The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 196: A Return

The return to the dormitory hadn't taken long, a simple hooking of Parc's arm around her and a clamping of her hands around his clothes to be followed by a rapid ascent into the sky and a minutes long flight to the dorm entrances of Beacon had left Weiss with a pounding heart and flushened tonation to her skin. She knew the feeling, she hadn't experienced it much in her life but she still knew it to be the preclusion to something known as a 'crush.'

Something she was not intent on feeling for the man who was her teacher. No matter if he was a year or two older than herself. He was still her teacher, no matter how much her heart thumped from his woody scent or how handsome her mind deemed him to be.

When he'd parted from her and raised into the sky one last time after downing a strange blue drink, she felt a form of melancholy to see him go. It was illogical, he'd only saved her and she was falling for him. Idiotic. Utterly idiotic.

Hastily spinning around, Weiss made her way into the dorms, her heels clacking against the concrete flooring. Steadily pulling herself through the cold halls and to her dorm room. Lingering before the door, Weiss reached for her purse but paused as she felt it not. Glancing to her side, she realized she'd lost it in the restaurant and hadn't goten it back, meaning she was without key or scroll.

"Perfect, just perfect," she groaned and reneged to the only way of opening the door she knew.

Knocking.

Not something she was used to doing apart from when her father called her to his office.

As the three repeated thunks filled the room it lead to, a hastened noise of scurrying feet sounded and a second later, the solid wood was thrown open to reveal Ruby. Her hair frazzled like she'd been pacing around for the past few hours.

"Weiss!" in an instant, the girl in red launched forth and wrapped Weiss tight. Stranglingly tight.

"Ruby release me I can't breath."

Realizing her partner was turning blue, Ruby released her and stepped away, though upon seeing the strange tints of red staining her cheek, felt her heart leap in fear. "You're hurt!?"

"What? no, I'm fine." Weiss sighed and pushed past Ruby and into the room. Pausing for a breath when she saw Blake on her bed. Their eyes met, Weiss' cheek twitched and her mouth parted as if to say something but stopped herself. She'd give her a chance. Only one. But a chance nonetheless. Not something she was too intent on doing.

"Weiss, you okay?" Yang spoke, leaping from her book rested bunk bed and cast worried eyes to her sisters partner.

"I'm fine. Lucky, but I'm fine." she responded arriving by her bed where she began to remove parts of her days attire, her diamond necklace and even her earrings. Though upon touching her ears she realized she was lacking them. "those were my favourite pair as well I'll have to commission another set then," she had no hopes of ever finding those ones again.

"What happened?" Ruby questioned as Weiss kicked off her heels and made way to her dresser to collect the nightgown she would be swapping into after a nice, warm shower. "You're bleeding."

"No, I'm not. Not anymore. And I would rather not speak of it. I am exhausted, covered in dust, and freezing."

"Weiss, the blood." Ruby insisted.

"Haa fine then, Ruby. While there the leader of those White Fang criminals thought my dust carved earings would be a danger to him. So he decided to rip them off. Lo and behold, I ended up bleeding. Since then, it has healed, and I am now missing a set of forty thousand liens worth of earrings." At the mentioning of White Fang, Weiss glanced to Blake and saw her tremble, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"But otherwise, I am perfect," she said laying down the feather Parc had gifted her on her bed.

"And the people, have they been arrested?" asked Blake. The phraseology specific, that much Weiss could tell.

Weiss' head shook, "no, they escaped through the sewers. Unless the police is chasing them down, I doubt any of those villains will be caught. Though I do hope they're captured and prosecuted swiftly. They've kidnapped a few people after all. Luckily, the professor was there to stop that Adam boy from taking me and my father." Once again, Weiss looked to Blake, her eyes narrowed as she repeated the things that boy said of her, of blake being his and him hers. But the way Blake paled and shivered gave Weiss the idea that his obsessive speak was little more than one sided.

"Anywho, I am going to shower and prep myself for bed. I feel utterly abhorrent covered in this much dust and blood." Inching away towards the bathroom, leaving little room for her team to retort and question her more. She was not in any mood to humour them anymore.

Within the bathing room portion of the dorm, Weiss sighed, her shoulders slumping and she found herself before the mirror, staring herself in the face. "I look horrible," she muttered realizing her mascara was murky and nearing the point of running. Turning her head and holding her cheek she inspected her ears, having to wipe some of the red away with her finger wetted by water. Even the hole for which her earring went through was gone which meant she was going to have them pierced again and have that horrible piece of metal kept inside them till they fully healed so as to not permanently close.

"What did he give me?" she pondered as her hands went to work sliding her dress from her shoulder and let it fall from her body. She wore a strapless bra to keep he bosom snug within her dress and that too soon fell away, tossed to the hamper where the collective dirty clothing of her team was strewn. As she moved down to hook her thumbs around the straps of her neat and proper white panties she frowned. feeling a little squirmish as she saw her nipples were pointed and hard.

With brow raised, she straightened her back and brought her hand to bosom, fingers inching to the inflamed nubs and poked them. Shivering as a light spike of pleasure filled her. "I'm aroused?" as she said that, the image of the professor appeared in her mind and sent her flushing. "No, not him. Stop that, he's my teacher. I can't fall for him, that is unbecoming a heiress." she reasoned but still pressed her nipples as if to force the blood rushing to them away, though all she found in doing so was a tightness in her belly.

A tightness that soon brought about a noise she should never have made, "mmm" it was light, but noticeable as a moan. Her fingers halted, her eyes widened and her spine chilled. "What am I doing?" she flared her fingers and pulled them away. "Haa I really need to get to sleep," she sighed, spun around and stripped herself of her panties, throwing them to join with her other garments and made her way into the shower. Thankfully finding that the hot water was already coming through, likely meaning the others had had their showers.

As the water cascaded over her, taking with it the blood staining her body. Calming her nerves and letting her mind wander. She sighed and leaned a hand against the warm, waterlogged wall. n the peace of the trickling noises and warmth covering her, she found her hand unconsciously snaking between her legs, her fingers finding their way to stroking along her slit and caressing her sensitive clit. The spike of pleasure once again stopped her and her hand shot away, slamming into the wall besides her other. Twitchy at the cheek.

"I am not going to fall for my teacher. I am not going to fall for my teacher." She chanted, knowing full well no matter how much she told herself, she was inevitably going to fall for him if nothing changed.