Archive of Our Own

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A ruin of a fallen world could be seen at dawn. Fire, blood, and destruction were all that remained of the ancient four kingdoms. A battle for survival that resulted in mutual destruction between enemies and allies.

And among these, only two beings still stood on this battlefield.

A rusty knight, bathed in the blood of friends and enemies. Carrying burdens heavier than those he sought. His dream of being a "hero" was now just the childish delusions of a child. There was no "justice" in it, no glorious legend, only extinguished and empty blue eyes.

This was Jaune Arc.

Just an epic of tragedy and pain.

The other before him, fallen on the ground, was a being one could doubt had ever been human. A woman with skin as white as wax and covered in black veins, ruby ​​eyes stared with resigned resentment at the man before her.  The dazzling beauty she once possessed was now overshadowed by the horror of an immortal witch. Salem.

This was the end for both of them, their final battle.

"End it once and for all…Jaune."

A voice echoed in the knight's mind, echoes of what was once a wise mage, but who was now merely a remnant of bygone eras, sunk under the weight of his mistakes.

With heavy steps, the man, as mentioned, approached the fallen body of the Witch. And with both hands, he raised his sword, pointing directly at its core—her heart.

“This is the end, Salem…for both of us…”

There was no anger, no joy, no resentment in his voice. Only the emptiness of acceptance. Everything had already been destroyed, any kind of memories were lost. All the women he had once loved, he had to bury. There was nothing left to hold onto resentment.

“Come. Knight.”

With a silent smile, the Witch gave up trying to resist; she, who had lived countless millennia, was as weary as the mage. Death was nothing more than a yearning at this point. That is why she opened her arms and embraced her like an old friend.  And with a sound of flesh being torn, her chest was pierced by the blade. And the light in the Grimm Queen's eyes went out, and her pale body fell.

Releasing the sword's hilt, Jaune watched the last living being in the world succumb. His eyes lingered on her fallen form.

It wasn't the first time he had killed someone who sought death or the end. But it was always melancholic.

“Ah… it's over…it's all over…Ozma…”

Muttering to the voice that had fallen silent in his mind, Jaune allowed himself to fall to his knees on the ground, feeling as defeated as his enemy.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he should also end his life with his trusty blade, but his planned suicide was thwarted by two lights that appeared before him.

One so golden it shone like the sun.

And one as dark as night.

They were the twin gods of light and darkness.

The instigators and those who lit the fuse of war.

“Well, dear brother, it seems they haven’t learned their lesson,” said the being of darkness.

“But we can guide them again. This time better, the world has been swept away, we have a framework for it,” replied the being of light.

“This time, brother, no tricks.”

Both seemed to be in their own world, ignoring the living man, the last human, at their feet. At least until the god of light recognized him.

 “Well! And look, brother, the last of the righteous is still standing. I think if that’s the case, I’ve won.”

“That’s truly a surprise. He’s stayed alive all this time? I believe a reward would be fitting, what do you think, brother?” The god of darkness questioned, even without a face, it was possible to detect the humor in his voice.

“I believe so, brother.” Equally noted in the being of light. “Perhaps~ a new world, one where he can live in peace! We have many of those under our command.”

Faced with his twin’s words, the Being of Darkness nodded before turning to the man who was trying to ignore them.

“What do you think, Human, Jaune Arc?”

Jaune Arc remained silent.

His fallen body still embedded in the blood-soaked earth, the cold wind cutting through his rusty armor. The blue eyes, once full of dreams, now merely reflected the two entities before him—not with reverence, nor fear… only with resignation.

A new world.

Peace.

Reward.

Empty words.

He let out a hoarse, short laugh, almost a choke.

“Peace…?” His voice came out low, broken, as if each syllable had been forcibly ripped away. “You… speak of peace… after all this?”

With effort, Jaune stood. His body protested, muscles torn, bones cracked, his aura nonexistent. Still, he stood—not like a hero… but like what was left of a man.

“You call this a lesson?” he continued, his eyes finally lifting to meet the gods. “Kingdoms burned. Children dead. Friends buried one by one. Lovers taking each other’s lives… until there’s no one left to mourn.”

The golden light of the God of Light flickered slightly, like a flame touched by the wind.

The darkness of the God of Darkness seemed to thicken, interested.

 “All of this,” Jaune opened his arms, indicating the dead world around him, “was you.”

For a brief moment, silence stretched.

“Watch your words, human,” warned the God of Light, still serene, but now firm. “You stand before your creators.”

“Creators?” Jaune repeated, with a bitter, almost laugh-out-loud laugh. “No. Creators don’t abandon what they do. You just… left and left us without knowing how to fix the mess you made.”

He closed his trembling hand around the hilt of the sword embedded in Salem’s body.

“You want to give me a new world?” His eyes narrowed. “A new chessboard.”

The God of Darkness leaned slightly forward, curious.

“And if so?” he asked, amused. “Would you refuse to live again?”

 Jaune took a deep breath.

The faces of the women he had loved over the decades flashed through his mind:

Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Penny… Pyrrha… so many others… crossed his mind like ghosts that would never leave him.

“I don’t want any more blood on my hands,” he finally said. “Nor to cause the death of others I love.”

He dropped his sword. Salem’s body remained motionless, finally just a corpse.

“If I accept,” he continued, facing both gods, “it won’t be as a plaything. Nor as a hero. Nor as your damned champion.”

Light and darkness seemed to react together.

“Then how?” they questioned, almost in unison.

Jaune Arc raised his chin, remembering a certain joke a bombshell blonde had told him, which brought a smile to his face.

“I think I’d make a great farmer.”

And at this moment, in another world, another life, a certain alternate Jaune Arc, a mere farmer in an abnormal world, had his soul fused and his mind reformed by Ancient Gods. Thus giving life to a new Jaune.

And like a baby's cry for its new life, Jaune gave its first cry of awakening—

“I ENDED UP IN A WORLD OF MONSTER GIRLS???”

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• LEIAM AS NOTAS INICIAIS E FINAIS☆

“—Guh!”

A grunt of exertion echoed as boxes were unloaded onto the ground, coming from a new shipment to the farm.

Normally, a group of workers would be doing this, but this farm was quite solitary—after all, there was only one “man” living here. Besides, these loads were basically just reserves, and he had plenty of free time, so it wasn’t a problem for Jaune to unload them himself.

“Phew!” Sighing, Jaune wiped the sweat from his forehead. “And with that, that’s everything… I think.” he murmured while looking over what he had already unloaded. It was a considerable amount when taking the weight into account, but Jaune was a strong young man with a large body to match, so nothing seemed off.

After clapping his hands to clean off the remaining dust, he organized the last of the boxes and finally allowed himself to leave the large barn. Reaching the exit at last, after grabbing his bag that rested near the door atop a crate, the sight that greeted him was… one that many would consider breathtaking.

