/1)
-
Weapons:
Bandit Knife (4 Melee DMG)
Six-Round Pistol (4 Range DMG)
-
Traits
Stoic (Takes -10 Lust & Corruption DMG.)
Apple-Bottomed (+10 on rolls targeting Bottom and Increased Lust & Corruption DMG. Attacks on Top
have a chance to miss on a Coin Flip)
-
Combat Skills:
Pistol Shot LVL 1: (Range) Fires a dust bullet at the target. Can be used in Positions (2,3,4). Can target
Positions (2,3,4). +25% DMG on Marked Targets.

Grapeshot Blast LVL 1: (Range) Fires a blast of bullets at multiple targets. Can be used in Positions
(2,3). Can target Positions (1+2+3). +4% Crits Received.

Tracking Shot LVL 1: (Range) Fires a special tracking bullet at a target. Can be used in any Position
(1,2,3,4). Can Target Positions (2,3,4). Bypasses/Removes Stealth. Can only be used Once Per Battle.

Open Vein LVL 1: (Melee) An attack with a bladed weapon at the target. Can be used in Positions
(1,2,3). Can Target Positions (1,2). Chance to cause Bleed (2 DMG for 3 rounds). Chance to cause
Bleed Resist. Chance to cause -1 Speed.
-
Camping Skills:
Sewing: Repairs clothing for one Companion without using a Sewing Kit. Removes Aphrodisiacs and
Squirming Parasites.

Bandit’s Sense: (Unique) Prevents Nighttime Ambushes. -20% Chance Party Surprised (4 Battles).
+20% Chance Monster Surprised (4 Battles).

Clean Guns: (Unique) Takes time to clean and improve ranged weapons. +10 ACC Ranged Skills (4
Battles). +20% DMG Ranged Skills (4 Battles). +6% CRIT Ranged Skills (4 Battles).
-
Story:
A former member of the infamous Nine Lives Gang, Selene left the clan during a raid on an attack on a
wagon train moving through the Grimmlands. Spying children amongst the wagon passengers and
feeling guilty. Selene led as many people as she could out of the woods as a horde of Grimm suddenly
swarmed the area. Now alone, without a home to call her own, Selene decided to repent by becoming a
roaming huntress. In a way, she wants to do some good to make up for all the wrongs her old gang has
done. This goal is what now led her to the Village of Veil, as a way for Selene to find redemption.

Velvet Scarlatina
~~~
Vestal - Sister Carmen Lop
Rabbit Faunus
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Clothes: Holy Garments
Black Habit
Black Tunic (1/1)
Black Skirt (1/1)
Shoes
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[li]Lingerie: Pure and Innocent[/li]
[li]White Bra (1/1)
White Panties (1/1)[/li]
[li]-
[/li]
[li]Weapons:[/li]
Holy Mace (3 Melee Damage)
Book of Belladonna (Support)
[li]-[/li]
[li]Traits:[/li]
[li]Hyper-Sensitive (Takes more Lust & Corruption Damage)[/li]
Thicc (Best of both worlds, easier to target both Top and Bottom)
-
[li]Passives:
Religious (Worships the Church of Belladonna): Gains bonus effects when targeted by skills that affect
religion.[/li]
[li]-
[/li]
[li]Combat Skills:[/li]
Hands of Light LVL 1: (Magic/Range) Attacks the target with a burst of holy light. Can be used in
Positions (1,2). Can target Positions (1,2,3). +15% DMG vs Unholy. (Self) +6 ACC & +25% DMG (4
rds).

Judgement LVL 1: (Magic/Range) Calls on a bolt of lightning to smite the target. Can be used in
Positions (3,4). Can target any Position (1,2,3,4). Grants Holy Protection to one piece of clothing.

Divine Comfort LVL 1: (Magic/Heal) Casts Holy Protection AoE on the Full Party’s Clothing

Illumination LVL 1: (Magic/Range) Summons a Sword of Holy Light to attack the target. Can be used in
Positions (1,2,3). Can target any Position (1,2,3,4). Bypasses/Removes Stealth. Adds +5 Torch Light.
-20 DODGE (100% base, 4 rds).
-
[li]Camping Skills:[/li]
Bless: (Unique) Calls for Belladonna’s blessings on a Party Member. +10 ACC (4 Battles). +10 DODGE
(4 Battles).
Pep Talk: Gives Words of Comfort to a Party Member. -15% Lust/Corruption gain (4 Battles).
Pray: (Unique) AoE - Gathers everyone to pray as she reads the words of Belladonna. If religious: -15
Lust/Corruption. If not religious: -5 Lust/Corruption. If religious: +15% PROT (4 Battles). If not religious:
+5% PROT (4 Battles).
Sewing: Repairs clothing for one Companion without using a Sewing Kit. Removes Aphrodisiacs and
Squirming Parasites.
-
Story:
A Vestal of the Church of Belladonna, recently completing her training and led out to follow the Goddess
Belladonna’s will for the people. While trained in the holy arts all sisters should be knowledgeable of,
Carmen pursued the path like that of church huntresses rather than that of ordinary nuns to save herself
for a special someone. Even so, Carmen still travels to help the people in need against the threat and
tainted corruption of the Grimm. The voice of her goddess has now led her to accept a call to action from
the village of Veil, where she goes to help push back the darkness as well as possibly find that special
someone.

Glynda Goodwitch
~~~
Grimm Scholar - Abigail Blackthorn
Human
-
Clothes: Herbology
Scholar’s Grimm Mask
Protective Dark Surgeon Robes (1/1)
Robe Skirt (1/1)
Boots
-
Lingerie: Time Saver
Chest Bandages (1/1)
White Panties (1/1)
-
Weapons:
Surgical Knife (3 Melee Damage)
Explosive Satchels (3 Ranged Damage)
-
Traits:
Cautious (Less likely to be ambushed, but stunned the first turn if pinned)
Thicc (Best of both worlds, easier to target both Top and Bottom)
Stoic (Takes less Lust & Corruption Damage)
-
Passives:
Adult Literature: Starts an expedition with a free Magazine.
-
Combat Skills:
Incision LVL 1: (Melee) Slice a deep wound with a surgical knife. Can be used in Positions (1,2,3). Can
target Positions (1,2). Causes Bleed (2 Damage for 3 Rounds).

Disorienting Blast LVL 1: (Range) Throws a vial that causes a bright explosion. Can be used in Positions
(2,3,4). Can target Positions (2,3,4). Shuffles Target (Moves to Random Position). Stuns Target.
Removes all Grimm Corpses/Ashes instantly.

Battlefield Medicine LVL 1: (Heal) Fixes Damaged Clothing and Cures Party Member. Can be used in
Positions (3,4). Can target any Party Member (1,2,3,4). Removes Aphrodisiacs and Squirming
Parasites.

Blinding Gas LVL1: (Range) AoE - Throws flashing dust that cause a bright flash of light. Can be used in
Positions (3,4). Can target both Positions (3+4). Stuns Target. 3 Uses Per Battle.
-
Camping Skills:
Encourage: Gives words of encouragement to a Party Member. -15 Lust/Corruption.

The Cure: (Unique) Gives a thorough full-body examination on a Party Member to route out Corruption.
Remove random Corruption Effect. +20% Corruption Resist (4 Battles).

Self-Medicate: (Unique) Injects herself with a special blend of aphrodisiac medicine to counter Grimm
Corruption. -10 Lust/Corruption. Fortifies Clothing. Removes Aphrodisiacs and Squirming Parasites. +10
ACC (4 Battles)

Sewing: Repairs clothing for one Companion without using a Sewing Kit. Removes Aphrodisiacs and
Squirming Parasites.
-
Story:
A doctor and scholar who graduated from the secretive Lumen University, Abigail is a studious woman
with no fear of venturing out into the Grimmlands in search of monsters to observe and dissect. She is
dedicated to her research, to study the Grimm so that humanity could learn better ways to defeat them.
As such, she is less liking of those who would disturb or ruin her experiments whether it be bandits
interrupting her research trips or her allies unnecessary destruction of the Grimm before she can
properly examine them herself. Abigail answered the call to Veil for interest in the stories of the various
creatures of darkness said to inhabit the tainted lands surrounding the village.

Coco Adel
Crusader - Gucci Vanille
Human
-
Clothes: ‘Noble’ Crusade
Decorative Breastplate (2/2)
Black Skirt (1/1)
Armored Boots
-
Lingerie: Feminine Fancy
Lacey Brown Bra (1/1)
Slim Brown Panties (1/1)
-
Weapons:
Standard Longsword (4 Melee Damage)
Battle Standard (Support)
Holy Scriptures (Support)
-
Traits:
Perverted (Affects Dynamic Rolls, +20 to rolls, but a chance to initiate conflict if failed.)
Strong (Coin flip when clearing debris without a Shovel.)
-
Passive:
Religious (Worships the Church of Belladonna): Gains bonus effects when targeted by skills that affect
religion.
Holy Tools: Begins expeditions with a free bottle of Holy Water.
-
Combat Skills:
Bulwark of Faith LVL 1: (Buff) Rallies herself underneath the holy flag of Belladonna. Can be used in
Positions (1,2). Can only target Herself. +20 Torch Light. Grants Protection to all Clothing (1 Battle).
Mark Self (1 Battle).

Stunning Blow LVL 1: (Melee) Smacks the target with the flat of her sword. Can be used in Positions
(1,2). Can target Positions (1,2). Stuns Target.

Zealous Accusation LVL 1: (Magic/Range) AoE - Blasts the targets with Holy Scriptures/Belladonna’s
Smut. Can be used in Positions (1,2). Can target both Positions (1+2).

Smite LVL 1: (Melee) Attacks the target with her Holy Weapon. Can be used in Positions (1,2). Can
target Positions (1,2). +15% DMG vs Unholy.
-
Camping Skills:
Encourage: Gives words of encouragement to a Party Member. -15 Lust/Corruption.

Stand Tall: (Unique) Motivates and Restores a Broken Party Member. -15 Lust/Corruption. Removes
Pleasure Overload/Mindbreak Debuff.

Zealous Speech: Rallies the entire party under the words of Belladonna. Party: -15 Lust/Corruption. All
Companions: -15% Lust/Corruption gain (4 Battles).
-
Story:
A holy knight sworn into the Order of the Church of Belladonna. Gucci was a simple tailor’s daughter
before joining the Order in search of greater thrills, the teachings of the Church helped with Gucci’s
growing appreciation for the female form and thus she became a rather infamous face among both the
knight academy as well as some of the nunneries. Despite her amorous nature, Gucci has proven
herself fit to become a proper huntress and knight of the Order to be sent out to fulfill the goddess
Belladonna's will. Of course, her favorite part of her holy mission is earning the favor of the many
beautiful women she meets on each journey. Her mission now takes her to the small hamlet village of
Veil, where Gucci hopes this mission allows her to meet more rare beauties in this corrupt world.

Party Positions at start

Carmen, Abigail, Selene, Gucchi
~
Party Positions at end
Carmen, Selene, Abigail, Gucchi
---
Added this ending bit in post to help those of you who wanted to know, if there even were any. - Signed:
Roanes.
 3 - Session 1

After a long wait, Session 1 is finally here. This time, the team is Blake, as Selene naturally, along with
three new faces to experience the dungeon. With their characters made, and the dice ready, let's see
how well they can handle this most Degenerate of Dungeons. Side Note, the dice rolls are still hidden,
but I'll make note of some more impressive rolls at the bottom note if anyone cares. Signed - Roanes

Life at Beacon was different than anything Weiss could ever imagine.

Ever since she took the flight from the cold loneliness of Atlas to Vale to attend the prestigious academy,
many things happened to the heiress that she didn’t ever expect when she first arrived on campus that
long semester ago.

She didn’t expect to be partnered and led by an admittedly adorable dolt named Ruby who would
become someone Weiss could admit was the closest friend she’s had since her sister. She didn’t
expect to have a former member of the White Fang on the same team and now sees said ex-member as
someone she could trust with her life. She didn’t expect to befriend a certain blond sister of her team
leader that dragged her through adventures in Vale’s nightlife that Weiss had only heard stories about.

However, probably the biggest thing Weiss didn’t expect to learn about herself since coming to Beacon
was her love for tabletop RPGs, more specially Grimm and Grottos.

It all started when she was pulled into a club started by two members of her team, her dolt of a leader
dragging her to that clubroom. At first Weiss thought G&G was just a childish hobby, something unfitting
of her stature. The only reason she stuck around to play in that first game was due to those sad puppy
eyes Ruby and Zwei gave her, guilting her into sitting down and at least trying the game out for herself.

And she was hooked immediately.

G&G gave Weiss something she never thought she needed, a chance to escape. The game gave her
the freedom to be whatever she wanted, to do things that the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company
could never do. She didn’t have to be the stuffy overachieving heiress/huntress, she could be whatever
she desired.

Lady Platinum, a mage of gems and curses.

Aurora, the psionic-subzero heroine that could freeze villains in place with her mind or a wave of her
hand.

Princess Glacia, the princess leading a rebellion against her tyrannical father (a personal favorite of
hers).

It became much easier to destress after an arduous day of classes and training when Weiss could slip
into any role she desired as she rolled the dice. To become characters that could do much more than
the lonely heiress ever could back in that cold mansion in Atlas. In a way, the G&G club became a
haven for Weiss.

So when the notification came out on the club’s official message board about a new campaign, Weiss
was one of the first to read the post in earnest to see what new adventures there was to have. She really
needed a new game after having to skip out on a campaign to focus on a surprise exam. Though one
look at Blake’s post made Weiss’ jaw drop as she repeatedly read the details to make sure she had not
misread anything.

How vulgar. Indecent. Dare she say it, lewd!

After a fifth reading, Weiss had enough and thus began her hunt for the ringmasters behind this new
illicit game. How dare they bring such vulgarity to her special place, they had better give her a good
reason for creating such a horrid campaign. Luckily she didn’t have to look far as she spotted Blake
walking towards their dorm room.

“Oh Weiss, I was actually about to call you,” Blake sooke as if she didn’t have a hand in creating the
second most depraved thing Weiss had ever read. “We’re having a new campaign in the G&G Club, I
was wondering if…”

“Hold it.” Weiss silenced the girl while holding up her scroll. “I’ve already read about your questionable
game. How on Remnant did you even get permission to host such a thing?”

“Did you forget the rules of the club?”

“Of course not! I’ve helped you and Ruby notarize them!”

Blake smirked. “Then as you know, as the current chooser of the campaign, I get to decide what we
play. And since it’ll be my first game, there can be no exceptions. Those were the rules exactly, or did
you forget about that part? Princess Glacia?”

“Don’t you dare compare my noble and righteous quest against corruption with this...this filth!” Weiss
objected.

“Oh, this is filth?” Blake gave the heiress a judgmental look. “Did you forget all that happened during
your whole ‘noble and righteous’ rebellion? I didn’t. No one did. Not only did you pull the Bard trick on
anything that walks, you also caused the biggest casualty in the club’s history.”

“How dare you! Glacia did what she had to do for the sake of her rebellion!”

“Boo hoo, who cares how many times the princess has to spread her legs to secure an alliance. Your
methods ended up causing a giant war! Was it all worth it, was my lvl 15 Assassin worth it Weiss?”

“I…I didn’t expect things to escalate that far. S-Still, those sacrifices helped pave the way for a better
world. You can’t ignore that!”

“Yes, we can’t ignore how much you strung along the nobility to get what you needed. You know what
else we can’t ignore or forget? The seven characters Yang had to bury during your whole daddy issues
campaign!”

“It was a noble sacrifice!”

“Is that what you told Ruby after Scarla took that knife for Glacia during the final battle?”

That was when Weiss had to turn away, red in the face after Blake brought up a rather sore moment
from the past game. “W-We’re not here to discuss my campaign, we’re here because of yours! I want
you to know I will have no part of this, smut fest you and Arc are running!”

“So I can sit through that campaign you made but you won’t do the same for me?” Blake said, causing
Weiss to blush even more. “Just so you know Weiss, Jaune had nothing to do with creating this game. It
was all me.”

“Like you expect me to believe that.” Weiss quickly countered.

“It doesn’t matter. I asked Jaune to GM after hearing how well Ruby talked him up and he…exceeded
my expectations.” Blake smiled. “Everyone who played the first session agreed he did an amazing job,
I’m sure you would be interested in seeing his GM’ing style for yourself.”

“And what makes you think that that would sway my judgment?” Weiss crossed her arms.

“I seem to remember a certain someone loves fully immersive G&G and Jaune can be…very immersive.
I’d say his GM’ing would surprise you, it’s definitely on another level than what you had brought in for
your campaign.” Blake simply smiled. “And I’d say, you at least owe me a single session after having
two of my characters die for your rebellion.”

At that Weiss stayed silent, her face still red. A part of her wanted to stand firm with her decision and
walk away from Blake’s insane game, but she did feel guilty for all of the losses caused by her own
game. “Fine. I guess I can at least sit in for one game. After that, I want nothing more to do with this
debauchery!”

“Of course, here’s a copy of the campaign manual I had made.” Blake’s smile only grew as she pulled
out a notebook from her bag and handed it to the heiress. “It should have everything you need for
character creation. Perhaps you can try making a character a bit different from your usual.”

“Oh, and what would you suggest?” Weiss asked, trying to squash any temptation she had to open the
manual in front of the secret-faunus.

“Well you haven’t played as a faunus yet, have you?”

Once those words had been uttered Weiss went silent, a flurry of thoughts going through her head. Of
course, it makes sense! She got into G&G to get as far away from her usual monotonous Atlesian life, to
be something that would give her father a heart attack. How has she not considered roleplaying as a
faunus?!
As Weiss stood in the hallway having a silent crisis, Blake smirked as she saw the Schnee had taken
her bait. It was easy to see Weiss had a certain theme when it came to her G&G characters, so Blake
knew the exact words to say to get her attention. Now all she had to do was reel her in.

“Backstories are very flexible in this campaign. Perhaps, a disgraced faunus daughter of a certain
businessman. Eager to get back at dear old dad by stealing, bribing, and all sorts of morally
questionable things.” The more Blake talked, the more she knew she had Weiss in her trap. The heiress
was now fidgeting in place, practically glowing red as she kept going. “Maybe this faunus daughter
might even stick it to her father by…”

“Bedding those who were below her station?” Weiss quickly covered her mouth, blushing in shock.
However, the victorious look on Blake’s face was enough to let Weiss know she heard her loud and
clear.

“Just give this a read and decide what you like. We’d love to have you for the campaign, Weiss.” Blake
then set a blank character sheet in the stunned girl’s arms. “I think this game would be perfect for
another ‘noble and righteous’ mission against the corrupt noble patriarchy.”

“D-Does...does Arc…?” Weiss struggled to ask, wondering if Blake had informed the young man of her
past campaigns.

“He doesn’t, Jaune has no clue about the Glacia campaign. So he’ll be very surprised to see there and
what you come up with. I know I’ll be.” Patting Weiss on the back, she gave Weiss a wink before she
went on her way. “Oh and Coco plans to have outfits made. Just so you know~.”

As Blake left the hallway, Weiss was left red with embarrassment and a small amount of excitement.
Looking around, making sure she wasn’t seen, Weiss ducked into the safety of her dorm and began to
thoroughly read the ‘manual’ for character creation.

A Schnee must always strive for perfection and for Weiss that also included creating
the perfect character for her G&G sessions.

(Beacon G&G Club Room)

Jaune wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow as he looked over the prepared club room. The snack
table was decked with treats and drinks of all kinds for the players to enjoy. The main game table had all
the G&G supplies neatly laid out so that they could all easily hop into the campaign. Even if he didn’t
really want to be the GM for this crazy adventure he would still be professional about it at least.

It was a shame that Velvet and Coco couldn’t be here tonight due to their team’s mission. And with
Glynda pulled into a late meeting with Ozpin, that meant that only Blake would be available to continue
the campaign. Before he could celebrate the possibility of not diving back into lewdness, he had
received a text from Blake informing him that she found three more people willing to join the campaign.

Now stuck waiting for people to arrive, the Arc grabbed one of the People Like Grapes soda from the
snack table just as the clubroom door opened.
“Good, you already have everything ready,” Blake said, impressed as she came in carrying a bundle of
clothes. “I was afraid I’d have to hunt you down.”

“Haha,” Jaune laughed dryly. Most would think what Blake said was a joke but Jaune knew she would
seriously hunt him down if he had tried to bail from his duties as GM. He then noticed the clothes the
faunus had brought with her. “You could have messaged me and I would have helped you with those
clothes.”

“It’s ok, I had bumped into some help on the way here,” Blake said as she set the clothes down on a
nearby table and went back to open the door.

As if on cue, three other girls entered the room. Each of them also held wrapped bundles of clothes as
they dropped the clothes alongside the pile Blake had brought in. One of them was a very familiar face
as she waved to Jaune now that her arms were free.

“Hello again,” Pyrrha politely said.

“Wait, you really want to play this Pyrrha?” Jaune asked, surprised to see his partner was one of the
unfortunate people dragged into this.

“It did sound rather...interesting when Blake first posted it on the club’s forums, I figured I would at least
give it a try before I go judging others' ideas.” Pyrrha explained as she took a seat. “And Blake can be
very determined when she wants something.”

“Don’t I know it.” Jaune sighed as he then looked at the other two ‘victims’ of Blake’s persuasions.

The one that worried him the most was Weiss, who looked torn between glaring daggers at him
specifically and staring at the character sheet in her hand with embarrassment. Jaune wasn’t sure how
Blake managed to rope Weiss into joining this game. Maybe she had some blackmail on Weiss too?
Still, Jaune made a mental promise to try and not give the heiress any excuses to freeze him on the
spot.

With thoughts of murderous Weiss pushed aside, Jaune then focused on the final and most surprising
guest Blake had brought to the clubroom. “You’re one of Ruby’s friends. From Haven, right?” Jaune
asked.

“Something like that.” The girl gave a smile before shaking his hand. “I’m Emerald. I was actually
looking for something fun and new to pass the time while my team and I are here for Vytal. Ruby
recommended I try this club out. And I bumped into your friends while they were hauling costumes from
somewhere.”

“That does sound like her.” Jaune smiled, remembering the day a persistent girl in a red hood dragged
him to this clubroom for the first time. “Sorry that this game has to be your first experience in G&G.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Emerald shrugged. “It’s just all swords, spells, and dice, right? I’ve heard
of Grimm & Grottoes but never actually gave it a shot.”
“It’s kind of more complicated than that, but that’s basically the gist,” Jaune said. “If Blake filled you in
on the campaign and you still want to play, I can’t stop you. Did Blake give you all the basics, like your
character sheet?”

“Character sheet?” Emerald asked, clearly confused.

“A part of G&G is roleplaying. You’re supposed to make a character for the campaign.” Jaune
explained.

“Oh, I see.” Emerald rubbed her shoulders nervously. “I didn’t hear about that and don’t really have
anything prepared. I didn’t think I’d actually try G&G out.”

“It’s fine, Jaune.” Blake joined in, a piece of paper in hand. “Emerald already told me how she was
new to this so I decided to help her out and prepare a character for her. Something to help her get her
feet wet.”

“Is that alright with you?” Jaune turned to Emerald to ask. “Your first G&G character is kind of a big
deal.”

“Sure, you know more about this game than me so I trust you to make it,” Emerald said, waving off
Jaune’s worried look as she turned to Blake. “I’ll still pick a name, but I appreciate you doing this for
me. Helps save time and I can just learn all the rules while we play.”

“Anything to help out.” Blake smiled. “Just to be sure. You’re giving me full freedom here right?”

Unbeknownst to Emerald, a silent fear filled the room. The mint-haired huntress couldn’t see Weiss and
Pyrrha behind her gesturing to Jaune to try and stop her before she could make a foolish mistake.
Catching their message, Jaune was about to speak up until a hand was placed threateningly on his
shoulder. Blake slyly reminding Jaune of their earlier ‘agreement’ less she reveals his secret to not only
the girl he was crushing on, but also his own partner.

Not wanting to take the risk, Jaune just sighed as he watched Emerald agree to let Blake fill out the
sheet for her with only small inputs.

“Oh Jaune, I have notes from Velvet, Coco, and Professor Goodwitch on what to do with their
characters. You can use them to roll for their characters’ actions while I finish with Emerald’s.” Blake
told the reluctant DM as she meticulously filled out the sheet for the Mistralian student.

“Right right.” Jaune opened his manuals to prepare for the game.

“Come on, you’re making me nervous here. It’s not going to be that bad right?” Emerald asked around
the room.

“You haven’t read what this campaign is about, correct?” Pyrrha asked, already feeling sympathy for
the new player.

