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Yang punches Cardin so hard that she sends him flying out of not just the ring, but the entire gym, his team looking out of the hole in terror.

"COME ON! WHO'S NEXT! I'M NOT SATSIFIED YET!!

The remaining members of Team CRDL looked at Yang in terror before running away screaming.

"BUNCH A COWARDS," she roared. She then began to shadowbox. "Ooh, Yang, you're too strong. Ooh, Yang, your muscles are too huge. Please stop, Yang, you're killing me," she went in a mocking tone. "Tch, bunch a wusses. Dammit, dad, why did you haqve to be the only challenge I've ever had? Hm? Hey, Vomit Boy!"

Jaune was walking by the ring when Yang saw him, the boy looking up after he drank from his water bottle, a towel on his shoulder from his workout. "Hey, Yang. What's up? Sent someone flying again?"

"Yeah, and I'm itching for more. Get some gloves and get up here."

"Huh?"

"What, got something in your ear? Let's box," she said as she punched her gloves together with a smirk.

"Uh, Yang? I don't box. Or do any kind of martial arts for that matter."

"Well, it's time you learned. Either get up here and get punched by me or I come down and use you like a resistance tube and stretch you like taffy."

Jaune sighed as he found a pair of gloves that fit him. He jumped into the ring and tried to copy Yang's stance. "Don't be too disappointed."

"You can't be any more disappointing than Cardin," she said with a smirk as she crouched down.

"Wait, what?"

Yang then appeared in front of Jaune and punched him in the chest with so much force he slammed into the ropes. It stretched back before slinging him toward Yang, who punched him in the face so hard that he spun around before flopping onto the mat, groaning. "Well, you technically lasted longer than Cardin."

Jaune groaned as he got back up and took his stance. "One more time."

Yang's eyes widened as she blinked. "You're able to get up?"

"That a problem?"

She then got a pleased and excited smirk. "Not at all. Let's go, Vomit Boy."

One Hour Later

Jaune was sitting at a corner of the ring, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, red marks on his face, red biceps, and a fist imprint on his abdomen.

"Not bad, Jaune. I'm actually shocked you didn't puke once. I punched you in the liver, for crying out loud," Yang said with a towel around her neck.

"That hurt like hell, you know."

Yang giggled. "No wonder my sister wants you."

Jaune jolted. "You... know about that?"

"She talks in her sleep sometimes. Mentioned your 'spotting session' last week."

Jaune went blue in the face. "Y-Yang, I can explain-"

Yang stomped right in front of Jaune's jewels, just an inch away from the target, terrifying him. "Okay. Explain to me why you banged my sister?"

"Um..."

"And while you're at it, explain how you're also 'training' with Pyrrha and having more 'detentions' with Goodwitch than you ever have before."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?!"

"Nora for Pyrrha and Blake for Goodwitch."

Jaune began to shrink. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, I was hoping to cripple you in this sparring. True, I only thought of it maybe in the second round since I really did need an outlet, but after the fifth round, I decided against it. Maybe you are good enough for my sister, Jauney-boy."

"S-So, you're not going to... smash 'em?"

"Nope. That would be a waste... buuuuut, someone is going to smash today."

"Huh? WHOA," Jaune went after Yang lifted him. "W-What's going on?"

"Well, I gotta make sure you're good enough for my sister."

"But you just said-"

"Not just physically, big guy. I know you can take a hit, but I gotta know how good you are with 'nighttime endurance'," Yang said as she licked her lips.

Jaune was incredibly turned on. "Mommy."

"Mommy? Oh, no, Jauney-boy. You and your 'sword' are dealing with Big Mama," she said as she put Juane over her shoulder and walked away.

"W-Wait. the dorms are that way!"

"True, but the showers are this way, lover-boy."

"Oh, gods."

"you mean goddess"

Thanks to DevlinDracul for the short

Description
Yang punches Cardin so hard that she sends him flying out of not just the ring, but the entire gym, his team looking out of the hole in terror.

"COME ON! WHO'S NEXT! I'M NOT SATSIFIED YET!!

The remaining members of Team CRDL looked at Yang in terror before running away screaming.

"BUNCH A COWARDS," she roared. She then began to shadowbox. "Ooh, Yang, you're too strong. Ooh, Yang, your muscles are too huge. Please stop, Yang, you're killing me," she went in a mocking tone. "Tch, bunch a wusses. Dammit, dad, why did you haqve to be the only challenge I've ever had? Hm? Hey, Vomit Boy!"

Jaune was walking by the ring when Yang saw him, the boy looking up after he drank from his water bottle, a towel on his shoulder from his workout. "Hey, Yang. What's up? Sent someone flying again?"

"Yeah, and I'm itching for more. Get some gloves and get up here."

"Huh?"

"What, got something in your ear? Let's box," she said as she punched her gloves together with a smirk.

"Uh, Yang? I don't box. Or do any kind of martial arts for that matter."

"Well, it's time you learned. Either get up here and get punched by me or I come down and use you like a resistance tube and stretch you like taffy."

Jaune sighed as he found a pair of gloves that fit him. He jumped into the ring and tried to copy Yang's stance. "Don't be too disappointed."

"You can't be any more disappointing than Cardin," she said with a smirk as she crouched down.

"Wait, what?"

Yang then appeared in front of Jaune and punched him in the chest with so much force he slammed into the ropes. It stretched back before slinging him toward Yang, who punched him in the face so hard that he spun around before flopping onto the mat, groaning. "Well, you technically lasted longer than Cardin."

Jaune groaned as he got back up and took his stance. "One more time."

Yang's eyes widened as she blinked. "You're able to get up?"

"That a problem?"

She then got a pleased and excited smirk. "Not at all. Let's go, Vomit Boy."

One Hour Later

Jaune was sitting at a corner of the ring, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, red marks on his face, red biceps, and a fist imprint on his abdomen.

"Not bad, Jaune. I'm actually shocked you didn't puke once. I punched you in the liver, for crying out loud," Yang said with a towel around her neck.

"That hurt like hell, you know."

Yang giggled. "No wonder my sister wants you."

Jaune jolted. "You... know about that?"

"She talks in her sleep sometimes. Mentioned your 'spotting session' last week."

Jaune went blue in the face. "Y-Yang, I can explain-"

Yang stomped right in front of Jaune's jewels, just an inch away from the target, terrifying him. "Okay. Explain to me why you banged my sister?"

"Um..."

"And while you're at it, explain how you're also 'training' with Pyrrha and having more 'detentions' with Goodwitch than you ever have before."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?!"

"Nora for Pyrrha and Blake for Goodwitch."

Jaune began to shrink. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, I was hoping to cripple you in this sparring. True, I only thought of it maybe in the second round since I really did need an outlet, but after the fifth round, I decided against it. Maybe you are good enough for my sister, Jauney-boy."

"S-So, you're not going to... smash 'em?"

"Nope. That would be a waste... buuuuut, someone is going to smash today."

"Huh? WHOA," Jaune went after Yang lifted him. "W-What's going on?"

"Well, I gotta make sure you're good enough for my sister."

"But you just said-"

"Not just physically, big guy. I know you can take a hit, but I gotta know how good you are with 'nighttime endurance'," Yang said as she licked her lips.

Jaune was incredibly turned on. "Mommy."

"Mommy? Oh, no, Jauney-boy. You and your 'sword' are dealing with Big Mama," she said as she put Juane over her shoulder and walked away.

"W-Wait. the dorms are that way!"

"True, but the showers are this way, lover-boy."

"Oh, gods."

"you mean goddess"

Thanks to DevlinDracul for the short