Goofy Sleepy Jaune

Völundr

The Grimm History exam had gone badly.
Not much could be expected after Jaune had spent much of his time suffering the attention of the numerous girls who had crowded his room.

Desperate and in tears, he lay on the bed with Pyrrha's handwritten notes still clutched in his fist.
Her sleepless nights weren't enough to make him make up for lost time.

Failing the test, Jaune had to take remedial lessons with...Professor Port!

Strangling his pillow and holding it to his chest, he buried his face in its softness and began kicking away the anger and disappointment that was suffocating him.

Or maybe it was just the lack of air from drowning in the pillow...

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and already quick at that command, Jaune got up from bed and immediately went to open the door, finding himself in front of Nora.

"Hey there!"

He blinked for a few moments, waiting for the redhead to continue with something strange or exuberant. A frantic speech, a biting comment, something.

Nothing, she said nothing else.

". . ."

". . ."

The more time passed, the heavier that silence became, and the greater the chances for Jaune to be sure that she wasn't Nora.
Too many seconds of emptiness after her greeting, and above all, she hadn't entered yet.

"You're the girl from last time, right?"

"Bingo!"

The pistol-like toes, the raised leg, and the protruding tongue were so out of place, but at the same time so Nora-like that for a moment Jaune was alienated and stunned,
simply stepping aside to let her in, then closing the door behind her.

"Why... why are you here?"

An uncertain question, while something in his lower abdomen was already starting to tingle, especially to the confirmation that that girl was a talented quick-change artist and that therefore he could do very... interesting... things with her.

"Last time I had fun playing with the shape of a random student... today I want to raise the bar a bit with something more... personal."

The wink and the more playfully sensual tone were out of place on Nora's full and round face, but her abundant curves made everything seem less strange and forbidden, especially when that Nora wasn't technically Nora.

It was a bit like the "roleplay" Blake had once told him about, only instead of being done online, she was doing it with a semblance or some strange technology.

While the blond was lost in thoughts of her, Nora kicked him in the stomach to make him stumble and fall against the edge of the bed.
A hard, dull thud, with something making a slight crunch. Maybe it was the bed, maybe it was Jaune's back.

"Lie down."

One shot and she was already on all fours above the legs of her prey, looking him in the eyes with a manner as intimidating as it was eager, while with one hand she caressed his chest and with the other, she went up to his chin as if wanting to want to lift him with a light caress.
The boy's body followed that movement and with a slow crawl against the thickness of the mattress, he lay down again with his belly in the air and his legs out. A now usual position.

"Y-You are a girl of few words..."

"I don't like talking, every voice seems strange to me."

A note of discomfort, almost an annoyance, is soon hidden by the girl who quickly opened his trousers and pulled out Jaune's penis, still limp and unprepared for such a quick extraction.