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The arena in Beacon Academy's combat class echoed with the clash of metal and the grunts of exertion. Dust swirled in the air like a hazy veil, and the crowd of students—mostly first-years, all clocking in at 19 or just over—leaned forward in their seats, eyes glued to the spectacle. Professor Port's booming voice narrated the bout like it was some epic Grimm hunt, but everyone knew this was just another round of Cardin Winchester versus Jaune Arc.
The lanky blond knight, Jaune, was flailing with Crocea Mors, his shield dented and his face slick with sweat. Across from him loomed Cardin, the hulking bully with his massive mace, executioner, swinging like a pendulum of doom. Cardin's armor gleamed under the harsh lights, his smirk as sharp as the spikes on his weapon."Come on, Vomit Boy! Is that all you've got?" Cardin bellowed, his voice dripping with that signature misogynistic sneer he reserved for anyone weaker—which, in his mind, was everyone. He wasn't just fighting; he was dominating, each swing a statement of raw, unfiltered power.
Jaune dodged—barely—and countered with a desperate slash, but Cardin parried it effortlessly, the impact sending vibrations up Jaune's arms that made his teeth rattle.From the sidelines, Pyrrha Nikos watched with her usual poised elegance, her red hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed like a banner of false innocence. But her green eyes? They weren't on Jaune. No, they flicked to Cardin, lingering on the way his muscles bulged under his armor, the sweat tracing paths down his thick neck.
She bit her lip, a subtle flush creeping up her cheeks. Beside her, Nora Valkyrie bounced on her toes, her orange skirt flipping up just enough to tease the crowd, but her blue eyes were locked on the same target.
"Ooh, he's gonna crush him!" Nora giggled, but there was no sympathy in it for Jaune. If anything, her voice held a breathy excitement, like she was watching foreplay instead of a fight.Ren Lie Ren sat stoically a row back, arms crossed, his magenta-streaked hair falling over one eye.
He didn't cheer for Jaune—hell, he barely knew the guy beyond team obligations. And Nora? She was his partner, sure, but Ren had always chalked up her boundless energy to sugar highs and hammer swings. He had no clue that her "energy" had a different fuel source altogether.The fight ended predictably. Cardin feinted left, then brought the mace down in a crushing overhead arc.
Jaune blocked, but the force buckled his knees, shield crumpling like tin foil. The blond hit the mat with a thud, groaning as Cardin planted a boot on his chest, mace raised triumphantly. "Yield, worm," Cardin growled, grinding his heel just enough to make Jaune wheeze."I... I yield," Jaune rasped, face burning with humiliation. The crowd erupted—some cheers for the victor, some pitying murmurs for the loser.
Port declared Cardin the winner, blustering about "the triumph of brute strength over... er, tactical finesse!" But as Jaune limped off the platform, supported by a teammate, no one noticed Pyrrha and Nora slipping away through the side exit. Not Jaune, nursing his bruised ego. Not Ren, who shot Nora a quick text: Where'd you go? Team meeting after? Her reply buzzed back: Gotta handle something fun! Be there soon! Ren sighed, assuming it was one of her pranks.They didn't know. How could they? Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl, Beacon's golden child—untouchable in spars, modest in interviews, a beacon of grace. Nora Valkyrie, the thunderclap herself—hyper, loyal, unbreakable. But that was the public mask. Behind the dorm doors, in the shadowed corners of the academy's underbelly,
they were Cardin's.
Wrapped around his fat, veiny cock like vines on a trellis, blooming only for his rough touch. Every loss Jaune or Ren took? It was their signal. Their invitation to kneel, to beg, to be reminded who really ruled their worlds.Cardin's private quarters in the dorms weren't luxurious—Beacon didn't spoil its brutes—but they were soundproofed, thanks to a few "favors" he'd called in from the staff. The door clicked shut behind Pyrrha and Nora, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne. Cardin lounged on his bed, still in his armor minus the chestplate, his broad chest heaving from the fight. His dark hair was tousled, a fresh bruise blooming on his knuckles from where he'd "accidentally" clipped Jaune's jaw."Well, well," he drawled, eyes raking over them like they were fresh meat. Pyrrha stood tall, but her hands twisted in her skirt, Miló and Akoúo̱ propped against the wall like forgotten toys.
