Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

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23. Altered Fates

Senran Kagura: Altered Fates

JackOLanternTales

Summary:

Ippan Norizuka, a ninja from the Hebijo Clandestine Youth Academy, receives a pair of reality altering rings from his deceased grandfather. While he could use the rings to become one of the greatest shinobi to ever live, he's more concerned with doing exactly what any other high-school age boy would do: creating a harem of sexy ninjas and retiring early. Will he be able to alter his destiny to live happily ever after? Or will fate stand in his way to make him reconsider his goals? And perhaps the most important question: is he the only one with rings like his?

Chapter 1: The Rings of Normality

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Ippan let out a slightly exaggerated sigh as he slumped in his seat and stared at the rings in his hand. They were stainless steel, plain bands with a little "N" etched into them. Something was also printed on the inside. Both messages were different but equally cryptic. One had "normal world" and the other had "normal self" in English. He got them in a package from his grandfather last night, who apparently passed away at his island resort. Despite all his wealth and fortune the only things Ippan got in his will were these lousy rings. They came with a note that was equal parts vague and infuriating. In it, his grandfather encouraged him to wear the rings himself, that they were the reason he was such a fortunate man; but he left out how exactly they would do that.

Ippan sighed again and looked around the classroom. He still hadn't quite gotten used to his new surroundings. The dark and very old décor of the Hebijo Clandestine Youth Academy was deceptive, as this school was surprisingly modern and well-maintained. It was also only recently converted into a co-ed school, making the girls-to-boys ratio very skewed in favor of the former. Ippan had to admit, going to this school was a good idea for the eye-candy alone. The black-and-red uniforms of this academy were surprisingly skimpy. The tops exposed a slight sliver of midriff and the skirts were shockingly short. He almost went to Hanzo Academy instead. Ippan heard that the girls there were hot as hell, but that academy had been co-ed for much longer, meaning more competition.

He stared once again at the rings and wondered how the hell these were supposed to give him fortune?

On the other hand… Ippan absently ran his fingers along the small, white, mobius-strip insignia on the collar of his uniform; not only marking him as a member of Hebijo's Elite, but also one of Hebijo's shinobi, to those who knew. Being a shinobi-in-training who wields mystic powers to fight and move about the world unseen, he was certainly not skeptical of the idea of mystic artifacts that could grant powers.

Well, fortune favors the bold, I suppose. Without much more delay, Ippan decided to just put on the rings, it would take a lot more than silly jewelry to hurt his pride. They didn't look too bad anyway, and they were plain enough that few people would even notice.

He didn't feel any different now that the rings were on, though something like boosting one's fortune would be more of a passive effect than an active one, he guessed. The effects might not be immediately noticeable. A glance around the room confirmed that nothing had immediately changed. The teacher was still just going on about World War II, and the other students in the class had varying states of interest in the subject.

Ippan began to puzzle over how he could even notice the effects of the rings before realizing that the period was almost over. His next period was shinobi training, perhaps Suzune-sensei would know more about them. At last he heard the bell chimes that marked the end of the period. After the teacher excused the class he immediately left and made his way to the hidden classroom.

As he walked down the hallways and corridors, he couldn't help but get an eyeful of all the girls walking around him. Ippan had always wondered what they fed these girls to make them so damn gorgeous. Every single one of them was more attractive than the last, and only a few of them could (and would) kill him without a second's hesitation.

"Ippan," he heard a familiar voice behind him, and he immediately recognized the voice as belonging to one of the other elite shinobi, Imu. He looked around casually to meet her gaze behind her glasses.

"Afternoon." Ippan gave a slight bow.

Imu was reasonably attractive, with sandy-blonde hair, green eyes, fashionable glasses and not to mention an amazing body. She had a rather large forehead, though, which she got frequently teased for. Ippan felt some attraction to her on a superficial level, but more than anything he considered her a friend. Besides, she only had the hots for Miyabi, and something about trying to seduce someone who is actively pursuing someone else didn't sit right with him.

"I hear Suzune-sensei is going to have a special assignment for you."

"Oh? Well it's about time she gave me something to do. Training drills are getting pretty boring," Ippan replied, putting his hands behind his head as he walked.

"Training drills are extremely important!" Imu scolded.

"Yeah, yeah," was Ippan's only reply.

The both of them made it to the hidden door and looked around, making sure nobody else was watching as they entered, the wall rotating around them and bringing them to the interior of the hidden classroom. Sitting on top of the desk with her legs crossed was Suzune-sensei. Ippan had never been able to get over how gorgeous she was. He likewise had never been able to get over how terrifying she was, and how this fact only seemed to fuel his attraction for her.

"Sensei," Ippan bowed deeply and she nodded in response. The period hadn't started yet so there was still some brief time to relax before training. He peered around the room at the others. Imu was already hovering around Miyabi chatting with her about something important, probably. Miyabi was slightly taller than her peers with white hair and golden snake-like eyes, and a pair of sizeable breasts. Ippan had always been flabbergasted that even the shinobi of this school, students who were being trained to be hired assassins for the highest bidder, were bombshells in terms of their looks. Most of them had huge boobs, too.

Tearing his eyes away from Miyabi for a moment, his eyes fell on Murasaki sitting in the corner of the room hugging that weird, doll thing. "Bebebe", Ippan was pretty sure that's what she called it. Her hair was extremely long and dark purple, and her eyes matched the same hue. She had a huge rack, in fact, the biggest pair he'd ever seen in his life. It was no wonder she had such bad posture, probably just to accommodate those massive things, he figured.

Before Ippan had much of a chance to continue his ogling, the rotating door whirled around.

"Ippaaaaaaan~!" First Ippan felt incredible softness against one side of his face and then the hardness of the floor on the other side. He recognized all too late that the voice belonged to Ryouna, as did the pair of hefty breasts currently smashed against his face.

"What a loser, can't even dodge out of the way of a worthless dog like Ryouna." He recognized that voice as Ryouna's far less pleasant sister, Ryoubi. Something occurred to him just then, however. Ordinarily when something like this happened (and it happened a lot), Ryoubi would have commented on how much of a pervert Ippan was, despite Ryouna obviously taking all of the initiative.

With a slightly adorable, "woof woof~" Ryouna pulled herself off of the boy and ran back over to Ryoubi, waving her supple butt back and forth like there was a tail there. Her skirt was shorter than the rest of the students' so Ippan got a nice eyeful of her frilly, pink panties. In fact, Ryouna's whole uniform was a couple sizes too small, and knowing what he did about Ryouna's personality, Ippan figured that was likely on purpose. He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and rubbing his slightly sore neck from the tackle.

"You getting soft, Ryoubi?" Ippan teased as he straightened himself up. Unlike her extremely voluptuous sister, Ryoubi was as flat as a board, her only real womanly quality being her apparently amazing ass, a detail Ippan only knew because Ryouna had a tendency to overshare.

"The hell do you mean?" she glared at him.

"You usually sound off calling me a pervert for that."

"Why the fuck would I do that? It's normal for my sister to smash her fatass tits against your face."

Ryouna cooed with delight at the insult and hugged Ryoubi's arm, "More please~!"

"All right, you're a stupid whore with a brain the size of one of my bullet casings." Ryoubi seemed to be getting agitated with her sister. Ippan genuinely didn't know if Ryoubi enjoyed insulting her sister as much as Ryouna enjoyed being on the receiving end, she always treated it like such a chore one way or another.

Still, Ippan considered that response to be pretty odd. There wasn't any sarcasm in Ryoubi's tone when she replied to him. She wasn't wrong though; it definitely was normal for Ryouna to do that to him. Ippan idly wondered if it was perhaps the rings that were doing this.

In that moment Ippan realized he had nearly forgotten to ask Suzune about them.

"Sensei," he turned to her. As usual, she seemed completely unfazed by the situation.

"Yes, Ippan?"

"Do you recognize these rings I have on? My grandpa sent them to me after he died."

Suzune straightened her bright red glasses and looked closer at the accessories as Ippan held up his hands to display them.

"Hmm, are you sure you only recently acquired them? They don't seem too out of place for you."

Ippan didn't reply, only nodded. Her response was making gears turn in his head.

"Ippan, you are from the Norizuka clan, correct?" Suzune asked.

"That's right."

"Hmm, I've heard tales that the Norizuka clan possessed two powerful artifacts that could control people's perception of reality. I don't think these rings are what the legend was talking about though, I can't sense any chakra coming from them. And certainly, something with that kind of power would have some sort of energy coming from it."

That sounded reasonable enough, but Ippan also noted, silently, that Suzune's perception of reality included her ability to sense chakra. So, the rings may have been altering that sense as well.

"My guess is they are replicas of that artifact."

"Interesting," Ippan nodded, satisfied, "a shame, the real deal would be a pretty useful thing for a shinobi to have."

Suzune only nodded in response.

He was now nearly convinced that he actually had the real deal in his hands. He began to wonder how exactly they worked. There didn't seem to be anything he really needed to do in order for them to activate; he didn't do anything special when Ryouna tackled him, that was for sure. He decided to experiment a bit, preferably with something relatively safe.

Ippan walked over to Ryouna and immediately slapped the palm of his hand onto her ass, giving it a rough squeeze. Ryouna moaned out immediately and wiggled her rear into his hand.

"That was so mean, Ippan. Please do it again!" This wasn't actually the safest thing Ippan could have done, he just really wanted to do it. Ryouna's ass was amazing. He looked at Ryoubi who was idly messing with one of her long ponytails.

"Ryoubi, what do you think about what I just did?" he asked.

"What the fuck is wrong with you today Ippan? Of course I don't care if you slap Ryouna's ass, that's perfectly normal."

Ippan noticed that both times he inquired about his actions Ryoubi used the word "normal". The rings alter peoples' perception of reality, he wondered if that meant everything he did seemed normal. He decided to take it further, just to make sure.

"And what would you do if you saw someone like Uchika doing what I just did?" Uchika was a well-known pervert at the school and had a pretty bad reputation. He also smelled weird.

"That sleazy motherfucker would have a bullet in his brain before he even got the chance to enjoy the feeling." Her bicolored eyes were on fire with fury at just the idea. But it wasn't the best control case, nobody liked Uchika.

"And what if it was the headmaster of this academy?"

"Bullet. To. The brain." She enunciated very clearly.

"But it's fine if I do it?" just to punctuate his point, Ippan roughly kneeded Ryouna's amazing ass, both out of experimentation and because that ass was possibly addicting.

"I don't care, that's just normal for you," there it was again, that word, and no more fire in her eyes than there usually was. It was time to step things up.

"And how about this?" Ippan shifted slightly so that the sisters were on either side of him and he grabbed Ryoubi's ass as well. He realized all too late that this was a horrible idea, if the rings didn't work the way he thought they did, well…

Bullet. To. The brain.

He braced himself for the suddenness of death, content that he at least got to feel two amazing butts before he died, but it never came.

"Jeez what the fuck is up with you today? I don't give a shit if you grab my ass too. What's the deal with all these dumb questions anyway?" Sure enough, not a lick of fury in her expression, just mild annoyance, and not even with what Ippan would have expected it to be for. At the very least he'd deduced that the rings let him touch other people and it would be viewed as perfectly normal. Average everyday stuff. Like it was just some social norm to let him have his way. And he got the feeling he was only scratching the surface; these things were a pervert's dream.

Ippan wasn't quite done experimenting. He walked back over to Suzune-sensei, regretfully prying his hands away from the two heavenly rears.

"Hey sensei, squawk like a chicken," Ippan ordered.

"No thank you," she replied. So, ordinary mundane commands didn't work.

"How about you flash me your tits?"

The thought of getting to see his sensei's glorious tits was making Ippan's already stiff boner rage even harder. So was the very real possibility of death presented by ordering his sensei to do something like that. Students at Hebijo had been killed for a whole lot less.

"I'd rather not," was her only response. She otherwise continued to read from a little book she was holding. Once again, no death, but the command wasn't obeyed. So, the rings wouldn't let him just tell people what to do, but they also let him get away with asking just about anything since the act of asking was apparently seen as perfectly okay. That information might come in handy later.

Ippan reached forward and start undoing the buttons on Suzune-sensei's blouse, which was already showing off her legendary cleavage and cute mole on her left breast. She made no effort to stop him, even though she had refused to flash him seconds ago, continuing to read like nothing was out of the ordinary. He pulled open the blouse after all the buttons were undone to reveal her very erotic lacy black bra, barely containing her enormous breasts.

"Aww sensei that bra is so cute!" Ryouna wandered up to Suzune and Ippan, looking closely at the undergarment. Suzune was blushing slightly now. Ippan was terrified for a moment, thinking that the jig was up, and a decapitation was coming.

"Thank you Ryouna, though it isn't very professional to say so to your teacher." Ippan supposed that just because it was seen as normal didn't mean that his actions were entirely invisble. Another thing he would take note of. Out of curiosity he let go of her blouse and took a few steps back from Suzune. After a few moments, she began buttoning her top back up again. It seemed like if he made changes to their attire, they would eventually just right themselves once they thought he was done.

Ippan had to admit, this was a powerful tool, but something told him that he still didn't have a solid grasp on everything that the rings were capable of. They could alter people's perceptions and he figured there had to be a way that he could actively make changes to what people perceived as normal. This hunch was based solely on the message inscribed on the inside of one of the rings, "normal world".

Ippan was almost positive that the effects he had seen thus far had been the result of the ring that had "normal self" inscribed on it, as all of these effects centered around perceiving himself as perfectly normal no matter what. So, he just had to figure out how to get the other ring to work. Since it wouldn't be a passive effect, he likely needed to activate it somehow. His studies into how chakra-infused artifacts worked told him most of the time these things had a word that would activate them that he would need to speak. But what could it be?