“Just fighting Grimm in dungeons right? Nothing new from what you’d expect in real huntress
missions.” Emerald said, still confused about the looks of worry she was getting from Weiss and Pyrrha
as well as a certain look Blake had as she continued with her sheet.

“Not…entirely false.” Weiss said. “However, this game has…well, some rather…”

“Don’t spoil the surprise for her. She’ll know in a second.” A happy Blake shushed Weiss as she
handed the finished sheet to Emerald. “Now since we’re all ready. Go ahead and start Jaune.”

“Ok, just hand me the notes from the others and I can begin where we left off.” Jaune told the
mastermind before looking to Pyrrha, Weiss, and Emerald. “I just have to do some cleanup from last
session then we’ll have you all come in. It’ll give you time to add any finishing touches to your
characters if you want.”

“I’m sure that I have everything perfectly considered for my PC, thank you very much.” Weiss said,
coldly crossing her arms. “Just begin already. I’m still not convinced about your quote ‘impressive
DM-ing skills’ unquote.”

“You don’t have to worry about that Weiss. I promise that Jaune is a natural with storytelling.” Pyrrha
said in support of her partner.

“Thanks Pyr, but Weiss is right. Best show her proof right?” With that, Jaune cleared his throat before
he started to slip into his role.

“Welcome home, such as it is. This squalid hamlet, these corrupted lands, they are yours now,
and you are bound to them.”

(Village of Veil)

The journey through the forest was a long sought out and dangerous venture, but against the odds the
group of five managed to cross through the dangerous path and make it to the village as the sun sunk
past the horizon. They did get some looks from some of the villagers still walking about at night but their
looks of nervousness turned to looks of relief when they saw that the group was in the company of the
Heir. After words of relief and talks with some guardsmen over the unconscious bandit in their
possession, the team was free to find rest within the Arc Estate.

“I’m guessing there is a story behind why you all came into town with a bandit tied up?” Pyrrha asked,
surprised when she heard Jaune describe the unconscious woman the previous team carried into town.

“You can blame Coco for that. A lot happened during session 0.” Hearing the room become usually
quiet, Jaune rose a brow seeing the looks he was getting from two in the room. “Are they ok?”

“They’re fine~.” Blake smirked. “I’m sure they’re just pleasantly surprised by your vocal range.
Especially when you do the voice.”

“Which voice?” Jaune asked.

“The…well,” Weiss stammered, too flustered to really find the right words.
“Were you always able to make such a…commanding type of voice?” Emerald asked.

“Commanding?”

“Your epic narrator one.” Blake clarified.

“Oh,” Jaune realized. “It’s really easy. I just, wait, sorry I’m supposed to be GM’ing. My bad.”

Once the group were within the safety of the manor, they were treated to a celebratory dinner by the
wonderful maids staffing the home. After they were finished, the group of huntresses started to divide.
Each of them went off to explore different parts of the manor.

Jaune, the most exhausted from the group, chose to retire to his room early. However, Carmen was
rather insistent that he require some protection and offered to stay by his side. Seeing nothing wrong
with the nun's request the two proceeded to rest within the master bedroom for the remainder of the
night.

After an examination of their bandit prisoner, Abigail then retreated to a private room in the manor to set
up her own personal lab. The scholar began preparing her future workshop to better practice her craft as
well as study the new bio-material she helped extract from Sandy. In Abigail’s mind it was a problem
best taken care of sooner rather than later.

Which meant that, after the abortion, Sandy was left in Gucci’s loving care. A secure room was
prepared for the crusader to house their prisoner as well as a private place for Sandy’s interrogation.
Gucci would not be seen coming from the Game Room, as it was known around the manor, until very
late into the night.

“Now wait just a minute!” Weiss objected in the middle of the recap. “You mean to tell
me that That happened already?!”

“Oh you had to be there. It was quite the first session.” Blake pleasantly reminisced about the prior
game night.

“Abort…wait so that means the Grimm. That means she…!” Emerald stared wide-eyed at the grinning
secret-faunus.

“Welcome to Blake’s campaign. I will take time to tell you again, I’m sorry you have to witness all this
for your first G&G game.” Jaune gave a sympathetic look towards Emerald. “Anyway, I’m getting close
to the end here. If you all would be so kind as to let me finish.”

As for Selene, the huntress was pretty much left to her own devices after their fancy welcome. A few
maids have noted that she had been seen walking with the Head Maid when she wasn't exploring the
manor alone. The faunus, after an impromptu meeting with the Head Maid, retired for the night and
would ironically be the only one of her group to be well rested for the next day.
“Ok, it fades to black from there. I can have you all come in now.” Jaune informed them. “Do you all
have your introductions ready?”

“Ready.” Pyrrha said, eager to start.

“If that debauchery is done, then yes I’m ready to proceed with the game.” Weiss said, now looking a
bit less flustered from hearing Jaune’s unexpected talents.

“Actually, can I get another character sheet? I’ve read mine over and it’s kind of…” Emerald raised her
hand to ask only for it to be pulled down by Blake.

“Oh it’s a perfectly valid character and besides it’s too late to change now. You’ll have to play with
what you have.” Blake informed her.

“Hold on, isn’t that illegal?”

“Rule 11,” Weiss said to the surprised transfer.

“Rule 11?”

“Rule 11 - If you don’t have a character ready by the time the campaign starts, one can be made for
you but you are stuck with the character created.” Blake read out. “Unless something happens to your
PC during the campaign you’re unable to get a new one.”

“A stupid rule.” Weiss huffed. “How it was allowed is beyond me.”

“I thought you loved Platinum. Ruby worked so hard on it.”

“Shush you!”

(Village of Veil)

Over a week since the return of the heir, much work has been done to improve the trade roads leading
to the village. Workers improving the quality of the paths as huntresses protected them from the dangers
outside of Veil. This was one of many reasons why carriages were now able to easily access Veil. More
specifically, a familiar wagon transporting a new group of huntresses to the town.

As the newly rebuilt Caffeine Express pulled into Veil, a group of three women departed. In one of their
hands lay an envelope bearing a familiar sigil. A pair of golden arches.

“This is Veil, right? Weren’t we supposed to meet someone when we arrived?” One of the huntresses
spoke coldly as she looked to the one holding their client’s invitation.

“Maybe they’re waiting for us to arrive somewhere else. It does seem very quiet right now.” Another of
the huntresses noticed the lack of people around what would be a normally populated village. In fact, as
their driver rode off it was just the three with no other souls in sight.
“The mission was posted by a person named Arc. Supposedly they own a large manor here and are
well known. If we knock around a few doors I think we’ll be able to find it.” The huntress holding the
invite said, looking at the rest of the group. Before noticing one was missing. “Um, where is…?”

“I think I might have found the manor.”

The three huntresses turned to see the final one pointing out towards the distance. Following her finger,
the group could see why the streets were empty as they could see a large bird-shaped silhouette in the
distance perched on a large house. Quickly the huntresses raced towards the commotion. Approaching
the house that they soon saw was a manor, they could see a giant Nevermore-like creature cawing
loudly as it was pecking at something within the home. As the huntresses got closer, they could see
groups of armed huntresses gathered outside the gates along with what looked like a group of maids.

“What’s going on?” One of the huntresses asked a guard watching over the staff.

“The Magpie. It’s a grimm that nests within the Grimmlands. It usually keeps to its own territory but it
appears around Veil occasionally, looking for something but usually leaving the town alone so long as
the villagers are safe in their homes. However, instead of going off on its way, it attacked the Arc
Manor.” The guard explained.

“Then why are you all out here instead of fighting?” A huntress asked.

“Our priorities were to help evacuate the home before dealing with the Grimm. If we try to fight it, we risk
damaging the manor and everyone inside.” The guard explained, in the midst they all heard a loud
crash as they watched the infamous Magpie burrow its large and sharp beak into the house.

“That’s the Master’s room!” One of the maids called out in horror.

“Let us in, we can help!”

However, before any of the guards could allow the huntress team through the gates they all heard a loud
cry come from the creature. In an instant, the Magpie began to flap its wings and take off. Once it was in
the air they could all see a large bundle of something dangling from its beak right as it took off. The giant
hole in the building and scattered feathers being the only sign the creature was there.

With the threat gone, the three huntresses ran past the group of guards and maids to quickly check if
everyone in the manor was ok. Running past the large open gates, they were about to run into the
building until a person calmly walked out of the damaged building.

Unlike any of the other maids they had seen, this one had a surprisingly calm and collected look on her
face. Slight changes to her uniform told the three that she possibly had a higher position than the other
maids littering around the manor. Staring at the huntresses was a rather tall fair-skinned woman with
long white hair pulled into a bun with the hardest blue eyes, clad confidently in her maid clothing.

“Wait just a moment!” Weiss slammed a hand on the table as she glared at the surprised Jaune. “Did
you put my sister into this game?! You made my sister a maid?!”
“What sister?” Jaune asked, clearly scared and confused.

“Don’t give me that look you, you…degenerate! Did you think I wouldn’t notice you modeled an NPC
after my sister?! Not to mention you put her in such a disgraceful position!” The heiress complained,
barely bothering to listen to the reluctant GM.

“Weiss, I didn’t prepare anything for this campaign. All the NPCs so far were premade for it and I didn't
even know you had a sister until now.” Jaune reasoned with her.

“Then how did…? Blake?!” Weiss gave her teammate a look of betrayal.

“Wow, what a coincidence.” Blake spoke in a nonchalant tone.

“What makes you think you have permission to use Winter in such a way?!”

“Oh, possibly when Glacia and her sister teamed up to take…” Before Blake could finish speaking,
Weiss had shot up to cover her mouth. The heiress was red in the face as Blake gave her a satisfied
stare.

So, should we stop or…?” Jaune asked, not sure on how to proceed.

“N-No, please forgive my outburst. This is all for fun, afterall.” Weiss nervously smiled as she took her
hand off Blake to return to her seat. “Please, continue.” She spoke reluctantly.

“Who might you all be? You don’t look like any local huntresses I’m familiar with.” The head maid
eyed the random girls who had tried to run into the manor.

“We just wanted to make sure everyone inside was ok.” One of the girls said, genuinely concerned
about the inhabitants’ safety.

“This was also where we were supposed to meet our client as well.” Another of them spoke. She was at
least polite enough not to say the possibility that if their employer had died or was kidnapped, they would
have traveled here for nothing.

“Client?” The Head Maid looked to see the note in one of the girls’ hands. “So you must be the
huntresses here for the master’s request.”

“That we are.” A huntress answered. “We came here on notice of Mr. Arc’s request.”

“That is, if he is still here and not carried off by that grimm.” One of the huntresses said sarcastically,
uncaring for the looks the Head Maid was giving her.

“Already playing the Ice Queen, Weiss?” Blake asked, clearly amused.

“No, my character just has some…history with high society types. I’m just roleplaying as is the purpose
of the game.” Weiss answered, ignoring the rare grin on Blake’s face. “At least my PC isn’t a blatant
self-insert like some people.”
“I told you, I didn’t build anything for this game!” Jaune insisted.

“Please, I apologize for my companion’s lack of tact. Please, request or not, we are huntresses and we
want to at least make sure everyone inside is safe and well after such a devastating attack.” One of the
huntresses steps forward, quickly bowing to the Head Maid.

“Of course. To answer your concerns, none of the staff have been injured. As for damages, the beast
only attacked the room belonging to the Master of the manor.” The maid answered the group. “Besides
destruction and theft of a few things of worry, the Master is safe and well. A huntress staying here was
luckily nearby and helped repel the Grimm.”

“Theft? The Grimm took someone?” One asked.

“Something, not someone. It flew away with items belonging to my master.” The maid said.

“And those were?” Someone in the group curiously asked. “Unless it’s confidential!”

“Not at all.” The maid waved off her concerns. “What was stolen was…”

“Head Maid Winter!”

Before she could answer, Winter was stopped by another maid running out of the manor behind her.
“The Master has been moved to his private quarters as instructed. Along with the huntress you sent to
guard him. What else should we do Ma’am?”

“For now, you’ve done more than enough. Gather the rest of the girls as we start to work on repairs to
the manor.” Winter ordered the girl, causing her to leave as she turned back to the huntresses. “I
apologize, it seems that I’m needed on other matters. However, I will take you to the Master’s quarters
before I depart.”

“Um, before that. You were going to tell us what was stolen.” A huntress reminded her.

“Of course, though I can answer as we walk.” Winter said as she began leading the three women into
the manor. “It was peculiar, but then again no one is really able to predict the Magpie even after all this
time. Sometimes it appears to be cunning. Other times, it is no more than a wild beast. Though today, it
acted very peculiar considering its prize.”

“Which was…?”

“The Master’s clothes.”

“What?!” Weiss cried out for what seemed to be the tenth time this session.

“And with that, I think now is the best time to share some wonderful news with everyone.” Blake got up
from her seat, grabbing the room’s attention. “Ladies and GM, thanks to some leftover props we have
lying around I believe we have everything to enact Rule 5~.”
“Rule 5?” Jaune asked in confusion.

“Blake you wouldn’t dare!” Weiss objected.

“Wait, what’s Rule 5?” Emerald turned to Pyrrha, as confused as their GM.

“Nothing serious, Rule 5 was something made to make the club more immersive.” Pyrrha explained.
“Essentially, at the campaign maker’s discretion, all participating players have to dress up in outfits
matching their characters.”

“Which I object to considering the content of this campaign!” Weiss brought up, turning to the smirking
Blake who was standing right where the wrapped bundles were resting on a nearby table. “You set us
up!”

“Weiss, Weiss, I have no idea what you mean~. The rule can be used at the request of the campaign
maker, which happens to me.” Blake reminded her. “And I had a thought since Session 0, that such a
campaign could be even more thrilling and exciting with the extra added immersion. Luckily we have a
lot of leftover costumes from Ruby’s run and a few extras Coco made before she had to leave.”

“Hold on, I kind of agree with Weiss, can we not do the whole dress up thing?” Emerald asked, blush
dusting across her face as pleaded with the secret-faunus.

“As the campaign-maker, I say costumes are now a requirement for all campaign players.” Blake
smiled, looking at Jaune as well. “That includes the GM as well.”

“Can we at least put it to a vote?” Jaune asked, sighing as he saw the adamant refusal on Blake’s
face. “Or at least, can we do this whole thing after we do everyone’s intros? You want to have a
decently long session tonight right?”

“Fine, but the costume rule stands.” Blake folded her arms.

“I don’t understand what the issue is?” Pyrrha asked, looking at Weiss and Emerald with worry. “It’s
just to match our characters. Is there something wrong with that? Every other time we’ve done
costumes it really improved the mood.”

“Pyrrha your character isn’t…” Weiss stopped, not wanting to speak any further ‘less she let slip what
she had written down on her sheet.

“Do we really have to? On the sheet it says I…”

“I know, you should have asked for input~.” Blake smirked at the nervous Emerald.

“If there are no more rules you want to surprise me with, I’m going to continue.” Jaune said.

A majority of the group was surprised, silent at the idea that a Grimm would come and attack only to
leave with clothes. Clothes belonging to someone of wealth yes, but still clothes. It was hard to believe
considering the goal every Grimm pursued, to breed and add more to their dark ranks.

“T-That, doesn’t sound right. Perhaps that Grimm was looking for something?” One of them asked,
composing herself after that shocking piece of news.

“It must be. What kind of Grimm goes around taking clothes?” The cold one from before said.

“Regardless of what the Magpie was looking for or why it attacked, what matters is only the safety of the
Master.” Winter said, not answering their questions. “Perhaps you can find out why after you have
concluded your business here.”

Ending all conversations, Winter led the group of three huntresses past halls of the manor towards their
destination. Following in silence, the women stopped walking as they saw Winter approach a set of
doors with a symbol matching the one on their request. Winter gave them a silent message to wait as
she went inside, possibly to announce their arrival to the one she called Master.

After a short minute, Winter exits the room and gestured for the group to enter.

“Against my judgment and concern, Master Arc will see you now. I advise you all to be respectful, he’s
had quite an exciting morning today. Mind his appearance.” Winter insisted.

“Of course,” A huntress answered for the group before the cold one could make another fast quip.

Receiving a short curtsy, Winter moved to allow the three to enter the private room. Walking inside, the
trio could see there were two people inside waiting for them. One of them looked to be a huntress
herself, a black cat faunus leaning against a wall as she gave the group a curious look. The other,
seated behind a desk, seemed to be the one who hired them. Jaune Arc, the head of the Manor.

Who at that moment, despite how professional he seemed, was completely naked.

“You…why is something like this in the campaign?!” Weiss shouted at Blake and Jaune.

“Because of the list of events I could have rolled for the session I happened to roll on it.” Jaune sighed,
giving a look to Blake. “You can blame the dice and our genius campaign maker for this, not me.”

“Oh you got off easy.” Blake waved off their looks. “And you now have an easier time with your
costume, Jaune~.”

“I object! Both to costumes and the unneeded nudity!” Weiss argued.

“You can’t expect me to actually strip, can you?!” Jaune asked, surprised that Blake would go that far.

“Club Rules~” Blake reminded them.

“I’m not going to strip!” Jaune objected.

“And I won’t allow him to perform such a depraved action!” Weiss also objected, still very red in the
face.

“Oh? But the rules are rather straightforward and I would think you would know the consequences of
breaking them Weiss.” Blake countered.

Whatever those consequences were, it seemed to be enough to silence the heiress. To Jaune’s
surprise instead of continuing with her argument, Weiss could only puff her cheeks and glare at the
smiling faunus before sitting back into her chair in defeat. This left the blond GM stunned before going
back to looking at Blake.

“Well, I don’t and I’m sure no one expects the GM to follow that rule. Back me up Pyr!” Jaune said
confidently.

“Actually…” Pyrrha rubbed her arm nervously, surprising Jaune even more. “Everyone has to follow the
rules. Plus they were made to help make the games more immersive. I-I wouldn’t want to ruin the
experience.”

“So that’s two for and two against. If you really want a tiebreaker,” Blake then gestured to Emerald who
had been silent the entire time. “I can be generous, though the costume rule stays.”

“Well…” Emerald thought a bit, already familiar with the look on Blake’s face after having seen such a
look on a certain maiden several times. “Why not, at least I won’t be suffering alone when it comes to
outfits.”

If at all possible, Blake seemed to glow in happiness as she addressed the room. “That’s three to two
Jaune, I guess you have no choice.”

“I…you…” Jaune just sighed, already knowing he couldn’t win when Blake got into her moods. “I guess
this is happening now.”

“Take your time.” Blake smiled as she pushed Jaune towards the club’s bathroom. “We all have to get
changed after all.”

“I still strongly object to this.” Weiss made clear.

“Your objection is noted, now let’s all get dressed so that we can continue.” Blake said as she got
everyone to prepare and put together their outfits as best they could.

Minutes passed and soon everyone was dressed, mimicking their characters. Once she was satisfied,
Blake casually knocked on the bathroom door and then pulled out a reluctant Jaune to continue the
session. Of course, she made a note that said GM still had a towel wrapped around his waist but she
decided to ignore it so that they could all get back on track.

“You all must be the huntresses who answered my request.” Jaune said, looking at the new arrivals as
he remained as composed as possible while hiding as much of his lower body as he could behind his
desk. “I’m sorry that you have to see me in such a state, but none of us could have ever predicted a
Grimm attack like that.”
“Or that it would make off with all your clothes.” Selene added from her spot in the corner of the room.

“Right, that did happen.” Jaune blushed, reminded that he was only in a towel within a room full of very
attractive women. “Still, I couldn’t exactly delay this meeting after you all traveled so far. Plus, this
mission is of important urgency so it can’t exactly wait for something like decency.”

“W-Well I s-suppose the only thing that mattered was that you are safe.” The girl in armor said,
nervously shifting about. “Clothing can always be replaced, but lives are precious. I guess we should be
thanking this huntress here for protecting our future client.”

“I merely showed up around the end to help. There was already another huntress in the room helping by
the time I arrived.” Selene said. “I didn’t do much, but I’ll take the thanks nonetheless. I’m Selene
Noire, just to let you know since we’ll be working together.”

“R-Right, of course.” The girl in armor said before turning back to Jaune. “I’ve heard about your
request and how dangerous it would be, but I couldn’t just blindly ignore it. As a huntress, it is my duty
to assist those in need. I’m Cinnamon Sugarfall, allow me to aid you in any way possible.”

Of all the huntresses Jaune had met so far, Cinnamon looked like the closest thing to what he had
always envisioned to be a picturesque brave huntress. She was a rather tall statuesque woman, close to
his height, with long flowing crimson red hair pulled into a high ponytail thanks to a small ribbon. Out of
the river of hair, two fox ears poked out of the top of the huntress’ luscious curls of hair. Contrasting with
her feminine face and features was a pair of sharp emerald green eyes that held plenty of experience,
having seen and fought many battles.

Even while clad in professional huntress grade armor, it did little to hide her feminine form. Cinnamon’s
flawlessly fair and voluptuous figure was housed within a metal-scalemail overcoat with metallic shoulder
guards both held in place by leather harnesses. Below the simple, yet effective armor, the huntress had
on thick leather padded pants to best protect her long and fit legs. Around her waist, it was easy to see a
red furry sash wrapped around her curvy waist, though at closer inspection looked to be her tail over a
regular belt.

Attached to her back, Jaune could make out a large kite shield which looked to be Cinnamon’s weapon
of choice as well as a large round mace hanging from her belt.

*The naive innocence of youth may be spent, but her eyes hold the secrets of a hundred
campaigns.*

Huntress at Arms - Cinnamon Sugarfall (Pyrrha Nikos)

Race: Fox Faunus
Clothing: Veteran Armor - Metal Shoulder Guards, Scalemail Overcoat (2/2), Thick Leather Pants (1/1)
Lingerie: Striped Bra (1/1), Striped Panties (1/1)
Weapons:
Standard Spiked Mace (4 Damage)
Standard Kite Shie
Traits:
Amazoness (Affects escape rolls, +10 to grab but -10 to holds)
Strong (Easier to escape grabs, Coin flip when clearing debris without a Shovel)
Thicc (Best of both worlds, easier to target both top and bottom)

“That’s an interesting choice of a character Pyrrha.” Weiss noted, speaking right after Pyrrha finished
her introduction.

“Is it bad?” Pyrrha asked in worry.

“Oh no, just commenting that your character is a bit closer to life. It’s much more accurate than every
other character you’ve made so far.” Weiss said, the grin on her face growing all the more. “I wonder
what could be the reason for such a change?”

“Now Weiss, we shouldn’t judge others on their design choices. Or should we bring up the impeccable
beauty of Princess Glacia?” Blake’s smirk grew just as Weiss’ face turned white. “Should we talk
about the ‘Rider’ of the Burning Rebellion?”

“No...in fact, this conversation is now over.” Weiss said, quickly putting an end to the topic.

“And I happily accept your aid Ms. Sugarfall.” Jaune smiled. “I would happily shake your hand but…”

“I-I understand. And p-please, Cinna is fine! I just wish to perform my duty!” Cinna awkwardly laughed,
trying her best not to have her eyes wander to what was hidden behind the gentleman’s desk.

“If you two are done.” One of the other huntresses rudely interjected, crossing her arms as she now
held Jaune’s attention. “Your request aside, it would be too much of a waste to travel back after having
come so far. I guess all that is left for me to do is accept your request. I’ll just make up for my losses on
the field later. I am Blanc Merci.”

Though much shorter and less...full-figured than Cinna, Blanc looked no less deadly especially with the
scowl on her face. She was a fairly pale beauty with white hair falling from her cap and only barely
touching past her shoulders. Matching the white of her hair were the coldest blue eyes that Jaune had
ever seen as well looking back at him with either intrigue or disgust.

The most interesting thing about Blanc was her outfit. For starters, on her head was a stylized hat in the
shape of what looked like large bat ears along with what looked like goggles. She was wearing a tight
leather jacket that was kept open to reveal a tiny blue tube top that tightly packed away her firm and
petite chest while leaving cleavage and her taut belly visible for all to see. Flowing out behind her as
well, Jaune could make out what looked to be a white cape that stopped right above the huntress’ fit
hips. Hip hugging, leather pants clung to Blanc’s long athletic legs before they reached a pair of boots.
If he was standing behind her, Jaune would have been able to see a small white floofy-fur covered tail
poking from a hole above the girl’s firm buns.
Hanging from a simple string on her belt, Jaune could see a large mining pick which must have been her
weapon unless it was hidden in the pouches Blanc had all around her waist. Obviously they housed the
huntress’ tools of the trade. All in all, Blanc looked like she belonged in a rather less heroic profession
than that of a huntress.