Nora was already fidgeting, thighs rubbing together under her shorts. "Look who slithered in after their boys got their asses handed to 'em. Miss me, sluts?"Pyrrha's cheeks burned, but she didn't correct him. No, she stepped forward, voice soft and trembling—not with fear, but with that twisted hunger she'd buried under layers of heroism.
"Cardin... you were magnificent out there. Jaune didn't stand a chance." It was out of character, sure—Pyrrha Nikos praising a bully? But here, in this room, she wasn't the champion. She was his. "Please... let us show you how much we appreciate it."Nora bounced forward, giggling maniacally, but her eyes were wide, pupils blown with lust. "Yeah! Jaune's such a loser—always tripping over his own feet. But you? You're a beast, Cardy! I bet your cock's all hard from kicking his butt!" She dropped to her knees without prompting, hands clawing at his belt buckle like a starving animal. Ren would never hear this Nora—the one who dreamed of pancakes and explosions. This one dreamed of being broken, of Cardin's cock stretching her until she screamed.Cardin laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the room.
He grabbed a fistful of Nora's orange hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze. "That's right, hammer slut. You know the rules. Losers' girls pay up. And since Vomit Boy and Pretty Boy both tanked it last week—Ren's little slip against that transfer student counts—you two owe double." He shoved her face toward his crotch, the bulge already straining against his pants. "Start with your mouths. Make it good, or I'll spank those fat asses raw."Pyrrha whimpered, sinking to her knees beside Nora. Out of character? Absolutely. The girl who'd mentored Jaune with gentle encouragement was now fumbling with Cardin's zipper, her elegant fingers trembling as she freed his cock. It sprang out like a weapon—thick as her wrist, veined and angry-red, the head already beading with precum. Nine inches of bully meat, smelling of musk and victory.
"Oh gods, it's so big," Pyrrha breathed, her voice a husky whisper she'd never let Jaune hear. "Jaune could never... he'd just fumble like in the ring."Nora dove in first, her tongue lapping at the underside like it was a melting popsicle. "Mmm, tastes like winner," she moaned, slurping noisily, her lips stretching wide around the girth. She bobbed her head, gagging when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back—oh no, she pushed deeper, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. "Glurk—fuck, Cardin, choke me with it! Ren's dick is like a limp noodle—yours is a hammer!"Cardin groaned, thrusting lazily into her mouth, using her hair like reins. "That's it, you hyperactive whore. Suck it like you mean it. Pyrrha, don't just stare—lick my balls. Show me why you're not wasting your time on that spineless knight."Pyrrha obeyed, her tongue darting out to cradle his heavy sack, sucking one ball into her mouth with a wet pop. She hummed around it, vibrations sending jolts up his spine, while her hand pumped the base of his shaft, slick with Nora's spit. "Yes, sir," she murmured between licks, her free hand slipping under her skirt to rub her soaked panties. "Jaune thinks he's my partner... but he'd cry if he saw me like this.
Begging for your cum like a cheap slut." The words burned her throat with humiliation, but that was the thrill—the power Cardin held, twisting her perfection into perversion.He watched them work, two of Beacon's finest reduced to cock-worshippers. Nora deepthroating him now, her nose buried in his pubes, throat convulsing around his length. Pyrrha alternating between balls and rimming the base, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above his ass.
"Fuck, yeah—get lower, red. Rim me proper. Spread those cheeks and eat my ass like it's your last meal."Pyrrha's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She pulled back, hands shaking as she guided him to stand, then bent him slightly—Cardin allowing it because he knew she'd make it filthy. Her face pressed between his muscular cheeks, tongue probing his puckered hole with desperate laps. "Mmmph—tastes so dirty, so you," she gasped, the misogynistic degradation flooding her core with heat. Nora, not one to be left out, crawled under to suck his balls, her fingers sneaking back to finger her own dripping slit."Look at you two," Cardin taunted, spanking Nora's upturned ass with a meaty crack that echoed off the walls.