Then an epiphany struck Ippan like a ton of bricks when his eyes rested on Ryoubi. "Normal". There had to be a reason Ryoubi kept using that word, maybe the rings were trying to clue him in. Maybe he needed to announce the change he made and use the word "Normal".

Ippan quickly tried to think of a change to make, something that would be noticeable so he could confirm his theory but not be too intrusive yet.

It's normal for females to attend shinobi classes with only underwear on, he thought. Nothing changed. Apparently simply thinking the change didn't work, maybe he needed to actually say it out loud?

"It's normal for females to attend shinobi classes with only underwear on." It was a good thing the rings made anything Ippan said seem normal, otherwise explaining to the others why he suddenly blurted that phrase out would be very difficult.

This time, much to Ippan's delight and viewing pleasure, all of the girls almost simultaneously made the same hand seal and they were shrouded in plumes of smoke. After the smoke cleared, they were standing or sitting in nothing but their underwear. Suzune-sensei was also in her underwear. Apparently leading the class technically counted as attending it.

It was kind of a shame that shinobi made their clothes entirely out of chakra. It was certainly more protective than cloth and it could be removed or changed very quickly, but actually watching the girls remove their clothes piece-by-piece would have been an amazing sight to behold.

This was a small gripe, however, for the sight in front of Ippan was equally amazing. His sensei was still in the same lacy set of underwear without any obstructions this time; Miyabi was wearing some rather plain, white underwear that looked more practical than stylish; Imu was in a green camo-print sports bra and shorts; Murasaki was in just a black tank top and what appeared to be a thong; Ryoubi had a set that was striped blue and white; and Ryouna had her cute, pink, frilly panties and no bra whatsoever, giving the shinobi boy a glorious view of her bare tits. It was no wonder those things were so soft. The best part was, despite their collective state of undress, they continued what they were doing without missing a beat.

They weren't acting perfectly normal, Ippan noted, as Imu would blush and wiggle uncomfortably every time Miyabi looked in her general direction, and Ryouna blushed and wiggled happily whenever somebody looked at her, including Ippan. None of them appeared to be embarrassed by their states of undress, but that was to be expected. The danger in having your clothing made of protective chakra was that in combat, said chakra could be stripped away with powerful enough attacks. Shinobi very quickly got over any feelings of shame that came from being exposed, since it was going to happen and very frequently.

Ippan was about to make another suggestion but he was cut off suddenly by the sound of the bell chiming in the distance, marking the time for class to officially begin. His suggestion would have to wait, he was mildly curious as to the nature of the special assignment Imu mentioned.

Suzune remained in her spot, merely putting her book down while Miyabi stood next to the desk in her typical intimidating manner and even her being in her underwear didn't make her seem any less fearsome. Meanwhile, the rest of the students knelt in a neat line in front of them. After a few introductory and boring announcements Suzune finally addressed Ippan specifically.

"Ippan."

"Yes sensei?"

"You've certainly shown your skill in combat trials and just enough knowledge in your exams," the "just enough" she included stung him a little. "I think it's about time we gave you your first real assignment. Imu, please remind the class of Ippan's current grades."

"Yes sensei." After clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, Imu began to recite Ippan's grades from memory, "Melee combat and endurance were each determined as a B grade, his ranged combat is a solid A grade, and his knowledge of shinobi lore is barely passing with a C. However, the areas he truly seems to excel at are espionage, evasive tactics, and chakra manipulation; all of which are his highest grades at S rank." It was true, Ippan had a knack for going unnoticed. While that would ordinarily be problematic for a high schooler, it was great for a ninja. With these new rings he would probably be even better at it now. Imu then continued to describe his academic profile, which was lackluster, but he wasn't sure what it had to do with anything.

Speaking of the rings, Ippan realized they could let him get away with breaking standard class protocol while Suzune explained his mission to him. He grinned a bit as he peered over to Ryouna's huge, bare breasts right next to him, and slowly moved his hand over to touch one. At last the tits that had nearly suffocated him time and time again could be felt without any restraint and without any thick uniforms in the way. He gave the pillowy flesh a squeeze which elicited a whimper of delight from the fellow ninja.

"Quite," Suzune punctuated Imu's longwinded description. "With this in mind, I think the best mission that I could—" Ryouna let out a moan. "Ryouna, could you please keep it down while I am speaking? It is quite rude."

"Sorry, sensei." Ryouna whimpered. This was amazing, not only was Ippan able to get away with fondling a classmate during class but said classmate would be in more trouble than him for it because she was making too much noise. It was a damn shame Ippan's grandfather had to croak, he'd love to shake the man's hand for giving him such a wonderful gift. He truly did impart the best part of his estate to his grandson after all.

Ippan liked Ryouna though and didn't want her to get into any serious trouble on his behalf. At first, he puzzled over how to play with her without her making too much noise, then he had an idea. He moved his fingers up to her lips and began to poke and prod them lightly. They were unbelievably soft, almost as soft as those tits of hers. Not content to be simply touched, Ryouna stuck her tongue out and gave Ippan's fingers a playful lick as they poked.

"Ahem, anyway," Suzune continued, "I think the best mission I could give you is a simple spy mission. The headmaster has been hounding me for information on some of the other shinobi schools throughout Japan, information that I have been having difficulty acquiring." Ippan nodded, though he was currently distracted by having his fingers licked and sensually sucked by the blonde masochist next to him, shinobi training made him very good at multitasking. He was absorbing every bit of information.

"Your mission will be to infiltrate and assimilate into one of the nearby schools. You will go under the guise of a transfer student and while you are there attempt to uncover the schools' secrets. You will not be going as a shinobi, just an ordinary student, keep that in mind."

As Suzune was explaining these details, Ippan urged Ryouna closer to him. He spread his legs open and brought the blonde masochist between them, letting her delightful springy butt press into the growing bulge in his pants. He left his fingers in her lips, letting her suck on them vigorously as he groped and squeezed her bare chest with his other hand. He was delighting in the way his hand sunk into the flesh, and knowing how much she enjoyed pain, he made no effort to be gentle with the way he was handling her tits.

Ippan looked around to gauge the reactions to the siutuation. Ryouna appeared to be absolutely delighted, and was moving herself up and down to grind her butt into his crotch while noisily slurping on his fingers. Ryoubi simply rolled her eyes in an annoyed but otherwise nonplussed way. Miyabi's expression seemed shocked for a moment, but her composure soon returned to normal. Murasaki didn't seem to notice and was zoning out as usual. Imu looked slightly annoyed but was otherwise unfazed. Suzune had absolutely no change in demeanor. She was blushing slightly, but this seemed to be a result of all eyes being on her while she was half-naked more than anything else. This once again solidified the idea to Ippan that what he did wasn't invisible to others, just normalized.

"In all likelihood, you will end up infiltrating up to three different schools over the next couple of months, but I have yet to decide on which one you will be attending first. You will have two weeks in each school, and in that time, you must gather as much information as you can in any way you can without giving away your identity."

As his sensei continued to debrief him, Ippan had begun to actually move his hips along with Ryouna's, happily dry-humping her amazing ass. He sort of wanted to do more but was unsure about what he could actually get away with.

"Which schools might I be going to?" Ippan managed to ask despite his pleasured grunting.

"Hanzo and Gessen, are the two I'm deciding between now. There are many others out there, however, and any of the shinobi schools we know about are possible options for the third."

"Gessen?" Ippan asked with a bit of confusion in his voice. "Isn't that an all-girls school? How would I manage to infiltrate an all-girls academy as a student?"

"I don't think you'll stand out too much," Ippan was about to feel insulted but then he remembered his rings. He supposed it was actually true, he could go anywhere and he wouldn't look out of place. He wondered if his sensei just banked on an ability he had that she didn't even know he had. Her instincts must have been sharp as a razor.

In the meantime, Ippan wasn't sure he could take the dry-humping much longer. He reached down and unzipped his pants, letting his cock out so it could touch Ryouna's soft rear directly. As soon as he began grinding again, effectively hotdogging against the blonde's ass, she started humming intensely around his fingers, a reaction that elicited a glare from Suzune that silenced her. However, Ippan could feel Ryouna's entire bottom half twitching slightly, and her whole body shuddered briefly before calming down again and returning to her regular hip motions.

Did she just… cum? Though he was mentally reeling from the idea that Ryouna would climax just from being groped and grinded against, he didn't stop, continuing to press against her and even roughly pinching her cute pink nipples now. When he did, he felt her tongue tense up and she let out a few quiet whimpers, clearly in an effort to not make as much noise as she desperately wanted to.

"This mission is extremely dangerous, however, if you are caught you could very likely be killed on the spot," Suzune continued, "thanks to this I can't, in good conscience, send you alone." It wasn't a problem initially with the rings, but now it might have been a problem. Ippan wasn't sure if he could extend the ring's powers to someone else. "I haven't quite decided on who to send with you, yet. I will have the decision made by tomorrow, be ready for it first thing when you arrive."

"Understood sensei," Ippan's reply was jagged and breathy, and it should be no surprise either because in that moment he began to ejaculate himself. This was the first time he had ever done anything remotely like this with someone else, and he couldn't handle how soft Ryouna was basically everywhere. His cum was shooting out in many long and sticky ropes all over Ryouna's back. In the meantime she hadn't stopped moving, seeming to want to milk him dry with her delightful rear.

"All right, it's time for drills!" Miyabi announced suddenly, causing Murasaki to almost comically jump in surprise.

It was in this moment that Ippan realized he was nowhere close to stopping. His ejaculation was lasting much longer than normal, and as much as he would like to assume it was because of how enthusiastic Ryouna was being, he was almost sure this was the rings' doing.

Thinking fast, Ippan spoke, "It is normal for people who are busy doing something with me to be excused from anything else until they are finished. Citing me as a reason will result in no disciplinary consequences."

"Except you, Ryouna," Miyabi immediately corrected, "but you better get in here quick when you're finished." Miyabi then walked out of the room, blushing slightly. She actually looked kinda cute. Thoughts for later.

Soon it was just Ippan and Ryouna in the room, and the latter turned around letting the former shoot the rest of his load onto her frontside as well before leaning down and mashing her tits into his twitching cock. He could see the cleavage ooze slightly with white cream as he continued to unload between them.

"Ah~! It's twitching so much, Ippan!" she exclaimed, giggling. "My butt must have felt really good for you to cum this much."

"It was amazing," Ippan replied, breathily as he finally felt his climax die down. That was certainly much longer than he expected. His ejaculation went for at least thirty seconds, which he was pretty sure wasn't normal. More to the point, all of Ippan's shinobi training couldn't have prepared him for that, so he was out of breath and sensitive.

Meanwhile, Ryouna was quickly dragging her fingers along her breasts and face, trying to scoop up the pearly white spunk that she got covered with and then licking it off her fingers.

"Ohhh wooow~!" she exclaimed after gulping down a lot of it and leaning back on her arms making her breast wobble delightfully. "Your stuff is soooo tasty, Ippan!"

"Have you done that before?" Ippan asked her as they both relaxed a little. Going purely by the way she acted, Ippan wouldn't be surprised to know that Ryouna did stuff like this all the time with all sorts of people.

"Nuh-uh! Sis never lets me play with anyone even though I have always wanted to," she responded. Now that Ippan considered it, that actually made more sense. Ryoubi's trigger-happy nature meant that nobody would have even been able to get close. Ryouna gasped suddenly, as if realizing something, "Ippan! Maybe I can do lots of naughty stuff with you! It's normal for you, after all. I'd love it if you used me however you wanted." She wiggled around in delight.

Ippan wasn't about to turn down an offer like that, "Hell yeah. I'd love to."

Ryouna jumped up in celebration, making her breasts bounce wildly, "Yay!"

"It would probably be wise to head to the dojo though, before Miyabi murders us." Ippan said.

"Okay, we'll play more later though!" Ryouna exclaimed and started skipping off toward the dojo, leaving Ippan alone to collect his thoughts. Since the rings couldn't directly make people do what he wanted them to, Ryouna getting into the hotdogging and groping session he had given her had nothing to do with the rings. It was all her being eager to try something truly sexual for the first time. Certainly, this method wasn't going to work with everyone. Ippan's potential molestees would never get upset with him for putting his dick in strange places, but they wouldn't always be eager about it either.

That gave him an idea for a new social norm he could enact. For now, however, he decided to go and watch the practice drills. Nobody would actually expect him to participate now, and watching his classmates run around in combat drills in their underwear would be a wonderful sight.

The open-air dojo was as big as the school's gymnasium. The floor of the room was a ten-foot layer of thick dirt and a cracked concrete slab beneath it. Ippan knew it was cracked because he could very vividly remember the day that he was sparring with Miyabi and a single downward kick miraculously missed him and instead collided with the ground, blowing a crater through all ten feet of dirt and cracking the concrete below. He immediately recognized that Miyabi was out of his league and used the resulting dust storm to make a quick retreat. Evasion tactics was one of his top grades, after all. The room's perimeter was lined with seven feet of wood paneling, primarily for viewing if not everyone was participating, and this paneling was set a foot up from the dirt.

The resulting ledge made a perfect place for Ippan to park himself as he watched Ryoubi, Ryouna, Murasaki, and Imu smash and slash training puppets to bits in their underwear. Suzune-sensei and Miyabi were standing on the sidelines near Ippan watching the trials unfold. He noticed that none of them had activated their Shinobi Transformations yet, and he wondered why.

"Hey Miyabi, why haven't they transformed yet?"