*To those with a keen eye, gold gleams like a dagger's point.*

Grave Robber - Blanc Merci (Weiss Schnee)

Race: Bat Faunus
Clothes: Tomb Raider - Archeologist Hat, Leather Jacket and Tube Top (1/1), Leather Pants and Boots
(1/1)
Lingerie: ”Blessed” Crotchless White Panties (1/1), “Blessed” Cupless White Bra (1/1)
Weapons:
Metal Pick (4 Damage)
Throwing Knives (4 Damage)
Traits:
Slim (Petite Pleasure, harder to target both Top and Bottom)
Cautious (Less likely to be ambushed, but stunned the first turn if pinned)

“You made a thief character?” Emerald asked, visibly surprised.

“Is there a problem with that?” Weiss asked back.

“No, honestly it’s a bit different from what I was expecting you to have.” Emerald said honestly, no
sarcasm visible in her tone.

“What were you expecting?” Weiss asked, purely out of curiosity.

“I don’t know, something regal or royal like a Princess. That just seems more your style, the whole
rogue thing doesn’t really scream Weiss Schnee you know? No offense.” Emerald explained.

“You’re not wrong.” Weiss admitted. “For this game, after a bit of persuasion, I’ve decided to go to try
a different sort of build and...broaden my horizons.”

“Anything is better than another Glacia.” Blake said aloud.

“Quiet you!” Weiss pointed at her teammate.

“Seriously, what is this Princess Glacia thing?” Jaune asked, looking away from the GM book.

“Don’t ask!” Weiss shouted, fully red in the face.

“It’s a long story.” Blake said, never losing that satisfied smug grin.

“I would have reimbursed you for a ride back, of course. I’m just glad to have your cooperation.” Jaune
said.

“I am a professional, so long as your pay is good I see no reason to look elsewhere for work. And I
imagine I can find all sorts of other valuables during our fieldwork.” Blanc made her intentions clear.

“Well I certainly can’t stop you.”

“Then I’m glad we’re on the same page Mr. Arc.” Blanc said after a brief nod.

“Jaune is fine.” Jaune waved off the formality.

“Arc then.” Blanc relented.

“Starting off nice and cold Weiss?” Blake asked.

“I am just playing my character.” Weiss frowned. “I would think you would be happier with this change.
Blanc isn’t built for things like conversations and persuasions in mind, purely cloak and dagger. Words
are just another option.”

“I just thought you would make a better impression on our client. Hasn’t he gone through enough?”
Blake asked, sarcasm intended.

“He could have at least put pants on before having this meeting!” Weiss argued, smacking her hands
on the table as well while glaring at the red-faced Jaune.

“I don’t control the dice! Or Blake for that matter!”

“Damn right you don’t.”

Seeing that he wasn’t going to get more out of the callous huntress, Jaune turned his attention to the
last unnamed huntress as he saw her nervously shifting her clothes about on the spot before they made
eye contact..

“Ms. Cinna and Ms. Blanc are both on board. Does that mean I can also count on your assistance
Ms…?” Jaune asked, waiting for her name.

“E-Emerald is fine, Emerald Crystal. I’m not as quite battle-ready as everyone else but I hope any
knowledge I have would be beneficial to such an important mission. I will contribute as much as I can.”
Emerald said with a nervous bow.

“I’m not questioning your huntress abilities Ms. Crystal. It’s just that your…” Jaune stopped, trying to
find the right words to use.

Huntress attire came in all kinds of shapes and sizes, still he had never seen a huntress wear something
as exposing as Emerald’s current clothing (or lack of clothing). Emerald was clearly an attractive
woman, no less beautiful if not more exotic looking than her fellow huntresses, she must have a lot of
confidence to go out into the Grimmlands and cities in her hunting gear. Well, that would be the thought
if not for how red her cheeks were as Jaune was sure the huntress could feel all eyes now on her and
her choice of outfits.

The nervous huntress had short mint green hair, straight fringes that went to her shoulders with the
exception of two longer locks of hair draped down her back. Her bright hair brightly contrasted her
vibrant red eyes and her exotic brown mocha skin. Peculiarly enough, her only visible set of clothes was
a large emerald green sweater. It conformed around her shapely breasts, which Jaune could see hints of
since the sweater was not only sleeveless but backless as well, so her arms, shoulders, and the sides of
her modest breasts were easily visible. The collar being the only thing actually keeping the sweater up.
The ends of the sweater went down far enough to almost be a pseudo-skirt, just barely keeping her
curvy waist and round appetizing cheeks from view so long as she remained standing. Jaune couldn’t
make out any weapons on her person, all tools might probably be kept inside the rather large backpack
that Emerald carried.

*She searches where others will not go, and sees what others will not see.*

Antiquarian - Emerald Crystal (Emerald Sustrai)

Race: Human
Clothes: Exposed Traveler - Merchant Sized Backpack, Oversized Backless Sweater (1/1), Oversized
Sweater Bottom (1/1)
Lingerie: Promise of Payment - Emerald Nipple Pasties (1/1), Emerald Pussy Pastie (1/1)
Weapons:
Mysterious Censer (Various Effects)

Traits:
Hyper-Sensitive (Takes more Lust & Corruption damage)

Cautious (Less likely to be ambushed, but stunned the first turn if pinned)
Weak (Grabs are harder to escape from)

“That is a very...interesting character design.” Weiss said, turning away from Emerald with a blush on
her face. “It really is creative. I would never have judged you as someone so bold.”

“I didn’t design any of this!” Emerald objected, finally unable to stay silent as she pointed an accusing
finger at Blake. “That and this ridiculous outfit was all her idea!”

“I know, it’s great right?” Blake smiled. “We’re lucky Coco had that exact sweater in that color tucked
away in the costume closet.”
“No way is this great! I look like someone you find on HuntressFans!” Emerald shrieked, trying her best
to pull the ends of the sweater down so that her underwear wasn’t exposed for all to see.

“You gave me full permission to make your character for you, no complaints.” Blake reminded her. “I
still left the name and backstory open for you, so feel free to be creative.”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“We all changed, Jaune had to strip, and you now have to wear the sweater. Those are the rules.”
Blake laid out for her, gesturing around the room at everyone else dressed in their character’s outfits.
“Besides, this makes it easier to get references for the figurines later.”

“Figurines?” Emerald parroted in confusion.

Turning to her teammate, Blake gestured for the heiress to show off what she meant. Already tired of the
whole ordeal, Weiss moved to show off a cabinet standing behind them that showed off rows of figures.
Each figure was clearly of high quality, professionally crafted metal figures and painted expertly to show
off myriads of characters. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Emerald was sure she could pick out a character from any
genre of fiction. The Haven student couldn’t help but admire the beauty and craftsmanship of each
character.

“Those are...really cool actually.” Emerald admitted.

“A Schnee never does anything half-baked. You’ll find no better G&G character figures this side of
Sanus.” Weiss explained. “After a...rather engaging campaign, I was persuaded to provide figures for
each game. I of course expect nothing but the highest quality.”

“And that means I get one too?” Emerald asked honestly.

“Once all the designs are collected, I can have my supplier deliver them within the week.” Weiss said.
“Free of charge for each player, of course.”

“If I may, can I continue?” Jaune asked, having the two end their conversation.

“A huntress’ clothing fully compliments her skills in battle. I’m sure she knows exactly what she’s
doing, so much so that protection is barely a factor.” Selene chimed in, saving Emerald for having to
explain why she came to this meeting nearly nude herself. “Well Mr. Arc, you now have a full team of
four huntresses again.”

“Does that mean you’re going along with them on this mission?” Jaune asked. “I figured you would
stay and wait on the rest of your companions.”

“Work waits for no one. Their loss that they missed out on the opportunity.” Selene answered.
“Besides, your mission is important, remember? It can’t exactly wait.”

“Of course.” Seeing the highwaywoman was right, Jaune composed himself as best he could before
addressing the whole room. “My request is that I would like for you all to go and start investigating the
old Ruins lying beyond the town. Those grounds belong to my family and are right now being used by
more unsavory individuals. I would like for you all to begin clearing it out as well as bring any items of
interest back to me.”

“What kind of items?” Blanc asked. “Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Yes, clues towards the Heart of Salem.” Jaune said, instantly filling the room with silence. “I see
you’ve all heard of it, the rumored source of all the Grimm. I know that it in fact exists, thanks to
research from my Ancestors journals. As well… I believe that there is a way to possibly destroy it. To find
it, I need to find the rest of my Ancestors notes. Some of which I’m sure, might possibly be there.”

“Umm...h-how did you come up with that name?” Emerald looked towards Jaune and Blake.

“I found it in some Ember Autumn campaigns online.” Blake said truthfully. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason! Just a very peculiar name is all. Really has that evil edge.”

“A way to destroy the source of all Grimm. Could it really be that simple?” Cinna asked.

“I was skeptical too, until Jaune took the time to explain it to me and my fellow huntresses after we
arrived.” Selene vouched for the heir. “The Heart is believed to be within the depths underneath an
large abandoned manor far from town.”

“So why have you not hired an army to storm the place?” Blanc asked.

“Because around the manor are various Grimm pools. The main road there especially is filled with
countless numbers of Grimm, newborn and ancient.” Jaune explained. “It would take a miracle to make
it there. And even if you do, the manor surely has its own Grimm lying in wait.”

“Countless grimm pools, then how would you suggest we ever reach there?” Cinna asked.

“I’m hoping that, since the manor was constructed by my Ancestor, a secret path must exist that can
safely take us there. I’m sure any clues towards such a map might be within the old family ruins.” Jaune
said.

“A-And how did you come across all this information?” Emerald asked, grabbing the room’s attention.
“Why exactly would you keep all of this info to yourself. Why not inform the huntress guilds or the
church? They could organize raids on the manor.”

“Well I’m skeptical that they would believe me for one.” Jaune admitted. “And I wouldn’t want to drive
people into a panic or have the guilds and the church leave towns vulnerable just to fight a losing war
because I haven’t found the Heart’s weakness yet. So I decided to rely on huntresses, those willing to
take up this task.” Jaune looked them all in the eyes. “Gold is no issue. I am willing to give you all fair
payment as well as other bonuses, like housing within my estate. I merely ask for your help to finally end
a great evil and finally cleanse these corrupted lands.

All three of the huntresses were silent, each of them contemplating the new revelations they had just
learned. Selene herself remained silent, but seeing as she was still standing near the heir, it looked like
she had fully committed herself towards Jaune’s cause. While two of them seemed to still be thinking it
over, Cinna was the first to step forward.

“What you tell us sounds too good to be true, but I can tell you aren’t someone who would lie about
something so important. You have my full support, I pledge myself entirely towards this mission.” Cinna
said, hand firmly over her heart.

“I don’t know about going that far.” Blanc then sighed. “But, I suppose I’m willing to stay since you say
the pay is good. I’m in.”

“I couldn’t possibly say no to such an opportunity.” Emerald said. “I’m a bit of an archeologist myself,
so I can also help with uncovering even more clues about the Heart. Plus who wouldn’t want a front row
seat on documenting history.”

“Then I’m glad to have all of your support.” Jaune said, giving them a grateful smile. “When you are
ready, I can have a carriage called to take you all to the ruins. I have given Selene funds to let you all
purchase anything you need to prepare for the journey ahead.”

“And if there is any gold leftover?” Blanc offered.

“Then it’s the group’s to divide and do with as you wish. I don’t expect you all to be out there for days
at a time, simply a rudimentary look of the place.” Jaune clarified. “A thorough search of the building
can be saved once we know what exactly is there.”

“To add to Blanc’s question, what if we find any valuable artefacts or relics inside the ruins?” Emerald
asked.

“Well, any relics and heirlooms with my family’s crest I would like to be brought back. Not just for my
family’s image, but so that those resources can be better spent helping to improve the town.” Jaune
admitted his plan. “I would like to make a better living for the villagers who have done so much for me
over the years. Of course, anything else is free for you to do with as long as I or my head maid looks it
over.”

“We shall keep all of that in mind.” Cinna said, ending the talks as she got the girls together. “Fortune
favors the bold. We better supply up and head out before it becomes too late.”

“Someone is eager to please,” Blanc whispered under her breath.

“Selene, you remember all of the shops I’ve told you about, right?” Jaune asked the highwaywoman.

“I do. I’ll lead us so that we can gather up our equipment as quickly as possible.” Selene took the lead
as she herded everyone towards the office door. “Well girls, as much as we all like to enjoy the view,
time is wasting.”

“Really Blake? You couldn’t finish the event without bringing that up?” Jaune asked, embarrassed as
he made sure to keep his towel wrapped tight and secure as he felt the eyes all over his character.
“What? You’re already naked. I didn’t have to roll stealth for it.” Blake joked.

“You meant my character right?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“If you’re done making things inappropriate, can we just go?” Weiss asked. “The sooner we finish, the
sooner I can put all of this behind me.”

“Well do we have to rush?” Pyrrha asked.

“Pyr?” Jaune asked in confusion.

“I-I mean, of course we shouldn’t just blindly rush the story. We have to play this right, of course.”
Pyrrha corrected herself. “We should enjoy the immersive experi-I mean, expertly plan our course and
take the quest seriously!”

“Is she seriously going to be like this the whole time?” Emerald whispered to Weiss.

“You have no idea.” Weiss whispered back.

After that final jab, a happy Selene led the girls out of the office and into the hall where they were
helpfully escorted out by a few of the maids. Once they exited the estate, some of them were surprised
to see a carriage was already in the front waiting for them. After a short conversation between Selene
and a certain Head Maid, the four huntresses boarded the carriage and traveled to their first destination.

Taking the cautious approach, they all first rode into town to secure all the supplies they could think of
for a short expedition. After a few haggles and arguments, funds were spent until the huntresses had
everything they could think of while splitting the remaining gold amongst themselves. Finally, they all
directed the carriage to drive them out of Veil and towards the sight of their first official mission.

Current Mission:
- Explore the Ruins (Short Quest)

Rolling to see if extra variables are added to the dungeon. Success.

---Tidings look Grimm (More Grimm and Grimm-Hybrids appear in dungeon)---

As instructed, the carriage brought the girls out as far as it could out of Veil until it couldn’t continue in
fear of its safety. Luckily, from where they were, it was just a short walk until they would make it to the
lands of the Arc Ruins. After making sure the carriage left safely, the huntresses then followed their map
towards their destination.

It was easy to tell when they arrived when the trees began receding and they came upon the barren
lands. What was once a proud historical home for a great family was now a decrepit mausoleum to the
deceased. A beautiful home that might have once been full of many happy residents and workers was
now empty and bare as far as the girls could tell. Most surprisingly of all, the tall double doors of the
manor still looked to be pristine. A pair of marble white covered doors decorated with the distinct double
arcs of the Arc Family.

Before any of them dare touch the door and venture inside, the huntress stood around and began to
plan their strategy for exploration.

“Since I have the most armor and I’m the only one with a shield, I think I should take the lead with the
rest of you behind me.” Cinna planned out. “Selene and Blanc are both equally fast and agile.”

“I should probably be after you though. You might be fast but I’m the only one with a gun. That’s better
covering fire for Cinna rather than some knives.” Selene offered, gesturing to the pistol she had within
her coat.

“Fine, then I’m covering the rear with Emerald then.” Blanc said.

“More like you’re her protection. She isn’t exactly built to defend herself after all. She might be Grimm
bait if left unattended.” Selene brought up.

“Joy,” Blanc rolled her eyes.

“Why exactly did you make me a character that isn’t suited for combat when we’re playing a dungeon
game?” Emerald asked Blake.

“So that we can have solid support, not every mission is won by a team of entirely rogues.” Blake
explained. “Pyrrha can tank, Weiss and I can clean up a lot of weak enemies and you have skills that
can buff and make the party better while also making enemies easier to kill.”

“But I don’t see any attacking skills on this sheet. Or a weapon for that matter.” Emerald said, reading
her sheet over and over.

“Yeah, that class only has one real attacking skill and I didn’t roll it.” Blake admitted. “The dice can be
fickle sometimes.”

“Don’t worry Emerald, we’ll make sure to protect you from anything too dangerous.” Pyrrha promised.

“Ok” Emerald nervously said before getting back into roleplaying.

“Sorry, I’m more of an archeologist than a fighter.” Emerald admitted. “But I know plenty of charms
that can help you all out in a pinch.”

“It will have to do.” Blanc relented.

“Well if we’re ready we can start. Cinna, lead the way.” Selene looked towards the armored faunus.

Nodding her head, the huntress put her hands on the doors and slowly pushed them open.
Slowly the doors creaked open, exposing merely darkness inside as the old air of the ruins began to
pour out. For the sake of the one human in their party, a torch was pulled out and lit to reveal the path
ahead. Once all four of them were in position, they all took their first steps into the halls of the decrepit
home.

The light of the torch’s fire illuminated a dusty abandoned hallway, with dirty portraits still hanging along
the cracked walls and tables that once displayed busts and heirlooms now bare and broken as pieces of
wood littered the ground. All around, cobwebs filled the ends of corners and tops of crumbling halls as
the only inhabitants of the ruins appeared to be the spiders along the walls and the occasional rat that
scurried across the once polished floors.

“This place must have been beautiful once.” Blanc said while trailing a finger along a dusty portrait of a
blonde woman. “Shame what happened.”

“The Grimm aren’t exactly known for their amazing sense of decoration.” Selene quipped back

The girls continued to make small talk as they all cautiously moved down the hall. Further ahead they all
stopped when they spotted something still clean and intact within the desolate hall. An ornate wooden
display case, who’s glass case had fogged over from dust and lack of cleaning. Even as the huntresses
got coset they could clearly make out what was behind the glass case. Taking one for the team, Selene
experimentally pulled at the latch which revealed that the case was still securely shut.

“Arc did say to bring back anything of interest, and whatever is behind there might be very interesting.”
Blanc said, already tempted to break the glass and pull out whatever was inside the case. The faunus
was about to pull at the lock herself before she was stopped by Selene.

“Stop, we don’t know how it could be trapped. Wealthy people don’t always make it easy to steal from
them.” Selene chastised her.

“And how do you know? Did Arc happen to share more with you that you’re keeping to yourself?”
Blanc tore her arm from Selene’s grip. “Or are you hoping to pickpocket it for yourself later?”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Oh like you’re innocent yourself, with your little bandit getup.”

“Girls!” Emerald got in between the two rogues before they could come to blows. “There’s a high
possibility that everything in here is trapped. Good thing, I’m experienced in all kinds of locks. Instead of
fighting over who should disarm or blindly break anything, let me try my hand at it. It’s the least I can do
since I came weaponless.”

“And what about the finds?” Blanc asked.

“We have to bring everything back for the maids to check anyway. I’ll just keep everything in a bag just
for us and we can split everything when we get back.” Emerald suggested. “Is that fair?”
“I don’t have a problem with that. Blanc?” Selene looked at the scowling bat faunus.

“I guess I don’t have any objections.” Blanc relented. “I trust everyone will hold their word?”

“We shouldn’t be fighting over things like treasure to begin with.” Cinna spoke up before turning from
Blanc to Emerald. “Go ahead.”

“On it.” Emerald saluted before going to observe the lock.

“Hold on.”

Before Emerald could bend down to check the case, she had to stop and quickly catch something
Selene had thrown to her. There in her hands was an ornate looking key that ended in a skull.

“A skeleton key?” Emerald raised a brow.

“Something that I’ve been holding onto. Just wanted to see if it can help.” Selene simply said.

“If I’m reading these notes right, this can open any lock. Are you sure you want me to use it on the first
thing in the dungeon?” Emerald looked to Blake.

“Well I wanted to see if all the systems are working, now seems like a good time.” Blake shrugged.

“It’s still your choice to use the key or check normally.” Jaune told Emerald.

Emerald seemed to mull over the decision, though after a minute she quickly came to a decision. “Well
I’ve always wanted to see a skeleton key in action. Why not, I’ll use it to open the case.”

“Jaune?” Blake asked in suspense.

“Let me roll.”

Going back to the case, Emerald moved around the table as she tried to find anything unusual. As it
turned out, thanks to her keen eye, she noticed an additional lock on the case that seemed to lead to a
hidden cache they didn’t notice. Using her new key, Emerald placed it to the lock and slowly turned until
she heard a satisfying click. Carefully, she pulled the fragile key out and opened the case slowly to pull
out the treasures for the party to see.

The first thing pulled out of the case was the gold of course, a decently large pile of change that was
packed away in a pouch and was tucked away into Emerald’s backpack.

After the gold, the rest of the treasure discovered had the girls stunned with confusion. There were many
small portraits of women in suggestive articles of clothing, as if to entice the viewer. Along with those
portraits was a small pile of statues, miniature figures of women that looked almost lifelike with how
much detail was put into them. Each statue of course depicted these nude women in even more explicit
and provocative poses.
The final thing found in the hidden compartment was an especially rare find, a relic seemingly made out
of pure diamond. Unlike the other questionable treasures, this relic was molded in the shape of male.
Though the features of the man weren’t as clear, it reminded them of a certain gentleman waiting for
them in Veil.

“Well these...sure are a find.” Emerald said, uncertain as she began packing the rest of the treasures
away. “This family must have peculiar hobbies.”

“Considering all of those maids hovering around him.” Blanc huffed.

“Are you sure you’ll have enough space for everything?” Selene asked, moving the conversation away
from the peculiar relics.

“I should have more than enough. Nothing too crazy but enough for a normal expedition.” Emerald
spoke as she worked.

“If need be, we can all give a helping hand with carrying everything back. For now, let’s keep going.
We’re burning torch light.” Cinna reminded all three of them as she got the team organized and focused
on their mission. As the three got back into group formation, the Huntress at Arms took point and they all
continued their trek through the old halls.

Many steps later and the team arrived at a set of closed doors at the end of the hall. The huntresses
silently looked at each other, each of them pulling out their weapons and other things in preparation for
what could be behind the door. Seconds later, Cinna bravely took hold of the doors and forced them
open.

“Finally, time for the best part.” Blake said with an out of character smile on her face.

“I thought all the talks of depravity were your favorite parts.” Weiss commented.

“Oh those parts are great, especially when you have the best narrator.” Blake corrected the heiress.
“But, nothing is better than the thrills of battle and the randomness of the dice. It’s what makes every
game of G&G fun.”

“Then why don’t we stop now and play a more traditional campaign?” Jaune asked, hope evident in his
voice.

“Denied.” Blacked then looked across to Emerald. “Ready for your first challenge?”

“I guess? There’s not much I can really do.” Emerald admitted.

“Just do what you think is best. It’s no fun to have others decide for you.” Pyrrha offered some advice.
“Trust me, Jaune is good at adapting plans on the fly. There isn’t an action you can do that can throw
him off.”

“Tell that to the campaign book Pyr.” Jaune sighed after rolling some dice and moved to set up the
encounter. “This one is a doozy.”
Somehow, the doors made little noise as the huntress slowly opened them. The room was quickly
bathed in the dim torch light and revealed a shocking and disturbing scene to the huntresses. Within the
ruined room, was the sight of a Grimm pack and women in midst of mutual pleasure.

Their first thoughts were that these were village women taken from various towns to be used to breed
more Grimm into the world. However, upon closer look, these women seemed more… cooperative with
the Grimm, at least more so than any mindbroken victim would be. Along with that, the huntresses also
noticed the strange clothes some of the women had as well as the elaborate symbols and markings
along their naked bodies. An unusual eye-shaped symbol tailored onto their clothes or tattooed across
their waists.

Once they shook off the feelings of shock and disgust, the girls took the time to examine the Grimm
while they had still gone unnoticed.

Human-shaped Grimm, creatures that looked more like shadowy creatures wearing masks instead of the
traditional monstrous Grimm. They were mixes of human and Grimm, abominations birthed from women
corrupted and bred by these unholy creatures. Still these monsters resembled their… bestial fathers,
each of them having wolflike heads and Grimm masks as if they were small walking Beowolves.

“This...I...what is this?!” Weiss screamed, her face completely red as she unfortunately could picture the
entire scene clearly thanks to Jaune’s vivid description.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Blake asked sarcastically.

“Quiet you...degenerate! This is all your fault!” Weiss said, her anger fully on Blake instead of Jaune for
once this session. “How could you make a game so disturbing and indecent?! A campaign like this
doesn’t belong anywhere near Beacon or the entire kingdom for that matter!”

“Club rules remember, and I got permission so everything is legal. Thanks for notarizing the rules by the
way.” Blake said in thanks.

“Curse my business sense!”

“Question, besides all the...weird stuff, did they notice us open the door?” Emerald asked, getting Blake
and Weiss’ attention as she brought up the game. “Even if they’re very distracted, it doesn't mean
these Grimm won’t notice four strangers suddenly show up.”