An open field beneath a clear blue sky. Flowers, calm wildlife, and pastures all evoked the idea of “peace.” It was the kind of scenery that would make anyone tired of city life weep upon seeing it.

Still, the land was far too large for a single person, and expensive to maintain.

Even so, it was already a common sight for Jaune. After all, these were the “ARC Farms,” vast stretches of land controlled by his family, usually used for field labor and agricultural production. It was his family’s legacy in this world. Since there had never been Grimms here, his family had been able to live and prosper in the countryside.

A life of peace.

Exactly what Jaune had wished for a few months ago—and what he was still maintaining under his care since the “accident” that sent him here.

“...” His mouth closed into a straight line as he remembered that. It had taken time to get used to sleeping peacefully again, without fearing waking up to Grimms biting his foot or tearing through his tent.

“But enough of that! I asked for a peaceful life and a peaceful world! And that’s how I’m going to live!”

Soon, he simply shook his head and continued walking along the pasture fences, letting himself admire how well everything was still being cared for, while his thoughts wandered.

However, his peaceful life had already encountered trouble in the first days after he transmigrated to this new world—trouble he knew very well:

“JAUNE! JAUNE! OVER HERE!”

A distinct voice snapped his attention back to reality, and he couldn’t say he was surprised by who he saw.

Running toward the fence line at high speed, bouncing with every step, was one of the infamous “Monster Girls” of this world—and strangely enough, his childhood friend in this reality.

“Hey, Ruby.” He greeted his friend, smiling lightly at her excitement, stopping in front of the fence and waiting for her. She soon reached him, hopping against the relatively short fence—only reaching about half her torso, even though she was much shorter than him.

Looking at the cheerful, bouncing girl, he felt warmth bloom inside his chest. Since Penny’s death by his own hands, Ruby had grown increasingly melancholic, something that exploded during the war against Salem. The sweet Reaper he knew had become a bitter girl, carrying the weight of everyone’s deaths on her shoulders. They had become far too similar. Maybe that was why they ended up in a relationship.

And maybe that was why she ended up…

“—Aune?”

“Huh? Oh! Sorry, Ruby, I got a little distracted.”

He shook his head, dispelling those melancholic memories. It had been months, and he was trying to enjoy his new life—and seeing this joyful, childish side of Ruby, from when they were happy, helped a lot.

“Hmph!” She puffed out her cheeks, blushing as he laughed at her cute expression, but soon changed when he gestured for her to continue.

As he listened to her, he noticed her new “form.” In this world, somehow, millennia ago, a change had occurred that caused 40% of humanity to become monster girls. Since then, they had become a recurring part of life in Remnant. Of course, there had been wars and much conflict, but currently, peace reigned—mainly because, for some reason, Monster Girls seemed to have an almost genetic desire to bond with humanity, forming friendly and loving relationships with them.¹

Normally, a Monster Girl would have already attacked him to claim him as a “husband,” but thanks to this area being rich in “mamono”², they could remain stable enough to avoid falling into Savagery.

The transition from the revolutionary “Leader of Team RWBY and RNJR” to a Holstaur—a cow-woman known for her gentle and sometimes excessively affectionate nature—was still something that short-circuited Jaune’s brain.

In the old world, Ruby was the “Heroine” he had come to admire during the war. But that woman consumed by the burden of battle was gone, and here, she was… an adorable Monster Girl! Curvy, with a pair of small horns and a golden bell that chimed softly around her neck.

“Jaune! Are you listening to me?” Ruby tilted her head, the bell letting out an audible cling. She rested her slender but strong arms atop the fence, making the wood creak slightly.

“I said Yang is coming, and she expects the ‘Great Farmer Arc’ to have the best sour apples in the region for her.”

Jaune blinked, forcing himself back to the present. The name “Yang” still caused a pang in his chest—a ghostly reflex from seeing Yang’s arm torn off and remembering watching one of his greatest romances fall while defending Mistral. But here? Yang was another Holstaur who had grown up alongside them, more like an older sister to him and Ruby.

“Apples… sure,” Jaune said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, but was enough for Ruby. “The apple trees are loaded. I’ll pick out the best ones.”

“Great!” Ruby hopped, her short tail with its fluffy tip wagging frantically. Suddenly, her expression changed. That childish innocence gave way to something more… instinctual. Something the Monster Girl manual labeled as ‘DANGEROUS.’ “But you know, Jaune… I ran all the way here. And the sun is really hot today…”

She pressed herself against the fence, her cow-patterned top barely containing her new physiology. Jaune felt cold sweat run down his spine. He knew what was coming. In this world, a Monster Girl’s affection was just as dangerous as a Grimm!

“Ruby, I still need to finish organizing the stock and—”

“Just a little!” She reached out, grabbing his wrist. Her strength was surprising—a reminder that despite her sweet appearance, she was still a creature of immense power. “You look so tired, Jaune. Always working alone, even when you don’t need to anymore. Let me take care of you a bit? Holstaurs are really good at that, you know?”

Her voice lowered, becoming something between a friendly whisper and the purr of a predator that had already caught its prey. Jaune looked at her hands—no battle calluses, no scars. Just soft skin. Something he had missed in her. Something he would ruin if he touched it.

It was a trap.

One he desperately wanted to accept, but that his knight’s soul—still coated in rust—feared. If he gave in to that sweetness, what would remain of the man who had sworn never to forget the dead? Jaune feared he might taint Ruby. His dear, sweet Ruby.

“Ruby… you know I can’t… we can’t,” he murmured, his voice faltering.

Ruby paused for a moment, her ruby eyes shining with a gentleness that shouldn’t belong to that playful creature. She released his wrist, only to slide her hand up to his cheek, stroking the light beard he had let grow.

“I know,” she said softly, the bell at her neck falling silent. “I don’t know what happened during those months you isolated yourself— not even Yang could get anything out of you… but… let us help you carry that burden. That’s what wives are for, right?”

Jaune froze. “Wives?”

Ruby let out a mischievous giggle, the heavy atmosphere evaporating instantly as she returned to her usual energetic self.

“By Vale’s Interspecies Marriage Law~ if you accept my milk and my pampering for more than a week, the marriage contract is automatic! You didn’t read the pamphlet Mayor Ozpin gave you?”

Jaune felt his face heat up. Ozpin. Even in this world, that man continued moving pieces so Jaune would never have a single moment of complete peace.

“THAT DAMN OLD MAN!” Jaune shouted at the sky, though there was a faint hint of laughter in his voice for the first time in years.

“Hihihi,” Ruby’s cute giggles echoed across the pasture—something that caressed his soul with a euphoria far too dangerous for him.

Ah—he remembered how much he had missed that.

“Hey, sis~ Did some gYang~tic problem happen around here?”