Miyabi gave Ippan a sideways glance and replied, "Shinobi Transformation is both at the same time our greatest weapon and our cruelest crutch. It makes us more powerful, but it can't make us wiser."

Suzune finished, apparently having heard their conversation. "To put it a bit less vaguely, shinobi transformation does not simply add to our abilities, it multiplies them. Therefore, the more powerful we are without the transformation, the more powerful we will be with it."

Ippan nodded and now that he considered it, he remembered hearing something about that before. Shinobi lore was his worst grade, after all. He was somewhat amused by the fact that neither Suzune, with her sky-high expectations nor Miyabi, the intimidating hardass, seemed to care about him not joining them for practice drills.

"Murasaki! Quit standing around, help your sister!" Miyabi yelled out to scold Murasaki, who wasn't really doing her part. Neither was Ippan, but that was perfectly normal.

He took a moment to ponder about the rings' power to grant him passive normality. It didn't make him invisible, and in fact it didn't even make it so people wouldn't notice him if he was in their presence. It seemed that it just made his presence never seen as out of the ordinary no matter where he was or what he was doing. By the same token, his actions didn't go unnoticed either. Everybody else was very much reacting to him when he was fondling Ryouna's soft body, they just weren't at all shocked or upset by his actions. Ryoubi even rolled her eyes like it was something that happened all the time, like she was saying "here we go again" in her head.

Ippan thought for a second about the rings. The powers the rings granted were two specific ones, a passive "aura" of normality that made himself and everything he did perfectly normal to everyone else, likely the result of the "normal self" ring. The "normal world" ring granted a power to rewrite the standard rules of conduct or alter what was considered normal by society. Ippan idly wondered if both rings needed to be worn in order for either effect to work.

Time to experiment. He hadn't made a rule that he didn't have to join practice drills, so the fact that they weren't getting on his case about it was very much the result of the "normal self" ring's effect. If he took off one of the rings and they start getting upset, he would know that only one of the rings was controlling that power.

He started with removing the "normal world" ring. Nobody was getting upset at him, and the rules he set were definitely still in place, since everyone was still doing drills in their undies like nothing was wrong. This confirmed that both rings were not necessary for the effects of one or the other to be maintained. Curiously, though, even though he wasn't wearing the "normal world" ring, the rules he made were clearly still in effect. He wondered if he could still make rules without the ring. I was certainly worth a try.

"It's normal for Miyabi to do jumping jacks while she is observing the practice drills," he commanded. The thought of seeing Miyabi's tits bounce all over the place while jumping up and down was a pleasant one. Miyabi sadly didn't move an inch, but also didn't react to what he said. So, even though the rules he already made were still being followed, he couldn't make new ones unless he wore the ring. That was helpful information to know.

He then decided to experiment the other way. He replaced the "normal world" ring and removed the "normal self" ring. The moment the metal was no longer touching his finger he heard the sound of fury.

"IPPAN!" Miyabi yelled in a tone Ippan had grown to fear. Thinking fast, he replaced the ring just before she got to him. As soon as the ring was back in place she relaxed and turned back to watching the drills.

The result of that poorly conceived experiment was that the passive normality effect was contained only in the "normal self" ring. Interestingly though, his rule changes seemed to remain in effect even without rings on.

It was definitely a helpful observation that the rules were permanent, and wouldn't stop just because he removed the "world" ring. He supposed that was in an effort to maintain general normality. After all, if the rules suddenly stopped working, a lot of people would suddenly start freaking out.

Ippan put both rings back on though, because he wasn't quite done with them. If he laid down the right rules, he wouldn't even need the rings anymore. Then again he wasn't sure if the effects eventually faded after not having the rings for a long period of time, and he didn't really have a long period of time to experiment with the idea, so he decided it would be safer to just have them both on to be sure, at least while he was awake and doing things.

Ippan glanced over at the clock on the wall to see that the period was almost over. Time flies when you're having fun, he mused. After this period, it wopuld be lunch-time. He heard the familiar bell chime once again echo through the halls.

"Ippan," Suzune got Ippan's attention before he exited through the rotating wall, "prepare yourself mentally for your assignment, I'll have the details for you tomorrow but make sure your personal affairs are in order."

"Understood, sensei." With that he walked out the door… wall? He still was not entirely sure what to call it. The halls leading up to the cafeteria were crowded as always, and he had to bump his way past quite a few people on his way over there. A few of their resulting angered expressions quickly turned apologetic once they saw the insignia on his collar. Being an elite had perks.

"Ippan!" he heard a familiar voice call out over the crowd. A quick look was enough to spot Ippan's best friend Iyoshi Sanji making his way toward him. He was shorter than Ippan by a few inches and considerably scrawnier, not that the shinobi was much of a beefcake himself, with dark blue hair and bright green eyes. The two were childhood friends and Sanji going to Hebijo was one of the determining factors for Ippan's own decision to attend.

"Sanji! How are ya?"

"I uh, I dunno," he replied, matching Ippan's stride and walking beside him. "I kinda decided that today was the day I uh… asked her." He looked a bit nervous.

The "her" in question was his crush since middle school, a nice girl by the name of Tomire Hana. She was reasonably cute but not really Ippan's type. Sanji, on the other hand, was head-over-heels for the girl and spent the last three years working up the courage to ask her out. It looked like today was the day he finally decided to step up to the challenge.

"Well that's good, it's about time," Ippan teased.

"I'm still really nervous about it though, I'm just not really sure how she will react. I mean, there's that rumor that she really likes Saru, and he's like this really athletic guy who's totally handsome, and I'm just some wimpy, nerdy loser. I just don't know." He wasn't wrong. Being a shinobi and a member of the elites had perks when it came to information gathering, being up to speed on local gossip and confirming or debunking school rumors was actually an assignment Ippan had to do regularly. Hana did in fact have the hots for Saru Iji.

What Ippan also knew was that Saru Iji was the scum of the Earth. He had date-raped many of his former girlfriends, then blackmailed them to keep them quiet, usually with photos. If Hana did get mixed up with him it would end poorly for her. Ippan could vouch for Sanji though. He was a nerd and pervert, but he was by no means dangerous to anyone but himself really. If anything, he was too nice for his own good. He was also Ippan's best friend, and he wished there was something he could have done to help—.

I'm a god damn idiot. Ippan really needed to stop forgetting about the rings.

"Listen here, Sanji," in typical best-friend fashion Ippan threw his arm around Sanji's shoulders and leaned in close, "Hana is the girl of your dreams. You've known this for three years straight. And now you've finally decided to go and ask her. I say you ask her. Saru might be good-looking, sure, but I bet he's a scumbag deep down. And since girls typically have pretty keen instincts for that sort of thing, I'd say it'd be pretty normal for Hana to instinctually know how much of a jerk Saru is." There, now she wouldn't be interested in Saru any longer.

"Furthermore," Ippan continued before Sanji could interject, "you are a great guy. Best guy I know, hell, better than yours truly. Like I said, ladies have keen senses for that kind of thing, and normally she would just know you're the right guy for her the moment you asked. And when she inevitably accepts your proposal, I'd normally say she's gonna be the woman of your dreams." Ippan wasn't sure if the last change was specific enough to work, but he hoped it would be. He was almost certain she already was gonna be the best girl for him, but better safe than sorry.

Ippan wasn't lying about believing that Sanji was a better man than him. Ippan agreed to become an akunin, a shinobi that earns the dirty kind of money gotten through stealing, spying, and assassination. Sanji wanted to be a marine biologist. If Sanji knew the kind of oath the shinobi took he would be disgusted with Ippan, and he very well should have been as far as the latter was concerned.

But now Ippan had these rings, and with it he made Sanji's life just a little better even if he didn't know it. Maybe Ippan could get himself a better life with these things. This mission might just be the best thing to happen to him in a while, barring the rings of course. He could use it to do a little soul-searching.

Chapter 2: Forging a New Path

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Lunch was uneventful. Ippan and Sanji ate a quick meal before the latter decided to run off to go ask Hana to be his girlfriend. Ippan was supremely confident that she would accept, given that he sort of altered fate to make it so. Ippan thought briefly about telling Sanji about the rings, but he wasn't sure there would be a way to prove to him that they worked, given that his friend would also be affected by them.

Ippan looked over the dwindling cafeteria and thought about his own romantic prospects. With the rings he could do for himself exactly what he just did with Sanji. But somehow using the rings to force a girl to love him would just make the experience feel much less real. Ippan would be perfectly happy to cheat his way into getting his foot in the door of a relationship, but he didn't feel comfortable using them to actually trick them into loving him. Maybe functionally there was no difference, but either way it was how he felt so that was that.

Ippan then realized that with the power of the rings he didn't have to limit himself to just one partner, he could have a harem. Following that realization, everything started to fall into place. The assignment. He could go to these other schools and pick out his favorite girls from each one, assembling his very own team of waifus. It was perfect. With a bit of thought he decided to use the rings to set up some fundamentals.

"Those who are in love with me will not normally be jealous of me when I am doing perverted or sexual things with other people," this would take care of a very important potential kink in this plan. Ippan wasn't done though.

"Normally, when I ask someone to join my harem, they will accept so long as they would normally agree to be in a relationship with me." After a pause, Ippan continued, "Normally, women who are interested in being in a relationship with me will take the initiative and ask to join my harem. If I decline their offer, it would be normal for such an event to not hurt their feelings, and for them to remain open to a relationship if I approach them later assuming nothing significant has changed between us." This would make sure that nobody would be upset by Ippan's refusal, and also left the possibility open later if he changed his mind.

"Those who are in my harem will normally live with me and nobody else will be concerned or upset by this fact." Ippan had to admit he was getting a little bit excited by this whole idea. "It is normal for members of my harem to slowly grow closer to other members of my harem over time." He left this one vague because he didn't want to override someone's sexuality, but he definitely didn't want them to hate each other. "If a girl is in my harem, normally men will not make advances on them." He specified the male gender because he had a bit of a thing for girl-on-girl action.

And he had one last change as a cherry on top, "Members of my harem will normally not cheat on me without my permission." There might be changes he would want to make later, but he decided to just let those come as they do. Just in time too, the bell rang announcing the end of the lunch period. Next on the agenda was two more classes. Ippan was a bit annoyed until he remembered that he shared his next period with Ryouna. That was going to make things interesting.

Ippan's next class was mathematics, the one subject that he wasn't absolutely terrible in. Or maybe it was the only class he actually made an effort in. Math problems were easy for Ippan to understand, there was always a clear-cut answer he could wrap his brain around. Math problems were each like puzzles and he just had to find the right solution them.

But today he had something new to distract himself with. Ryouna was sitting in the seat next to him. One would think with her overly sexual demeanor and extreme masochism she would have made for a very distracting neighbor in general; but she usually just slept in this class most of the time, almost immediately upon entry in fact.

Today though, she was wide awake and constantly squirming around in her seat. A couple of times Ippan caught her staring at him with a sideways glance and a smile. Ippan could tell that Ryouna was eager to do something naughty with him, and the feeling was mutual, but something told him that if he waited for the right moment, he might not have to make too many social norm changes to get it done. He had specifically been avoiding giving himself the power to request sex freely because letting them come to him appealed to him more.

It wasn't long before Ippan noticed Ryouna squirming a bit more than usual. A quick glance told him everything he needed to know. Her face was flush, and she was looking at him. One of her hands was gripping a pencil holding it over a blank notebook, her other hand was plunged between her legs, rubbing her crotch.

Before today, Ippan would have been lucky if any girl out there looked at him with disdain or contempt. Now he had one of the hottest and most perverted girls in the entire academy masturbating to the sight of him. He wondered if this day could get any better.

He decided to write a note to Ryouna.

What are you up to over there? He wrote and passed the note to her. Her reply was quick, probably as not to distract her too much. Her handwriting was very adorable, if a bit shaky due to her current activity.

Just remembering something fun that happened last period~

Ippan was now half-hard. He was about to write a reply when another note appeared on his desk.

I skipped lunch ;)

He was You were now painfully hard. Another note.

This bitch wants to taste Ippan's tasty bone right now~ But we're in class… :( And that was all the encouragement Ippan needed.

"Don't you know, Ryouna," he whispered to her, "it's normal for people to be exempt from classroom activities if they are participating in sexual activities with me."

Her eyes lit up immediately as though she had just remembered what he said was true.

"Sakurai-sensei." Ippan raised his hand.

"Yes, what is it Norizuka?" the middle-aged math teacher replied.

"Ryouna is going to suck my cock for a bit," Ippan felt a rush of hotness as he said this. He didn't think he would ever get over how satisfying it was to say things like that to an authority figure without any consequences.

Sakurai blinked but then just rubbed his balding head. "Very well, try to keep it down though, I don't want it to distract the other students too much."

With official confirmation from the teacher, Ryouna was on her knees and underneath Ippan's desk nearly in an instant, her speed reminding him that she was clearly a shinobi in addition to being a wannabe slut. With gusto, she removed his cock from his pants, and he could practically see her eyes sparkle when she saw his throbbing member. She was about to dig in when Ippan put his finger to her nose to stop her, she looked up at him curiously.

"Ryouna, you're a very kinky girl, right?" he whispered.

"This bitch is the kinkiest~!" she announced proudly and excitedly, but still in a hushed tone.

"Do you happen to have a pair of handcuffs on you?" he asked, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.

Ryouna gasped a bit and then returned the wicked smile, but in a very cute way. She reached under her skirt and revealed a pair of fancy hand-cuffs, one cuff was accented blue while the other was red. Ippan wasn't quite sure exactly where she produced those from, but shinobi were good at hiding things on their person. Even he was currently carrying sixty-two shuriken, twelve kunai, and a couple smoke bombs in various hidden locations.