“Jaune?” Pyrrha also asked, waiting for the GM’s answer.

‘Anything to get out of talking about the room anymore.’ Jaune kept to himself before answering. “Well,
the room encounter roll was a 69…”

“Nice.” Called out a majority of the room, mostly by a smiling Blake while Weiss and Pyrrha looked
away with embarrassed looks.

“Really?”
“Club rule, now go on.” Ordered a certain feline.

“According to a very generous campaign maker,” Jaune glared at the smirking Blake. “It’s a lewd
encounter. All the enemies are...preoccupied, meaning that they didn’t notice you come in.”

“And these women are…?” Pyrrha asked.

“Enemies as well. Now let me set up the board.” Jaune spoke, setting up the board in the middle of the
table to represent the encounter.

Seeing as they weren’t spotted yet, the huntresses began making plans as they took count of all the
enemies in the room. Straight ahead, in the middle of this corrupted orgy, was a ‘couple.’ A woman
pressed into the ground as the wolf-hybrid pounded her cunt repeatedly. Around the room, they could
make out three other hybrids with their catches against the wall or bent over whatever furniture wasn’t
broken. Each of these women not fighting back at all as they seem to accept the fact they were being
bred if the rivers of cum flowing from their abused pussies was any clue.

“These girls seem like they’re enjoying themselves.” Selene jokes, trying to break the mood as she
watches the closest woman’s stomach bulge out due to the large cock thrusting into her. “Would be
rude to interrupt.”

“Rude or not, I’m not going to stand still and let this continue.” Blanc was already rummaging through
her hip pouch before anyone could stop her. “We’re here to do our job and kill Grimm, not watch an
orgy.” She said as she pulled out a knife and a vial of glowing green liquid as well.

“Don’t do anything reckless.” Cinna tried to advise her to wait.

“I’m not going to wait and give them a chance to notice us.” Blanc opened her vial and was about to
apply the contents to her knife before Selene grabbed her arm to try and stop her.

In their silent struggle, Selene accidentally knocked the vial over which made some of it spill out and all
over Blanc’s chest. The Highwaywoman took a step back, both to not touch whatever the liquid is as
well as to struggle not to laugh at the sight of the angry huntress who looked like she was just hit by a
shiny green bukakke.

“S-Sorry.” Selene struggled not to laugh.

“Shut up, and get out of the way.” Enraged, Blanc received her vial and dipped the remaining liquid
onto her knife. Unaffected by whatever the liquid was, the faunus quickly threw the glowing green knife
towards one of the hybrids.

Still inches deep into his mate of choice, the Beowolf-hybrid then howled in pain as the knife dug into its
back. It seemed clear that the knife had been dipped in poison or something similar as the wolfman let
go of the women to writhe in pain as it tried to scratch at the knife embedded into its flesh. Its flailing not
only confused its partner but also caused the other couples to stop and see what was causing the
commotion.
“Guess we’re doing this then.” Seeing their opportunity, Selene opened her coat and pulled out her
pistol. Quickly, the huntress burst-fired into the crowd of Grimm as she peppered the hybrids and women
with rounds of bullets.

The bullets easily shred through one of the couples while the rest were hit by several stray bullets. The
wolf-hybrid that was once howling because of the poisoned knife now slumped over dead as a bullet
pierced through its skull. After the barrage of bullets, the only one still alive was a single wolf-hybrid with
several oozing bullet holes as well as two of the strange women now glaring daggers at the huntresses.

“If they didn’t know we were here before,” Emerald sighed as she stood back, pulling out a strange
incense holder from the pouch on her hip. The censer suddenly lit itself as Emerald’s trinket glowed a
dim red, immediately after the rest of her team also began glowing the same red color and they all felt a
rush of energy.

Feeling the effects of whatever Emerald was doing, Cinna pulled her weapons off her back and charged
ahead into the middle of the room. Instead of attacking, Cinna just clashed her mace against her shield
pulling all attention her way as the banging of metals echoed throughout the room. Much like with
Emerald’s trick, the symbol on her shield began to glow and fill the team with energy as well.

Now aware of the huntresses, the sole hybrid let out a threatening howl that rang through the room.
While the girls were unthreatened, they were then aware of something else moving around the shadows
of the room. Two other wolfmen that must have been asleep earlier before the sounds of battle woke
them.

Before the pack could gather up and attack, Selene had already reloaded her gun and prepared to fire
another burst. Whistling to catch the Grimm’s attention, they seemed to stop moving as if mesmerized
by Selene’s exposed chest as the Highwaymen had still kept her coat open and her bra-covered
breasts free for all to see. Knowing that she had their attention, Selene smiled before she fired another
round of bullets into the corrupted crowd.

The two new arrivals took heavy damage from the bullets but were still standing, the two now growling
towards the huntresses. The first hybrid, however, quickly started to fade to ashes as the bullets made
quick work of the already weakened Grimm. With the death of another of their pack, the Grimm were
now truly angry as one of them leapt to pounce at Selene.

It didn’t make it far as a knife tore through the air and stuck itself directly through its bone mask and into
its skull. Glowing red eyes quickly faded as the wolfman fell to the floor dead right at Selene’s feet. Said
huntress looked back to see her savior was a certain white-haired batgirl, who had just finished wiping
her chest clean of fluid.

“Guess I owe you one?” Selene asked.

“How about I forget about your earlier stunt and say we’re even.” Blanc said.

“Save the talks for after the fight!” Cinna called out to them, reminding them of the dangers. Right now
there were still two injured, but still deadly, Grimm-hybrids as well as two naked women who had both
picked up strange staves off the ground.

“This is going surprisingly well.” Emerald commented as she saw all the enemies that were quickly
killed thanks to just Blake alone.

“I’ll say, you’re not cheating are you Blake?” Weiss asked.

“Nope, just lucky all my shots hit.” Blake answered.

“Hopefully that luck holds.” Pyrrha said. “The more the dice give, the more they can take away.”

“Amen.”

Watching the remaining Grimm gather to attack, Emerald held up her censer to cast another spell only
for the holder to fail to glow again. No matter what Emerald did, the censer wouldn’t light and the magic
failed to go off.

“We’ve still got a few more left before we can celebrate.” Emerald said in worry as she tried to get her
censer to work.

“Stay calm, the last thing you want to do is show Grimm fear.” Cinna said, standing protectively in front
of the girl while still keeping her eyes on their enemy. Like before, the fox-faunus beat her weapon on
her shield and easily pulled all looks towards her. The wolfman’s anger at Blanc and Selene was
forgotten as it turned it’s blazing red eyes at the armored huntress.

In a burst of speed, the wolfman left the two alone to charge at Cinna. The huntress stood her ground,
both out of bravery and to not leave the weaponless Emerald behind her defenseless against the
ferocious Grimm. It slammed head first against Cinna’s shield, surprising her with its strength as the
foxgirl slid back a bit but all the hybrid succeeded in doing was giving them both a headache from the
sound of hard bone crashing against steel. Ringing still in her ears, Cinna recovered enough to push the
hybrid back by sheer strength.

Recovering from the attack, Cinna didn’t notice the women’s actions until it was too late as she was hit
with a flash of pink light from one of their staff. The huntress tried to stay focused, having a hard time
keeping her mind clear as she was bombarded by many images. Images involving herself and a certain
blond gentleman, in many passionate positions that made Cinna as red as her hair.

As their enemies played with Cinna, Selene was able to reload her gun again while the attention was off
her.

Hearing the clicks of her pistol, the Beowolf-hybrid turned back to Selene just in time for the faunus to
fire at them again. One of the strange women wised up and jumped to cover, as for the others they were
quickly taken care of by Selene’s quick fire. Her allies weren’t as swift as the last hybrid and woman
were quickly shot down by the sharpshooting huntress. The lone survivor peeked out from her hiding
spot only to just barely dodge a knife that cut past her cheek.

“Drat,” Blanc cursed her luck.

After Blanc’s failure to hit, the woman fled from her weak cover to retrieve her staff that she had
dropped.

“Oh no you don’t!” Emerald held her censer to try and cast another spell. Only this time, instead of
merely failing, the trinket glowed a bright pink before a small pink fog poured out and covered Emerald.
The huntress frantically waved her hangs about, trying to blow the fog away while trying to breath in as
little as possible. However, it was already too late as she could feel a certain heat rise from her core and
she became just a bit more sensitive to the cold air upon her mostly exposed body.

“Are you all right?” Cinna shouted back.

“I-I’m fine! Accidents happen, you know.” Emerald quickly answered as the fog began to dissipate. The
poor girl wasn’t in a rush to tell her teammate that the explosion was due to a mistake, or that inhaling
the fumes of her censer caused certain ‘effects.’

“Ok, so +80 Lust you said?” Emerald asks,marking it down on her sheet. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”

“You rolled a Nat 1. That’s the definition of bad.” Weiss told her.

“How bad?”

“To keep it simple…” Jaune stopped everyone from speaking. “Rolling a 1, or a Nat 1, means that any
action you make will fail in the most spectacular way possible.”

“So why the cloud?”

“It was one of two options and I flipped for it. You wouldn’t want the other one.” Jaune said.

“Humor me, what was it?” Emerald asked.

“Your clothes would have been blown off.” Jaune said, already regretting his decision to answer as the
room went completely silent.

“Can you flip that coin a couple more times?”

“Blake no!”

While Cinna and Emerald were preoccupied, the strange woman had already reached her staff.
Smirking to herself, the woman began chanting aloud and got the attention of all the huntresses. When
Selene and Blanc tried to attack to stop her, a red glowing glyph with an eye-shaped pattern formed in
front of her to block their assault.

The glyph wasn’t just a wall as soon after a large black tentacle emerged from the glyph and shot
forward towards the huntresses.

Faster than anyone could predict, the tentacle quickly wrapped itself around Blanc’s leg and pulled the
faunus away from the group and towards the woman. Blanc struggled, trying to pry herself from the
tentacle’s hold but it held on tight as it pulled the huntress over. Thinking quickly, Blanc pulled out a
knife from her pouch and quickly sliced through the tentacle, causing it to disappear and drop her
halfway towards its destination.

“Tentacles, of all the things you could add to this thing it had to be tentacles!” Weiss stared judgingly at
Blake.

“Like you can judge me for something as vanilla as that.” Blake shot back.

“I can judge you however I want. And I say your tastes in...literature is rather…!”

“Hey Jaune, would you like to hear about what Weiss did in her campaign?” Blake turned to Jaune to
ask, intentionally ignoring Weiss’s paling face. “See, it involves an encounter along the ocean. With a
princess and…”

“Now now, let’s not bother him with some random irrelevant story!” Weiss quickly scrambled to start
her friend. “How about we just keep playing?! Roll some dice and kick some butt, yeah?!” The heiress
sat back in her seat, unable to look the victorious Blake in the eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t just play Mistralian porn games here?” Emerald raised a brow.

Cursing at her luck, the woman looked like she was about to cast another spell until another gunshot
was fired. Blood trailing from her head, the strange woman’s eyes rolled back as she fell thanks to the
new bullet hole in her head.

Twirling her gun, Selene blew off the gunsmoke trailing from her pistol before stowing it away. “Guess
that’s it.”

“Did you have to kill her? We could have possibly gotten information out of her. Or any of these
women.” Cinna asked, keeping her weapons ready incase there were still any traps hidden.

“Don’t think so.” Selene carefully stepped around the many ‘love stains’ dirtying the ground as she
examined the women’s bodies. “I’ve heard rumors about them, but never thought I’d see them in
person.”

“Please do share with the class.” Blanc crossed her arms.

“These symbols look familiar?” Selene held up a staff, pointing out the eye-markings that seemed to
decorate these women’s bodies and outfits.

“Cultists,” Blanc said with disdain, recognizing the mark as she went about gathering her used knives.
“Can’t believe there are people who actually go out and seek the Grimm.”

“Different beliefs and ideals I guess.” Emerald shrugged. “They’re a minority of people that believe the
Grimm are supposedly the next step for humanity rather than the plague that it is. Can’t really reason
with them.”
“So we wouldn’t have been able to get information from any of them?” Cinna sighed in defeat.

“You can’t reason with the depraved Cinna, they’re more likely to drag you down to their level.” Blanc
said.

“Kinky.”

“Shush you!” Blanc shouted at the smirking Selene.

“Congratulations, you won your first encounter.” Jaune awarded the group. “I’ll warn everyone now
that it will only go downhill from here.”

“Doesn’t it always?” Blake asked.

“Normal games usually don’t have lewd elements added on top.” Weiss told her.

“You are the last person who can talk about normal games.”

“Girls please,” Pyrrha played peacemaker before the two could argue anymore. “It’s the first room,
let’s save that energy for the rest of the dungeon. Speaking of, are you enjoying things so far
Emerald?”

“I’ll admit, it’s kind of fun. That 1 I rolled wasn’t good, but I can see why something like this can be
relaxing.” Emerald said, playing with her dice. “I’m just a bit bummed I didn’t get a weapon or make a
more battle-ready character.”

“A good support is always valuable. I’m sure that by a few sessions, you’ll be one of the most
invaluable members of the team.” Pyrrha said with confidence. “With enough EXP, you’ll be able to
upgrade your character to do all kinds of things. It might be a bad start but I’m sure you can turn it into
something you’ll love.”

“Wow. I never thought of it that way.” Emerald said, genuinely surprised as she looked down at her
character sheet and then her stand-in figure.

With the threats taken care of, the group of huntresses gathered back into their formation after Selene
and Blanc finished looking through the cultist’s clothes for anything of value. At least they would be able
to tell their employer that his thoughts about the ruins being a home for the wicked was true. When they
were all ready, Cinna took point again and opened the doors found at the far end of the room. Slowly
opening the door, the girls found themselves back out into the halls of the old building.

As the girls kept walking, their torch was beginning to run low on fuel as the dim flames barely kept their
surroundings in view, at least for the sole human in the team. Even with the fading light, it was enough
for the girls to spot something peculiar in the middle of the decrepit halls. An odd sight that probably
doesn’t belong in the home of an old, prestigious family.

It was a confessional booth, one that wouldn’t look out of place in a cathedral. The wooden
confessional, still standing firm if a bit dusty from its surroundings, didn’t look out of the ordinary. The
confessional was built with two compartments, one side covered by a hanging blue curtain while the
other had a door, with a set of crosses hanging from its handle. The imagery along the door made it
clear that the confessional was by worshippers of Belladonna or some other similar god.

“I didn’t take the Arcs for being the religious types.” Blanc looked around the wooden booth for any
possible traps.

“It isn’t that odd for families to build confessionals in their homes when they can’t travel to a church.”
Cinna said, giving the booth the benefit of the doubt. “Usually to bless the home or something similar.
They usually also have high sisters from churches sit in for confessions or place a holy idol when
they’re not available.”

“Then should one of us try out?” Just as Emerald asked, a gust of wind blew from out of nowhere and
snuffed out their torch and left the team in pitch blackness. “Guess that’s a sign?” The girl asked, now
shivering due to the sudden wind and her lack of proper covering.

“Here,” Selene took out a lighter from her coat pocket and relit a new torch for Emerald. “That should
help you keep warm.”

“How about we don’t mess with the freaky confessional in the middle of a Grimm infested ruin.” Blanc
objected to the thought of going inside the booth. “Besides, this place is already creepy enough. Let’s
just go on our way.”

“Hey before we keep going, can I have a blanket or put something extra on? This outfit is a bit too
breezy.” Emerald asked the room, rubbing her arms as a part of her regretted leaving Blake in charge of
her outfits.

“I wouldn’t mind one myself considering,” Jaune gazed over at Blake, the one responsible for his
current state of undress. “I’m sure everyone had enough of seeing me near naked.”

“I try my best to ignore it, but please let him rectify that.” Weiss said, barely able to look at Jaune's
direction the whole game.

“Denied. All the heir’s clothes are gone, remember?” Blake said.

“Aren’t you all uncomfortable?!”

“Not really, trust me you’re better looking than what I have to deal with in Mercury.” Emerald said.

“You don’t have anything I’ve never seen before.” Blake answered.

“No comment.” Weiss blushed.

“Well, it does make the game immersive. A-And I, I mean no one else is complaining.” Pyrrha said, her
blush almost matching Weiss’s.
“Can we at least get blankets to help keep warm?” Jaune complained.

“Fine, let me get some for you babies.” Blake rolled her eyes as she left the table to pull out some
blankets from the closet. “Just do your job and roll the dice.”

Seeing as no one was in a hurry to step into the suspicious booth, the group made a note of it on their
handmade map and continued on their way through the hall.

As soon as they were away from the booth, Selene’s ears twitched for a second before she pushed the
others to the ground so that they all avoided a large paw breaking through the wall beside them. In the
chaos, they dropped their torch which left them in total darkness. The group quickly got back to their feet
as they looked towards what had ambushed them.

Walking out of the hole were two beowolves, their glowing red eyes peering through the darkness as
they growled at the surprised huntresses. Of course they weren’t alone, as walking behind the pack was
another cultist illuminated by a glowing ball of light beside her.

“What’s this? Some huntresses out for a stroll?” The cultist asked, a smile on her face. “Well isn’t this
my lucky day, the den was feeling a bit lonely. It could always use more bitches for my mates to enjoy.”

The huntresses tried to raise their weapons to respond but the Grimm were already quick to attack the
surprised girls. One of the beowolves leapt towards them and cut through Emerald’s clothes with one
swipe of its sharp claws. Before it could continue to assault the girl, the Grimm had to jump away before
it could be hit by a mace from Cinna.

A rain of green fabric revealed Emerald’s chest, her breasts jiggling free as they no longer had support,
merely left with little green emerald stickers pasted on her nipples. The only part of her sweater now was
the lower half, now barely a skirt to protect her lower modesty.

While they were focused on the first beowulf, the second decided to attack Selene while she was
separated from the group. Before Selene could pull out any of her weapons she was knocked to the floor
by the beast. Dizzy from the hit, she couldn’t get back to her feet quick enough as she was then pinned
down by the larger creature. The huntress tried to kick and pull herself free, but the beowulf kept her
firmly in place as it began working Selene out of her clothes.

Her long coat was quickly ripped apart and left in pieces around the faunus, Selene helpless to stop the
Grimm from stripping her. Already, it wrapped a claw around the strings of her bra and easily clipped the
black strings and freed the kitten’s breasts from their cotton prisons. Left topless, Selene tried even
harder to struggle but the weight of the beowulf was too much for her to make much progress.

Thanks to the cultist’s light, Emerald was able to see that Selene was in trouble. Though before she
could think of a way to help her, Emerald had to quickly move before she was again attacked by the
other beowulf.

There was now a clear obstacle between the three girls and Selene, with the beowulf and cultist
standing in between the huntresses and their struggling friend.
The cultist raised her staff and casted a blast of magic towards Emerald only to miss as the Antiquarian
was pulled out of the way by Cinna and Blanc. The Beowolf beside her howled and rushed to attack
them, the girls barely avoiding claw swipes and bites from the beast.

When the Beowolf got close enough, Emerald was able to reach into her pouch and threw a powder into
the monster’s eyes. Now howling in pain, the powder seemed to burn it’s eyes as the Grimm was now
blindly swiping around itself. With the beast preoccupied, Emerald was able to move out of the way and
leave the task of killing it to her more battle capable companions.

Quickly making a plan, Blanc prepared another poisoned knife and threw it at the two blocking their path.
Both the Grimm and cultist dodged the knife, but that's what Blanc planned as the knife continued flying
and sunk deep into the side of the beast still on top of Selene. The bat-faunus smirked, enjoying the
look on the cultist’s face as she saw both her beowolves now in pain.

With the beowolves taken care of, Cinna charged ahead to try and help free Selene. Unfortunately, the
one Emerald wounded with powder seemed to have received and quickly smacked the running huntress
to the side before she could move past it. Surprised, Cinna got back up only for the Beowolf to push her
against the wall, clawing at her armor all the while as if trying to peel the metal off the fox-faunus.

Every push against the old wall and every nail that made it past metal and reach the straps of her armor
made quick work of Cinna’s defense. Maybe it was because of the age of her armor, it’s durability
weakened after many battles, or maybe it was the craftsmanship of the metal used. Whatever it was, by
the time Cinna was able to push the Beowolf away her armor was already in pieces along the floor.

Metal shattered, with some pieces unexpectedly cutting through Cinna’s underclothes and accidentally
assisted the Grimm in it’s stripping efforts. Now Cinna was free, but her protection was gone as the
huntress was left in just her striped underwear. The huntress’ full curvaceous and voluptuous figure now
free from her modest metal coverings.

“How did it all go downhill? We were doing so well too.” Emerald said, confused as she slowly watched
their great start quickly fall apart thanks to one single ambush.

“That’s the one constant rule of G&G. The dice giveth, the dice taketh away.” Weiss said, aware of the
frustrations Emerald was feeling. It never felt good when Nat 1’s were rolled.

“Amen.” Blake nodded, forever enjoying how descriptive Jaune had to be.

“Pyrrha, are you ok?” Jaune asked, seeing Pyrrha’s bright red face as she marked her character sheet.

“I’m fine, but I do have a question. Since we have to dress up and everything, does that mean...we
have to...mimic their damage as well?” Pyrrha asked, shifting nervously as she noted her Cinna was
only down to her underwear now.

“...Actually, that sounds like an idea.”

“Blake no!”
“But the immersion!”

Recovering from the shove, the Beowolf’s attention was now fully on the nearly nude Cinna. Wanting to
claim the fox for itself, the beast went to pounce on the girl again. Cinna was quick to avoid the Grimm,
the huntress now much faster without the heavy armor. Still, not wanting to be deterred, the Beowolf was
able to claw out and just nick Cinna’s bra before she could get further away.

Bra now falling free, Cinna had to fight the instinct to cover her bare busty chest from view as she held
her weapons.

The Beowolf continued to hungrily leer at the three girls with the cultist cheering it on, enjoying the show
that the huntresses were making. All the while, Selene was on the other side trying to fight off the
Beowolf that was still over her, having recovered from Blanc’s knife throw.

“A little help?!” Selene called out, just able to kick away a paw that was reaching for her jeans.

“Kind of busy!” Blanc shouted back, her and Cinna moving to avoid the Beowolf in front of them. To try
and assist, the Graverobber pulled out another knife and threw it towards the beast trying to have its way
with Selene.

The Beowolf, either hearing the knife or wising up to Blanc’s plan, stopped trying to molest Selene to
move out of the way of the flying weapon.

Making her decision, Cinna gripped her weapons tight and ran ahead towards the enemy. The first
Beowolf and cultist avoided the huntress’ charge but they were not her target. Picking up speed, Cinna
ran past them and raised her shield to smack it down on the Grimm snapping at Selene. The shield
smashed against the Beowolf’s head, making a satisfying sound of skull cracking. However, the Grimm
still didn’t stop as it merely pushed Cinna aside.

Before Cinna could try again, she heard the growls behind her and moved to avoid the other Beowolf
that had tried to tackle her. While unsuccessful in her rescue, Cinna did succeed in gaining all their
enemies' attention.

The Beowolf tried again to attack Cinna only for the huntress to avoid it’s claws by a hair. Unknown to
Cinna, she was now slightly glowing, a spell cast on her by Emerald to help prevent her from being
pinned by the eager Grimm.

“They’re really not making it easy for us!” Emerald said, her censer glowing as she empowered each of
her team.

Focused solely on Cinna, the Beowolf charged against only for the girl to block its advances with her
shield and pushing the Grimm back.

Selene, clearly tired of being a Grimm’s toy, tried to kick at the monster to release her. Only for the
Grimm to catch her leg and proceed to tear off her jeans. The pants ripping easily under its sharp claws,
the Beowolf decided it was tired of waiting and pulled off Selene’s panties as well. Her lower lips
exposed, it’s cock began to poke out from its sheath in anticipation of breaking the rebellious huntress
below it.

“Huh, so I’m the first to lose everything. Honestly I thought it would be Weiss.” Blake said.

“Hey!” Weiss shouted in shock.

Selene’s surprised gasps could be heard throughout the hall, causing Blanc to turn towards her as she
tried to think of a plan. Unfortunately, the free Beowolf got tired of fighting with the fox and bolted over to
attack the distracted Graverobber. The white haired huntress was unexpectedly tackled to the floor,
sharing Selene’s fate as she was now pressed underneath the Grimm.

Before Blanc could try and free herself, the Beowolf already reached down and grabbed a strong grip of
her pants before tearing the clothes off in one swoop. Blanc’s pants and panties easily shredded off her
petite waist, her fresh slit exposed for the Grimm to admire. All the while Blanc was glaring knives at the
beast, already promising it a myriad of punishments.