“That was awful, Yang.”

Hearing her sister arrive by the bell chiming at her neck, Ruby grumbled as Jaune opened his eyes wide upon seeing the other, older and more voluptuous Holstaur of the two. Yang Xiao-Long. Just as vibrant as ever.

Despite Holstaur clothing doing nothing to help Jaune not imagine perversions—especially with Yang’s “ample” size.

Yang Xiao-Long stopped a few meters from the fence, arms crossed beneath her generous bust, a wide smile stamped across her sun-kissed face. Her horns were slightly larger than Ruby’s, the bell at her neck deeper in tone—matching her dominant presence.

“Wow…” she whistled softly. “Every time I come here I forget how… big you’ve gotten, Jaune.”

Jaune swallowed hard.

“Yang.” He nodded, trying to keep his eyes on her face. He failed miserably for half a second before correcting himself. “Good to see you.”

“Hmm~ so formal,” she teased, approaching the fence and resting her elbows on it, making the wood creak even more than it had with Ruby. “You used to call me ‘Sis Yang,’ remember?”

Ruby huffed. “Hey! Stop teasing him as soon as you arrive!”

“Teasing?” Yang feigned innocence. “I’m just… inspecting the merchandise.”

Jaune rubbed his face, feeling the heat rise again.

“Did you two come just to torture me, or do you want the apples?”

Yang laughed loudly, a warm, carefree sound—so different from the laughter he remembered echoing across ash-covered battlefields.

“Relax, farmer,” she said. “We came for the apples and for you. The whole village’s been talking about how much you’ve been hiding.”

Ruby nodded, quieter now, eyes focused on him.

“You barely show up to the parties anymore… not even the harvest festivals.”

The silence stretched for a few seconds before Jaune sighed deeply.

“Okay, okay, you win. I’ll let you visit me more often.”

“YES!”

“Yaaaaang!”

“Accept it, I won, sis~”

Watching the sisters bicker amicably, Jaune smiled faintly.

He missed this.

Maybe he really should try to be happier in this world.

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Later, Jaune was at his house on his land.

Jaune’s house sat on a small elevation ahead of the pastures where his girls liked to rest. Like almost everything bearing the Arc name: strong wood, straight and sturdy lines, functionality over beauty. It wasn’t small by any means—it could even serve as a motel for traveling groups—but it held the lonely emptiness of someone who lived alone—isolated. Some would call it solitude; he called it necessary silence after everything.

Even so, it was oppressive in its own way. Jaune had been trying to adapt to his current life, and he thought he had done fairly well. Well, at least his personal life—his social and family life was still… strange, but nothing that triggered him. Everyone was fine, and that was enough for him.

“Ah. Well,” he sighed, stretching as he stood up from the table covered in bills and farm expenses. “The life of a farmer is relaxing… sure, when you forget about the manual labor and tending the crops, but compared to a war, how hard could it be—”

Jaune’s words were cut short by a loud crash outside his house! Something that reactivated his fight-or-flight instincts—

“Shit shit shit!”

The retired knight quickly rushed outside with the first weapon he could find nearby—a broom?

“Whoever you are—I’m armed and I’m not afraid to use it!”

Shouting in a deep voice, trying to sound intimidating, Jaune reached his porch, where he had a clear view of where the noise had come from. But what he saw surprised him even more.

“Impossible—H-HOW?” Jaune murmured in shock at the sight before him. Someone he thought he would never see again. After all, there were no “Huntsmen and Huntresses” in this world, and the last war or disaster had been centuries ago! But apparently, the world and fate liked to mess with him, because right there, standing before him, was a comrade he had buried—one he still regretted losing—one of his girlf—

“I AM THE BULL QUEEN—NORAAAAAA!”

“Damn it.”

A Monster Girl Nora. A Minotaur.

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If better options arise for some, I'm willing to hear their opinions! But some are already set! 

 Penny: Automaton

Nora: Minotaur

Ruby: Holstaur

Yang: Holstaur

Neopolitan: Cheshire

Velvet: March Hare

Blake: Anubis

Kali: Pharaoh

Cinder: Demon (subject to change)

Emerald: Not yet chosen

Pirra: Surprise

Summer Rose: Dullahan

Raven: Nurarihyon (subject to change)

Vernal: High Orc (subject to change)

Coco: Satyr

Willow: Banshee

Weiss: Licht

Winter: Jiangshi (subject to change)

Ren: Alp (subject to change) Changes

May Zedong: Cupid (subject to change)

Amber: Chimera (subject to change)

Arslan: Hellhound

Sienna Khan: Sphinx

Glynda: Dark Mage

Salem: Lilim (subject to change)

Harriet: Not chosen

Elm: Abaddon (subject to change)

Ciel: not Chosen

Malachite Twins: Fairies((subject to change)

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For those wondering why I haven't released Chapter 3 yet, even though it's ready, the reason is that deciding on the direction and ending of this chapter was VERY difficult. I've already written 3 versions of it and I'm undecided on which one to follow, which are: 

1. The completely Lemon version (with female domination) 
2. A versão sem lemon(Focando mais no desenvolvimento de Jaune e as meninas)
3. The normal version with lemon only at the end (A mix of the previous 2) 

So, I wanted to ask you, which of these 3 versions do you prefer? I prefer the 2nd or 3rd version, but I'll leave it up to you! And the "Kinks" and extras will always be in the Notes! So always read them!

Once the chapter is released, it will disappear. 

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“Impossible—H-HOW?” Jaune murmured in shock at the sight before him. Someone he thought he’d never see again—after all, there were no “Huntsmen and Huntresses” in this world, and the last war or disaster was centuries ago! But apparently, the world and fate liked to mess with him, because there, right in front of him, was a companion he had buried, one he still regretted losing, one of his girlf—

“I AM QUEEN BULL—NORAAAAAA”

“Damn it.”

A Monster Girl Nora, A Minotaur

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Jaune was trembling and pale. For there before him stood none other than one of his fallen companions. One he thought he would never see again; after all, without Grimm, they would never have lost their homeland, nor would they have been forced to become hunters… so why was he seeing Nora???

Before him, a completely different Nora, yet at the same time, totally the same, was terrifying!

Nora now boasted a height large enough to almost reach Jaune's full height, and he is tall for a normal man!

She still sported her characteristic flaming orange hair and cheerful eyes, but this time she was transformed into a Taurus-Minotaur woman of this world.

She possessed a body that would rival the voluptuous Holstaur Yang! With large, voluminous breasts that seemed enormous even from afar, slender arms but clearly with muscles on display, and an enviable abdomen. But what was striking were two bestial features, as she now sported prominent horns atop her head, her underside was broad and thick, but covered in vibrant orange fur that ended in hooves that replaced her feet, and a tail that wagged excitedly.