He took the cuffs and reached beneath the desk, with some effort he managed to cuff her hands together behind her back and then put the key on top of his desk.

"No using your hands."

"Awww okay, but only on one condition," She beamed up at him.

"What's that?"

"Ryouna wants Ippan to insult her soo baaad~!" She wiggles and gave him an adorable little pout. "Ippan is always too nice to Ryouna, she wants him to treat her like the worthless bitch she is~!" To be fair, the only reason Ippan had always been so nice to her before now was four simple words.

Bullet. To. The brain.

"Um, okay then. You're a stupid whore," he managed to say, a bit awkwardly. He clearly wasn't used to this. She ate it up though, immediately brightening her blush and pressing her soft cheek against his hard cock.

"Mmm yes, Ippan, more more~!" Hearing, seeing, and feeling her approval unlocked something inside of Ippan, a fetish he never knew he had. He loved this, and the twitch of his cock proved it to the bicolor-eyed masochist.

"All right then, but if you want me to call you what you really are, you have to earn it first," this demand seemed to get her really going. She wiggled her hips and finally plunged her lips down onto Ippan's stiff rod, letting out a delighted whimper as she felt the meat fill her entire mouth. The feeling was delightful. He heard her inhale deeply through her nose and then pull herself off to sigh with pleasure.

"Ippan~ Ryouna is already going to cum!" she announced, suddenly. A second later her hips were twitching in a familiar way and she plunged her head back down onto his cock, moaning into it. She came just from him insulting her, filling her mouth with his cock, and then smelling his crotch. Ippan was quickly falling in love with this kinky slut of a kunoichi.

Once she finished orgasming, she finally began to move her head, sliding her lips slowly up and down Ippan's shaft. Very slowly. Her pace was almost agonizingly slow, but the virgin was loving every second of it. This was mostly because he got to really enjoy the feeling of her soft lips on every single inch of his cock and her moist tongue dragging itself along the underside. He got the feeling she was doing it so she could savor how it felt and tasted. This was everything he could have hoped for in a first blowjob.

"That's so good, Ryouna. You're such a good cocksucker. Keep going, keep sucking on me until you're addicted to the taste." Ippan was desperately fighting the urge to cum immediately. The slow-job she was giving him felt way too damned good. He had no idea going this slow could be so pleasurable, they were always going pretty fast in the porn he watched.

"I can't believe this is your first time, you're too good at this," Ippan whispered, a bit deviously, "skill like this can only come from giving blowjobs on the regular. Like it's your personal hobby to hang out in shifty bars and offer free blowjobs to all comers. That seems more likely, I think." Of course, as this was Ippan's first time as well, he had no idea if this was true. But he figured that the masochist would enjoy the implication, nonetheless.

Ryouna responded with a delighted whimper and on her next trip down his shaft she plunged it all the way this time, sliding down to the base with his cock sheathed in her throat. He couldn't believe the incredible tightness and loved it. She hummed with delight as he filled up her throat and stopped there. He was in heaven; Ippan's head was tilted back in pleasure and his legs were stretched out completely to either side of him. He was determined not to cum yet, though, and used every ounce of willpower he had to stop himself from unleashing a torrent of sperm into her waiting stomach.

But then she started swallowing. Still with Ippan's cock completely enclosed in her mouth she began to move the muscles in her throat, causing ripples of pleasure to get sent all the way down his shaft from every direction. It was too much, and it brought him over the top. With a grunt he started to ejaculate right down her throat. There was a slight squeak of surprise from her, but then a moan of ecstasy as she no doubt began to feel her belly filling up with his sperm. Her swallowing continued to milk him for every last drop that he had.

"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!..." despite promising to remain somewhat quiet, Ryouna's swallowing echoed through the room very lewdly, though nobody seemed to mind. Ippan on the other hand was discovering yet another kink, and that was listening to the sounds of someone swallowing his load.

She pulled her head back from the base, this time keeping only the tip of Ippan's cock in her lips, "Gulp… gulp… gulp…" her swallowing sounds became more intense but more infrequent, making Ippan guess that she was likely waiting until her mouth filled up before swallowing each load. Once again, this ejaculation lasted for at least twenty more seconds after that, and a few of the guys in the class, while not bothered, looked over at him with admiration in their eyes.

When the streams of cum finally stopped she pulled herself off of his cock, making a little pop! noise and sighing with pleasure.

"Ippan came so much, Ryouna is so full now!"

Ippan was in such a state of bliss that he nearly forgot his promise to her, but her expecting eyes kindly reminded him.

"Ryouna, you are the dirtiest, sluttiest, filthiest little pig I have ever met."

Her eyes lit up and she wiggled happily. "Oink oink!" She exclaimed cutely with her hands on her flushed cheeks. "Piggy is so happy that Ippan called her what she really was~" Ippan couldn't help but smile and pet her, ruffling her already messy, blonde hair.

After Ippan removed her handcuffs, she giggled and sat back down in her seat, laying her head down on the desk with a contented sigh and probably drifting off to sleep for the rest of the class.

Ippan used the rest of this period and the entirety of the next period, which he shared only with Murasaki, to recover from his intense blowjob.

When the bell rang to announce the end of classes for the day, Ippan wandered around for a while until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sanji sent him a text with a photo. It was a selfie with himself and Hana posing together cutely. It looked like everything went over smoothly with him and Ippan was glad. In fact, he was really happy. Yesterday, when Sanji talked about Hana it only made Ippan feel depressed, knowing that Hana was after a guy who was invariably going to hurt her. The shinobi youth thought many times of secretly giving Hana some evidence condemning Saru, but there would be no way the other shinobi of the academy would have been cool with that. He would have been executed for it. Ippan almost did it anyway.

But today, seeing this text made him happier than he had been in years. His best friend was going to spend the rest of his life with his middle-school crush. With a few sentences Ippan changed his entire life for the better and probably Hana's life too.

With a healthy degree of confidence, Ippan decided that what he needed after the events of today was a relaxing stay at the local onsen. It was on the way home anyway, he may as well.

The chipper clerk at the desk welcomed Ippan as he paid the entry fee. She then directed him to the dressing rooms. He was about to step through the doorway meant for male customers, but then remembered his rings and knew he could make one of his long-time dreams into a reality.

When Ippan's foot first landed inside the women's changing room he had an immediate sense that he shouldn't be here. Like the sudden feeling of vertigo after stepping into the wrong room. This was a room that men around the world could only enter so casually in their dreams, and here he was. He then noticed that he was alone, and he could hear no sounds coming from the hot spring itself. His heart sank.

"Aw man," Ippan said to himself, "must have come at the wrong time of day." Now that he considered it, this time of day was pretty early for the typical hot-spring-goer.

Just then, he heard someone enter the changing room with him. He turned to look, worried that the only person who was likely to attend an onsen at this time of day was the elderly. He was pleasantly surprised, however, to find that the guest was actually gorgeous. She was about his age and height and dressed quite casually in a plain white tank-top, tight jeans, and a pair of belted sandals.

Her hair was jet black and short, only going down to her chin, but with silver tips. Her eyes, too, were vibrantly, and almost hauntingly, silver in color, actually sparkling slightly in the light of the changing room. She had healthy proportions, and while her breasts weren't as large as Ippan's fellow elite shinobi, they were still quite large for the average girl.

"Oh, hello," she gave him a friendly half-smile when their eyes met.

Ippan was immediately smitten, "Wow, I mean, uh, hi."

She giggled, "Decided to get a good view before heading in for a bath, huh?"

It took until she began to casually strip out of her clothes, starting with her tank top revealing a plain white bra, for Ippan to realize she was addressing the fact that he was in the women's changing room.

Seeing as how she was being casual enough to bring it up, Ippan saw no reason to lie, "Guilty as charged." He tried his best to maintain eye-contact but couldn't help but stare at the girl's sizeable chest, especially contained in a bra that was just barely lighter than her own milky skin.

"Well, get an eyeful, I don't mind. By the way, the girl attached to the tits you're ogling, her name is Shibito. Nice to meet you," she giggled again, a sound Ippan was growing addicted to.

"Uh, Ippan. I'm Ippan."

She pulled down her pants next, and Ippan enjoyed the way her breasts swayed when she bent over to pull her feet from the legs.

"You gonna strip too so you can join me or are you just here for the changing room?" she asked.

Ippan figured that when a girl this pretty asked him to strip, he needed to hustle. He almost went to make the hand-seal to make his clothes vanish but realized this was just an ordinary girl so that would have been a breach of secrecy. In light of that, he swiftly began to disrobe the normal way, putting the chakra clothes into the basket next to hers.

The moment Ippan's penis came into view he noticed that Shibito made a shocked and impressed expression, but otherwise did not lose stride in disrobing herself, removing her own bra with incredible ease. Ippan had never really considered his dick size before when compared to other men, but if that reaction was anything to go by, he probably had a pretty good size, and he felt some measure of pride in this revelation.

Finally, her panties dropped to the ground and she knelt down to pick them up. Ippan could see the gentle mounds of her shaved pussy in all of their glory now, and he liked what he saw, a lot. He had never seen a vagina that was uncensored before, the real thing was fascinating to him.

After both of them were sufficiently naked, they both entered the onsen on the women's side. There was no reason to separate now, after all. Every onsen was co-ed for Ippan now. Shibito made her way over to the edge of the open-air hot spring and dipped her feet in. She let out a sigh of contentedness and then sat down on the stone ledge. She put her hands behind her and leaned back on them, making her breasts wobble slightly. After admiring the view for a moment, Ippan took the spot next to her, doing almost the same. He spent a long time just staring at her. She was smiling that same half-smile again.

"You look happy," she said, breaking the silence.

"Well, it's just that you're so beautiful," Ippan replied, and was satisfied to see her blush at the compliment.

"Thanks, you're sweet," there was another brief moment of silence.

"I love to bathe. Especially in hot springs like this," she said, "it's like all the troubles of the world just melt away and I can finally relax." Her voice was even and calm.

"Yeah. I don't do it enough," Ippan admitted as his gaze shifted to the rippling water of the spring.

"I come here all the time, usually this time of day because it's empty. I'm actually kind of shy, believe it or not."

"Didn't seem like that to me," Ippan replied, remembering clearly how she pulled off her clothes without any hesitation and only realizing after he said it why it was stupid.

"I meant socially. I'm not really shy about my body, I know what I have going on. But either way, I dunno, you're different, I guess. I don't feel very awkward around you like I do with other people." Ippan was happy to hear that, but knew it was likely the rings' doing. "You said your name was Ippan, right? What school do you go to?"

Ippan had to think about this one. In a couple days he would officially be "transferred" to another school, but he was pretty sure this girl wasn't from Hebijo so it was a safe bet.

"Hebijo, up the hill."

"Oh, that place that only just recently went co-ed? Wow, must be a lot of cute girls there."

Ippan was about to fall into the trap of thinking about this girl like she was just another one of the guys and was about to be a bit too honest in his response to this statement.

"Yeah, I guess. I mostly went because my buddy was going," he said, not technically lying since Sanji was a major factor. "How about you? Where are you going?"

Shibito suddenly turned her head away for a moment and looked a little unsure of herself, "Uh, well… I used to go to Kinkou academy, not far from here. But I'm a drop-out of sorts now. Just working odd jobs here and there to survive."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Must be hard."

She shrugged, "It can be a pain sometimes, but I enjoy the freedom. I found some other people in the same boat as me and they've been helping me out and giving me a place to live until I get on my feet."

"That's nice of them," Ippan nodded and then smiled at her. Even though he just met this girl, he genuinely wanted the best for her. He was head over heels for Shibito already.

The two of them chatted together for quite some time. If Ippan hadn't been a teenager whose head was clouded with affection for this girl, he may have noticed that she was learning more about him than he was about her. He may have also found that fact suspect. As it stood, he noticed none of it, and would not question it until much much later.

"… and so it comes to the end of the school day and Sanji texts me a photo of him and Hana hugging and smiling." Ippan finished relaying the events of earlier today, leaving out the parts about the rings and their role in the situation.

"Aw that's so sweet! You were quite a match-maker."

Ippan shrugged, "He's my best friend and a much better man than me. He deserves to be happy, and Hana's a lucky gal to have a guy like him now."

"You don't sound like such a bad guy," Shibito said and looked him in the eyes with her own piercing silver ones.

He blushed slightly, "Hey, uh, look, I wanna ask you something."

"My answer is yes. Dinner. Meet me outside this onsen at 6 o'clock on Thursday. Think you can make it?"

It was like she read his mind, or she was thinking about the exact same thing. "Oh, yeah that should be great!" He ginned wider than he meant to, and she giggled. It was Monday today, so that wasn't even that far away.

They chatted for a bit longer, and then actually went about cleaning themselves, then left together, already cracking jokes and making each other laugh.

After saying his goodbyes Ippan began his walk home. It was starting to get dark by the time he left the onsen and the two split up. He could have gotten home much more quickly thanks to his shinobi speed, but tonight of all nights he wanted to bask in the amazing day he had. His mind was primarily on Shibito, he was on cloud nine and was ecstatic that she agreed to go on a date with him. She was perfect in almost every way, and not just in her appearance.

His path took him through a side-road that was facing the setting sun, it was a good backdrop for the end of his day. Suddenly, he saw a shadow fall over him.

"Norizuka Ippan." A feminine voice called out to him. It was a woman standing between him and setting sun, casting her shadow upon Ippan. She was wearing a sailor uniform, marking her as a student, but he couldn't tell what school she was from, all he could see was her silhouette surrounded by the golden light of the twilight.

