"That selfish, haughty, annoying... ugh!"
It was rare for the dark-haired member of team RWBY to be so outspoken, but Blake hardly cared. She was too angry. Other students made way for her as she walked through the hallways of Beacon at a brisk pace; the girl was on a warpath.
The source for her frustrations was another member of the team. A certain heiress, who she got along with the least, to be specific. Blake's eyebrows were set in a heavy frown, all because of another argument with Weiss. Was this uncommon? Not really. The two of them had enough differences to create conflicts, so that wasn't the issue.
This time, however, Blake had had enough.
Who does she thinks she is? Just because she's got money, doesn't mean she can just do and say whatever she wants. Someone ought to teach her a lesson.
In all honesty, Blake had already forgotten what they had been arguing about, but the annoyance and anger was ever present. She wanted to make Weiss suffer, just to see that selfish Schnee squirm.
Now, the question was how she was going to accomplish this. Blake was crafty and smart, but uncertain on how to proceed. Pranks were Yang's expertise. She didn't want to ask the blonde for help though. Better to keep her revenge secret for now, lest Weiss might hear of it.
Blake decided to think of a plan. And the best way to do that, was to go to her favorite hiding spot; the academy's library. Once there, she began to brainstorm her revenge.
It had to be something so amazing, so cruel and devious, while specifically targeting Weiss. The girl's confidence had to go down faster than a student's attention in one of Port's classes. Yes, Blake was aware she sounded like vindictive child, but Weiss deserved this; every single Schnee did. They were far too used to getting what they wanted.
The faunus stayed inside the library for quite some time, plotting and scheming quietly. This couldn't be an ordinary prank. No, it had to be special. Something that Weiss would hate, or envy, or...
Wait, what did Weiss envy about others? She was the Schnee heiress; as bad as her relationship with her father was, the white-haired teen got whatever she wanted, so it couldn't be material. Something else then.
Leadership of the team? They all knew Weiss wanted to be team leader. Then again, that was a thing of the past. Weiss had accepted Ruby as the leader of their team, and she tried to be an advisor of sorts instead.
Blake let out a frustrated huff. Then what did Weiss lack so much that she was jealous of others?
"Breasts!"
The cat faunus quickly snapped her mouth shut, looking around to see if anyone had heard her exclamation. When she was certain that no was there, Blake sighed in relief. Still, the answer was clear.
For all her pompous attitude and seemingly unlimited riches, Weiss suffered from self-doubt when it came to her boobs. And Blake could see why -- anyone could! Weiss wasn't really the most gifted when it came to her chest, being almost as flat as a board. Even Ruby, who was younger than her, had a more prominent bust.
Blake had noticed the envious stares whenever they changed clothes in the dorms or lockers. She herself had been the victim of quite a few, which made her smirk in satisfaction, knowing that her breasts were at least two cupsizes bigger. Of course, Yang was the reigning champion. At least she had the best ass; nicely shaped, just the right amount of muscle, and thick thighs to compliment her rear.
Anyway, clearly the right way to get back at Weiss was by making her even more self conscious about her bust size; to increase the heiress' doubt.
And how was she going to accomplish this, one might ask? Blake grinned knowingly as she left the library, heading towards professor Peach's classroom instead.
Breaking in was child's play. Blake had been one of the White Fang's best infiltrators; second only to Ilia. The teacher was gone for a whole day -- a teacher's conference that Blake was aware of -- so the whole room, including its vast supplies of dust and machines, were all hers.
Peach was the school's expert on dust. Applications, weaving, different kinds, and so on. But what the professor probably didn't know, was that dust could also be used for a special purpose. One that only Blake was aware of; courtesy of her mom discovering this new variation, and passing it on to her.
Blake immediately got to work. She took the dust that was needed, stacked it neatly next to a special mixer, and began the process. Her mother had showed her how to create the special dust before. It took a while, but after half an hour or so, Blake was greeted by the sight of numerous vials of dust.
Normally she wouldn't even consider mixing up these products, but the situation demanded it. Blake needed Kali Belladonna's exclusive erotic dust.
A silly explanation for sure, but it was accurate. There were different shades with each one having its own purpose. What they all shared, however, was the ability to expand a woman's figure, enhancing it to make them sexier. Breasts, butt, hips, etc.
Blake took one of the vials, grinning ferociously at the dust that would make a girl's breasts expand.
Weiss thought she was small? Oh, by the time Blake was done, the poor girl would feel pathetic. She would crave for her own growth, only to be denied.
"Now let's get started..." Blake chuckled deviously.
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