“And there it is.” Blake said, struggling not to laugh as she watched Weiss have to react to what was
happening.

“Shush you...you two perverts!” Weiss yelled, calling out Blake and Jaune.

“I’m just doing my job and rolling dice, it’s not my fault!” Jaune again tried to argue. “Blame Blake, not
me!”

“You two are ruining the moment!” Blake said to stop them.

Punching at the beast’s chest, Blanc was surprised when she saw a long tentacle wrap around them
both and pull her and the Grimm right towards the cultist.

“Oh don’t stop by any means, I enjoy watching you girls struggle before you see the light.” The cultist
looked absolutely giddy, now having a front row seat to her Grimm-mate try and have its way with the
faunus girl.

Now forced to choose which girl to save first, Cinna made the hard decision to rush with her weapons
over the Grimm looming over Selene. Raising her mace and her shield, she brought both weapons down
on the Beowolf’s skull before it could assault the naked Selene further.

That final hit seemed to be enough, especially after its first debilitating hit to its skull. The Beowolf finally
dropped dead, beginning to turn to ashes as Selene kicked the crumbling corpse off of her so that she
could get back to her feet.

“Thanks, I owe you.” Selene said, not bothering to cover her body at the moment as she pulled out her
knife and gun from her ruined clothes.

“You can pay me back by helping Blanc.” Cinna said.

“Anytime would be grand!” The Graverobber called out, still struggling against her captor.

“Kind of busy!” The Highwaywoman sarcastically shouted back, recalling what the bat-faunus had said
to her earlier.

“Fight the Grimm, not each other!” Emerald ended their banter, readying another spell to aid the girls.
Her censer now glowing a blue light as an aura of the same color surrounded each of the girls.

Shrugging her shoulders, Selene used the power she just got from Emerald to run ahead and attack the
Beowolf pinning Blanc to the floor.

Not taking its chances, the Grimm leapt off Blanc before Selene could attack it with her knife. The
Beowolf went to attack the Highwaywoman only for Cinna to block it with her shield. Frustrated at being
blue-balled by the girls, the beast suddenly swiped below the shield and ripped off her panties before
Cinna could react. The Grimm held the panties in front of her as if admiring its prize before it dropped it
to avoid another attack from Selene. It wasn’t fast enough to fully avoid her, as Selene was able to slice
into the Beowolf’s side before it could escape.

Now free, Blanc quickly grabbed her pouch which held her weapons and got back to her feet while the
monster was distracted with Selene.

The Beowolf tried to grab at Selene, only for the nibble huntress to avoid it and stab her knife into it’s
back. As it howled in pain, Selene pushed the knife deeper and twisted it to get as much damage as she
could while avoiding the beast’s flailing arms. However, before she could reach to put a bullet into its
back, a tentacle appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Selene and pulled her off of the
Grimm.

Suddenly, more glyphs appeared and more tentacles reached from their portals and wrapped
themselves around each of Selene’s limbs. The naked huntress now suspended in the air, her arms
and legs spread by the tentacles as she was held in front of the irritated cultist.

“I see you’re the most irritating one among them. I’ll use you as an example.” The cultist then used her
staff to summon more tentacles to molest the helpless huntress.

Barely able to move, Selene could do nothing as the tentacles trailed themselves over her body. Two of
them teasing at her stiffening nipples or squeezing her breasts as a brave one continued its way down
and prodded at her exposed lower flower.

Unfortunately, the others couldn’t help the huntress as they were busy fighting the last Beowolf. The
beast tried to attack Blanc only for her to dodge to the ground. The Beowolf looked like it was going to
attack Blanc again only for Cinna to step in front of her. The huntress swung her mace towards it only for
the Beowolf to jump back.

“Thanks.” Blanc said, seeing Cinna help her to her feet.

“Of cour...watch out!” Cinna pushed Blanc away so that they could avoid the Beowolf’s attack.
Blanc quickly recovered, but as she got to her feet she heard the sound of clothes ripping. The cold air
on her body told her that her jacket and tube top were now pieces of cloth on the ground. All the wear
and tear from battling finally took its toll on her clothes, unfortunately Cinna’s rough treatment was the
last straw for Blanc’s wardrobe.

“Sorry!” Cinna apologized, now seeing what happened.

“Accidents happen, I guess.” Blanc said, not getting mad at her teammate for the accident. Her last
piece of clothing was her bra, a peculiar one at that. A white piece that might as well be just wires as the
cups were bare except for a thin string that was just enough to cover her nipples.

“That’s some pick.” Emerald said, wondering about Weiss’s choices in underwear.

“You’re new here! You can’t judge me!” Weiss yelled, completely red at this point.

“I can.” Blake then gave Weiss a quiet round of applause. “I will say, nice taste there Weiss. Glad you
put your all into the campaign.”

“You are the last person I want complimenting my choice of attire.”

Instead of quickly attacking, Blanc surprised her team by suddenly vanishing. Literally fading from view
in a flash, leaving Cinna and Emerald alone to deal with the still angry Grimm.

“Did she just bail on us?” Emerald asked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.” Cinna moved in front of Emerald as the
remaining Grimm glared at them. “Support me. I’ll see about freeing Selene as well.”

“R-Right.” Emerald then used her censer again, glowing a familiar blue light, its magic began to bolster
her and Cinna. “I’ll do as much as I can.”

Feeling the protection, Cinna ran ahead towards the Grimm. Her plan to bulldoze through the beast and
reach Selene to free her from the cultist’s grips. Charging valiantly, the huntress prepared her shield to
ram at the Beowolf.

The wolf Grimm seemed to have other plans as it moved out of the way of the charging Cinna before
swiftly grabbing the surprised huntress by her leg and throwing her to the ground. As fast as it was to
surprise her, the beowulf was also quick to securely pin Cinna to the ground. Taking the extra step, it
kicked the huntress’ weapons out of reach before it went back to leering hungrily at its victim.

As Cinna tried to move the monster off her, she almost froze in shock as she felt something warm and
throbbing start to rub itself against her bare sex. Knowing that the Beowolf would try to enter her, Cinna
began trying her best to wiggle her way out from underneath the beast.

The struggles of the huntress were not only futile, but seemed to encourage the Beowolf more as its
length grew more and more in anticipation of rutting with the huntress and having her bare its pups.
Deciding not to stall any longer, the Grimm lined up its red, throbbing length and thrusted all of it deep
into Cinna’s defenseless pussy. The huntress squealed as her walls became stretched by the
Beowolf’s huge cock.

“And so it begins, and with a surprise twist as well.” Blake said, uncharacteristically giddy. “I was
seriously thinking Weiss would be first, but Pyrrha was a big surprise.” If only she had one of her spare
notebooks, she would be taking notes right now but instead she sat enthralled by the narration of events.

“Um, I don’t think this is something to be happy about.” Pyrrha said, looking down at her sheet as she
already had an idea of what might happen next. “Should I just start planning a new character just in
case?”

“No defeat talk! There are many chances to save you and turn things around.” Weiss said. “Don’t
worry, I have a plan to save both you and Blake.”

“Speaking of Blake,” Jaune said, getting the secret-faunus’ attention. “Before you sit there and enjoy
everyone else’s suffering, it’s your character’s turn to get attacked.”

The cultist stood smiling from her spot as she heard the Beowolf have its way with Cinna. Seeing
Emerald wasn’t in a hurry to move, she decided to draw her attention to the girl she had trapped.
Simple mental commands were enough to have the tentacles stop teasing Selene and move onto the
main event.

The tentacle that was once rubbing against Selene’s slit, poking at her clit, finally stopped as it moved
to line itself at the entrance of her now aroused lips. The helpless huntress was now vocally moaning as
she could do nothing against the tentacles still playing with her tits while the one below readied to enter
her. Another loud moan came out as Selene felt a new tentacle rub itself against her ass, preparing to
plunder her other hole.

Admiring her handiwork, the cultist snapped her fingers and quickly two tentacles stuffed themselves
into Selene’s defenseless pussy and ass. Said huntress was a mess of moans, feeling the appendages
thrust deep inside her before she was silenced by a new tentacle stuffing itself down her throat.
Struggling to breath, Selene could only moan around the thick appendage she was deepthroating.

To the cultist, she was a beautiful sight. Tentacles squeezing one of Selene’s breasts as another pulled
and sucked on her bare nipples. A tentacle flicking her clit as another larger one pistoned in and out of
Selene’s pussy at a frenzied pace, only matched by the one going in and out of Selene’s supple ass.
The cultist moved even closer to the huntress getting ravaged, already planning to get her ready to soon
bare litters and litters of Grimm and hybrids.

“There, what do you think about that?” Jaune asked, wondering how Blake felt now that she was getting
a taste of her own medicine.

“Oh please continue.” Blake eagerly waited for more. “I didn’t think it would get this crazy, but I
couldn’t imagine a scene like this. Not to mention it’s kinky.”

“Can you not enjoy this for like five minutes?!” Jaune asked, still red from having to describe the graphic
scene aloud.
“But how can I not? You do such a good job painting a clear picture.” Blake smirked. “Your storytelling
is amazing.”

“As much as I don’t want to agree with Blake, especially when it comes to such graphic and vile
contents…” Weiss then stopped, trying to keep composed as her cheeks stayed a bright red. “Your
GMing is beyond what I expected. You do tell a wonderful story...even with Blake’s degenerate themes
present.”

“Jaune has always been good at being a GM.” Pyrrha also said to vouch for Jaune. “I-I’m not used to
playing these kinds of games, but you still make it very enjoyable.”

Sighing to himself, Jaune then looked to Emerald as if asking her to throw him a lifeline.

“What? The game is good and I want to play it to the end.” Emerald said. “Besides, there are worse
things on the CCT.Net. It can’t get weirder than it does now.”

“I’m just...going to...continue then.”

Left alone, Emerald decided that she couldn’t wait around for Blanc to return and decided to run over
towards the beast that was fucking Cinna. The Antiquarian tried to push the Beowolf off with all her
strength only for the Grimm to knock the weak huntress aside. To add insult to injury, the shove from the
Beowolf’s sharp claws was enough to easily rip what little was left of Emerald’s sweater.

Her final piece of modesty gone, now fabric along the ground, Emerald was now left with very little
clothes. From below, a large emerald gem-shaped pastie was covering her sex which matched the two
she had on her breasts. The bright green gems greatly contrast against her dark skin.

As tempting as the huntress’ gems were, the Beowolf decided not to stop enjoying its current bitch and
continued pounding its cock in and out of Cinna.

“Ok, how does that count in any way as underwear?!” Jaune stopped, looking over at the nervous
Emerald and the smirking Blake.

“Don’t look at me!” Emerald wrapped her blanket even tighter, as if to try and disappear under it.

“Blake!”

“Yes?”

“Why?”

“Just a simple bra and underwear would have been boring. I figured, why not try something that would
add some spice to the character?” Blake rhetorically asked.

“But pasties? Are you sure this isn’t some weird Mistralian porn thing?” Emerald asked.
“We’re not that bad.” Pyrrha quietly said, mostly to herself.

Slowly picking herself up, Emerald watched as suddenly a figure fell from the ceiling and landed on the
Beowolf’s back with a knife in her hand. Out of nowhere, Blanc appeared with large bat wings stretched
out and quickly stabbed her knife into the Grimm’s back.

“Blanc?!” Emerald said in shock, wondering where Blanc suddenly came from.

Whimpering in pain from the knife, the Beowolf tried to throw Blanc off only for the girl to stab it again
before she jumped off the flailing beast. Sensing that it's time alive was short, the Beowolf decided not to
go after Blanc and instead kept on thrusting into Cinna in a frantic pace. The monster only follows its
instincts to soil the trapped huntress with its pups.

Hearing the commotion, the cultist decided not to play around anymore and proceeded to continue
Selene’s torture. She still had a holy mission to complete and she would at least prepare the cat-faunus
to become a decent sacrifice and cock sleeve for any other Grimm lurking within the ruins. As the
tentacles continued their jobs, the cultist had pulled out a brush and already started drawing a part of a
symbol over Selene’s pelvis.

Selene herself whimpered and struggled, trying to find the strength to tear herself free from the tentacle
hell she found herself in. The feeling of the brush painting something over her womb mattered little
compared to the tentacles having their way with every hole she had, especially feeling the thick one
below thrusting in and out of her womb. Suddenly, all the tentacles thrusted at once and Selene
squealed as she felt something hot and wet flow down her throat as well as something hot at her core as
her pussy and ass were being forced to contain the Grimm fluid flooding her holes.

The cultist smiled all the while, seeing Selene’s stomach slightly bulge from all the fluid being dumped
into her delicate pussy. While the huntress couldn’t get pregnant from her spell, that much Grimm
aphrodisiac being poured into the huntress would be enough to make her a more willing cum slut for the
children of her goddess. The woman waited for the last of the tentacles to pump the huntress full of
aphrodisiacs before she could continue with Selene’s new womb mark.

Hearing the sounds of the other huntress being stuffed, the injured Beowolf decided to redouble its
efforts and try to knock the huntress up before its eventual demise. With the knot at the base of its cock
ready, it pushed all of it into the moaning huntress until all of its knot was fit snug into the foxgirl’s
abused pussy. Feeling the girl’s inner walls tightly squeezed around its cock, the Beowolf was about to
plant it’s seeds before a knife shattered its bone mask and stuck itself deep into its head. The dead
Grimm then fell over, finally freeing Cinna who was still weakly quivering from the attack.

Cinna was then pulled to her feet by Blanc, the Graverobber helping her up as the group only had the
cultist to deal with.

“My...weapon…” Cinna huffed out, asking for Blac and Emerald to grab her weapons that were tossed
aside earlier.

Emerald was quick to pick up her plan and was the first to run over and grab the mace from the corner of
the room to give to the huntress.

Weapon now in hand, Cinna held her mace by the strap and with Blanc’s help was able to give the
weapon a good twirl before throwing it at the cultist as she was still working on Selene.

So enrolled by her work, the cultist didn’t notice the huntresses’ plan until it was too late as the thick
spiked club bashed against her head and knocked her to the floor, the woman unmoving. With nothing
powering the spells, the light orb faded as well as the glyphs. The tentacles vanished into dust as they
dropped the violated Selene to the ground. Selene could only moan, barely able to move until she was
helped by Emerald.

“We did it. We somehow managed to win.” Emerald let out a breath of relief, slumping into her chair.
“How can a game of dice be so stressful?”

“Call me surprised. I had thought you tried to play evil and leave us for Goners, Weiss.” Blake said,
satisfied with how the encounter went.

“I might be playing a scoundrel but Blanc has her own code of honor and she is a huntress, after all.”
Weiss huffed. “That is how many games of G&G can go Emerald, the intense rush of battle. A single
dice roll could determine victory or defeat. It’s very exciting.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Pyrrha smiled, glad that everyone was having fun. Hearing silence from their
GM, she turned to her partner in concern. “Jaune, are you ok?”

“Y-Yeah, peachy Pyrrha.” Jaune said, taking a deep breath and he held his blanket around himself.
“Just...taking a breather. You all just… role play out the end for a bit. Let me know when you’re all ready
to go.”

Finally able to stand on her own, Cinna walked over to grab her shield as well as her mace that she just
threw. Surprisingly, she spotted her panties amongst all the torn clothes along the ground. Her
underwear still intact despite the Beowolf’s poor handling, the huntress took the time to clothe herself
before going to pick up her mace. Once she had picked up everything, she was the first to help Selene
recompose herself.

“Can you still keep going?” Cinna asked, knowing that her faunus comrade had experienced the worst
out of all of them.

“I-I’m fine. Thanks for the rescue.” Selene finally said through breaths and moans. After getting a bit of
rest from having all of her holes assaulted, the Highwaywoman was able to get to her feet and slowly
went to collect her belt and weapons.

While the two helped each other, that left Blanc with Emerald as the Antiquarian watched the batgirl
close her wings and start picking up all of her knives from around the hall.

“I really thought you left us there.” Emerald said, securing her backpack.

“If I really wanted to leave, I would have taken that tag the maid had given us before vanishing.” Blanc
said, now cleaning her knives. “I just fell back into a more favorable spot to catch them off guard. No
one checks the ceiling, usually.”

“R-Right.” Deciding she was done with the darkness, Emerald pulled out supplies from her pack and
lighted a new torch to make everything visible. “So what’s the plan now?”

“We still have to find things of interest as well as any clues.” Cinna reminded them. “If we’re all good to
continue, we can go about our expedition.”

“A lot of us aren’t exactly decently dressed in case we get ambushed again.” Blanc said.

“That just means we have to be more careful.” Selene said, finally done using some of the torn clothes
to clean herself after she got as much pink goo out of her as she could. “Maybe a few more rooms
before we call it a successful mission?”

“That sounds good, but what about clothes?” Blanc reminded her.

Rolling her eyes, Selene looked through a pocket of her destroyed coat and pulled out a small box.
Opening it, she showed off to the group that she had kept a sewing kit on her person rather than in their
supplies in Emerald’s bag. Taking a needle and some thread, Selene took as many scraps of clothes as
she could and went to work to try and repair the destroyed clothing.

Surprising the team with her expert skill and craftsmanship, Selene was able to repair her bra and
panties enough to make them wearable again. After Selene dressed herself in the makeshift underwear,
she saw that she still had enough thread to be used for more sewing in the future.

‘Can’t believe that maid’s lessons are actually useful for something.’ Selene kept to herself as she
packed the sewing kit away in a pouch on her belt.

“How many of those sewing kits do we have?” Blanc asked.

“Just this. I bought it with some of the gold leftover after we divided up.” Selene said.

“Then better to save what we have now for later.” Cinna said before Blanc could suggest they try fixing
more of their clothes. “We still have more to explore.”

Deciding that they were going to venture ahead, Blanc took the torch to hold for Emerald so that she
could find her things. Once everyone was prepared, they followed behind Cinna as they walked down
the halls until they found another door. The girls back in formation, Cinna once again took the lead and
opened the door for all the girls to look inside.

The room appeared to be an old sitting room. Expensive chairs and couches now ripped apart and left to
pieces, while bookshelves that once held books were now pieces of scattered wood with what little
books left thrown about the dirty room. And in the middle of it all, were a group of Grimm who were all
now glaring at the invading huntresses.

Within this weird pack of Grimm were two beowolves, much like the ones they have encountered before.
The other Grimm, however, was much different compared to the wolf-shaped creatures. Behind the
small pack, was a much larger Grimm. The massive scorpion-shaped monster, a Deathstalker, clicked
menacingly as it turned its pincers and stinger at the girls. The last Grimm in the group was the most
peculiar of them all.

It was humanoid, almost like the hybrids, but it looked less like a bestial human and more like an
emaciated man. The skeletal looking Grimm, stood eerily among the strange horde with it’s long gangly
arms stretched down to the ground, ending in large clawed hands that was dripping a familiar pink liquid.
The Grimm slowly growled as it and the others in the horde got ready to attack.

“Beowolves, Deathstalker, and an Apathy? That’s quite a selection of Grimm to have.” Emerald
commented.

“I just rolled from a list Blake gave me to use.” Jaune answered. “Still, this Apathy is one I haven’t
heard of.”

“I found it while skimming through our Grimm Studies books.” Blake said. “I also asked Professor Port
for some suggestions. When you get past his stories, he’s actually very knowledgeable about Grimm
around the world.”

Before the Grimm could attack, the huntresses all rushed in to act first. Pulling out her gun, Selene was
the first to attack as she fired rounds of bullets at the Grimm to weaken them.

One of the beowolves, pinned down by the shower of lead was then hit with a knife to its arm causing it
even more pain. Its packmate looked like it wanted to attack Blanc in retaliation before it took a blow to
the head thanks to Cinna’s mace. The trio continued to battle the wolves while having to avoid swipes
from the Deathstalker.

In the back, Emerald was about to pull out her censer to help until the whole room was filled with a loud
shriek from the Apathy. The others didn’t seem affected, even with their better faunus hearing, as they
had to avoid pincers from the giant scorpion. Emerald however was hit the most, dropping her
‘weapon’ as she stood paralyzed to the spot.

The Apathy had chosen to ignore the trio of violent huntresses and seemed to focus all its menacing
gaze at Emerald, as if freezing her in place with just a glare.

The one who took advantage of Emerald’s state wasn’t the Apathy, but rather one of the beowolves as
it broke away from the scuffle to attack the vulnerable huntress. Emerald was finally able to move just in
time to see the massive beast leap towards her before it was shoved aside thanks to a shield push from
Cinna. The fox faunus stood in front of the shaking Emerald as she faced the Beowolf head on.

Said Beowolf recovered and snarled as it tried to attack Cinna only for the huntress to repeatedly block
its claws with her shield. Eventually, it feinted to the side before surprising Cinna with a slash toward her
waist. Unlike the Beowolf from before, this one was successful in turning the girl’s panties to pieces and
leaving Cinna completely naked.

Its packmate, licking its new knife wounds before glowering at Blanc, rushed at the girl before she could
prepare herself. Pushing the huntress to the ground, the Beowolf bit down and pulled off Blanc’s bra
with its powerful jaw. Tossing the ruined fabric away, the Beowolf stared down at Blanc with excitement.
It reached down with it’s canine tongue to lick her before it was forced off the girl by Selene and her
own knife.

“Thanks.” Blanc reluctantly said.

“I’ll add it to your tab.” Selene smirked until she noticed movement out the corner of her eyes. Quickly
she pushed Blanc aside as she was suddenly splashed by more strange pink goo. Looking over, the
huntress saw that the liquid was coming from the claws of the decrepit Grimm in the back.

Glaring at the Apathy, Selene went to shoot it only to drop her gun as a hot fire shot throughout her core.
It was obvious to the cat-faunus that the Apathy’s ‘poison’ was similar to whatever the cultist had
directly pumped into her before. Barely keeping hold of her knife, Selene began to stumble around the
battlefield as she fought to not lose herself to the growing heat and arousal coming from her body.

“Selene?!” Cinna called out before having to block a sting from the Deathstalker.

Blanc herself just got to her feet as she saw how strange Selene was acting. Soon it was her turn to
save the cat as she had to push Selene out of the way of a beowulf’s pounce. Pulling herself and
Selene up, Blanc quickly tried to get the girl back to her senses.

“What did that thing hit you with? Snap out of it!” Blanc said, trying to reach Selene.

“I...I’m fine…” Selene tried to speak, still trying to properly catch her breath and compose herself. Soon
she was able to convince Blanc to leave her be as they both stood up.

As the aphrodisiac pumped through her body, Selene could vividly picture many things. Memories of her
earlier attack by Grimm tentacles to images of Grimm like Beowolves and Ursai breaking her as they
molded her body to be the perfect baby factory for the lot of these corrupted creatures. However,
eventually Selene was able to find a warm and vivid image amongst these dark fantasies.

Selene’s face went ablush as the image played out like one of her romance books. A simple outing to a
quiet field, a nice lunch on a blanket as she curled up against the object of her desire. The man of her
fantasy looks much like a familiar Arc waiting for her back in Veil. And with Jaune’s face in mind, she
was able to break from her stupor and give all her focus to defeating the Grimm in front of her.

*Many fall in the face of corruption, but not this one. Not today.*

Selene’s Corruption has hit 100. Selene’s resolve has been tested. Selene is now...Romantic.

“Oh, I got a good one.” Blake said in shock as she marked the result on her sheet.
“That’s a good one?” Weiss asked.

“It’s good compared to all the other questionable things Blake has written in the book.” Jaune
answered. “Romantic is one of the few more positive things that can happen. It’s still a quirk, so it will
affect Blake’s character going into the future until it’s taken care of.”

“And if I don’t want to do anything about it?” Blake playfully said.

“What do you mean?” Jaune asked.

“I mean, it could be fun to keep certain quirks. Add more to the role play element.” Blake continued to
smirk, fluttering her eyes all the while. “Maybe I should give it some practice? Mr. Tall, Blond, and
Noodly~?”

“Why don’t we just continue!” Pyrrha quickly said, stopping whatever it was Blake was doing. “Jaune,
please go ahead.”

Quickly, Selene ran to pick up her gun and fired every bullet she had at every Grimm in sight. Bullets cut
through the air and tore the beowolves apart, limbs blown off and holes blown open as the wolves were
gunned down by dust rounds. The Deathstalker also took heavy hits, Its bone carapace not enough to
stop a lucky round that blew through the plate and into its head. As the Grimm fell, starting to turn to
ashes, all that was left was the slow moving Apathy.