"Uh, yeah?" Ippan considered asking her how she knew his name, but he had a bad feeling about this. He shifted his position carefully so that he could summon his weapon swiftly and/or throw shuriken if he needed to. This was his favorite stance to take at the beginning of a battle, as it was not only flexible but still looked casual enough that it was difficult to tell what he was planning, or even to tell he was battle-ready.

"You've happened upon something pretty interesting, haven't you?"

"I don't really know what you're talking about."

"There's no point in playing the fool, Norizuka, I can clearly see the rings on your fingers. They glisten in the sunlight pretty clearly."

Ippan's eyes widened, "Who are you?" He finally asked.

"I am this world's guiding light. A beacon of hope." Ippan was suddenly aware of dark red walls encroaching his surroundings. A shinobi barrier. It looked like the jig was up. He saw a weapon materialize in her hand, a European-style rapier. He responded in kind, letting three shuriken drop from his sleeve in-between the fingers of his left hand while he summoned his trusty katana in his right hand. The light from the sun made these moves obvious, unfortunately, as their bladed edges caught its light.

Clever, he thought. She didn't just approach him from this angle for theatric effect, with the sun shining down at him, his movements and weapon attacks would be much easier to track. With that knowledge in mind he decided to adopt a more defensive stance until he could get a better vantage point.

"You didn't answer my question." Ippan reminded her, waiting for her first move.

"It doesn't really matter. A metaphorical answer is as good as you're going to get. Shinobi tenshin!" She shouted the final two words as she became enveloped in a familiar light. Her clothes changed their shape, placing her in what appeared to be a black leotard with European-style plated armor covering her arms and legs. In addition, a pair of feathery white wings extended from her back. "There's only one thing you really need to know about me anyway…"

"It's normal for her to hesitate before killing me." Ippan figured having insurance would be a good idea, in case this went south. He was a bit concerned that she used her transformation so quickly. If a shinobi was weakened then they could use the transformation as a second-wind, as it typically restored stamina. Any shinobi worth a damn ought to know that. Which meant she was either really confident in her ability to kill Ippan without getting hit, or… or perhaps she was trying to hide her identity. He couldn't identify her uniform, perhaps she didn't want him to know what school she was from.

She vanished. Ippan's eyes widened again and he panicked trying to find her, only to find she was right next to him, her rapier aiming right for his heart. She wasn't hesitating at all. With a bit of quick thinking he spun his katana blade in an arc to deflect the thin blade. He felt a few hairs get sliced as the tip of the rapier was suddenly guided upward into the sky. He wasted no time in retaliating, throwing the three shuriken at her in the hopes of driving her backward.

Now that she was closer, Ippan could get a better look at her. She had short, white hair about down to her neck, one jet-black right eye and one glowing red left eye. She had a strangely serene smile on her face and the intent to kill was very apparent.

"Your trick isn't going to work on me." She said as her grin widened and she lifted a hand to brush her hair out of her face, and as she did Ippan saw why. Around her index finger was a ring made of brass with an "N" etched into the surface.

With no shortage of panic, Ippan lifted his foot and kicked her in the gut before she could bring the rapier back down on top of him. She went sailing backward. Without hesitation, he put himself back into a defensive stance awaiting her return while he tried to consider his next move. She was fast, and if Ippan hadn't thought fast he would have been killed right then and there.

She finally stood back up and put her rapier into a piercing position. "I won't miss this time," she said and then Ippan prepared himself for the worst. It never came, as she seemed to take notice of something. She vanished but didn't reappear again. He saw the red walls begin to fade from the background. Ippan quickly unsummoned his katana but put his hand into his pocket, keeping another trio of shuriken clenched into his fist just in case.

He was suddenly aware of a presence next to him.

"Ippan," he turned his head to meet the gaze of his sensei, Suzune, "are you hurt?"

Ippan let out a sigh of relief and put away the shuriken, suddenly panting. "Holy shit, you saved my ass there, sensei." Clearly his would-be assassin left the moment she sensed Suzune's approach. "No, I'm fine, thanks, just a bit of a haircut. How did you know I was here? And how did you get here so fast?"

"Shinobi can sense a barrier being created if they are close enough. I happened to be nearby."

"What were you doing all the way out here?" he asked.

"I had an assignment. Don't worry I was already done when I noticed you. Tell me what happened, who was she?"

Ippan told his sensei all of the details he could remember but chose to leave out the rings. She wasn't likely to consider them significant anyway.

She rubbed her chin, deep in thought. "Her description doesn't match up with any of the Kunoichi I am aware of. This is concerning. She's less likely to attack with me around, though. I'll ghost you until tomorrow."

"All night?" Ippan's eyes widened a bit in shock. She was going through quite a bit of trouble.

"I don't have anything else to do tonight, besides, you are my student and therefore still under my care. It won't be too much trouble trust me, I brought something to read."

Ippan nodded and then she vanished from sight. With a shrug, he continued his walk home, thoughts racing like crazy.

He was sure he wasn't seeing things; she had the same rings that he had. They were a different metal, but they were definitely the same shape. He had to be extra careful, if there was someone else out there who had the same powers he did, they could really throw a wrench in his plans… or his life for that matter.

Chapter 3: Burning Passion

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Ippan decided that the time for leisurely strolls was over and made his way home much more quickly than before, getting to his front door in the span of a couple minutes. He wasn't worried about Suzune keeping up with him, he was fast, but he'd heard that Suzune was the fastest Shinobi in existence. His quickened pace was probably a light jog for her.

Ippan opened the door of his house and stepped inside. "I'm home," he called in.

"Hi," he heard his sister reply from the livingroom. Making his way through the short hallway into his living room he spied his sister, Midori, doing a set of push-ups in front of the TV.

"You're home late," she said, conversationally as she swapped positions to begin doing sit-ups.

"I decided to take a bath at the onsen today," Ippan replied. There was no further conversation on the subject as Ippan made his way around to sit on the couch.

Midori was Ippan's younger sister by a year and stood about a head shorter than him. She had messy, black hair worn in a ponytail most of the time for convenience and had a pair of inquisitive green eyes. For her entire teenage life, she had been a fitness junkie. She jogged to and from her school every day, did cardio for fun, and worked out basically any free moment she had. The result was that she had quite an athletic figure that was well-toned. Her current outfit consisted of a sports bra and spats, likely what she wore under her school uniform.

"So how did school go?" Ippan asked. She didn't go to the same school as him, instead going to the nearby Kinkou academy, and he was the older brother in a family where their parents were very much absent most of the time, so he felt obligated to ask.

"Excellent, as usual, got a perfect score on all three of my tests, and I had a locker full of girlfriend requests again," Midori replied haughtily.

Ippan rolled his eyes but took it in stride, "Any of them strike your fancy this time?"

"N-no!" Midori blushed furiously, "Bunch of small fries, none of them were worth my time. They wouldn't even be able to keep up with me."

Ippan smiled at her response. She stood up now and began doing squats. He was reminded of how much of a shame it was that she didn't go to Hebijo like himself, the shinobi would have scooped her up in an instant based solely on her work-ethic. She would have not only been an elite; she likely would have made class representative in no time once Miyabi graduated. She might have even gotten picked up over him to fill his spot. Then he might have lived a normal life.

But now that Ippan was thinking about shinobi, his mind wandered back to the mysterious kunoichi that had assaulted him on the way home. He wondered why she bothered to hide her uniform so carefully. Was she perhaps from one of the schools he was slated to infiltrate? Or maybe she was from a school that Hebijo didn't know was a shinobi school yet. That one didn't seem too likely, but who knew, there was bound to be one school or another they weren't aware had shinobi.

It took him far too long to realize that while he was zoning out and considering all this, his eyes had not been resting on the TV screen, instead they had been resting on his sister's breasts. The likes of which were bouncing each time she squatted down and came back up. It was his turn to blush, but she didn't notice his staring.

Without even thinking about what he was about to do, he spoke, "It's normal for Midori to work out topless in the house."

Instantaneously, she reached down and grabbed her sports bra, lifting it up and over her head without a word then tossing it to the couch next to Ippan. Her bare breasts were on display. She was smaller than even Shibito, the girl Ippan had met earlier today, but she was still sporting decently-sized breasts. Probably C cups, and they hadn't even finished growing yet.

The fact that Midori was Ippan's sister and that staring at her bare breasts like this was wrong hadn't crossed the young man's mind yet, his eyes were fixed on Midori's perky chest and the almost hypnotic way they bounced with each squat. He couldn't handle how adorable her soft red nipples looked topping her pale chest.

He moved his hand and it came into contact with the bra she tossed. Once again, purely on impulse, he grabbed the garment and brought it up to his face, breathing in the scent. It was sweetness mixed with the scent of feminine sweat, the likes of which he had grown to appreciate after having to frequently spar and train with a bunch of girls.

But it was in that moment he realized what he was doing. He blinked, put the bra back down on the couch, stood up, and left.

"Where are you going?" Midori asked.

"It's been a long day, I'm gonna go to bed early." Clearly the events of the day had been getting to him. He never would have even considered doing something like that otherwise. He needed to rest and clear his head.

The next morning, Ippan awoke feeling especially groggy. After a quick breakfast, Midori had left him some bacon and eggs, he took a long relaxing shower. While in the shower he couldn't help but remember what transpired the day before, especially what happened with his sister. He decided that he needed to be more careful and more aware of himself in general. Otherwise he might do something like that again. The rings gave him pretty significant power in many ways, but he needed to be careful how he used them. He did not undo the rule he had made regarding his sister's workout routine, but also did not realize this mistake until much later.

He was making himself uncomfortable thinking about this subject, so he moved on to how good Ryouna was at giving head. He found himself concerned about the taste of his own spunk for the first time in his life. And while he was sure that Ryouna would be more than happy to drink the stuff even if it tasted bad, since she was a masochist in nearly every sense of the word, Ippan was also worried about making other people drink it too, like hopefully that Shibito girl someday. To that end, he decided a new rule was in order.

"It would be normal for my cum to taste delicious," he said, listening to his words echo through the small bathroom.

His mind drifted other places too. For instance, how nice it was to have such easy access to Ryouna's breasts without having to deal with his arch-nemesis: the bra. Ippan understood that bras served a very specific practical purpose in reducing back-and-neck pain, but he just despised them so much and wished something could be done about them.

Something came to his mind then; he remembered a week-long lesson where Suzune had taught him about pain tolerance. By the end of the training he came to the realization that the majority of pain is in one's own mind. In other words, the brain could override the sensation of pain if it needed to, mind over matter. What this meant was that the experience of pain was technically a perception of one's reality, and he could change those.

"It is normal for women not to experience pain due to breast size or activity. It is also normal for women not to wear bras unless they are wearing swimsuits." Ippan couldn't wait to get to school. After showering he gathered his things and headed out the door.

Ippan actually decided to take his time getting to school this morning, he woke up early enough that he had time to stroll and enjoy the morning scenery for once. This was an unusual impulse for him, but then he realized just how depressing his outlook had been previous to yesterday. All it took was two dumb tacky-looking rings to bring his spirits back up, along with the reality bending abilities they granted him.

Eventually along his way he came upon a group of people crowding the sidewalk.

"Hey, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Ippan heard one of them ask. The group of people looked like delinquents. They wore school uniforms but they were torn, unkempt, and haphazard. More importantly, many of them were carrying makeshift weapons that they made poor efforts to conceal on their persons.

"Class," a female voice said in response, Ippan recognized the voice, it was Miyabi.

This ought to be good. He thought. He knew that these thugs had nothing on a poorly-trained novice shinobi, so the class representative of the elite shinobi of Hebijo could have handled all of them at once without breaking a sweat. So, he decided to stay back and enjoy the show. These idiots were going to regret this.

"Goody-two-shoes, eh? Nothing that can't be worked on. Why don't we slip away and have some fun instead?" one of the delinquents said.

Ippan had to struggle not to burst out laughing at the irony of that one. If he had known she was training to be an assassin for hire, he likely wouldn't have called her a "goody-two-shoes".

"Her tits are huge, man," one of the other delinquents in front of Ippan whispered to the other. This, Ippan could agree with. He silently shifted his position so he could see what was going on a little better. Before long he could see the short, white hair of his peer and her golden serpent-like eyes.

Miyabi was surrounded but did not look in any way concerned. "Out of my way," she demanded coolly.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to you," the apparent leader of the group said, taking a step forward.

"I will not ask again, get out of my way."

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Fuckin' bimbo," as the leader said this, he had his arm outstretched pointing at Miyabi. His other hand held a wooden training katana resting on his shoulder.

In a flash Miyabi moved, with what Ippan could barely recognize as a kick, the wooden weapon went sailing into the air, then in a blur of movement the thug's outstretched arm was suddenly behind him with Miyabi holding him in a key-lock. There was a resonant crack as she dislocated his shoulder without hesitation. He let out a scream of pain.

Yep, just as I thought. Ippan nodded, satisfied. As it happened, the sailing training sword came down right about where Ippan was standing so he went ahead and caught it. He decided this might be the moment to make himself known.

"Hey," he announced his presence. The other thugs whirled around to see him, holding their leader's weapon, "you guys might want to get your asses moving."

"You her boyfriend or something?" one of them asked, "Come to rescue your girl?"

Ippan shrugged and pointed at Miyabi, who was standing menacingly above the writhing body of the leader, "Does she look like she needs rescuing? I'm telling you to run so you don't have to deal with her, dude. But if you must know, I might have just as much fun as her walloping you if you decide to make the wrong choice."