Her shorts rode up, revealing red handprints blooming on pale skin. "Pyrrha Nikos, tongue-fucking my asshole while your 'teammate' jerks off to fanfic about you. And Nora? Ren's probably meditating right now, clueless that his girl's throat is my personal fleshlight." Another spank, harder, making Nora yelp around his sack. "Beg for it, sluts. Tell me why you love losing to me."Nora pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his balls. "Because you're a god, Cardin! Ren's all zen and shit—can't even make me cum. But you? You own us! Fuck, spank me harder—mark me so Ren sees and wonders why I'm 'clumsy' in training!" She wiggled her ass, inviting more, and he obliged, groping the plump cheeks roughly, fingers digging in like he owned the flesh.Pyrrha surfaced for air, face glistening with sweat and shame.
"Please... humiliate us more. Jaune looks at me like I'm a goddess, but I'm just your cumdump. Use me, Cardin—break me so I remember who my real champion is." Her voice cracked, the netorare sting twisting like a knife, but she ground her thighs together, clit throbbing at the betrayal.Cardin hauled them up by their hair, tossing them onto the bed like ragdolls. "Strip. Everything off. I want those perky tits and fat asses on display while I decide who gets fucked first."They scrambled to comply, clothes flying. Pyrrha's lithe, athletic body gleamed—pert C-cups with rosy nipples hard as pebbles, toned abs leading to a neatly trimmed red bush above her slick folds. Nora was all curves and energy—DDs bouncing free, freckles dusting her cleavage, her ass a heart-shaped invitation with thighs thick enough to crush a man's skull. But not Cardin's. He shed his pants fully, cock bobbing like a conqueror's scepter."Nora, you first. On your back—missionary. I wanna see that stupid grin while I stretch your greedy cunt." He shoved her down, knees to her chest, her pussy exposed and weeping. She spread wider, fingers parting her lips to show the pink, glistening interior. "Fuck me raw, big boy! Pound me till I forget Ren's name!"He slammed in with one thrust, bottoming out in her vice-tight heat. Nora howled, back arching, nails raking his shoulders. "Yesss—oh fuck, it's so thick! Splitting me open—gods, Ren's half this size and he lasts two pumps!" Cardin rutted like a beast, hips snapping with bruising force, each plunge squelching obscenely.
He groped her tits, pinching nipples until she squealed, then leaned down to bite her neck—marks that'd need excuses come morning.Pyrrha watched from the side, fingering herself shamelessly, two digits plunging in time with Cardin's thrusts. "She's so lucky... look at her take it, like a proper whore."
Humiliation laced her words, but her hips bucked, jealous and aroused.Cardin grinned, sweat dripping onto Nora's jiggling breasts. "Your turn to eat ass again, red. While I breed your friend." He shifted, pulling Nora's legs over his shoulders for deeper angles, the position folding her in half.
Pyrrha crawled behind, face diving between his clenching cheeks once more, tongue spearing his hole as he fucked. The room filled with Nora's raunchy chants—"Harder, daddy! Cum in me—knock me up so Ren raises your bastard!"—and the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin.He railed her through two orgasms, her walls milking him like a fist, squirting messily onto his abs.
Only then did he pull out, cock glossy with her cream, and flip positions. "Doggy now, Nora. Ass up—show Pyrrha how a real bull breeds."Nora scrambled onto all fours, ass high, cheeks spread by her own hands. "Spank it red first! Make it hurt so good!" Cardin obliged, palm cracking down in a rhythm—smack, smack, smack—each hit jiggling her flesh, turning it from pale to crimson. She pushed back, begging, "Now fuck it—ram that bully cock home!"He mounted her like a stallion, spearing deep in one go. Doggy let him go feral, hips pistoning, balls slapping her clit with every brutal thrust.