The skeletal creature let out a weak growl, trying to look intimidating before moving at a slow pace as if
to leave the room. Of course, the Apathy didn’t make it far as the much faster Cinna ended its existence
with a mace swing to the head. The Apathy crumbled to the ground like its allies and quickly became
dust in the wind. As it died, Cinna had to make sure it’s aphrodisiac/blood(?) didn’t get on her from the
hard swing.

“Room clear.” Cinna called out, not seeing any more movement.

“Thankfully.” Blanc sighed in relief, glad that the fighting had stopped for now. Spotting a flash of
something shiny, the Graverobber noticed a large chest was in the room where the Grimm once stood.
“Looks like they were guarding something valuable.”

“Or they were put here by chance.” Selene said. “Since you saved the day earlier, you can have this
one. I’ll keep watching in case there are any traps. In the meantime, maybe we can scout ahead so we
have a better clue of where to go.”

“It’s too dangerous for any of us to scout. If you get caught in an ambush we wouldn’t be able to
assist.” Cinna brought up a good point.

“It would still be a little better than running around blind.” Selene reasoned.

“Hey girls, I get the point of both sides but Selene is right.” Emerald stepped in. “We’re kind of not in
the best shape to keep up the whole ‘charge bravely into the unknown’ kind of deal. If you girls watch
my bag, I can scout ahead.”
“And if you’re caught?” Cinna asked.

“That’s what this is for,” Setting her large bag down, Emerald rummaged through its contents and
retrieved a small totem. The trinket is in the shape of a woman with green hair. “These are some cheap
magic trackers I have. In case Grimm are around me, the totem is supposed to crack. If I’m caught, it’s
supposed to break. That should be the signal you need to know something happened.”

“You sure you’re going to be safe?” Selene asked, being given the totem to watch over.

“I definitely stick out less without a giant backpack. Plus I know the base hiding spots in ruins like this,
comes with the job.” Emerald reassured them. “I’ll be back.” When everything was said, the
Antiquarian took off into the halls to explore.

With Selene left watching over Blanc, Cinna decided to see if she could salvage any of their clothes to
help with the dangers ahead. Going through Emerald’s bag, the huntress was able to find another
sewing kit and proceeded to get to work starting with her own ripped clothes. Finding the spot, Cinna
opened the kit and began working on the torn set of panties. While maybe not as skilled as Selene, she
was still able to sew the underwear together as well as use other fabric lying around for a makeshift bra.
As the fox dressed herself she noted the tight fight over her impressive chest but figured she would have
to do with it for now.

Meanwhile, Blanc continued to fiddle with the chest. The Graverobber was already expertly picking at
the lock as she listened for any hidden mechanisms. She probably wouldn’t need to be so careful had
they used the skeleton key but such things were delicate, they were lucky that it didn’t break the first
time they used it. So Blanc decided it was better to flex her own skills than waste such a resource, she
would have to make certain to get more copies of that key made when they were back in Veil.

Hearing a final click, Blanc then broke the lock and was free to open the chest after making sure nothing
in the room was triggered. A bit impatient, the bat-faunus opened the chest and peeked at what was
inside.

‘More figures of naked and enticing women, great.’ Blanc thought to herself, annoyed at finding more
perverted pieces. Emerald might have found more with her keen eyes for artefacts, but it was too late to
complain now when the girl was off doing something more important. Still what was with the Arc’s and
this kind of degenerate collection?

Before she started pulling the figures out to add to their pile she noticed an envelope among the
treasure. Her interest peaked, ignoring the lewd items for a moment to open the envelope and read its
contents for herself.

“Ok Weiss, I’m going to text you what the message says after you do a roll. Just tell me when you’re
ready.” Jaune opened his notebook and prepared his scroll.

“What do I roll?” Weiss asked, pulling up her app.

“D20 is good.”
“Right,” Smiling to herself, the heiress rolled her dice and held up her scroll for everyone to see. “13.”

“13...13...oh come on Blake!” Jaune nearly dropped his things as he looked over to the campaign
maker.

“What?” Blake asked, not even pretending to look innocent.

“I am going to have a stern talk with you when this session is over.”

“Oh, you want me alone after hours~?”

“Stop making this weird!” Jaune quickly said, already having enough as he looked through the notebook
again. “Remember Weiss, this is all Blake's idea. I didn’t write any of this.”

“Thanks for the compliments.” Blake smiled.

Deciding it was best to ignore his tormentor, Jaune remained silent as he sent the message to Weiss.
The heiress’ scroll vibrated, having received the message, and she quickly opened it to see what she
had learned.

‘For generations the Arcs were known for many things. Their kindness and generosity to the people to
the ingenious inventions, such as those of O_____ Arc. Of course, one thing that cannot be denied
about the Arcs is the impressive virility of the men. It is believed that a single Arc can father a small
kingdom.’

-Excerpt from Researcher: T. Peach

The more she reread the note, the more Weiss’ face went red and soon she quickly put her scroll down
before looking at Blake. “Is that true?”

“What...oh you got that one!”

“Weiss!” Jaune called out.

“Hey, you’re the one with seven sisters. What did you expect I would write?” Blake shrugged. “How do
you know it isn't true?”

“Stop putting your friends’ families into your weird world!”

“Never!”

“Wait, seven sisters?!” Emerald asked in shock.

“Did you find anything important Blanc?”

Hearing Cinna call out to her brought Blanc out of her stupor as she quickly tucked the note back into
the envelope before turning back to the two girls.

“I-I might have found some notes for Arc to see.” Blanc said, trying her best to not let them see her
blush. “And a couple more of these statue things. I’ll just put them in the bag.”

“Anything we should know?” Selene asked.

“Not really, if you want to know you should ask Arc yourself.” Blanc said, not wanting to show the note
to either girl.

As the Graverobber packed the treasures away the three all stopped moving when they heard a knock
on the door leading to the room. The huntress quickly got out their weapons only to see the door open
and Emerald move back into the room. Seeing their friend return, they all put their weapons down as
Emerald pulled out the map they have drawn so far.

“It was a bit hard to see but I was able to make out a few things. Up ahead is some rubble blocking the
rest of the hall.” Emerald explained as she drew on the map for them to see. “Bit risky but we can dig
through it by hand. I made a small hole to peek through to see if there was anything ahead. I saw
something move, but couldn’t make it out.”

“Was the hallway a dead end?” Selene asked.

“No, there was an open door at the end. I used another charm to see if anything was in there, like
Grimm or anything special.” Emerald wrote down more of the path ahead. “My charm said there was
nothing in that room though.”

“So we can fight an unknown enemy to reach a room with nothing inside.” Selene summed up.

“Which isn’t worth it.” Blanc said what everyone was thinking. “So what should we do? Go back to
Veil?”

“This is a short exploration, not a full extermination. The risks increase the longer we stay and even if
Emerald missed something, it wouldn’t matter if none of us made it back.” Cinna concluded. “We can
start heading back to the entrance if there are no objections.”

“None here, I’m about done with old dirty halls anyway.” Selene said, already thinking about the warm
shower and bed waiting for her at the Estate. Especially if she could get a certain Arc to share with her
like he did with a certain nun.

“We also didn’t really bring anything for an overnight stay.” Emerald reminded them, during their
shopping, that they did not think of the possibility that they would be staying a night in Grimm infested
territory. “We also need to give everything we found to Jaune.”

“Then back we go. Let’s be careful in case anything is waiting for us.” Cinna said.

All of them in agreement, the huntresses gathered their things and pulled out their weapons as they
started the trip back to the entrance. The walk was less treacherous thanks to the lack of Grimm, though
they all were prepared in case of any ambushes. Making it to the next hall, the girls came up to a familiar
confessional that they passed before.

“Looks like we’re still on the right track.” Emerald said, seeing that they marked the confessional on
their map.

“We never did see if anything was strange about it.” Cinna thought aloud as she approached the booth.
“We might as well see if it has any clues.”

“I doubt there would be clues in a confessional in an old building.” Blanc reasoned. “And what if it’s
some cultist trap? They could have put a spell on these for all we know.”

“Which is why I bought certain things back in Veil.” Cinna then walked over to Emerald to check her
bag. After a quick search, Cinna pulled out a vial of water from one of the bag’s pouches.

The vial was of course filled with blessed holy water, sold from the cathedral in town to help those out in
the Grimmlands. With the tool in hand. Cinna went to sit in the booth. While dark, she was still able to
make out what looked like a small effigy of Belladonna in front of her. Over it was the window where a
sister or priestess would usually sit but the curtain made it impossible to see through. Taking precaution,
Cinna poured the holy water on the statue and then proceeded to pray as normal.

“You can just text me the prayer while I roll Pyrrha.” Jaune said.

“Of course,” Pyrrha smiled as she had already pulled out her scroll to write the prayer for her character.

“Anything you want to share with the class, Pyrrha?” Blake asked.

“If I did that, it might not come true. Belladonna is watching after all.” Pyrrha playfully smiled back at
Blake, already finished with her text.

“Touche.”

A few minutes later, Cinna opened her eyes after finishing the prayer. Giving the image of Belladonna a
silent thanks, the fox-faunus then heard what sounded like acceptance for her prayers whispered back.
Confused, Cinna stepped out of the booth to look into the priestess' side only to see that there was still
no one there.

“Something wrong?” Blanc asked.

“I...don’t think so.” Cinna stood confused. “Did one of you sit on the other side? Or see anything from
out here?”

“No one went in after you did. We were all standing guard.” Emerald answered. “Are you sure
everything went ok in there?”

“It was normal. Nothing special,” Cinna said, deciding not to bring up the face that she had been
hearing whispers. “Let’s continue back before it gets too late.”
Taking the lead before they could ask more, Cinna asked for the map and started having the girls follow
her as they retread familiar territory. Once they returned to the room where the orgy once was, the fox
faunus noticed something as she pushed one of the ruined book shelves out of the way. As the dust
from the old furniture cleared, the girls were surprised by what Cinna uncovered.

Another door, a new path that they have not taken. Already there were looks going around the room,
wondering if they should just leave or take the time to explore the new path uncovered. While their torch
burned low, the huntresses came to a silent agreement and decided to go through the new door to see if
there were more secrets to uncover.

Now in a new hall, though still looking the same as every other old hallway, the girls continued walking
using as much torch as they could to keep the way light, especially for Emerald. Halfway through, the
huntresses discovered something new that they haven’t seen before. Something that was very
concerning.

Placed in the middle of the ground was an odd altar. Odd in the fact that it looked like it was made from
bones, Grimm bones, as they could make out bone claws and masks of various Grimm along the
ground. Above the terrifying display was a glowing red orb, held in place by a literal web of black strings,
as black as Grimm’s soulless flesh. The strings hung from a bone that curled up, interestingly carved
into the shape of a scorpion tail. The altar of course didn’t have candles, as the red orb seemed to
provide enough light for whatever the unholy thing was.

“Wow, that isn’t obviously evil.” Blanc said in jest, already wanting nothing to do with the altar.

“More cultist work it looks like. They’ve definitely been busy here.” Selene said, remembering to take
note of the altar for the map.

Before they could discuss what to do with the altar, they all heard the sound of growling coming from the
ends of the hall. Still holding the torch, Emerald moved it over to reveal the Grimm running towards
them.

Another diverse group, the first were two hybrids much like before. Unlike the wolfmen, these Grimm
were taller and had more muscles, their heads shaped more like bears than their dead wolf-like
counterparts. From behind the two hulking masses, the huntresses could see another cultist walking
behind the pack along with one more Grimm. An Apathy sluggishly walking behind the whole horde.

Seeing their enemies approach, Selene was fast to have her knife weapon and dodged a grab from one
of the Ursa-hybrid before she slashed it across its neck. The beast tried to snap at Selene but the
huntress merely moved away before it could go for her again. Before the hybrid could recover, it was hit
by Cinna’s mace which sent it sliding back away from the huntresses.

The second hybrid raised an arm to swing at the girls only for a poisoned dip knife to sink it’s arm and
cause it to groan in pain. The poison flowing through its flesh caused the Ursa-man to recoil in pain and
stagger away from Cinna and Selene.

Still prepared, the huntress gathered up with each of them glowing a blue light thanks to Emerald’s spell
as they watched to see what else their enemies had planned.

The Ursa-hybrid with the bleeding neck was the first to recover and decided to rush at the girls only for
each of them to avoid a huge bear hug from the beast.

Still watching the beast, Selene was blindsided as she was suddenly lifted off the ground by the second
hybrid. With it’s massively clawed hands, it grabbed hold of Selene’s bra and tore the already sewn up
top to pieces as it started to undress the huntress. Before it could go with her underwear, Selene kicked
the man in the nose and caused it to drop her to the ground.

While Selene was busy with this hybrid, the other was busy trying to attack and grab the others. All the
while, the cultist in the back simply smiled as she was already preparing a spell.

In the midst of the chaos, Emerald leapt back to avoid a smack from the Ursa-hybrid only to land on top
of a glyph that was placed on the ground. The marked glowed red, getting Emerald’s attention as
tentacles crawled out the portal and started wrapping around the girl. Of course Emerald tried to struggle
but soon she was suspended in the air, with two tentacles holding her arms out while another two held
her legs spread open to show off all of her nearly naked body.

Once the huntress was secured, more tentacles appeared from the portal and were already starting to
trail their slimy tendrils over the squirming girl’s body. Two reached Emerald’s breasts, they tried to
attack her nipples only for the pasties to get in the way. Starting to wrap around and grope the girl,
Emerald was powerless to stop the tentacles from pulling the two stickers off her chocolate nubs.

As a tentacle appeared to go from the sticker guarding her special place, Emerald suddenly found the
strength to free one of her arms. Taking the chance, she pulled her other arm free and in the struggle
managed to break the glyph, causing all the tentacles to vanish and for her to fall to the ground.

Back in the fray, Blanc was able to move a good distance away from the two savage hybrids. As she
was about to pull out another knife, she was then hit by a warm liquid from behind. Disgusted, the
faunus wanted to clean herself only to nearly drop to the ground as her body began to warm up
unnaturally and her lower lips began to drip. Looking around for the cause, Blanc was shocked to see it
coming from the claws of the Apathy stalking around the hall.

Off in the scuffle, one of the Ursa-hybrids towered over Selene to try and attack the near naked catgirl.
As it stomped over, right when it was going to charge it actually slipped on some of the cloth left from
Selene’s bra. The hybrid fell to the ground and before it could get it, it’s head was crushed when the
other hybrid had been knocked over by Cinna and it accidentally stepped on its packmate. If it had been
affected by the death of its kin it didn’t show, likely only thinking that it wouldn’t have to share the
huntresses now.

“Wait, so that can happen too?” Emerald asked.

“Enemies have rolls and they can also roll Nat 1’s.” Jaune held his scroll, showing the 1 he had just
rolled. “It doesn’t always go like that but a fail is a fail, and there was enough damage for it to just die.”

“Huh, that makes sense.” Emerald said.

Blinking a bit in surprise, Selene was stunned by the events but was still aware enough to avoid a
tentacle coming from out of nowhere. A quick look led her to the cultist who had just cast the spell to try
and attack her. Right as the cultist prepared another glyph, it shattered like glass after Selene quickly
shot at the woman. Every glyph she tried to make was broken by the faunus’ precise aiming, so much
so that the cultist eventually gave up and moved to avoid further gunfire.

Still slowly lurking, the Apathy stopped and creepily rattled it’s bones as it prepared it’s giant hands still
dripping with its corrupt poisons. Stretching it’s lanky arms, it swung them vigorously to try and splash
its aphrodisiacs onto the huntresses’ bare bodies.

Every spray the Apathy threw was avoided by Selene and Blanc as they were two fast for the Grimm to
ever hit. Cinna, meanwhile, had the aid of her shield to block any corrupting fluids the Apathy could
throw her way, also taking great care that it couldn’t reach any vulnerable part of her skin. Emerald,
however, wasn’t as lucky as her companions as she was hit by a surprise splash of ‘poison’ before
she could avoid it.

Immediately, the Antiquarian felt shivers through her body, barely able to keep composed as she felt her
body temperature rise and her lions start to quiver.

Knowing the threat of its aphrodisiac poisons, everyone silently agreed to focus on taking out the Apathy
first. However, there was still a raging Ursa-hybrid in front of them blocking their way forward. Sensing
Emerald’s weakness, it almost broke off to attack her before it was stopped by the other huntresses.

Roaring aggressively, it tried to swipe at Selene only for the Highwaywoman to brush past it’s beefy
arms and slice it across the chest with her knife. As the hybrid staggered back from the pain, it would
only multiply as another knife came flying out and dug itself deep into its new bleeding chest wound.
Thinking of nothing but revenge and instincts, the bear-man fought through the pain to try and grab
Selene or Blanc only for it to be stopped by Cinna’s shield.

Holding the thrashing beast back, Cinna kept a strong grip on her mace and drove it hard against the
monster’s scarred chest. The force strong enough to send it flying and into the nearest wall in the
hallway. The huntress stood with shield and mace ready in case it got back up, only to watch it growl
one last time before the life left its eyes and the hybrid slump over dead.

When she saw the red of its eyes fade away, Cinna let out a sigh of relief. Right as she dropped her
guard for a moment, she felt something slimy wrap itself around her legs and was pulled away from the
team by tentacles before anyone could react. The fox-faunus fought as she tried to pull herself free only
for more tentacles to grab her wrists and then have her completely immobile as she was hung in front of
the cultist.

Grinning at the helpless Cinna, the cultist immediately got to work as she brought out more tentacles to
molest the huntress. Hanging the fox-faunus spread-eagle, Cinna was forced to endure the sexual
torture as tentacles squeezed tight around her large bouncy breasts, sliding beneath her bra to reach
her nipples. Not wanting to waste time, the cultist had a free tentacle slide down Cinna’s slim tummy
before reaching her waist and sliding across her sex beneath the makeshift underwear. As the tentacle
continued to tease her aroused slit, the cultist then tore off Cinna’s panties to get a clear view.
Selene wanted to help her comrade but was caught off guard by a spindly claw coming out of nowhere
and nailing her across the waist, turning her panties to shreds. Selene didn’t even have to guess it was
the Apathy that did so as she could already feel the aphrodisiac start pumping through her skin again.
As well, she could see it already retract its lanky arm away from the huntress before she could retaliate.

Cinna meanwhile was at the mercy of the cultist. The huntress could do nothing but squirm and moan as
tentacles groped her chest or rub back and forth against her moistening pussy. Once she believed she
was ready, the cultist summoned a thicker tentacle and proceeded to plunge the unholy appendage
deep inside of Cinna. The huntress now audibly squealed as the tentacle violated her.

“Cinna!” Blanc was the first to try and assist Cinna only to have a large hand wrap itself around her face
and pull her to another part of the hall. Her screams muffled by the massive palm covering her face, she
kicked and screamed as she tried to rip herself free.

The Apathy just stared at the huntress, not at all intimidated by her burning glares or her hands trying to
pull its fingers off her face. All it did was slowly stretch the fingers of its free hand before it reached down
and pulled on Blanc’s panties. While the Apathy weren’t known for its bitch-breaking strength, it was
still strong enough to easily tear cloth from flesh as it stripped the bat-faunus’ pussy bare.

Still trying to free herself, Blanc had to fight against the feeling of helplessness as well the lustful
shudders as every scratch of the Apathy’s dripping claws injected more and more blood pumping and
pussy moistening aphrodisiac into her body. Her aura was doing very little to slow down the effects. Her
fears would grow when she looked down and saw a long and thick schlong poking from the gangly
Grimm’s pelvis. Before she could think to kick at her attacker, The Apathy grabbed one of Blanc’s legs
to move her in a better position to access her appetizing cunt. In its forever menacingly slow pace, the
Apathy moved its throbbing length closer like an angry red lance waiting to pierce through her lower
gates.

“Silly me to think that we wouldn’t go through anything worse. Why did I think that Blake’s games
couldn’t get any worse?” Weiss complained to herself, shaking with anger and embarrassment as she
had to hear her capture be narrated.

“To be fair, it rolled to target you or Emerald.” Jaune tried to help, also read in the face himself as he
had to continue the Grimm’s turn.

“Well lucky me.” Weiss said sarcastically.

“I still don’t see why you’re so mad. We’ve been through worse in your game. Your innocence
shattering, character killing game.” Blake reminded her.

“My campaign was never this perverse!”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Can we not have any fighting, how do you all want to respond?” Jaune asked, putting on his GM voice
and getting the game back on track.
“Actually, there’s a skill on my sheet I want to try. At least to see if it works.” Emerald asked as she got
up from her seat to take the paper over to Jaune. Not trusting Blake’s words on how they worked. “Is it
ok to do this?”

“Sure, roll and tell me your results.”

Composing herself, Selene was debating which huntress to save as she felt an energy well up within
her. Looking down, Selene was surprised to see that the unfinished mark the one cultist drew before
suddenly disappeared and was replaced with both a green gemlike symbol as well as a small shield
around her lower lips. An experimental touch allowed Selene to see that while the shields bent a bit, it
was a solid shield preventing anything from entering.

Over with the Apathy, it moved to force itself onto Blanc only for a shield to also pop up and stop its cock
from entering the faunus. Stunned for merely a moment, it didn’t deter the Grimm as it continued to
push against the flimsy barrier. Slowly bending and breaking the shield as it prodded at the entrance.
Eventually, the Apathy gave a hard thrust and the barrier broke allowing the thick log to reach deep into
the screaming Blanc’s inner depths.

As the bat-faunus’ scream echoed throughout the hall, the cultist merely smiled as she continued her
work on Cinna, leaving the Apathy alone to break the other huntresses. The struggling and fighting
fox-girl made it hard, but she kept her spell going as the tentacle in her pussy continued to pump more
and more vigorously. Cinna’s moans mimicked Blanc’s as both were at the mercy of their captors.

Preparing the girl, the cultist moved to draw the mark on Cinna before she stopped dead in her tracks.
Nearly dropping her spell from intense pain as there was now a large cut across her bare chest.
Staggering back, the woman glared at Selene who was suddenly in front of her with a knife in hand.
Quicker than the cultist could react, Selene then shoved her against the wall with her knife close to her
neck.

“Let her go, now!” Selene held her blade threateningly close, already seeing a thin line of blood come
from the cultist’s neck.

Even with the knife so close and a glaring huntress in front of her, the spell still didn’t drop. From
behind, the cultist could make out Emerald trying to break Cinna free of the tentacles by hand only to
fail. Seeing the huntress trying to ruin her mission from her goddess, the cultist only glared back at
Selene before she made a few hand signs with one of her hands.

As Emerald tried to pull at one of the tentacles, she was suddenly thrown aside as more tentacles came
out the portal and smacked her away. Quickly, all the tentacles went out of control. The newly
summoned ones made themselves a home in Cinna’s throat and ass as they all wildly thrusted in and
out. Suddenly a second tentacle joined the one in pussy, stretching her walls even more as they
madebthe huntress nothing more but a living sex doll.

Hearing her teammate’s suffering, Selene pushed the knife a bit closer in threat as she tried to force the
deranged woman to stop the spell. Instead, all she got was a superior smile from the cultist as she held
up a hand to Selene. At first, the huntress thought she was casting a spell, only to see that the woman
was counting down with her fingers instead.

3...2...1.

In an instant, the tentacles all pushed as deep as they could into Cinna and each shot a load of
aphrodisiac into every part of the fox-faunus. Body stained, nearly choking, and even her stomach lightly
started to bloat as more corrupting fluids were being pumped into the huntress. Cinna’s eyes rolled
back as she was hit with an avalanche of pleasure all at once as she came around the thick tentacles in
her cunt.

The sounds of Cinna getting violated seemed to distract the Apathy, the gangly creature turning its head
to watch the redhead’s torture. That moment was exactly what Blanc needed as right as the shield over
her pussy broke she was able to twist and kick the Apathy in the head with her free leg. Recoiling in
pain, it dropped Blanc which allowed her to move away from the monster.

In the chaos, Selene was surprised as the cultist headbutt her, causing her to drop both her knife and
the woman. While the huntress was in pain, the cultist took the opportunity to run behind the Apathy
before Selene could catch her again.

Meanwhile, Emerald has run over to help the freed Blanc. Helping her recover from her earlier assault.

“You just found out you had magic like that?” Blanc asked, referring to the shields from earlier.

“They slipped my mind, sorry!” Emerald quickly apologized.

Out of nowhere, both huntresses were shoved so hard against the wall they had the wind knocked out of
them. Before either could recover, the spindly arms then threw them against the ground. Blanc and
Emerald both tried to remove the hands holding them only for the strength in their arms to start leaving
them. Looming over them was the Apathy, eyes glowing even more intensely as it kept the struggling
girls still.