In the end, Nora remained a fearsome brute force! She now seemed to have noticed him and stared at him the same way she had stared at Grimms in the past, while gripping the terrifying axe in her hands.

Like prey.

“YOU!” Noticing him, the Great Minotaur pointed at him with her enormous axe. “Knight! You will be my companion! Surrender your essence to me! NOW!”

She punctuated her order by striking the grassy ground with the axe, which opened a crater and crack in the earth. Which was enough to frighten Jaune.

H-how? There shouldn't be AURA in this world! Did I underestimate the strength of the Monster Girls?

But while Jaune was lost in thought, a large figure suddenly appeared above him and landed with a thunderous— BOOM!

Where she landed with one hand open to grab, Nora roared in victory, “Gotcha! Now let’s mate—Huh?!”

But her “victory” was a mere illusion, for where a defeated male body should have been, there was only a broken broom.

“Wow—It seems her strength remains monstrous.” Jaune, who leaped instinctively as soon as he sensed negative intentions—an instinct honed in war—narrowly escaped being crushed by her body and landed safely a few meters away.

“CHEAT! NORA WILL DEFEAT YOU!”

“Damn it, Nora,” Jaune murmured in resignation at the accusatory shout. He had lived long enough to know how stubborn Nora could be, and she hated losing even more.

Straightening his posture, with sharp eyes, Jaune saw only one way to get out of there without becoming a puppet of the Minotaur:

“Very well, if you defeat me, I will surrender, but if you fail, you will calm down, what do you think?”

Jaune proposed as he watched Nora's massive body approaching menacingly. And her response was—

“I refuse!”

Simple and direct, which drew a sigh from Jaune. And again the massive body, belying his speed, appeared before him with outstretched hands.

However—

“I'm sorry, Nora—”

With a flick of his wrist, he deflected Nora's attack using his own strength and speed, which propelled her towards the ground, causing her to fall face-first onto the ground. A technique learned in war, unarmed combat!

“—I won't hurt you, but I won't fight you.”

And he was being honest; he didn't want to resort to violence against one of his beloveds, especially since she was innocent—or almost so—in this world.

But that wasn't enough to take down one of the physically strongest M.G. races, he knew that well. What was proven by her rising with a wave of steam escaping from her nostrils was evidence that her patience was running out.

And soon the “Nora-taurus” stood fully upright.

The earth beneath her hooves cracked with the simple act of standing, and the hot steam escaping from her nostrils seemed to distort the surrounding air. Nora's arm muscles contracted, and the axe in her hand spun slowly, as if it were a natural extension of her body.

Her eyes were shining.

Not with hatred, but with excitement!

“You… are strong,” she growled, her smile too wide to be mere joy. “Clever Jaune, Tough Macho!” she murmured to herself before declaring aloud, “That makes everything better.”

“No—it doesn’t,” Jaune replied, already feeling that old weight pressing against his chest. He kept his stance low, feet firmly on the ground, hands open.

But ignoring her words—she lunged forward again.

Too fast for her size.

Jaune rolled to the side at the last instant, feeling the wind of the axe cut through the air where his head had been. The next impact opened another crater in the carefully tended lawn—something inside him wept for the lost crop.

He quickly tried to destabilize her weight with a kick to the heel, however—

*THUMP!*

With a resounding sound, Jaune felt his foot almost crack as it made contact with Nora’s muscles.

If he remembers correctly, the Minotaurs were terrible fighters, but they had a natural instinct for fighting with axes, so—

“Grrr!”

“What—”

While trying once again to dodge the axe coming from above, in a move that surprised him, Nora managed to use her strength and weight to increase the speed of her attack. Even while dodging, the imbalance caused by the tremors in the ground allowed her to free one hand to grab his shirt and throw him. The result—

“GUH—AAAH!”

Jaune was thrown like a rag doll onto the grass beside him, leaving marks in the dirt and getting covered in grass and mud in the process.

Great. Diplomacy failed.

Jaune dodged again as Nora advanced, this time lowering his body and using his own weight to slide between the Minotaur's legs. He slapped her muscular flank to gain momentum and rolled away, standing up immediately afterward.

“—How about a stalemate—”

In just an instant, Nora's hands were in front of him, ready to grab Jaune—and that's when something, or rather, someone saved him!

“—That's enough, Nora!”

There, in front of him and with its back to Jaune, was a being that resembled a human, yet possessed the characteristics of a "Monster."

Two black bat wings extended from the lower part of its back, and a long, heart-shaped tail and horns adorned its jet-black hair.

Judging by its appearance, and if the description in his memory is correct, this would be a—Succubus?

"Huh? BUT RENNY!" the Minotaur groaned in disagreement with the small Monster in front of him, who stood defending Jaune.

"Enough, Nora! You're scaring him!" The little Demon roared as he glared at the large Minotaur, who seemed to be losing her earlier fury and calming down.

"Humph!" she grunted, puffing out her cheeks. Whatever it was, the Minotaur had calmed down in the presence of little M.G.

Faced with this, Jaune could only finally sigh in relief knowing that it was all over. But when the small being turned to Jaune—

“–R-Ren?” Jaune stammered, for there before him stood his best male friend.

Lie Ren. Even though he now sported a slimmer, androgynous form, with wings, horns, and a demon tail, he would recognize his friend in any form he possessed.

However—

“Hmm? D-Do we know each other, sir?”

The little devil questioned him, his feminine face contorting in confusion and his eyes staring at him like a stranger. It was this question that stung Jaune's heart and reminded him that he was just a stranger to them in this world.

“I-I…no, I…” he tried to speak again, but the words seemed to want to tear his throat apart, the pain of being a mere ghost was like a nail. “I just think I confused you with someone else…”

He whispered almost inaudibly.

“Renny~ we can get his essence right away~ we can trap him and make him our husband easily~”

Like a child, the Great Minotaur kicked the ground in a tantrum. Reminding Jaune of her dangerous presence!

He was lucky that even in another world Rem could calm the storm that was Nora.

“No, Nora!” he reprimanded, before turning his attention back to Jaune. "Sir, excuse the inconvenience, my…sister…is very impulsive and loses control when she's around men, so if that's not a problem, we're leaving—"

With a farewell, Ren began to float with his wings toward the Minotaur sitting on the lawn. But impulsively, without thinking, Jaune interrupted his departure:

“Wait! You…” he saw them both turn and fix their eyes on him, and he took a deep breath for a moment. “Would you like to spend the night here? My house is large, I think it can accommodate a few more people…”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Ren’s wings flapped once, suspending him slightly in the air as he analyzed Jaune more closely. Nora, on the other hand, abruptly raised her head, her eyes shining again—but now with curiosity.

“Spend… the night?” Ren repeated cautiously.

Jaune kept his hands visible, his posture relaxed. No aura. No sword. No hostility.