One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine; the other groped and spanked, fingers leaving bruises. "Take it, you thunder-thighed bitch! This is what Ren can't give you—real power, real dick!" Nora babbled incoherently, drool stringing from her lips, pussy clenching as she came again, gushing around him.Pyrrha couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Cardin—me next. I need it. Jaune's probably crying in the showers, thinking of me... but I'll be dripping your cum when I comfort him." She positioned herself under Nora, in a twisted 69, lapping at Cardin's balls and Nora's swinging clit while waiting her turn.
Cardin laughed, pulling out of Nora with a wet pop, her hole gaping and twitching. "Fine, princess. Missionary for you—wanna see your face when I ruin you for that loser." He flipped Pyrrha onto her back, hooking her legs over his elbows to spread her wide. Her pussy was a sopping mess, lips puffy and begging. "Look at this pristine cunt—bet Jaune's never even touched it. Virgin for him, slut for me."He teased her entrance with his tip, smearing Nora's juices around, then thrust in slow—inch by torturous inch—making her feel every vein.
Pyrrha keened, walls fluttering, "Oh fuck—it's too big! Stretching me so wide... Jaune would break trying this." Cardin bottomed out, grinding against her cervix, then set a punishing pace—long, deep strokes that made her tits bounce and her eyes roll back."Talk, red. Tell me how much better I am." He groped her ass from the angle, lifting her hips for leverage, spanking the underside with each withdrawal."You're a king," she gasped, legs locking around him, heels digging into his back. "Jaune's a joke—fumbles his sword, fumbles his cock. But you? You conquer. Fuck me harder—make me scream so the whole dorm hears!" He did, railing her into the mattress, the bedframe creaking like it might snap.
Nora, recovered, straddled Pyrrha's face, grinding her cum-filled pussy down. "Lick it clean, Pyr! Taste how Cardin owns us both!"Pyrrha's tongue delved in, slurping Cardin's load mixed with Nora's squirt, the flavors salty and humiliating. Cardin leaned forward, capturing Nora's mouth in a sloppy kiss over Pyrrha's body, their tongues dueling while he pounded away.
"Gonna fill her up," he grunted against Nora's lips. "Then you two clean each other. No wasting my seed."Pyrrha came first, a shattered wail muffled by Nora's folds, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning—walls spasming, milking him desperately. "Yes—breed me! Cuck Jaune proper!" Cardin roared, slamming deep and unleashing ropes of thick, hot cum, flooding her womb until it leaked out around his shaft.
He pulled out, spent but smug, watching as Nora dove between Pyrrha's thighs, lapping up the creampie with greedy moans. "Mmm, bully batter—best flavor!" Pyrrha returned the favor, rimming Cardin clean while Nora ate her out, their bodies a tangled mess of sweat, cum, and submission.
Hours passed in a blur of positions and depravity. Cardin took them again—doggy chain, Pyrrha in front eating Nora out while he alternated holes, spanking asses until they glowed. Rimjobs became a ritual: Nora on her back, legs spread, Pyrrha's tongue in her ass while Cardin fucked her mouth. Missionary marathons where he'd pin one down, groping and degrading while the other fingered themselves to the show. Dialogue flowed raunchy and relentless: "Your boys are cucks—jerking to thoughts of you while I paint your insides white!" "We're your whores, Cardin—use us, bruise us, own us!"By dawn, they were wrecked—bodies marked with handprints, bites, and drying cum. Pyrrha's hair matted, Nora's thighs sticky. Cardin lounged back, cock softening, a king on his throne. "Good girls. Now get out—go pretend you're loyal little partners. And remember: next loss, you're back here. Deeper. Dirtier."They dressed in silence, stolen glances burning with sated shame. Pyrrha kissed his cheek—soft, reverent. "Thank you... for reminding us our place." Nora hugged him tight, whispering, "Can't wait to lose again."Out in the hall, they parted—Pyrrha to console a moping Jaune, Nora to glomp a puzzled Ren. Neither boy suspected a thing. The kisses they'd get later? Tainted. The smiles? Stolen. Cardin had them wrapped tight, fingers buried in their souls as deep as in their holes.And in combat class the next week? Jaune and Ren lost again. On purpose, maybe. But they'd never know why Pyrrha and Nora vanished so quick after. The bully always wins. Always.