Sapping their strength, the girls could barely move as the Apathy got to work. While keeping them
stunned, it was met with little resistance as it took one of its hands and peeled off the pastie that was
Emerald’s final wall of modesty. Along with that, it used its other hand to tear up Blanc’s top as well.
There lying before the Apathy was now a pair of perfectly naked huntresses.

“That’s all of us down to nothing now. You know I gave Emerald’s idea some thought, maybe we
should make this more immersive.” Blake said.

“Immersive how?” Jaune asked, clearly scared by what Blake had in mind.

“I feel so bad that you have to sit there in just blankets and towels because of some rolls.” Blake said, in
a playful tone that would have made Yang proud. “It really isn’t fair that you’re the only one naked, but
since everyone has been stripped maybe we should all joi…”

“No! No! NO!!!” Weiss quickly objected. “There will not be any stripping of any kind! You’ve clearly
gone too far and I will not stand for anymore of your perverted ideas!”
“So you’re going to try and break the rules Weiss?”

“Screw the rules!”

“Ok, everyone calm down before we get out of hand.” Pyrrha tried to make peace between the two.
“While it is very...immersive. Maybe it’s too early to consider such an idea. Perhaps it could be
something to consider for the next game?”

“Pyrrha you can’t be serious?!” Weiss asked.

“Remember what happened the last time someone broke the rules?” Pyrrha whispered back to her.

Somehow, Weiss grew even paler as she looked over to see Blake just smiling back to her from her
seat. Knowing how close she got to setting off a landmine, Weiss just sat back into her seat. Seeing that
she won the fight, Blake didn’t push further as they all waited for Jaune to continue.

The two still paralyzed by its glare, the Apathy seemed to make its choice as it decided to move itself
over towards the ivory haired Graverobber. Spreading Blanc’s legs, the still throbbing tool was once
again placed in front of her slit. With no shield to impede its progress, the Apathy had no problems
shoving all of its cock inside of the now moaning Blanc.

With the rest of her team occupied, all that was left was Selene who was still pursuing the cultist. The
woman tried to raise her staff to cast another spell only for Selene to reach her and force her to drop the
unholy stick. Of course, just removing the weapon wasn’t enough to stop her spell as Cinna was still left
suspended and attacked by the tentacles.

Dazed and overwhelmed, Cinna wasn’t given a break as the tentacles continued with another round.
While not at risk of being bred, the tentacles still continued to pump more and more of its corrupting
fluids until it was all but gushing out of her. Her inner walls tightened again and Cinna lost track of how
many times she came as waves of pink continued to fill her womb, slowly turning her into a compliant
Grimm-slut.

As a huntress, there was always the risk of falling to the Grimm during a mission. It was a fate Cinna
was familiar with, having seen other huntresses break during fights against the corrupt creatures. Being
the stout defender and warrior that she was, Cinna accepted that she may one day end up like those
other huntresses turned into breeding cows for the Grimm.

Still that didn’t mean she didn’t fight to keep her mind sane. Cinna did all that she could, from thinking
back to the reason why she picked up a weapon to fight the Grimm to all the good she had done during
her duties as a huntress. However, with every thought of her duty there were tens of thoughts that her
purpose was maybe for other reasons. Some of them involve a certain Arc that she had become more
than enamored with. Many of them didn’t have her as the well armored and brave Cinna but as a simple
woman, bare as the day she was born as she shared a bed with the man she had affections for.

And as Cinna thought more of shedding the heavy armor and attitude of a huntress to become a certain
man’s pet fox she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of weightlessness and freedom that came with not
wearing armor.

*The bulwarks of the mind have fallen!*

*Cinnamon’s Corruption has hit 100. Cinnamon’s resolve has been tested. Cinnamon
is now...Exhibitionist.*

“I’m guessing that isn’t a good thing to roll.” Pyrrha said with worry as she had to add the affliction to
her character. “It definitely gets in the way since armor is kind of the whole point of this character.”

“Can’t always be lucky Pyrrha.” Blake said.

“The more I learn about this game’s systems, the more degenerate it becomes.” Weiss said, hoping
that her character would never have to pass that corruption threshold.

“I know, it’s great.” Blake said, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye.

As the spell continued, Selene was doing her best to corner the cultist. Finally, she was able to grab
onto the woman by the robes before knocking her out with the end of her knife to the cultist’s head.
Selene then dropped the unconscious woman to the floor as she looked for a way to stop the spell.

She didn’t have to look long as apparently the only thing giving the glyph fuel was the woman’s aura
and concentration. With her knocked out, the tentacles finally stopped and disappeared along with the
glyph as Cinna was finally released into a pink puddle on the ground. Still moving, Cinna could only
squirm and moan as she didn’t have the strength to get back on her feet.

The Apathy didn’t seem to notice the cultist’s defeat, or more likely didn’t care, as it continued to
pound into Blanc while also using its ‘poison’ tipped fingers to play and tease Emerald’s dripping
pussy. Both girls were still kept in place by the Grimm’s glowing eyes as the greedy monster continued
to enjoy its prey. The aphrodisiac that dripped from its fingertips easily injected more and more into
Emerald as it toyed with her holes.

While she could have finished off the cultist, Selene decided the best thing to do was help her
teammates as she quickly rushed to get Cinna to her feet. Uncaring that Cinna was all but covered in
goo. Once Cinna was up, Selene helped her to pick up her mace and the two of them worked together to
throw the heavy weapon at the gangly Grimm.

The weapon traveled far, but unfortunately it just missed the Apathy’s head as it slammed into the
nearest wall.

The distraction almost broke its influence over its victims as both Emerald and Blanc were once again
fighting to escape. Not wanting to lose the chance to breed two supple and inviting huntresses, the
Apathy shoved its entire meat into Blanc to better mate with the rebellious woman. Caught in the mating
press, Blanc did all she could to try and push the weak Grimm off before it was too late.
And then, just as Blanc thought she was making progress she felt the Grimm’s cock fire its first load into
her womb. The Apathy’s seed was already filling her as she was too late to throw the beast off her
before it could finish. As it finished dumping its cum, the Apathy then went still as a knife went down into
its skull.

The Apathy fell dead, turning to ashes and releasing Emerald and Blanc from whatever hold it had.
While Emerald stood up in relief, Blanc was quickly trying to scoop out as much of the Grimm splooge
as she could before it was too late.

The battles now over, Selene went over to check on the cultist that she left on the ground. It only took
one look for her to realize the woman wasn’t moving, possibly already bled out from all her cuts. She
cursed at the loss of information but knew that there was nothing they could do now.

Getting back on her feet, Cinna was at Blanc’s side helping them both to clean up thanks to some water
they had brought as well. Quickly they got clean, or at least as clean as one could get while naked inside
of an old building. It was only thanks to the torch that they didn’t feel too cold standing about with little
cover.

Everyone gathered their things, they could see a door at the end of the hall. All of them thought that the
Grimm must have come from that direction. Once they all got their weapons, Emerald was the first to
pull out the map and mark where they were.

“We’re not that far from the exit. Can’t we just come back for whatever this is later? I think we have
more than enough to take back.” Emerald suggested.

“We did say one more room.” Selene reminded them. “We’ve already come this far and who’s to say
something will break out of there and try to attack us from behind.”

“What if it isn’t worth the trouble?” Blanc asked.

“You’re free to head to the entrance alone then.”

“We’ll all go there together.” Cinna made it clear. “No one goes off unless we have to. We search this
last room and then we can all return back. Anything else might be too dangerous and we’re running out
of supplies.”

“Final room then.” Blanc relented, following the group as they all walked ahead to the door waiting for
them.

“Ok, you just need to check out this final room and then you can call it a successful exploration.” Jaune
said, hyping them up for the final encounter.

“Good, this will be over soon.” Weiss sighed. “Also about Blanc’s..is she…?” Weiss continuously
struggles to ask her question.

“No, the rolls failed before you took care of it.” Jaune said, feeling better when he heard Weiss let out a
breath of relief. “It was close, you beat it by 1.”

“Thank the Brothers for small miracles.” Weiss whispered.

“Ahem…” Blake cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t you be thanking Belladonna? She is the chief god in this
campaign.”

“Belladonna’s thanks is the fact that I’m still here playing.” Weiss gave Blake an annoyed stare. “And
Blanc doesn’t worship Belladonna, so there.”

“Those underwear say otherwise.”

“Shut up!”

“Well, this is the last room. It feels weird to say this, but I almost don’t want the session to end.” Pyrrha
admitted. “I mean, beyond the close calls it’s very fun. Though, I think we are pushing our luck a bit
with one more room but we don’t have a choice besides going back to the other path.”

“It’s just a room, what’s the worst that can happen?” Emerald asked.

“Famous last words, just let me know when you’re ready.” Jaune said, after making a few rolls himself.

Cautiously approaching the door, the huntresses took moments to check the door. Blanc was first up,
placing an ear to the wood to try and listen past it. Seconds later, the Graverobber gestured with her
hands to tell the others that she could hear something large stomping around. Looks were given
between the group, as they all had a silent conversation.

It was either check this room, or go back the way they came and dig through a knowingly Grimm-filled
hallway. Deciding to take their chances, they all prepared their weapons and slowly opened the door to
face what was inside.

This room was much bigger than any room they’ve seen so far, more so than a sitting room anyway.
Half of the room was set up like a giant nest, a mish-mash of torn chair and couch cushions to make a
softer floor while broken furniture was scattered about as well. Of course, the nest was the last thing on
the huntresses’ minds as a large beast rose from the nest, obviously awakened by them entering the
room.

The Grimm was massive, easily near the size of a large wagon, unfurled large bat wings as it snarled at
the girls. Its body in the shape of a large lion, black body of course covered in sections of bone with a
large Grimm mask that had a large mane of bones. Swinging behind it, they could see a very long tail
that ended in a weird fleshy bulb.

Before any of them could question why such a massive monster was there, it leaped out of its nest and
gave an earthshaking roar as it stood protectively in front of its pile.

“Is that a Manticore?! How?! And why is it inside a building of all places?!” Weiss asked, shocked at
what the final confrontation revealed.
“It was on the list of Grimm on the boss table that I rolled from.” Jaune explained. “Once again, you can
blame Blake for the great variety of things you will have to fight in the future.”

“I figured, why not include some regional Grimm. The Grimm Studies textbook was very informative.”
Blake said. “I had to make some...creative changes to some though.”

“Grimm Studies should not be used to build your degenerate fantasy land!”

Once the Manticore started stomping closer, Blanc was the first to react by throwing a knife straight at
the beast. Instantly, the small knife was smacked out of the air by its long winding tail before the beast
roared as it charged at full speed. The big Grimm’s speed surprised them as it slammed into the girls,
knocking Cinna, Selene, and Emerald aside as it had pinned Blanc underneath one of its paws.
Recovering first, Emerald moved to cast a shield on her ally before she was suddenly wrapped up by the
Manticore’s long tail.

Bound tight by the strong tail, Emerald was held up in the air helpless. To her fear, the naked huntress
saw the bulb at the end moved down to her exposed nether regions. Right before her slit, the bulb
opened to reveal a long, hollow, fleshy tool. To Emerald’s displeasure, there was no wait as the rod was
quickly forced into her pussy before it started its slow, agonizing thrusts.

Underneath the large paw, Blanc was helpless as she didn’t have the strength to lift the beast off her
chest. Pinned down and already stripped, the Manticore didn’t need any preparations as it moved the
huntress closer to the still throbbing and wet cock poking from its waist. Against the huntress’ increasing
demands and objections, Blanc could barely hold back gasps of pain and pleasure as the thick meat rod
began stretching her walls until it reached the entrance of her womb. Satisfied with the girl’s tightness,
the Manticore wasted little time as it began mounting and breeding its newest catch.

It wouldn’t last long as the Manticore stopped mid-thrust to roar in pain as it felt a knife slice open the
side of its leg, causing it to ooze a faint black smoke. Angered by its new scar, it turned with its free paw
to try and claw at Selene who had just attacked it. Lucky for the huntress, she was agile enough to avoid
the attack and back away from the beast.

Getting back to her feet, Cinna quickly retrieved her dropped weapons as she tried to think of ways to
combat the Manticore.

With the huntresses moving away, the beast continued its methods of breaking the angry girl beneath it.
Again, it had to stop once Selene jumped in to stab its side while it was in mid-pound. Right as it was
about to attack, a mace bashed against its head causing it to reel in pain. Its mask cracked, but it still
didn’t let go of Blanc as it smacked Cinna and Selene away.

While in pain, it merely redoubled its efforts. Blanc’s yells of insults quickly became only gasps and
moans as the Manticore slammed its rod repeatedly into her tight hole, nearly making the huntress cum
as it continued knocking at her baby room. Emerald wasn’t much better, as the rod fervently thrusted
repeatedly into her quim, dripping with her juices.

“Let me… go! Don’t… Fuck...!” Emerald repeatedly fought for freedom, her shouts becoming screams as
she felt the first jets of Grimm cum fire from the fleshy rod and directly into her womb. An avalanche of
emotions overwhelmed the girls as she was filled with more of the off white cream until it dripped out
around the Manticore’s tail-rod. The huntress; eyes rolled back and her mouth opened as she was
forced to cum multiple times as the Grimm bred her, nearly knocking her unconscious from all the
pleasure she was experiencing at once.

*One can sometimes find clarity in the midst of perversion, but only rarely…*

*Emerald’s Corruption has hit 100. Emerald’s resolve has been tested. Emerald is now...Nudist.*

“Ok, are you sure you’re not messing with me? First with the clothes and now this?” Emerald asked,
pointing at the sweater she was still forced to wear as she looked across at Blake and Jaune.

“That was the dice’s fault, not mine.” Jaune tried to calm the girl.

“It still is a funny coincidence. I don’t think I could have planned how well everything has come
together.” Blake said.

While the Manticore was distracted with Emerald, Cinna and Selene quickly acted before the situation
could get worse. The cat-faunus dashed back and stabbed the beast past its bone armor and into its ribs
with her knife. Feeling the pain, the Manticore turned to bite Selene before it was blocked by Cinna’s
shield.

The fight helped to stall Blanc’s punishment, but the tail seemed to act on its own as it still assaulted the
worn out huntress. Emerald didn’t even come down from her climax before the rod went back to
pounding her tight and tired cunt. The Antiquarian could only give soft, muted moans as her walls
unconsciously tightened around the fleshy tool before it blew another gallon of cum into her. Again,
Emerald was forced to cum as her stomach began to bloat as the tail made a perfect seal around her
entrance.

Emerald’s moans proved to be enough of a distraction as it prevented Selene and Cinna from reacting
to the Manticore knocking them aside.

Feeling the one on its tail starting to accept her fate, the Manticore went back to driving its barbed length
back into Blanc’s tight pussy. The huntress wasn’t nearly as accepting as the one on its tail, but the
Grimm didn’t care as all it focused on was filling another huntress with its seed to further add to its nest.
Within moments, the Manticore roared in pleasure as its cock erupted inside of Blanc. Even as it felt a
mace smash against its ribs, it wasn’t enough to move it as it emptied itself.

“Y-You brute! Don’t cum in meee…!” Blanc screamed before she was cut off by the feeling of something
hot pouring into her cunt.

Blanc herself was in hysterics, in fear that the Grimm had just pumped her full of its cubs. She redoubled
her efforts to try and escape, but couldn’t even move as her womb was forced to house the pool of
off-white cum. Her aura being the only thing preventing impregnation.

“Wow, two in one. Weiss seems to be really popular.” Blake commented. “Does this remind you of
another campaign you…”

Weiss held up a hand to Blake, stopping her from speaking. “If you promise never to bring up that game
again, I won’t object any further about playing this… outrageously lewd experience. Deal?”

“Deal.” Blake smiled, shaking the heiress’ hand.

“What just happened?” Emerald asked, confused by how the two were acting.

“Weiss learned the same thing I did. Sometimes it’s best just to...let Blake get what she wants.” Jaune
sighed.

“Blake can get...really intense when she really wants something.” Pyrrha added.

Getting back on her feet, Selene had to stop for a bit and let her vision clear. The fall she took was hard
and it didn’t help that the room was now filled with the sounds and smells of sex as the Manticore had
its way with two of her team. A part of her thought it might be best to cut her losses and run with Cinna,
but she feared what reactions she would get by returning empty handed. Pushing such thoughts aside,
she picked up her knife and prepared to fight again.

Cinna was next on her feet, slow to stand as she felt a massive hit to her aura thanks to the earlier
attack. Still holding onto her mace and shield, the huntress couldn’t bear to watch two of her teammates
potentially fall to the Grimm. She would rescue the girls, then bring them all back to the Estate together.

The Manticore seemed to recover from its first cumshot and quickly went back to work, driving into the
fertile huntress below. Its instincts not caring for the huntress’ calls to stop as it only cared that the
woman was successfully bred. As it worked, it felt the huntress onahole against its tail stop fighting,
possibly accepting her fate like all the women the strange females threw into its room. Feeling Emerald
go weak, the Manticore decided to ‘reward’ her with a third wave of corrupting cum into Emerald.

“Fuuuck…” Emerald moaned, almost going limp as her stomach grew bigger and bigger with each shot
fired. Her pussy clenching around the tool and her own juices squirting out as she was forced to accept
every ounce of cum fed to her womb. The poor girl’s aura working overtime to block against the
invading ocean.

Satisfied, the tail seemed to lower Emerald close to the ground and release her. Thinking the huntress
was now an accepting broodmare, ready for the Manticore’s more personal care. Right after the bulb
pulled out of Emerald, a river of cum was finally free to dribble out of the tired girl’s pussy.

Unbeknownst to the Manticore, Emerald wasn’t as out of it as it thought. The huntress was still able to
feel around until her fingers hit a sharp metal. A knife Blanc must have dropped. Grabbing a firm hold,
Emerald used all her strength to swing with the weapon and cut the bulb off its tail with one swing.
The beast shook the room with its roar, the pain of the bulb cutting off hurting more than every other cut
inflicted on it so far. Stunned with pain, a surprised shield tackle from Cinna was enough to push the
Manticore aside and finally released Blanc from her heavy prison. Right as it was about to retaliate,
Selene was by Cinna’s side with a knife now stabbed deep into the monster's chest. Now angered, the
Manticore pushed back against the shield and tried to slash at Cinna and Selene only to miss both of the
huntresses.

Unfurling its giant wings, while it couldn’t fly inside the room, it kicked up wind and dust, nearly blowing
the two girls away. The dust was enough to have the huntresses cover their eyes, less they be blinded
by the sudden attack. That seemed to be what the beast was waiting for as the Manticore then charged
ahead and knocked Cinna and Selene to the floor.

Moving over to the closest one, the Manticore pressed Selene against the dirty floor, her naked hips
turned up invitedly before the Grimm’s throbbing length. With revenge still on its mind, it quickly
mounted Selene and proceeded to rut with the catgirl as if she were a bitch waiting to be bred. Selene’s
ass’ jiggling each time as the Grimm’s huge pelvis and balls bounced off the moaning huntress.

“Not so fun now, is it?” Weiss smirked as she looked towards Blake. “Anything else you want to say?”

“Yes Weiss. I didn’t want to say it but I think my butt is sexier than yours.” Blake said, shocking the
table. “I mean, it’s not a surprise that the Grimm ignored your curves to focus on mine.”

“That’s not…! How dare you?!” Weiss blushed in shock. “And those fat pillows you call a postier are no
way near better than mine!”

“Then why don’t we get a second opinion?”

“Gladly, Arc!” Weiss pointed at Jaune, surprising the GM. “Tell Blake that there’s no way she has a
more...luscious rear than me!”

“I’m sure Jaune, like half of Beacon, has fantasized about the Bellabooty more than your uptight
Schneehind.” Blake smirked, interesting at hearing Jaune’s response to the question.

“Can I...not answer?” Jaune looked away, face fully red.

“Can I?” Emerald raised a hand, stunning the table. “What? I just want this to end so that we can get
back to the game.

Recovering from the tackle, Cinna was unexpectedly helped up by Blanc who had just got back to her
feet.

“Thanks.” Cinna said.

“No problem, now get that thing’s attention while I finish it. That bastard isn’t the only one with wings.”
As if to prove her point, the faunus’ own wings came out before she shot into the air and vanished from
sight.
Trusting her teammate, Cinna gripped her weapons tight and charged in to save Selene. The fox girl
swung her mace only for the Manticore to block the heavy weapon with one of its wings. Steel spikes
dug into the wing, ripping some of the membrane as well as the Manticore just barely stopped the
weapon from breaking it’s limb. Buckling from pain, it stopped attacking Selene to paw at Cinna only for
the huntress to block with her shield.

Up above on some rafters, Blanc could barely be seen as she had knives in both of her hands. Falling
from cover, the huntress sunk her knives into the Manticore causing it to roar and thrash about in pain.

“Now!” Blanc shouted before she could be thrown off.

The Manticore looked like it wanted to slam its back against the wall to force the faunus girl off only for a
mace to slam directly into its face. The bone of its mask shattered and black ooze erupted out as
Cinna’s weapon cracked the Manticore’s head open. Cinna herself glared directly into the beast’s red
eyes until those burning embers faded and the beast fell to the floor dead.

As the monster started to fade, Cinna did all she could to push the decaying body off so that she could
help Selene up. The Highwaywoman was panting, still weak in the legs from the earlier rutting, but was
slowly picked up by Cinna.

“Going to be ok?” Cinna asked.

“I’ll be fine. I didn’t get the worse of it.” Selene said between breaths, looking over to where Blanc and
Emerald were.

In a surprisingly selfless move, Blanc was helping to scoop out as much cum as she could from the
nearly-unconscious Emerald. Vials of water in hand to help clean the girl afterwards, as well as herself. It
seemed that both of their auras held up enough to prevent the worst, but they would still need to be
checked over when they returned back to Veil.

With no other dangers in the room, the huntresses were able to drop their guards and focus on recovery
before they would attempt to survey the ruined office that the Manticore had used as a den.

“Wait, you’re not rolling anymore.” Emerald noticed little action coming from Jaune’s seat. “Does that
mean…?”

“Congrats, the only danger in the room was the boss, so that means you girls won.” Jaune confirmed.
“You can still do any searches, maybe go back to the one hallway, but if you choose to leave the
dungeon now it’s quest cleared.”

“Wow.” Emerald let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Why was this so intense? I didn’t
think anything could get my heart pumping so much other than sparring. Is this how every game is?”

“Only the good ones.” Weiss answered first. “It is, admittedly, a pleasant experience. Fighting against
tough adversity, pulling a win out of what seems to be an impossible battle. You should see some
sessions further in with strong characters.”
“It gets more intense than this?”

“It does when you have to fight in wars.” Pyrrha said, looking back at some of their more memorable
games. “Still, I’m glad you were able to enjoy your first game. Situations aside.”

“Well, besides the whole costume thing and this character...it wasn’t terrible.” Emerald admitted, soft
blush on her face. “I… wouldn’t mind coming back and doing this again.”

“Before that,” Blake gave a soft clap. “I think we can all confidently say that Pyrrha is the MVP of
today’s game.”

“I was just doing my best to help. Nothing special.” Pyrrha waved her hands, smiling as she accepted
the claps from around the table.

“You say that now, wait until you get to pick your reward later.” Blake said.

“Reward?” Pyrrha said, confused. Only for Blake to move over beside her and whisper something to
her ear. Pyrrha’s face went bright red, but said nothing as Blake went back to her seat.

“What did you do?” Jaune asked.

“Don’t worry about it.”

After gathering around the door, Emerald was left in Cinna care while the two more agile huntresses
went on to scope out the room.

Of course, the first place they looked was the giant cushioned nest where the Manticore once slept. The
most they could see were piles of torn pillows and cushions, likely taken from the chairs that were once
in the room or maybe from through the whole ruin. Taking careful steps, Selene and Blanc then noticed
that there was something near the center of the nest.

Or rather, there was someone.

Asleep, against the soft bedding was a young faunus woman. She had short orange-brown hair, messy
from what probably occurred before they arrived, with deer antlers growing out past her locks. The
closer they got, the easier they could see that the dusky skinned deer girl was the Manticore’s previous
lay. Completely naked, with rivulets of cum dripping from her lower lips. From the looks, they could tell
that the woman was probably a recent capture by the Grimm.

“It might be wrong for me to say it, but she’s lucky to have been brought here and not to a proper
breeding den.” Blanc said, checking the girl and seeing that she was still sleeping.

“Those cultists might have just thrown her in here. If we’re fast, we can get her treated back at Veil.”
Selene said as they both gently carried the woman out of the nest.