The others of the group looked between each other, and judging from the unsure looks they were giving, Ippan could tell they weren't going to take the chance. No matter how hot they thought Miyabi was, she wasn't worth it. Without saying anything else, they picked up the moaning pile that was once their leader and ran off into the alleyways.

"Ippan," Miyabi greeted, "I'd thank you for coming to help, but I was actually kind of looking forward to ripping them apart."

Ippan shrugged, "Sorry."

"Still, I commend your ability to defuse the situation without too much bloodshed. I'll bring this encounter up with Suzune-sensei so she knows how well you handled that."

There was a subtlety in that statement that Ippan was not lost on. If the "normal self" ring functioned like he thought it did, she shouldn't have taken much notice or had much care about Ippan's actions there, even if they were positive. He was beginning to get the impression that the ring specifically filtered for negative reactions and not positive ones. If so, that was very helpful.

"Oh, well thank you."

With that, the two made their way to the school together. After arriving early, before the first class was slated to begin, they decided to walk through the courtyard of the academy and took in the scenery.

"There was a time," Miyabi began suddenly, "according to Suzune, that this academy was not only an all-girls school but also a shinobi-only school. This courtyard was meant as a training field."

Ippan didn't know that, "Wow, this school has gone through quite a few changes recently then, hasn't it?"

Miyabi nodded, "In some ways, things would be much easier if the academy still was like that. And while I don't much care for the current headmaster, I have to admit this was a good choice."

Ippan nodded, "Yeah, high school makes a pretty convenient place for real-world practical training on a lot of matters of information gathering and subterfuge. Much harder to get that in a school that only has shinobi."

"It's not just that," Miyabi said, staring thoughtfully at one of the blooming cherry blossom trees, "this place has a vibrant community. It's alive, it's real. We can have a glimpse of normal high school life and we can build connections. I think all of that is important for people, even akunin."

Ippan considered that, specifically he thought about Sanji. He certainly was grateful that he could live a normal life in spite of what he was being trained to be. It meant he had some good memories to look back on.

"I spent three years hospitalized," Miyabi said. "That's why I'm older than the rest of you. Imu did too. And I curse the fact that we had to spend that time away from our training, but at the same time if we hadn't, I wouldn't get to see this new school and the way it is now. I certainly wouldn't have met you, Ryouna, or Ryoubi."

Ippan was wide-eyed, "I didn't know that, what happened?"

Miyabi was silent for a long time. "Youma," she said at last.

Ippan's heart sank. Shinobi everywhere, zennin and akunin alike, knew to fear the word youma, as it referred to eldritch monsters attracted to the shed blood of the shinobi and the cursed songs of clashing blades. One of the jobs of all shinobi was to keep these monsters a secret and keep them at bay until there was a way to deal with them permanently. From the stories Ippan had heard, Miyabi and Imu were lucky to escape such an encounter with just a three-year stay at the hospital.

"But no matter. You have an important assignment today, and as I understand, Suzune is going to give you a special lesson during class. Be prepared, Ippan." She nodded and walked a few steps toward the school just as the first bell rang. "Oh, and by the way," she turned to look at him briefly with her piercing gold eyes, "thanks for keeping me company."

After a few moments alone to his thoughts, Ippan took a deep breath and likewise went into the school as well. The glory that he witnessed when he arrived was enough to make his heart race and allow him to forget the terror of the youma.

No bras.

Ippan could tell just from the shapes beneath their uniforms that none of the girls were wearing bras. When they moved, their breasts jiggled ever so slightly. What was better, none of them seemed bothered by their lack of upper support. He had made a fantastic decision.

He spent the entirety of his first period just admiring the view. He even copped a feel of a few of them, since he could get away with it with the rings on. And nobody even batted an eye, nobody even mentioned their lack of bras. What a glorious day.

To Ippan the first period seemed to go by very quickly, probably because of the fun he was having. With the chime of the distant bell he made his way to the hidden classroom.

He was interested in knowing where he would be spending his next two weeks, and even more interested to know about the special training Miyabi eluded to.

Miyabi, Imu, and Suzune were the only ones present at the moment, though all three of them had already stripped down to their underwear. This time, however, there were no bras present.

He couldn't help but stare at the amazing breasts on display. Suzune's had a perfect tear-drop shape and large, puffy pink nipples. The mole on her left breast was just the cherry on top for the sexy teacher. Miyabi's nipples were barely noticeable because they were only a shade darker pink than her already pale skin tone. Finally, Imu had a cute pair of perky breasts that Ippan tried not to pay too much attention to, primarily because he knew her sexual preferences. Still, avoiding it would be difficult, and it wasn't like he was doing anything besides looking.

"Good morning, Ippan." Suzune said, blushing slightly as he stared, but still maintaining her usual serious and down-to-business attitude.

"Good morning, sensei," he replied, bowing and finding it very difficult to hide his good mood.

Looking around carefully, he found a similar story with the others. While more or less embarrassed to be topless around each other, Miyabi and Imu at least looked a lot lighter on their feet and much less stiff. Ippan's normality this morning seemed to do them a world of good.

He heard the door/wall flip open again.

"Ippaaaaaan~" He turned around just in time to see Ryouna skip toward him and he braced for impact. But this time she didn't tackle him. Today she just moved around in front of him and knelt down. At first, Ippan thought she was going to just start sucking him off of her own accord, but instead she leaned her head in and started to rub her cheek against the ever-growing bulge in his pants. She even made a soft purring noise like a cat as she did so.

The others watched this display with curiosity but nothing more, even Ryoubi only rolled her eyes and took her place at the corner of the room. The two bicolor-eyed sisters made a hand seal and their clothing vanished, leaving them once again in their underwear. As expected, Ryoubi's chest was totally flat with only a pair of small pink nipples on display. Even so, Ippan thought it looked cute, though he was curious how she would look after using her shinobi transformation. Whenever she did, for some reason her breasts suddenly got much bigger.

Ryouna on the other hand, was much the same as she was yesterday. She never wore a bra in the first place, after all. She didn't disappoint, however, as today she was also wearing a very racy black thong.

At some point Murasaki snuck in, and Ippan caught her out of the corner of his eye. Out of all the others, she looked the most relieved to not have back pain from her massive melons. Her posture was noticeably better, and Ippan was amazed at the sight. Her breasts looked even bigger without the tank top from yesterday somehow, and they were topped with inverted nipples surrounded by large, puffy areolae.

With a cute blonde rubbing her head against his crotch while surrounded by half a dozen topless kunoichi, Ippan realized this day was truly amazing.

Breaking his train of thought, Suzune approached him.

"Ippan."

"Yes sensei?" Ippan bowed as well as he could with Ryouna against his crotch.

"It's time to discuss your assignment. I have decided on the first school you will infiltrate, as well as who will accompany you."

Ippan was holding his breath in anticipation without meaning to.

"Your first target is Hanzo academy. I have reason to believe they are planning something big against us, so I would like to start there. In addition, I personally know quite a lot about them and how they operate. It will make things much smoother. The real challenge will be Gessen academy, which is why I'm saving that for later."

"Understood," Ippan himself knew a decent amount about Hanzo given that it was going to be his second choice before deciding to go to Hebijo. But he only knew the public details, he obviously knew nothing about the way the shinobi operated.

"As for your partner in this mission, I have decided that the most logical choice would be Ryouna. While you hold the highest marks in espionage, Ryouna is actually a close second to you. Imu and Miyabi are also quite skilled at it, but they are too important to our operations here, and I will also need them to scout out Gessen for when you're ready to go there."

"Yay! Ryouna is coming with you Ippan! Aren't you excited?" Ryouna jumped up from her kneeling position, making her breasts bounce wildly.

Ippan nodded but was shocked. Ryouna didn't seem like the kind of girl who would be good at espionage. She was loud, clingy, and not subtle in the least. Still, he trusted Suzune's judgement on the matter, so he nodded. In any case he owed it to her after she saved his ass the day before.

"That said, Miyabi is going to be your official coordinator for your mission. She won't be joining you directly for it, but you will report to her when she needs a progress update," Suzune continued.

Miyabi picked up where she left off, "I can't stress enough how dangerous the shinobi of Hanzo are. Their elites are almost on par with us, and they know what they are doing. If you get dragged into a battle with them, they will not hold back." Ippan actually wasn't worried, since he actually could guarantee that they would hold back. That was unless the kunoichi with the rings was among them, but Ippan didn't think that was likely. Suzune said she didn't match the description of any shinobi she knew of, which Ippan supposed included the shinobi of Hanzo academy.

"And if you happen to run across her, do not engage in combat with a shinobi named Daidouji," Suzune warned. "She is beyond your combat capabilities. Treat her with the same due caution that you would treat me, were I your enemy." That made Ippan slightly worried, even with the rings.

"Noted, I will be careful," Ippan bowed.

Suzune and Imu then exchanged glances, and Imu nodded.

"Being careful may not be nearly enough," Suzune said, "I think it's time we discovered what your guardian spirit is."

Ippan blinked. Each individual shinobi called upon a "guardian spirit" which was an idea in their mind, typically an animal or mythical creature, to emulate when performing their most powerful skills. It was the combination of a shinobi's will and the unique "signature" of their individual chakra. Some shinobi had two different guardian spirits, Miyabi being among them. So far, not only had Ippan been unable to summon the idea of his own spirit, they did not currently even know what it was.

"I know we have previously had very little success in the matter," Suzune said, pushing her red-rimmed glasses up on her nose, "but Imu has brought to my attention a possibility I had not considered when trying previous methods."

Imu seemed to take this as her cue to join the conversation, pushing up her own glasses in an almost perfect imitation of Suzune, "Most shinobi manifest their guardians purely in their mind's eye, using their imagination to let it enhance their chakra-fueled abilities. However, there are a rare few for whom this is not the ideal manifestation. In truth, there are many ways a guardian can be used to aid oneself. It is my suggestion that you may be one of the rare few shinobi who manifest their guardian differently than the majority."

That was certainly an interesting possibility, Ippan had no idea there were different methods.

"In any case, we know that each of the elites of Hanzo are aware and capable of calling upon their guardian spirits to aid them, if you do not learn this you will be severely handicapped should it come to blows. We must at least try one last time before you are sent on this mission."

"I understand, sensei, I will give it my best shot," Ippan replied. He was frankly disappointed in his inability to perform this fundamental aspect of shinobihood, and felt even more inadequate knowing that every one of his other elite peers were capable of manifesting theirs. He was the only one who couldn't yet. He was eager to try something different if it meant he could stop feeling as inadequate.

"Good, let's move to the dojo then."

All of them made their way into the dojo, and Ippan began breathing deeply. Most of this process was meditative, so he was getting himself ready.

"Let's begin like we usually do, Ippan. Put yourself into a state of deep calmness." Suzune said.

Ippan nodded and stood in front of her, breathing deeper. The other students were positioned around him, about five yards away each. Sometimes the first manifestation of a guardian could get dicey, so they were there to make sure nothing went wrong.

It took Ippan about a minute before he was ready. Suzune seemed to pick up on his change of state because she continued her instruction, "Now, I want you to look deep within yourself. If you feel your consciousness stopping on its journey inward, pump it with chakra to keep it moving past the obstacle."

Ippan did as instructed. He was familiar with this part, he knew where to look for his guardian, and he'd always managed to get close, but it always slipped away in the last moment. He buried his conscious deep within himself and let his creative mind run wild, allowing his imagination and feelings guide him.

And there it was. He knew it was there, just up ahead, hiding in the shadows, just out of reach.

"Have you found it?"

"Yes," Ippan replied sleepily, to him it sounded like his own voice was miles away, "but I can't get to it. Just out of reach."

"Reach for it, try to touch it with your feelings."

Ippan did as he was told, he tried but it moved away. It was like every single inch he reached across it moved five inches away, so it was growing ever more distant.

"It's getting away. It's going deeper," Ippan said, already beginning to feel defeated. This was just like before. Soon it would be too far away for him to pursue.

But then Suzune said something that surprised him, "You are mistaken. Or more accurately we have been mistaken. It's not going further in; it's trying to get out. You're going the wrong way. Follow it. Rise to consciousness but bring it with you, guide it."

Then he felt it, and knew she was right. The reason it never worked before was that he'd always gone deeper to try and find it, but it was trying to leave, and it got lost. He did as instructed and began to move his consciousness away from the core of his being, slowly dragging himself back into the real world. As he did, he found it.

For the first time he saw it, and he felt it. It was like an old friend he hadn't seen in years had come to visit him, and when he looked upon his guardian, he felt a deep kinship and comradery. He felt warm. Hot, even, but not uncomfortable. It was a pleasant heat, like a burning passion within his soul. It was as though he were enveloped in flames, and through the flames he could see very clearly the form of his constant companion.

It was a fox, with a coat the color of burning flames. He reached out his consciousness to touch it, he was happy to have found his guardian at last. He must have been close to the real world again, because he could see the vague shape of his real arms as he reached out, and even saw the steel bands around his index fingers.

But it wasn't just the fox he saw. He saw his future. More specifically, he saw the future that he wanted for himself. And island somewhere in the pacific ocean surrounded by crystal blue waters, surrounded by a harem of beautiful women, all of whom loved him deeply and some of whom served him loyally as servants. No cares, no guilt, no akunin. He could see this goal in his mind's eye, and he knew that not only did he want this more than anything, his guardian spirit wanted it too, and would do anything to help him.

As they reached closer to the fox, Ippan's rings began to glow brightly, so vibrantly that he could see ghostly iridescent rings of light projected between him and his guardian. As he drew closer, the two rings of light were moving closer to each other and were growing closer to encircling the fox entirely. He could see his guardian changing before his very eyes as this transpired.