“No ulterior motives,” he added quickly, casting a meaningful glance at Nora. “You seem to be traveling. And… this region isn’t as safe as it seems.”

That wasn't entirely a lie.

Since awakening in that world, Jaune had learned that Grimm's absence didn't mean the absence of danger. There were wild monsters, hostile tribes that even the Monster Girls couldn't tolerate.

Ren landed softly on the ground, his heart-shaped tail swaying thoughtfully behind him.

“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked suddenly.

Jaune blinked.

“Afraid?”

“You saw us. You know what we are.” Ren’s eyes were sharp now, analyzing his every expression. “And yet you invite us into your home.”

Jaune forced a small smile.

“I’ve fought alongside scarier people.” And he wasn’t kidding, he still had nightmares about that damned Cat and that Grimm hunting dog from Salem.

Nora grinned widely.

“He’s complimenting me!”

“It wasn’t exactly—” Jaune began, but gave up.

Ren continued watching him for a few more seconds… and then sighed.

“Alright. We’ll accept. But only tonight.”

“RENNY!” Nora jumped to her feet with a slight tremor in the ground. “So we can take his essence later?”

“No.” Ren answered automatically.

Jaune cleared his throat.

“There are rules in my house.”

Nora tilted her head.

“Rules?”

“Yes.” He crossed his arms. “No breaking furniture. No craters in the garden. And absolutely no… grabbing the host without permission.”

Nora puffed out her cheeks again.

“What a boring house…”

“Agreed, Nora.” Ren murmured.

The Minotaur snorted hot steam, but eventually nodded.

The walk to the house was strangely silent.

Jaune walked ahead, feeling the two behind him. The sound of Nora's hooves against the earth was heavy, constant. The light beating of Ren's wings was almost comforting—familiar.

He didn't dare look back too much.

His heart still ached.

They were there. Alive. Breathing. Talking.

But they weren't his Nora and Ren.

When they arrived, Nora stopped in front of the large wooden structure, something she had previously ignored in favor of the male in front of her.

“It’s big…” she murmured, impressed.

“Do you live alone?” Ren asked.

“Yes.”

The answer came out too simply.

Ren seemed to notice something there, but didn’t comment.

Jaune opened the door and made an inviting gesture.

“Come in.”

Nora went first. She had to duck slightly to get through the door, her horns almost scraping the frame.

“It smells like bread!” she declared excitedly.

“I had baked some to eat before… I was attacked.” 

“Hey!”

Ren put his hand to his forehead.

Jaune closed the door behind them and took a deep breath.

It’s okay. He could handle this; he’d lived with the two of them for decades.

Minutes later, Nora was sitting—or rather, occupying half the rug—devouring three loaves of bread at once. Ren, much more restrained, held a teacup with unexpected elegance.

Jaune watched the two from the kitchen.

It was surreal.

Nora laughed loudly at something Ren was muttering. Her tail swung from side to side, occasionally knocking over an object or item in the house.

“Sorry,” she said without seeming the least bit remorseful, a smile on her face.

Jaune leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

He should keep his distance. Not get involved; they weren’t his Ren and Nora, nor should they be meeting him. But when Nora tried to take the fourth loaf of bread and Ren lightly slapped her hand—

“You’re going to get sick.” —Something inside Jaune almost broke.

It was the same. So similar that it hurt to think he would have to leave them again. Just like he did…

“Mr. Jaune?” Ren called suddenly.

He looked up.

“Yes?”

“Why are you really helping us?”

Direct. Always direct. This was Ren, even in another world, he could be accusatory and at the same time like a serene lake. It was just Ren being…Ren…and as always, Jaune was silent for a few seconds.

“Because…you remind me of important people. People I…liked very much in the…past…”

Nora stopped chewing.

Ren tilted his head slightly.

“People you lost?”

The question was gentle. But it struck like a blade to his heart and Jaune took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

Silence settled again, this time, different.

Ah…great…I ruined the mood…again. Nora was the first to break it.

“So…” she said, wiping crumbs from her mouth. “If we’re anything like those people… were they strong?”

Jaune smiled.

“Ridiculously strong. Much more than me."

“Great!” she grinned widely. “Then me too!”

Ren watched Jaune intently. And for the first time since they met in that world, something changed in his gaze; it wasn't distrust, it was… curiosity, maybe even a hint of something else.

“We'll only bother you tonight,” Ren finally said. “We'll leave early tomorrow.”

Jaune nodded.

But something told him that this wouldn't be the last time their paths crossed.

And, as he watched the energetic Minotaur and the disciplined little succubus arguing over who would get the last loaf of bread—

He realized something dangerous.

Maybe the gods weren't just mocking him. Maybe they were giving him a second chance.

And this time—

He wouldn't let anyone die…

No one he loved… 

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Ironically, after such a hectic night, it was the first time in a long time that Jaune had slept calmly and serenely, without nightmares.

He dreamed of his days in Beacon. Nora arguing with Yang about food, Weiss talking about chores, and Ruby grumbling about "being boring," Blake reading his books while pretending to listen to The Others. Ren giving him a restrained smile and his partner…her…

Everything was perfect, he was happy, and Beacon was standing, everything was good.

No wars or life-or-death struggles to worry about. This was his ideal world, peace, tranquility, and having everyone he had ever loved with him.

Maybe…it was this warm feeling he missed…

Even the warmth in his groin was cozy and wet, strangely pleasurable—

Wait…warmth in his groin?...wet…tight…

where had he felt this before?...

…

……

WAIT!!!

Immediately, Jaune opened his eyes in the darkness of his room, blinking to try and ward off sleep and adjust to the dark. He quickly lifted his sheet, and what he saw was—

Slurp~ghu~

Pale lips pressed against his groin, sucking his "little friend" as if their lives depended on it—

And when he finally removed the sheet—

"Hmm~Slurp~" the obscene sound of lips sucking his member seemed to completely fill his ears, but what shocked Jaune was the sight of who was there.

Releasing his rigid member with a loud "pop" and in the process a deep groan from Jaune, it was that person he never imagined capable of this—

“Sorry Jaune~ I tried but—You smell sooooo good~ that I couldn’t resist~”

“R-Ren!”

There, in front of him, was Ren! In all his succubus glory. His body was completely stripped of his clothes, which allowed Jaune to see the small swelling that formed breasts on his chest, and finally see the main difference in his friend in this world~

“Y-you’re a girl!”

“Hmm~ yes~ please don’t let me down, Master~”

There, the secret place where Ren was shamelessly sticking his fingers was nothing more than a small pink slit, which seemed to drool like a waterfall.

Ren was a girl, and she was only a few centimeters away from being impaled by the needy member of the Ex-Knight.

And Jaune simply froze at his options of how to proceed.

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“Y-you’re a girl!”