“A lost one?” Cinna asked, seeing the two gently lay the deer girl on the ground next to the tired
Emerald.
“Unfortunately,” Selene answered. “We’re still giving the room a look, but after that we’re going to
head back so that she can get immediate help.”

Immediately Cinna understood, already looking through Emerald’s bag to help clean the girl up as well
as take care of any injuries she might have. Once they saw she was in good hands, Selene and Blanc
went back to their search around the room.

The majority of the room was a mess, anything that wasn’t soft to add to the bedding was thrown aside
or torn to pieces. Among the broken shelves, they saw there were no books that were intact. It was only
when they reached the end of the room that the two huntresses found something kept underneath a
large curtain.

It was a strange case, metal on every side except for a front door made of glass. The steel box was
large enough to fit a person inside but the two couldn’t see anything within at first glance. Looking
around, they were only able to spot a familiar pair of golden arcs at the side showing that whatever this
was belonged to the Arcs.

“Think there’s something inside?” Blanc asked.

“Maybe, though, should we be messing with something like this?” Selene asked her own question.

“And just tell them we found a weird box with their emblem on it?”

“Touche.” Selene mentally cursed, already knowing a certain Head Maid would give her grief if they
found some of the Arc’s property and didn’t attempt to find out what it is. “Still, should we be messing
with something like this?”

“If you want, I’ll look. You could use some rest after the pounding you had.” Blanc said, walking past
Selene to check inside the strange device.

As soon as Blanc stepped inside the box, from within the device, mechanical tendrils reached out and
pulled the bat-faunus completely inside. Before Selene could react, the glass then shut behind her. The
catgirl gave the glass a few hard hits and found that the glass was much thicker than usual.

“Blanc!” Selene called out, forced to watch as more metal tentacles appeared from inside the device
and strapped Blanc spread-eagle with all of her limbs held. Soon Selene’s ears twitched as she heard
the clicking of gears as the device soon went to work.

Muffled by the glass, Blanc’s face curled in pleasure as more smaller tentacles came out and explored
the poor huntress’ body. The cold steel trailed along every inch of Blanc, tentacles wrapped around her
firm and petite breasts, a few curling and pulling on her hard pink nipples. Below, while none of the
tentacles entered her pussy, her legs were spread wide and gave a tentacle access to the sensitive nub,
driving Blanc even more insane.

As the machine continued to attack all of Blanc’s weak points, Selene was surprised when she heard
another noise and saw a drawer suddenly open along the device’s side. An even bigger surprise was
when the machine started printing something each, seemingly in time with each of Blanc’s orgasms.
Still confused, Selene looked away and back into the box to look at Blanc.

Suddenly the sound of gears died and the machine eventually opened. The glass door slid open and
Blanc was released from her restraints and into Selene’s arms. Right as she was going to ask if she
was ok, she stopped as soon as she saw Blanc’s breathless face, almost doing a double take as she
thought she saw little hearts in Blanc’s eyes.

*Reeling, gasping, taken over the edge…*

*Blanc’s Corruption has hit 100. Blanc’s resolve has been tested. Blanc is now...Maiden-in-love.*

“I...this...what?” Weiss was speechless, still staring at her copy of the campaign as she read what
affliction she rolled.

“What did you get?” Jaune asked.

“Nothing!” Weiss quickly said.

“Nothing huh?” Blake asked, very curious.

“Nothing that is important right now! L-Let’s just finish this so that we can wrap up the game.” Weiss
quickly said, scribbling something on her character sheet. “If you must know, you can look at my sheet
after the session.”

“Ok...” Jaune said, not knowing what made the heiress so flustered.

“Now you know why you shouldn’t touch weird things you don’t know.” Selene said, in a false motherly
tone as she pats Blanc between her fluffy bat ears.

“S-Shut...up…” Whether out of will or spite, Blanc quickly composed herself and pushed Selene away
before she walked over to see what the device actually was.

Whatever mechanism triggered the device, it didn’t work anymore as nothing happened when Blanc
experimentally took a few steps back into the box. Whatever this peculiar invention was, it was now
dead. Kicking the thing in frustration, Blanc just sighed before she looked to check what popped out of
the machine.

Taking one look left her red in the face. It was a small bundle of figures, much like all of the ones that
had been found all over the Ruins. Of course what made these ones worse was because they were all
figures of herself. Copies of the mini-Weiss with her legs spread wide, face frozen in permanent ahegao.
To her horror she saw the faces were ones of extreme pleasure. At that moment she wanted nothing
more than to shatter these figures before anyone could see them. Until a thought came to mind...
They were already delivering the other figurines to Jaune, they could be valuable or in some way
important to his family. Or perhaps, they were for a more intimate purpose? In that case, maybe he
would like ones of her rather than of random women he didn’t know. Maybe it would be smarter to hold
onto them so…

“Find something nice?”

That question nearly made Blanc jump, scrambling to grab the discarded curtain and wrapping up the
figures so that Selene could see.

“What do you mean?!” Blanc nervously asked.

“You were taking your time, so I figured it gave you a nice present.” Selene said. “Care to share?”

“No! In fact, something like this should be left to our benefactor instead.” Blanc kept the bundle close to
her chest as she walked ahead of Selene back towards their team.

Soon as they walked back, they noticed that Emerald was now on her feet. The poor huntress had an
embarrassed look on her face as she noticed Selene and Blanc approach. It seemed as though she had
recovered in the time it took them to scour the rest of the room.

“Was there anything of value?” Emerald asked.

“Maybe, but Blanc doesn’t want to show.” Selene pointed at the items Blanc was holding.

“It’s just more perverse paraphernalia. Nothing that you haven’t seen before.” Blanc lied as she
moved to pack her bundle into the bag with the rest of their treasures. “We’re good to leave, unless
anyone else wants to interrogate me?”

“I’d rather do so, in a comfy warm house and not naked.” Selene said.

“R-Right, we really should deal with the naked thing don’t we?” Emerald said as she went over to the
bag. Opening one of the pouches, she then pulled out the special tag given to them by the Head Maid.
“Think this will work on our tagalong?”

“Hopefully so, we’ll just have to stay close and hope.” Cinna said, taking the unconscious woman into
her arms. “Everyone ready?”

After a round of yes’s, Emerald activated the tag. Instantly, a white glyph appeared on the ground below
and everything in the magic circle vanished in a flash of light. Seconds later, the girls all appeared
directly outside the ruins’ entrance. The sunset nearly over as it looked like it would be night in
moments.

“If they had magic like that, why don’t they make their own search parties?” Blanc asked. “Just keep
appearing back here in case you run into a Grimm.”
As if to answer Blanc’s question, the tag soon bursts into flames causing Emerald to drop it less she
burns herself as well. The huntresses stood stunned as the smolders of the tag went out and became
ashes that blew in the wind.

“Magic like that is volatile. They don’t always work, plus it takes a lot of resources and preparations to
make these kinds of tags.” Emerald explained. “Not really something you can print en masse.”

“Whatever the reason will have to wait. It’s best we make it back to Veil before it gets too dark and the
Nocturnal Grimm wake up.” Cinna reminded the girls as she walked ahead, their rescued survivor still in
her arms. “If we can get to the path we’ll be able to flag a wagon down and arrive in no time.”

“What wagons would be around at this hour?” Blanc asked.

“Ones specifically sent by the Arc Family.” Selene answered. “They probably have escorts patrolling
around looking for us. Let’s not keep them waiting.”

“Best plan I’ve heard all day. I can’t wait to enjoy a nice bath and a comfy bed after what we’ve been
through.” Emerald admitted, at this point, not even bothered by her lack of clothing anymore.

Even while cradling a woman in her arms, Cinna still led the group. While her tail was useful as a bit of
covering around her waist, the huntress couldn’t help but slightly enjoy the feeling of walking along the
trail nude. Luckily she had enough self control to not wag her tail in excitement as she thought about
how she would look in front of a certain Arc.

Out of the rest of the girls, Blanc seemed to be the most flustered of having to do the nude walk of
victory. Her wings wrapped around her in an attempt to secure some of her decency. While
embarrassed, her thoughts were mainly on what Jaune would think when she presented the figures to
him.

Emerald herself didn't make any attempt to cover up. Likely because her hands were mostly full keeping
the pack secured as they walked. Maybe it was because her usual outfit was already very revealing, but
the huntress seemed to be very comfortable just moving around with little covering herself.

In the back was Selene, deciding to watch the back since she was still the only one with any firearm.
While she might have tried to cover herself, her tail wasn’t enough to make a cover like Cinna’s could
and she also figured she might as well not focus too much on her nudity in case they got ambushed on
the way back. She also couldn’t wait to see the look on a certain maid’s face and even Jaune’s when
they all came back, completely naked.

The group made it past the trees and made it to a road just in time to spot a horse-drawn wagon. After
the driver recognized Selene, the man was more than ok giving a ride to a group of huntresses back to
Veil. Once the wagon started moving, the huntresses each rested in their seats as they enjoyed the
comfy ride home.

“The great Ruins belong to us, and we will find whatever secrets they hold.”

*Quest Complete*
Reward: Goldx3000 (10k Diamond Relic), “Documents”x4, “Statues”x29, “Portraits”x24, Survivor
(Deery)

“You’re back. I was starting to get worried once the sun started to set.” Jaune said in relief, now
clothed in an emerald green robe as he spoke with the huntresses that had just arrived in his office.
Luckily Winter had found the robe among his Ancestors' things, so he didn’t have to move about the
estate naked while some of the maids left to secure some clothing to replace what was taken.

“We had some close calls, but... mission accomplished.” Selene gestured to the bathrobes she and the
rest of the huntresses were now wearing. The same soft white ones she was sure Carmen enjoyed her
first night here. “Those Ruins weren’t as abandoned as you might think they are.”

“Besides the usual Grimm, we saw other peculiar things. There were hybrids, half people-half Grimm
moving about the Ruins as well. We’ve also run into some cultists as well.” Cinna walked up to explain,
her robe just enough to fit her generously gifted body. “They seemed to be doing something strange
inside there as well, one of them was throwing innocent women to the Grimm much like the one we
saved.”

“That’s not anything new, but I am concerned why they chose to gather around my family’s grounds.”
Jaune thought aloud. “As for the woman, I’ve called some doctors to look her over. Abigail also agreed
to examine her, so I know she’ll be in safe hands.”

“Already so confident in your huntresses~?” Selene asked, smiling as she saw how flustered Jaune
became.

“Of course, I trust your skills and tenacity. The fact you all returned is proof of that.” Jaune admitted. “If
something had happened to you because of the mission I requested, I don’t think I could sleep at night
until you all were rescued.”

“T-That’s wonderful, but every huntress knows the dangers the job has. I r-rather you not lose sleep
over us like that.” Cinna said, trying to reassure the heir.

“I don’t think I would be able to follow that.” Jaune laughed a bit, to try and calm the mood. “It wouldn’t
feel right for me not to worry about the safety of such beautiful huntresses.”

“Beautiful…” Cinna looked away, whispering the word back to herself as her face went red.

“Well, the cultist and Grimm aside, we also found a few pieces of artefacts that must belong to your
family.” Emerald bent down, uncaring of how the ends of the robe rode up and showed a surprising
amount of her behind in front of the Arc as she pulled out all they had collected. “The gold is self
explanatory. The rest we figured you could look over and see if it benefits you in any way.”

“Of course, I’ll be sure to have them looked over.” It took a bit of self control for Jaune not to blush. Not
only from the view Emerald unknowingly gave him, but also when he saw the portraits and the figures.
“Winter might be a bit more knowledgeable than me, though what about these ones?”

Jaune’s attention was on a small wrapped bundle left on his desk. Just as he was about to unwrap
whatever it was his hands were stopped by Blanc suddenly.

“Those are more of the same. Actually…” Blanc blushed, struggling to find the right words as she slowly
unwrapped the bundle and gave Jaune a peek of what was inside.

Seeing a blush and a look of understanding, Jaune nodded his head and wrapped the bundle back up.
“I-I see. If you would like, you can take these to dispose of.”

“I just wanted to be sure you understand what this means. And they...don’t need to be tossed out.”
Blanc quickly said. Aoon she noticed her hands were still touching Jaune’s and that she was in a robe
that gave a clear window to her firm and petite chest. She quickly stood up and returned to her spot next
to the others. “Y-You can do with them as you will. They’re your responsibility now!”

“R-Right,” Jaune left the bundle alone. “These can be sorted out later. In the meantime, I’ll have maids
take you to your rooms and deliver dinner to you later. You all deserve a warm meal and a good rest
along with your reward.”

“Y-You don’t have to go that far.” Cinna said.

“I insist. Belladonna knows I have the space. You all go relax, I’ll drop off your pay to your rooms
personally once you’re settled.” Jaune said. “Feel free to think of my Manor as your home for the time
being.”

“R-Right. Thank you for having us.” Cinna quickly bowed, unconsciously exposing much of her
cleavage to the blond.

“Well it wouldn’t be right to refuse your hospitality. I’ll do as you ask and treat it as if it were mine.”
Though still sounding cold, Blanc’s words had a bit less bite as she gave a graceful curtsy, as graceful
as one could be in a short bath robe. “I’ll be seeing you later tonight then. Until then, have a good
night.”

“If you need help looking over any relics or notes, I don’t mind helping.” Emerald said, trying her best
not to tug at her barely fitting robe. “Thank you for your hospitality.” She gave Jaune a grateful look.

“We’ll leave you be then.” Selene gave Jaune a wink as she and the rest of the girls left to be escorted
to their rooms for the night.

As soon as the door closed, Jaune was able to fall back into his chair. He would forever be grateful to
his desk, the furniture helping to hide the large erection he gained from being in the room with four
attractive and nearly-naked huntresses. Taking a deep breath, Jaune was glad the meeting went well
and that none of the girls noticed his situation.

‘Dad was right. Huntresses are going to be the death of me.’

‘These girls are going to be the death of me.’ Jaune slumped tired in his seat as the session came to
an end. The blanket clenched tight around himself to try and hide the boner he got from being in a room
filled with incredibly attractive girls in cosplay.
Emerald’s new ‘virgin killer’ sweater definitely wasn’t helping him much. It took all the willpower in the
world not to openly gawk at the outfit. Much worse, when the stripping started getting intense, Blake
looked right at him as she began taking off her coat before Weiss stopped her.

‘She’s just doing this on purpose now.’

Luckily, the attention was off him as the players were doing their congratulations around the table. Even
Blake decided to turn the horny off and be a good sport as everyone surprisingly had a good time with
the game, despite all the unexpected turns and twists. At least he did a good job as Gamemaster if even
Weiss was all smiles.

“Congrats again on your first successful session Emerald.” Pyrrha shook the blushing girl’s hand in
thanks.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t I be thanking you? You got the kill at the end.” Emerald said flustered, but still
couldn’t take the smile off her face no matter how hard she tried. The game was honestly the most fun
she had since arriving at Beacon.

“It’s a team effort, I really didn’t do much.” Pyrrha said again.

“Typical Pyrrha, always so modest.” Blake patted the embarrassed girl on the back. “She’s always like
this. Always wanting to share the reward with everyone.”

“That’s not a bad thing is it?” Pyrrha asked.

“No, but now I’m interested in seeing you play a less noble character.” Blake admitted. “I should have
put an alignment system into this just to force you to play chaos for once, but it’s a missed opportunity.”

“Please, ignore her. You’ve already taken control of one person’s character.” Weiss reminded her as
she breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m just glad that adventure is over, but first...Arc!”

The shout surprised Jaune as he looked nervously at the heiress. Weiss continued to give him the
familiar stern look before it turned to an apologetic one. “I have to apologize. The theme of this game
aside… I can admit when I am wrong and say you did an excellent job as DM. Really, I couldn’t imagine
doing something like this if Blake or Brothers-forbids Ruby had to guide us the entire game.”

“J-Just doing my best, Snow Angel.” Jaune said, nervously defaulting to Weiss’ nickname. Trying not
to press his luck, he slowly got out of his chair. “Well I’m going to...quickly get dressed in the bathroom.
Blake can tell you all about the after session stuff. I’ll wait for you all to dress and do the clean up later.”

After that, Jaune quickly gathered his clothes after making sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around
his body along with his towel. As fast as he could, Jaune dived into the bathroom at speeds that would
make Ruby jealous. Closing the door behind him, the others sat for a second before they all started to
gather their clothes.

Of course, the last one to move was Blake. Unknown to Jaune, her keen eyes were able to catch things
a normal person wouldn’t be able to see. So when Jaune took off, she was the only one to catch a
glimpse of something right as the Arc shut the door.

‘Now that’s a katana.’ Blake smirked as she picked up her personal notebook to write something
down. This campaign really was the best idea she ever had.

“Since Arc is out of sight, I might as well get dressed and leave myself.” Weiss said after she got her
closed and picked a corner of the room to change. “Classes are still ongoing. I have studies I need to
finish before I sleep tonight.”

“I’ll text you about the after-session stuff Weiss. Don’t forget to do that.” Blake insisted.

“Who do you take me for, I won’t forget.” Weiss spoke, done taking off the ‘cosplay’ so that she could
dress back up in her uniform. “I don’t need you deciding anything about my character for your
amusement. I’ll have it for you before you get to the dorm.”

“I should take off too. I didn’t tell my team where I would be and they’re probably wondering where I
am.” Lucky for Emerald, her ‘cosplay’ was the easiest to take off so she was back in her uniform in no
time. “Thanks for the invite. Let me know when I can come by next time.”

“Give me your scroll number and I can send you everything.” Blake held her scroll up. “I’m sure you
wouldn’t want me to steer your character more than I already did, right?”

“R-Right. I’ll do this character thing seriously.” Emerald promised, pulling her scroll up and exchanging
numbers with the huntress. “I really have to go though. See you guys around.”

“Welcome to the club. Text me your dorm number later and I’ll have your figure sent there.” Blake
added waving to the girl.

Emerald herself gave a wave back, apologizing that she couldn’t help clean as she left the club and
walked out in Beacon’s hallway.

Now in the halls, Emerald took a deep breath and took a slow walk back towards the visiting students’
dorm. If she was stuck with that character, she’ll have to make the best of it. She reminded herself to
read through the notebook Blake gave her to plan ideas for later sessions. Making her way to the Haven
student’s housing, she gave a few distinct taps on the door before she was allowed in.

“Look what the streets dragged in. You don’t call, you don’t write. We were so worried.” Mercury said
from his bed. “Well, maybe Cinder was worried. I honestly couldn’t care where you were.”

“Hello to you too, jackass.” Emerald gave Mercury little regard as walked past him to her bed.

“What’s with the notebook? Really playing into the whole student thing?”

“That’s our cover, remember? At least one of us has to play our role while you play delinquent and
Roman’s little mascot is off doing who knows what.”
“I’m not playing anything. I’m a certified delinquent.” Mercury smirked. “I’m the definition of a bad
boy. The chicks here can’t keep their hands off me.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Emerald rolled her eyes, already tired of Mercury’s routine.

“Mercury, Emerald, enough bickering.” A voice spoke up, causing the two immediately to stop as they
watched Cinder walk out of the bathroom. “You haven't reported in awhile Emerald, I trust you return
with good news about your assignment?”

“Yes Ma'am,” Emerald straightened up, doing her best to remain serious. “I’m sorry I couldn’t report,
but I did keep track of Nikos like you ordered. I was actually invited by her and her friends into their little
club. I was able to keep watch on her the whole time.” Emerald explained. “I was even invited to come
back.”

“What club is this?” Mercury asked, causing Emerald to turn to him with a glare.

“Nothing you should be involved with.” Emerald said.

“Does that club involve what’s in your hands?” Cinder pointed out the notebook Emerald returned with.

“Y-Yes, well…” Emerald was nervous, not sure how to explain what the notebook is as she handed it to
Cinder. “Nikos, and most of her friends, are part of a Grimm and Grottoes club. It’s the rules and
everything for the game we were playi…”

“Boring!” Mercury obnoxiously said as he rolled back onto his bed. “I thought Beacon clubs would be
something spicy, not some nerd shit.”

“Which is why someone like you can’t be trusted to do it.” Emerald said to Mercury with a scoff before
she composed herself and turned back to Cinder. “Sorry Ma’am, this game obviously isn’t worth your
time.

“Interesting.” Cinder said, shocking Emerald and Mercury both as she started reading through the
notebook. “And who decided to make this G&G campaign?”

“The Belladonna girl. Taurus’ ex, Ma’am.” Emerald answered, not sure of what to think. “She...talked
about it a bit, when she invited me over with Nikos. She said something about an... Ember Autumn.” A
part of her wanted to sink into the floor. Why was she wasting Cinder’s time with something like this?
She wouldn’t care about something like…

“Ember Autumn, I see.” Cinder smiled, spotting the same words in the notebook. She then closed it
before handing it back to Emerald. ”You did a good job Emerald. I couldn’t ask for better results.”

“Thank you! I mean...of course, Ma’am.” Emerald reigned her enthusiasm in. Surprised at the reaction
Cinder gave her.

“However,” And just like that, Cinder cut Emerald’s excitement short as she pointed at the notebook.
“According to that game, you wouldn’t always have opportunities to play with Nikos.”
“Yes, they’re doing some rotating roster.” Emerald said, remembering that detail Blake told her.

“Then it would be inefficient if you were the only one in the club. If more of us joined, that increases our
odds of being with Nikos. More chances to learn about her and her weaknesses.” Calculative as always,
Cinder thought aloud. The plans were already forming in her head.

“Don’t tell me you want me in this garbage.” Mercury turned back, an annoyed look on his face.

“No, you can’t be trusted with a mission this delicate Mercury.” Cinder waved the boy’s worries aside.
“I will simply have to join the club myself.

“You’re going to join?” Emerald said in surprise. A part of her should stop Cinder, knowing about all the
things she would have to do. Of course, while the angel Emerald whispered reasons why she should
veto the idea, the devil Emerald was already screaming about how great an opportunity this was. Cinder,
beautiful and sexy Cinder, in skimpy and revealing cosplays. Maybe even more if Blake got away with
her stripping idea! The two of them, possibly naked in the room together.

Oh and everyone else, but more importantly HER AND CINDER...NAKED!!!

Emerald’s face went bright red, but she simply nodded her head. “I’ll ask for a spare notebook and tell
Blake that you’re interested in joining Ma’am.”

“Please do, Emerald.” Cinder then walked to sit on her bed, her scroll out as she continued to make
plans.

Thus, the room continued in silence. Emerald was over the moon as she texted the message to Blake.
Mercury himself continued to lie bored in his bed, uncaring of all the G&G nonsense since it no longer
involved him. The two would continue to do this for the rest of the night, unaware of the true plans of
their boss.

‘To think, someone would take my ideas and make their own version. I HAVE to check this out.’ Cinder
expertly held a small grin, but inside she might as well be smiling and giggling like a civilian school girl.
‘We have time before the operation. I might as well have some fun myself.’

As the day ended, two people couldn’t wait for the next G&G game invitation. An eager Emerald and an
even more eager Cinder.

Okay, so, this did, in fact, take a while. We had to roll for all of this stuff happening, of course, but there
was also a lot of time spent editing it up to look nicer, and deciding on stats for the Hybrids and Cultists
and the like. We also had to debate if we were going to kill said cultists or not. As you can see, we
decided to merk the Cultists at the end. I also had to get a few second opinions on how character loss
would work, because Emerald's character nearly rode the Tail Cock Express all the way to a breaking
point. At the end though, not only did she live, she didn't even get preggers. Heck, nobody playable did
even. Anyway, I'll list some notable rolls now.

Pyrrha was MVP, as noted in story. Her last roll to kill the Manticore was a Nat100, otherwise Emerald
 was almost certain to break the 200 point limit on Corruption.

Speaking of Emerald, her character is literally at 199 corruption after this chapter. In fact, she only lived
because the Author told me to flip a coin to see if she 'lived' or not. Luck was on her side, however, as
she did not lose herself to Grimm Goo.

Weiss got screwed. Literally and fiugratively. Her rolls were average at best, but when the dice got spicy,
Weiss was often the Target. Like at the end, the treasure in the Manticore nest got a 69, and the coin
decided it was negative for her, so her corruption broke 100 as well. Granted, she got a 'positive' quirk
from it, but it was kinda a kick in the teeth.

Blake is a Degenerate. Both of us laughed when she got the Corruption Quirk that turned her into a
Romantic. Of course, with her other quirks, her idea of a 'Romantic Date' probably involves a collar and
hair pulling at the end of it. Still, at Crital Success is a Crit Success, even for Blake.

With that done, I'll see about pestering the Author for more Interlewds in a timely manner. And, slight
spoiler, Pyrrha does not get what she wants from the Corruption Heals. Curse you dice! Signed -
Roanes.

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