Three things happened all at once. Firstly, his hands reached his companion at last, touching it but he did not feel fur as he expected to. Secondly, the rings of light combined so that the fox was framed by a brilliant halo. Thirdly, he at last emerged from within himself.

His eyes shot open to find that he was looking down at his feet. His clothes were gone, and a pile of smoldering ashes lay on the ground around his feet. There were scorch marks in the dirt that extended for about two feet in each direction and looked to be twisted in a spiraling formation, as though a tornado of flame had been raging around him.

He then realized his hands were touching something, and he was actually holding them out in front of him, they were holding something soft, something he had felt before but only recently.

Ippan looked up then, wholly expecting to see the face of his sensei, instead what he saw was a face that he'd never seen before, but somehow felt perfectly familiar. At once he knew who it was.

It was a woman with fiery orange hair that was long and straight cut. She had a curvaceous, soft-looking pale frame which was completely exposed and naked in front of him. His hands were on her large, shapely breasts. Her eyes were a dark amber color with vertical slit pupils, just like a fox. The fox-like features didn't stop there, as a pair of cream-tipped fox ears sat atop her head, and Ippan could spy a bushy orange tail swishing back and forth behind her. This was his fox, his guardian.

"I can't believe this," Ippan heard Imu say.

"That's so cool!" Ryouna said.

"What the fuck?" Ryoubi said, and something about the truly flummoxed tone she had made Ippan satisfied.

"Sensei, was that supposed to happen?" Miyabi asked.

But Ippan barely registered any of it, because his guardian was leaning in close to him, leaning in for a kiss. This was all he could think about right now, and he wanted it to happen. He needed it to happen. He gladly connected lips with her, and they began kissing deeply. In that moment, he could hear her name in his mind.

Reiko.

She seemed to sense that he had verbally acknowledged her name, because she then parted lips and smiled wide and happily. Then something seemed to catch her eye behind Ippan. Out of curiosity he turned to see what she was looking at.

Murasaki was standing behind him in the formation and looked shocked at the sight of what was happening. Without making a sound, Ippan saw the form of the fox-girl dash swiftly around him and toward her.

She let out a slight squeak of surprise, but otherwise didn't stop Reiko from tackling her to the ground, making Murasaki's huge breasts wobble significantly. Ippan moved forward in an attempt to help his classmate, but then noticed what Reiko had begun doing. Her lips were wrapped around Murasaki's nipple and she was suckling on it deeply and fiercely. The strangest aspect of this situation, however, was that Murasaki herself didn't seem to care.

Or more specifically, it looked like she was treating the situation as though it were perfectly normal. And so was everyone else.

"Sensei?" Ippan heard Miyabi repeat.

"That… was definitely unusual," Suzune replied, at last.

Ippan was so transfixed by the scene before him that he only barely registered his teacher's presence next him now. Murasaki had begun moaning now, and Reiko swapped to the other breast, happily lapping up and suckling on the nipple. Ippan's cock was hard as a rock.

"Ippan," Suzune began, "I feel inclined to explain to you what just happened. At least, the information I do know, which is surprisingly little. Imu came to me today before school hours because she had an epiphany about your guardian. Some shinobi do not manifest their guardians as mere ideas in their mind, some can actually manifest them in the real world, effectively summoning them into existence. None of your fellow elites are capable of this yet, which is why I never considered it a possibility for you. As it happens, Imu was completely right, as we can see."

"That said," Imu cut in from the other side of Ippan, "it was not supposed to manifest like that. I have never even heard of a guardian spirit that was human-shaped before. They are usually just animals or mythical creatures."

"She didn't start that way," Ippan said, and quickly decided to fudge the truth a little so he didn't have to explain the role of the rings in this. "She was a normal fox at first, but when I pulled her out with me she changed. And she isn't totally human-shaped, she has those ears and that tail."

"That part seems perfectly normal, I wouldn't be concerned," Suzune said and Ippan actually managed to rip his gaze from the sapphic scene in front of him to gawk at her. Then he noticed it, Suzune used that word again. Normal. After this realization he gawked at Reiko again. The pieces were falling into place now. She had the same normality effect as his ring. And now that he considered it, the fact that she was getting away with molesting another elite was proof enough of that.

Reiko had now removed herself from Murasaki's breasts. It was in that moment that Ippan actually spied trickles of white fluid around Reiko's mouth and running down the slopes of the purple-haired kunoichi's breasts. Apparently Murasaki could lactate, either that or Reiko made her. Knowing this definitely wasn't helping Ippan's raging erection though, and he was only peripherally aware that he was still nude.

Finally, the fox-girl stood up and turned around, smiling at Ippan and practically skipping up to him. She said nothing but wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

"You seem as smart as a normal human, who are you?" Miyabi asked in a commanding tone.

Reiko seemed momentarily offended, though at what part Ippan couldn't quite tell. To him it almost felt like she was offended by the notion that she was human. In any case, she did not reply to the snow-haired class rep, instead putting her hand over her mouth and throat.

"She can't speak," Ippan said, picking up on the meaning immediately, "but I'm pretty sure her name is Reiko."

She nodded at this in confirmation.

"And are you fully autonomous? Are you actually Ippan's guardian spirit?" Imu had begun barraging her with her own questions, becoming enamored in the technicalities as usual.

Reiko nodded at the first question and shrugged at the second with a puzzled look. She didn't know.

"I've never heard of a guardian spirit being autonomous nor sapient," Suzune said, stroking her chin thoughtfully, "but I don't think it's impossible. They are products of imagination made manifest, so I suppose as long as Ippan could imagine an autonomous spirit it's not impossible. Still, this is fortunate news."

"How so?" Ippan asked, curiously. In the meantime, Reiko had begun looking around the room thoughtfully, seeming to admire how large the dojo was.

"It means that you'll have someone else there to help you on your mission. A guardian spirit that can be physically materialized is a powerful enough ally, one that can act with intelligent thought is an amazing companion. Also, it seems that in addition to discovering your spirit guardian, we have unwittingly discovered your chakra element as well," Suzune gestured to the scorch-marks in the dirt.

Fire.

"Oh, yeah I guess we did," Ippan replied, distantly.

Just then, Reiko gave an almost mischievous grin and snapped her fingers. In that hand that made the sound, a small flame appeared in the palm of her hand. She tossed it into the air like a ball a few times for emphasis, then wrapped her hand into a fist, snuffing the fire out.

"And, as is to be expected of a guardian, she can make use of it. She will be a very great helper indeed. And I don't think anyone will find her to be out of place."

If no other statement proved that Reiko possessed the normality effects of Ippan's rings, that one certainly did.

Ippan looked at her one more time. Her impressive curves, her fiery hair, her unusual but pretty amber eyes. She was a part of him but somehow alien, she was a mystery to Ippan but he wanted to protect her all the same. And most importantly, he could tell just by looking in her eyes she wanted to do the same for him. He took her hands in his and smiled at his companion.

She smiled back. Things were getting interesting.

Chapter 4: A Harem is Born

Chapter Text

"Well, I believe this training session has been a success," Suzune said, crossing her arms and turning to Ippan, "You, Ryouna, and Imu have been excused from your classes for the rest of the day, including this one. I would like you three to spend the rest of the day discussing your plans for the next two weeks. I will take care of the paperwork required to make you look like official transfers. Imu will give you the details."

After Suzune dismissed the three students and guardian spirit, Imu led them back into the hidden classroom. Somehow, Imu had already prepared a table, cushions, and a fresh pot of tea. "Have a seat." She gestured to the table. As he reentered the room, Ippan created some new clothes for himself.

Everyone sat down and began to discuss the specifics, Ryouna sat on the same side as Ippan, collapsed into his lap with her back on his legs and arms up in the air like a puppy. He gave her belly rubs because she had been a good girl. Meanwhile Reiko was seated next to Ippan, patiently waiting.

"So, Ippan, what do you know about Hanzo's elite shinobi students?"

"Honestly, nothing," he shrugged.

"Well I will tell you about the six students you need to look out for the most. They're elites like us, so don't let their appearances fool you, they can very dangerous."

Ippan nodded and Imu began discussing all of the information she had on all of the Hanzo elite shinobi students. They all sounded pretty dangerous to Ippan. If not for the rings, he would have felt very worried about his prospects for this mission. As it stood, however, he started to treat the debriefing like a dating profile comparison, trying to decide which of these girls sounded the most interesting. Ultimately, he couldn't decide based on just the descriptions he was given, so he decided to wait until he actually met them.

Next, Imu discussed the subject of cover identities. The shinobi of the academy would recognize Ryouna in an instant as they'd had run-ins in the past. Once again, Ippan couldn't help but feel Suzune selecting Ryouna for a spy mission was a horrible idea. He had a hard time imagining that Ryouna was good at keeping her intentions secret.

"It's okay Imu, I know a technique that can disguise myself!" she said excitedly from Ippan's lap. The problem wasn't her appearance in this case, it was more about her personality. Imu didn't seem too bothered by it though.

Ryouna was going as Ippan's younger sister, Ryo, which was a decision made for its convenience more than anything else. Otherwise, explaining why they both showed up on the same day together would be difficult. They didn't even discuss needing a disguise for Ippan. Evidently nobody in the Hanzo elites knew about him yet, so a disguise wasn't necessary. When it came time to infiltrate Gessen, however, such a disguise might be in order.

It was almost time for lunch and Ryouna had apparently fallen asleep in Ippan's lap, and Reiko had also fallen asleep, her head resting in her arms on the table, leaving Ippan basically alone with Imu.

"Today has been really hectic. I'm honestly glad for once that I didn't have to do lessons today," Imu said with a sigh leaning against the table.

"Practice drills are important," Ippan replied in a tone mocking hers, reminding her of what she told him yesterday.

She smirked, "Point taken."

"Why so hectic though?"

"This mission is pretty important and pretty complicated. There are a lot of back-end things that Suzune-sensei, Miyabi, and I need to prepare to make sure things go smoothly."

Ippan hadn't considered that aspect much, his mind was on other things this morning. Very jiggly things.

"Well, I appreciate all the hard work you're putting in for me," Ippan said.

"It's mostly for the mission, but you're welcome." There was a lull in the conversation after that so Imu excused herself and left the room, leaving Ippan now by himself with Ryouna in his lap and Reiko fast asleep on the table. They both looked adorable.

"Hey Ryouna." Ippan called to her, but she remained sleeping soundly. He then turned her over in his lap. He admired the fine contours and curves of her perfect ass before bringing an open palm down onto it with a sharp smack!

Her eyes popped open in surprise and she let out a moan, "Ah! Ippaaaaan~, Ryouna was having such a good dream~." The sound also managed to rouse Reiko from her nap, and she shot up alertly, then smiled when she realized what happened.

"I bet it was," Ippan chuckled. "So, tell me, what do you think about the mission?"

"Ryouna is so excited!"

"Excited?"

"Yeah! Ippan and Ryouna will be together at the school all the time!" She wiggled around excitedly at the prospect in Ippan's lap, and then poked her fingers together bashfully all of a sudden. "But there's another reason Ryouna is excited; the truth is that Ryouna really really likes Ippan."

It was Ippan's turn to blush and his heart was pounding. Is this it? he wondered, is this really about to happen?

"Ryouna always liked Ippan but sis would never let her do anything. But now sis doesn't care, so…" she paused and wiggled embarrassedly, blushing brighter than Ippan had ever seen her blush before. Then she pulled herself up from Ippan's lap and instead knelt directly between his legs. "So, Ryouna wants to join Ippan's harem! Will Ippan be Ryouna's master?"

Ippan couldn't help but smile, it was actually really sweet of her, and there was some measure of happiness in knowing that Ryouna had liked him even before he got the rings. He glanced briefly at Reiko's reaction. She was smiling at him happily and slightly mischievously.

In trying to keep up appearances, he turned his smile into a devious grin, "My name isn't Ippan to you anymore," he said simply, "you should be addressing me by my official title."

Ryouna's face lit up, "Does that mean Ippan wants to be Ryouna's Master!?"

"Not at all," he smirked. "I'm saying that I am your Master."

Ryouna let out a delighted whimper. "Yes Master~!" She then moaned presumably just from saying the word. "Ryouna likes calling you that. This piggy is so happy that she has a Master~!" She popped up from her kneeling position and hugged Ippan's head into her impressive breasts.

Ippan laughed but gently urged her back down to kneeling, then peered around the room to make sure nobody was back from the dojo yet. "I'm happy too. But I have a very important job for you, Ryouna. It's something I will need your help with on this mission."

"Oh? Tell me! Ryouna will do anything her Master wants her to~!" She wiggled a bit and laid back down in Ippan's lap, showing off her belly to him once again. Instead of rubbing her belly, this time he decided to rub her breasts, which she enjoyed much more.

"That's good. You see, it is my intention to use this mission as an opportunity to begin a harem of lovely girls like you, Ryouna. Some of them being obedient servants like you, but the others I just intend to be girlfriends."

Ryouna seemed to like that idea, her eyes practically sparkled with excitement. "Ryouna would have so much fun if there were others to play with! Ryouna likes this idea." She nuzzled into Ippan's abs as he continued to fondle her huge bare breasts.

"So, can I count on your help in helping me find the best girls to invite into my harem?"

"Yes!" She said this and extended her arms and legs in all directions enthusiastically. "Ryouna already has a few ideas for some of the Hanzo girls~" She giggled and beamed up at Ippan.

"I knew I could count on you; we're going to make a good team."

Suddenly she stood up, "Ryouna had better go tell Ryoubi the good news about her new Master!"