“Hmm~ yes~ please don’t judge me for that, Master~”

There, the secret spot where Ren was shamelessly thrusting her fingers was nothing more than a small pink slit, which seemed to be dripping like a waterfall.

Ren was a girl, and was just a few centimetres away from being impaled by the Ex-Knight’s eager member. 

And Jaune simply froze, unsure of how to proceed.

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Ren was a girl?! A girl? How? Hadn’t he noticed? What the hell! He’d thought she was still a boy, just like a devil! Just more androgynous than usual!

These were the rapid thoughts filling the former knight’s mind, but what Jaune unconsciously denied was the obvious. 

It is impossible to be both a monster and a man in this world at the same time.

But Jaune’s mind, still seeking some semblance of normality to cling to, deluded itself into believing that his ‘friend’ was still the same, even going so far as to neglect his own safety with two wild monster girls inside his home. It was tantamount to inviting a Grimm into his dwelling.

However, Jaune didn’t stay still for long, for he soon felt his—

“Uhm~” 

A grunt followed by Ren’s moan echoed in the stuffy room. The wet, pink slit of the female version of his friend rubbed against his member. Lubricating it as she opened her sweet lips against the thick veins of his shaft.

“R-Ren!” Jaune moaned the Succubus’s name as he struggled to resist, but his mental strength was slowly being broken by the hot pleasure.

“J-Jaune~ I can’t take it anymore~ I’m going to put it in now!” 

With an urgency that belied his usually calm and serene nature, Ren thrust himself onto the other’s slick member, already completely drenched in his own desire.

“W-Wait, Re–Eeehn–” 

Jaune’s urgent plea was stifled by the pure, wet tightness that enveloped his entire member, and his mind exploded!

Ren was equally in paradise. He—she let out a little squeal, clinging tightly to the member they shared, her tight vaginal walls still contracted around Jaune’s shaft, threatening to suffocate him.

What the hell is this world? 

He grunted and, on an instinctive impulse, thrust his penis inside her. There was no resistance as Jaune’s enormous penis penetrated the wet, eager vagina of this version of his friend, especially as her vaginal walls seemed to suck his penis even deeper. Jaune grunted as he felt his cock forced all the way in, sliding smoothly until it reached the wall of her cervix. 

This seemed to be even more pleasurable for the succubus in his lap, who was thrusting her hips with a force that belied her small, slender frame.

“Yes~!” she screamed, clenching her fists into the sheets as Jaune’s enormous cock stretched her tight vagina. Her walls trembled, vibrating with pleasure as they were mercilessly stretched by a colossal intruder. The massive, swollen pillar of flesh scraped against her walls, stimulating every sensitive spot her fingers could never reach or satisfy. 

"Holy shit...!" Jaune grunted as Ren’s tight vagina squeezed him like nothing ever had before. For someone who hadn’t had sex in ages, since the other world, the intense pressure around his cock was a whole new world of pleasure. The pressure of her vagina, in spasms and orgasms, and the intense gratification of making his best friend scream so loudly, almost made him come. It was just a stubborn feeling in his head that held him back, born of years of sexual experience with beauties from his former world.

He was NOT going to come straight after thrusting in, like some bloody virgin! He’s over 40, for God’s sake!!!

Taking advantage of Ren’s momentary weakness in the face of her orgasms, he leaned over her, reversing their positions and pressing her body down whilst savouring the sensation of her tight vagina. 

“Aaaaahn~ J-Jaeeeuneeee~”

Ren gasped as her eyes rolled back and a long, sharp tongue fell from her mouth in spasms; her face was an [Ahegao] that Jaune knew well and only served to make him harder.

Looking down as he thrust his member, he saw that her small, shallow vagina couldn’t accommodate the full length of his cock, and he felt himself pressed firmly against her cervix, creating a visible bulge in her slender body.

He grunted for a second, pulling off his shirt and resting his fists on the bed beside her head, before taking a deep breath and starting to FUCK her.

Ren burst into high-pitched squeals and screams, unprepared for his thick cock to begin penetrating her tight walls with such ferocity, where moments ago he had been trapped beneath her. The huge, hard shaft pounded like a stake against the entrance to her cervix, but thanks to its monstrous nature, it didn’t hurt. Instead, it sent a powerful, intense wave of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

“HMMM~ M-MORE–M-MHHM! aaahn~”

She screamed louder than she ever had in her life, her knees trembling as her eyes rolled back. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, her mind going blank as she CAME. The most powerful orgasm of her life coursed through her unprepared body and she soaked the sheets with her gush of fluid. 

Despite the tension of trying not to come, it was all too much for Jaune. The sensations, the pleasure, the heat and the moans.

Ah… I think this feels familiar.

With a strange, nostalgic thought, Jaune clenched his hands on Ren’s firm waist—AND SHOVED the more than 20 cm of thick, veiny flesh into her small, pink, wet tunnel; the result was wet slapping sounds and squeals as he enjoyed Ren’s post-orgasm with a familiar, trembling, tight little pussy.

“AHM! HM! UUOH! J-JAUNEEEY!”

Ren could only writhe beneath him as he was driven to climax after climax. He had gone from predator to prey, and Jaune was mere seconds away from emptying himself inside him.

His hips thrust into him like a machine, and Jaune felt he was very close; he could no longer bear the weight of his heavy testicles. He was about to come, and it would be the biggest and most abundant ejaculation since he came into this perverted world!

 “I’m coming, Ren…!” He growled in his ear.

Whilst moaning beneath him, Ren could still make out his words, but what caught his attention was the implicit desire in them.

He wants permission to come inside~

Ren’s eyes rolled back. But her mouth fell open as her normally sharp mind was overwhelmed by the monstrous desire to consume essence. Her body was begging for it. That was what she had been made for.

That was the definition of monster girls; they were born to find their love and give themselves entirely to them.

With heart-shaped pupils, Ren already knew her answer—

"Ye–ies...!" She moaned as she trembled through yet another climax: "Come inside me! I want to feel your hot semen in my womb! I’ve dreamed of you every night for as long as I can remember! Please, my knight! Give it to me!”

“Reen—” her words seemed to inflame Jaune’s desires even further, and she screamed as she felt his already massive cock swell even more deep inside her vagina. It was ready to penetrate her womb like a cannon. Then, she felt the monstrous cock throb, and soon jets as hot as lava—pure, potent semen—spurted from his penis into her hungry womb. 

Ah—Sorry, Nora, I got him before you~ 

“GHMMMM—MUAAAHN~”

Ren’s mind went blank as an animalistic scream escaped her dazed throat, feeling that hot semen flood her womb like hot, potent lava.

Her body practically convulsed with unbelievable pleasure as the massive orgasm hit her like a giant wave; she came so hard she practically fainted beneath Jaune.

Ren lay limp, drooling and laughing with euphoria on the bed; Jaune was still recovering, but the tightness was still intense and the pleasure supreme, and unconsciously he kept moving and grinding, immersed in the act of prolonging the pleasure he felt for the first time from coupling with a monster girl.

 He kept his hips clamped tight with their genitals joined, a profane mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.

He was panting as if he’d just fought a gruelling battle against Grimms. His body was sweating, and he felt strangely shaky—which was odd, as he’d had more intense sex than this before, and with more than one girl, but it seemed as though Ren had drained all his strength. 

The sensation was so overwhelming that he couldn’t control it. Now that they were both satisfied, Jaune felt ecstatic. He felt on top of the world. At the same time… sleepy?

His eyes grew heavy and his body gradually lost its strength, until he collapsed beside Ren’s slender, sweaty body.

But before he could pass out completely, he heard his friend’s (friend’s?) voice.

“Sleep, dear Knight… I’m sorry about that…”

…..

……..

………..

“—WHAT?”

When Jaune woke up and sat up in bed, he found himself in an empty, ordinary room. 

“W-what?” As he frantically scanned the bed, everything looked normal and tidy, with no sign of a second person there. Not even the sheets, which had been stained the night before, seemed to have a single drop of sweat on them. Everything was normal.

“Wait… why are my underpants wet… shit…”

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Jaune spent the whole breakfast blushing as he avoided Ren’s gaze, who was raising a questioning eyebrow at him. 

But how could he possibly answer? “Oh, hi Ren! You know, I met an otherworldly version of you, and seeing you now as a girl, well, I sort of had an erotic dream and wet my knickers over you—is it okay if we’re friends?”

Obviously, that wasn’t the best choice of words. So he opted for an embarrassed silence. 

Coughing to distract himself, he turned away to finish his breakfast as quickly as possible whilst plucking up the courage to face Ren and Nora.

Later, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to them and made up an excuse about needing to restock his supplies, then left, telling them both to wait for him to return home, but that they could make use of it in his absence.

Nora grumbled whilst Ren merely nodded, understanding his excuse, and he left as respectfully and quickly as he could, heading out of town.

Bloody hell!!! What sort of dream is that? Have I turned into a teenager, even psychologically, now? To him, things still felt strange in a way!

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Jaune was wandering through the town he now lived in, watching the Passers-by go about their peaceful lives. Strangely, compared to his old life, these People and Monsters walked side by side in a mixed crowd.

Blake would love living here.

Jaune thought as he bought another bag of grain to make more bread, since Nora had grown fond of it. 

Jaune rarely came into town, preferring to stay on the farm, yet he knew that sometimes he had to restock supplies and would return to this place.

This town did not exist in his home world; perhaps it had been razed by the Grimms, or perhaps not.

It was a trading town named ‘Aureus’ that had prospered since ancient times as a strategic hub linking the kingdoms of Mistral and Vale, widely known as a veritable melting pot of cultures and races. Naturally, as it attracted large numbers of individuals of dubious origin, security had never been exemplary; yet its long history of turning impurity into a driving force for development had ultimately formed a deep foundation, from which a unique vitality and charm had sprung.

In a way, it was a good city to live in; its diverse inhabitants ensured it neither stagnated nor became too insular, always providing new ways to earn enough to sustain itself, but not enough to attract the attention of Monster Girls.

Although—

“Damn…” Jaune muttered upon encountering a… disagreeable… person…

“Jauney-boy? Is that you I’m looking at?” said an irritating voice in a mocking tone that Jaune had hoped never to hear again

“Hi… Cardin…”

Cardin Winchester. His school bully in both this world and the other. Jaune felt the urge to have his sword back.

You see, in his old world, Cardin was someone he had learnt to respect. After putting their grievances behind them and Cardin maturing following his first year at Beacon, they became warriors in the war against Salem, and allies forged in blood and mud.

He was there at Winchester’s death, a worthy warrior who died to protect Menagerie, redeeming himself for his racist attitudes in his teens. But now the lad in front of him?

A reckless brat!

“Don’t look at me like that, Jaune-boy, we’re friends!”

Jaune grunted almost inaudibly as he watched the boy get too close. His eyes travelled from Jaune’s feet to his head; it was obvious he was looking for reasons to mock him. Besides—

“Cardin…” he said slowly, taking a step back to avoid the physical greeting. “Shouldn’t you be… looking after your friends back there?”

His eyes wandered to the two girls behind Cardin; he feared them far more than the untrained brute in front of him.

Both were MG, which in itself made them problematic. But they were specifically a Black Harpy and a Dhampir. Although the latter was trying to hide her presence.

Her Mana is leaking as she stares at me, a frightening lady.

“My girls?” said Cardin as he flashed a ‘charming’ smile in their direction, before turning back to him. “They’re just out for a stroll. How about you come along with us too, Jauney-Boy? It’ll be fun!” 

Cardin’s eyes clearly sparkled with malice, probably thinking of showing his dominance over them by intimidating him.

I’m sorry, Cardin, but if we do that, I’ll break your arm, and I don’t want your dad coming to bother me at home—again.

Just as Jaune opened his mouth to refuse and give a final answer, a strong hand gripped Cardin’s shoulder from behind; the sound of the leather clothes he wore being crushed was audible to an ordinary person like Jaune.

“Card–din…. I thought I told you not to go near Jaune anymore….”

When they both turned round, the sight of a red-eyed Yang staring straight into Cardin’s soul was enough to make the nearly two-metre-tall boy turn pale.

Which made sense; no matter how strong you were, defeating a brute-type MGE with brute force was impossible, especially if you were human. 

Jaune watched, smiling, as the boy-man made hasty excuses and left, summoning the MGEs with him, trying to act as if he’d done Jaune a ‘favour’.

Well… I’d like to wish you good luck with those two violent-type MGEs, but—

“Fuck you, Cardin…” he muttered under his breath, but Yang’s laughter made him realise she’d heard. 

““Jauney~ you came to Aureus and didn’t even let us know.” The Cowgirl pouted as she approached him, taking advantage of his full arms to nudge his cheek. “Jauney’s being a naughty boy!”

“Sorry–ow ow ow, SORRY!” he shouted as he tried to escape the Cowgirl’s tight grip. 

After a few moments of struggle, she released his cheek, granting the poor Jaune some respite

“Well, since you’re here! Let’s go and visit Mum! She’s been missing you, as you haven’t visited in a while!”

“—Wait! Are you talking about… Mrs Rose?” 

“Who else could it be?” Yang’s sarcastic reply made Jaune’s eyes widen, for he had forgotten that in this world, Summer Rose was still alive!

“—I-I!”

“No excuses, let’s go!”

“Hey hey—Yang, wait—”

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Jaune soon found himself at the Xiao-Long Rose house, sitting at a dining table laden with a veritable feast of various dishes. It could easily have been mistaken for an 

all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Oh~ Jaune! It’s been ages, dear! Eat up! Make the most of it—it’s not often we have you at home.” 

“Of course… Aunt Summer.”

The woman who doted on Jaune as she walked around the dining room placing food and more food on the table is “Summer Rose”, Ruby and Yang’s late mother, who was, however, very much alive in this world.

“Eat up, Jaune! Come on! Mum’s made cookies!” 

“Hehehe, if you want milk, stud~”

His face flushed even more at the sight of the two shameless cowgirls stuffing themselves with food whilst rubbing up against his arms, all in front of his mother! He honestly still didn’t understand how everything was so perverted in this world.

But Summer DIDN’T CARE! She just let out a little giggle and looked at them fondly! Perhaps it was because she was a monster too.

Yes, Summer was a Monster Girl, but what kind? He didn’t know that; after all, she apparently managed to hide her true form with some sort of amulet. He only knew that she was of a different race to Ruby and Yang.

She was a stunning beauty even in her mundane human form… well, to call her ‘ordinary’ would be an understatement!

Summer was a sight worthy of a MILF. She had a curvaceous body, with soft skin and a gentle, feminine face, yet that of a fully-grown, mature woman. Her own body seemed at its peak; it hadn’t sagged with age, but was plump as one would expect from a ripe fruit. Large, round breasts covered only by a long summer dress, a bottom that swayed like peaches, perfectly round and full. Both showed no sign of sagging with age. Right at the peak of her 37 years.

And it’s all my fault…

“—Stop overthinking!”

“Ouch!” 

Before he could sink back into melancholy, Yang’s strong fist clenched his arm, causing Jaune to jump in sudden pain.

“You’ve got that look on your face again.”

“Face?”

“The ‘oh my God, I’m awful’ one! Stop moping and let’s eat!”

“Well…” he began, but stopped himself when he saw her raising her fist again – “okay, okay! Sorry! Hehehee.”

He distracted himself by eating the meal and feast in front of him, whilst trying to ignore the burning sensation on his skin, knowing this was a three-way attack with the girls and his mother watching him.

Still… what sort of M.G. had she become? 

Jaune ate distractedly, occasionally answering or being teased by his girls. He had almost forgotten last night’s events and the girls at his house. But he remembered he had enough supplies for tonight, and that Ren would stop Nora from destroying his house. Besides, only an hour and a half had passed; nothing serious to account for his delay.

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Just a few hours later, after fighting Yang and Ruby for his freedom, and having to endure Summer’s giggles and scary stares, Jaune managed to get back home.

He should try to focus on his old team coming back; he’d lived with these new Ruby and Yang for months, they could manage without him for a little while.

A.N: *Sorry, guys~ but this initial arc is about the JNPR team~ the RWBY team is next!*

When he opened the front door, Jaune was immediately grabbed by strong arms and hoisted into the air like a sack of rice by an excited Minotaur—

“Jauney—Where’ve you been? Did you bring food? Is there bread? Shall we have sex?” Immediately, a torrent of questions was hurled at Jaune, who could only weep inwardly at now being merely a plaything for this giant.

However, once again he was saved, just as before, by Ren—

“Nora? Put him down and let him rest,” he—she!—said, as she floated up and took the shopping from his hands. His words made Nora pout, but she listened.

Soon he found himself placed on the floor as he muttered a “thank you”.

‘Right. I’ve made dinner.’

“O-oh? You didn’t have to, Ren! I could—” His words were cut short as Nora once again pulled him towards the kitchen.

“Let’s eat, Jauney!” 

And so, for the second time, he found himself in the midst of monster girls (this time a Minotaur and a Succubus) having dinner.

This time he was seated next to Ren. He felt cornered, but what was even stranger was that Ren didn’t seem the least bit affected by any of it! He was starting to think that the previous night had been a dream!

He ate only a little before feeling full. He stood up slightly from the table, as he watched both of their attention shift to him

“Well. You can eat whatever you like; I’m sorry for being late today, but if you want to stay, you’re welcome to; if you want to leave, I won’t stop you.” He explained as he looked at both of them and continued. “If you decide to stay, I’d like to hire you to help me on the farm. Because, well… it’s just me here, and so in exchange for lodging, food and shelter, I’d like your help.”

After finishing, he looked at them, trying to see any sign of refusal, and then—

“That’s fine by me, Mr Arc. Nora and I have no family, so we’re grateful for this chance,” said Ren, as polite and courteous as ever. Nothing like the night before 

“If Ren stays, I stay! And Jaune—be our husband!”

“...” Jaune just watched as Nora stood up with a big smile on her face. He just sighed, but smiled slightly at the amusement in the Minotaur’s eyes.

“Of course, of course, queen of the castle.”

Jaune still felt tense, but… perhaps he really should make the most of this chance with his friends, and who knows… she might still be in this world and… appear to him… 

■■■■■■ ■■■■■–My partner.

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Cut…

Cut…

Cut…

It felt as though I were tearing through a cage.

“Haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa”

Dignity and freedom, contempt and slander, freedom and lack of freedom. To retain human form for as long as possible, yet without giving up anything else.

However, his claws are far too long for a human’s, so he cannot grasp a human hand. The fruit of wisdom cannot be eaten due to his well-developed canines. His body is an instrument fashioned merely as a means to satisfy carnal desires.

I want flesh. I want to feel the pleasure of the flesh. I am thirsty and have a great desire to eat blood and the Sacred essence.

This deadly poison — that which drives him mad — is what he calls lust.

"----, I------WANT----,--"

The saliva dripping from his chin gave off a smell of blood.

His lower limbs, including his thighs, arms and even the muscles of his cheeks, contract in a peristaltic manner. The urge to eat is what the body is demanding.

Feed me quickly. Anyone will do. Give me some meat. I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to tear it apart, I want to devour this prey completely.

When I crawled out of my nest, it was still barely light outside. Your eyes perceive the twilight in that space.

Is it sunlight or is it fire? As I paid attention, the intense aroma made my nose twitch. Without a doubt.

There is prey over there.

Whether it is truly human or not is uncertain, but to this monster so similar, it is nothing more than meat to satisfy its hunger.

The more painful, the more pleasurable. The more the desire grows, the greater becomes the pleasure of possessing the ‘man’.

This one here──

He is close—

If you cut him──

Pure love—

Eternal pleasure—

“Jaune….”

Crimson eyes gleam in the twilight. Having lost its former glorious jade colour, it now possesses only the crimson hue of a demon. 

Remnants of what once was. But these are nothing more than past memories of a lost life; the current “body” is but a shadow of its former self, reduced to a heap of shadowy fragments clinging together in a vain attempt to return to its former form—yet this is impossible.

What has been taken away will never return.