Ippan felt an irrational pang of fear welling up inside at the mention of the sister, but suppressed it, knowing that she wouldn't care.

"Okay, come find me at lunch then."

"Of course, Ryouna is hungry after all." He had an idea of what kind of hunger she was referring to, and he was one-hundred percent on board for it.

Now it was just Ippan and Reiko in the room, the former had some questions for the fox-girl.

"Can you read and write?"

She seemed to consider this a moment, then with a frown shook her head. That was going to complicate things.

"All right, I guess I'll have to keep it simple then. Did you notice that nobody cared what you were doing to Murasaki?"

She nodded.

"Do you know why they didn't react?"

She nodded again, then pointed to the ring on his left index finger. As it happened, this was where Ippan wore the "normal self" ring.

Ippan blinked, "You know what these are?"

She nodded.

"And you know what they do?"

Nod.

"And you can use them?"

Her response to this question was hard to decipher, she nodded but with a slightly unsure look on her face, then made her petite hand do a seesaw gesture as if to imply a "sort-of" attitude. But then she shrugged and nodded more emphatically. Ippan didn't quite get this reply, but figured the important part was the nod at the end.

"Can you use the other ring?" Ippan asked and felt his heart drop a little. Yet another person being able to change what people perceived as normal was bad news for him.

She nodded, but then shook her head afterward, and then repeated the gesture she gave earlier to indicate her muteness. Ippan could figure this one out fairly easily. Her answer was "yes but no", but only because she wasn't able to trigger the ability on account of it needing a verbal command.

"Are you immune to their effects when I use them?"

She nodded, but then licked her lips and gave a devious look. Ippan was pretty well able to decipher this expression. She was basically saying she could pretend if he wanted her to. That was interesting.

Ippan decided to change the subject, "Do your best to express why you were sucking on Murasaki's breasts in the first place."

She held up two of her fingers. Ippan took this to mean she had two reasons, especially since she followed up by only raising a single finger then rubbed her belly in a nearly universal gesture. She was hungry. Then she held up a second finger, got an incredulous look on her face and held out an arm in the general direction of the dojo while pointing to Ippan. Ippan took this to mean "why wouldn't I? Have you seen her?" which Ippan supposed was a fair question and a good point.

"Fair enough," he conceded.

Then Ippan thought back to the vision he had of himself on the beach and kept it in mind as he asked his next question, "I assume you saw what my ultimate goal is with these rings. Are you on board?"

She nodded once, then again to say yes to both.

"Why?" Ippan wasted no time in asking. His shinobi reflexes to be suspicious were on-point, and they worked faster than his ability to consider that she wouldn't easily be able to answer a question like that.

She put a finger to her lips and stared upward in thought, then she seemed to get an idea. She scooted closer to Ippan and planted her lips on his. They kissed deeply for a few seconds before she parted lips with him and slid her hand right down the front of his pants. He knew what this gesture meant as a response to his question. She loved him, and they were one.

"So, you'll do everything you can to make my dream a reality?" Ippan asked as her hand began to squeeze and stroke his growing cock.

Her reply was to pout, look a little insulted, and then point at herself with her free hand. She also gave his junk a brief but less than gentle squeeze. Ippan wasn't sure what she was trying to get across. She replied by repeating the pointing gesture and then holding up two fingers. Then after a second it clicked for Ippan. She was saying that his dream was her dream too. So, of course she would help, she wanted it just as badly as he did.

"Got it, so will you join my harem then?"

This question seemed to catch her off guard because her hand stopped moving in Ippan's pants for a moment, her eyes grew wide and she blushed. Then she smiled and nodded furiously before returning her lips to his. Ippan was quickly growing to enjoy her kisses, they were hot, passionate, and sweet all at once.

With her free hand she unzipped his pants and removed Ippan's throbbing cock, starting to stroke and jerk it more intensely with the other. Her technique was good, it felt much better than anything Ippan could have done himself. Then she wrapped her other hand around his shaft and started pumping with that one too.

"That feels good, Reiko," Ippan encouraged, breaking the kiss.

She smiled at him playfully as she continued, sliding down into his lap to give the tip a gentle and slightly teasing smooch. Then she slid her cute pink tongue out from her soft lips and licked the sensitive flesh. She made the distinctive upper body movements that signified laughing, but Ippan couldn't help but notice the lack of accompanying sound he had become accustomed to.

She continued to give Ippan's tip kiss after gentle kiss, smiling as she did. After about a minute she changed it up though and started doing it with open lips and half-closed eyes. Ippan realized very quickly that she had begun to actually make out with the tip while she pumped her hands up and own along the shaft. This was a beyond delightful sensation to him, and he wouldn't last much longer like this.

"I'm close," he announced, breathily.

Reiko's fox-like ears twitched and stood straight up, and she gave him a begging look with her eyes. Then with one of her hands, rubbed her belly like before. She was hungry for an early lunch, and Ippan was about to give it to her.

With his head tilted back he erupted into her mouth. Once again, like the previous two times, his spunk came out in long, thick ropes that Reiko eagerly began to drink down without missing a single beat. Each shot found itself directly between her lips and she happily swallowed each one, though at one point she removed the tip from her soft lips, presumably to breathe, and let a few strands fire onto her face or into her open mouth. She was smiling the whole time, mostly with her eyes, and Ippan was pleased to see it. He only just then remembered his normality change regarding the taste of his sperm, and then realized Reiko would be immune to it. If nothing else she didn't seem to mind it.

After a solid half a minute of continual cock-milking from his guardian fox-spirit, Ippan finally stopped. Reiko immediately busied herself with scooping the long strands of cream from her face and popping it into her mouth.

"How's the taste? Is it okay?" Ippan asked.

She nodded and smiled.

"Good, I made a rule earlier to make it taste better, but you're immune to that so I was worried."

Reiko shrugged and rubbed her belly in a circular pattern to indicate that it was a good meal. The fox-girl was kind of adorable in a spicy sort of way, and Ippan was glad to have her around now. He was amazed at how much personality she could convey without being able to talk. There was one thing he had to take care of, though.

"So, thanks to you having the same normality powers as my ring, nobody is going to think you are out of place, not even ordinary people, right?"

She nodded, confidently. This was good, because having someone else with those sorts of powers with him on his mission would be a great help.

"Still, it might be a good idea for you to have some clothes. Can you materialize any?"

She nodded again, and in a burst of sudden heatless flame she was clothed in a typical Hebijo uniform. She even stood up and twirled around to show it off. It looked perfectly normal, even with the tail coming out from the bottom.

Ippan rubbed his chin, "Think you can make it sexier?"

She grinned devilishly and Ippan watched as the top became even more cropped so that it was showing off some significant underboob. Then she lifted up her skirt to demonstrate that she was not wearing any panties.

"Much better," Ippan nodded in satisfaction. "Next question, if you had to pick one, would you rather be one: my girlfriend or two: my servant like Ryouna? Hold up fingers to indicate."

Reiko stroke her chin thoughtfully, and Ippan couldn't help but think the gesture bore some similarity to the way he did it. She truly was a product of his own imagination, in the end. After a few seconds, her response was to hold up a single finger.

"Okay, so today marks the day I not only got my first sex slave but my first girlfriend too. That's pretty cool," Ippan responded, standing and zipping himself back up in the process.

Reiko practically skipped over to him and planted a peck on his lips, then looked into his eyes lovingly. Then she made a heart-shape with her hands and winked at him.

"Love you too," he replied, and actually meant it. Normally it might have been odd to feel that way about a stranger, but the more Ippan considered it, she wasn't a stranger at all, she'd been his guardian his whole life.

The bell rang then, announcing the beginning of the lunch period. Ryouna wasn't quite finished in the dojo, so Ippan and Reiko left the classroom and made their way to the cafeteria by themselves.

"Ippan!" the shinobi heard a familiar voice call out to him, and he turned to find Sanji making his way up the corridor to him. This time he had a girl in tow, their hands clasped together tightly and lovingly. This was clearly his crush and new girlfriend, Hana.

"Hey Sanji, good to see you again," Ippan smiled at Hana, "and nice to meet you. Hana, right?"

She smiled and nodded in response, lightly flushed. She was pretty cute, Ippan had to admit. Sanji had a good eye. Ippan gave her a polite bow before all four of them began to move again.

After a bit of small talk, Sanji turned to his friend, "Hey Ippan, I never really hear you talking about any girls you're interested in. I was wondering if there was anyone you had your eyes out for?"

Something occurred to Ippan in that moment. It might be difficult to explain to people the nature of Ryouna's relationship with him. He supposed he could have fudged the truth a bit and say she was his girlfriend, but something didn't quite feel right about that. He could have just told people that she was his personal dirty little cum slut, but their reactions could be varied. They won't think anything of it, certainly, it would seem normal to them. But seeing something as being ordinary or normal doesn't necessarily mean one has a positive opinion on the matter. Perhaps a new normality was in order to change how people perceive BDSM relationships like his new one.

"Ippan?" Sanji's voice cut his thoughts and he shook his head, realizing that he had been so lost in thought that he forgot to answer his friend.

"Oh uh, yeah well I am in a relationship with two people. One of them is Reiko here," Ippan gestured to the fox-girl. It was only in that moment that the other two seemed to notice her.

"Oh! I'm sorry I actually didn't even notice her until now," Sanji said. "It's nice to meet you!"

Reiko didn't look offended. It was likely intentional. Instead she bowed and smiled warmly.

"She can't speak," Ippan said, "and don't worry about it, I should have introduced you earlier."

"Is she deaf?" Hana asked.

Reiko answered this by shaking her head emphatically.

"It's a medical condition she's had since birth," Ippan explained and Reiko nodded along.

"Wow, that's so interesting," Sanji said, "it must be tough, but I'm glad you two found each other."

Ippan and Reiko shared a look between them, and he said, "Me too."

"You said there were two people, though. Who's the other?" Hana asked.

"Ah, that'd be Ryouna. She's a girl from my last class, and she'll be joining us at lunch soon. She's not my girlfriend exactly though, she's my BDSM submissive. That's fine though, because it's normal for some people to have BDSM relationships instead of conventional ones, and people usually treat both about the same." Ippan realized just then that he might need a similar normality regarding harems, but neither of them seemed too concerned about him having two love interests anyway. This was probably the work of his "normal self" ring.

"Oh really?" Sanji looked surprised but not disgusted, and Hana was just blushing. "How come you never told me you were in a relationship before? And with two people no less." Sanji asked, curiously.

"I just did, it only just barely happened last period."

"Looks like I really inspired you, huh?" Sanji laughed. Ippan laughed along with him, but realized his friend wasn't that far off, really.

The four had finished lunch and Ippan was starting to worry. Ryouna had taken quite a long time talking with Ryoubi, and he hoped everything was all right. He thought perhaps he should have waited for Ryouna just in case.

After Sanji and Hana left, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He whirled around to see Ryoubi's bicolored eyes looking at his dead-on.

"Hi Ippan," she said, sounding a bit peeved.

"Uh, hi Ryoubi," Ippan noticed Ryouna standing behind her, the likes of whom gave a cute wave when he noticed her.

"I'm hungry, and I have shit to do, so I'm gonna make this quick," Ryoubi said, not breaking eye contact and practically hissing her words at Ippan, "it's cool that you want to be Ryouna's Master or whatever, but I'm still her sister." He nodded and then she grabbed him by the cuff, tugging him toward her close enough that their foreheads were nearly touching. Ippan noticed, without really meaning to, that she smelled just like her sister. "If anything happens to her… I think you have an idea of what will happen."

"Bullet to the brain?" Ippan asked, slightly sheepishly.

She just grinned. "Sure! If that's what will help you sleep at night, yeah that's what I'm gonna do to you. I'm certainly not going to make you wish that's what I was doing. Not at all." With that she let go of his collar and then walked away, leaving him alone with Ryouna and Reiko.

The fox-girl looked absolutely livid, and was glaring daggers at Ryoubi, which she probably didn't notice. After Ryoubi had left their sight, Ryouna immediately jumped and tackled Ippan to the ground, her wonderful breasts shoved against his face. "Maaaaaaaaaaster~!" He remained on the floor with her breasts on his face for a moment longer, savoring the feeling before he nudged her off so he could get up.

"Well, I see that Ryoubi took the news well," Ippan said, sarcastically, brushing himself off.

"She hates you even more than before!" Ryouna shouted excitedly, her tone not quite matching with what she said. Though given that Ryouna enjoyed being insulted, Ippan figured she might actually think that declaring hatred for someone was a compliment.

"I suppose that's to be expected," Ippan was about to go on but the unmistakable sound of Ryouna's stomach rumbling cut him off. Reiko's ears perked up at the sound, she smiled and looked like she was giggling.

"Oh dear, you must be hungry Ryouna."

"This piggy is starving! Oink oink~!" she announced cutely, "This piggy wants Master's cum so bad but she needs real food too~" She followed up sadly.

Suddenly, Ippan had an idea. Perhaps he could give her the best of both worlds.

"Ryouna."

"Yes Master~?"

"I have an idea, go and get your lunch." Her eyes were practically glittering with curiosity as she skipped off to pick something up. While she was gone, Ippan drew his cock from his pants and began to idly stroke it as he stared at the girls in the cafeteria, admiring this morning's handiwork in removing their bras. Ippan couldn't help but wonder yet again why so many of the girls at this school had such big boobs. He certainly wasn't complaining, and thanks to the lack of back pain, neither were they, he supposed.

While this was going on, Reiko was watching Ippan masturbate with rapt attention, her eyebrow perked up in a clear indication of curiosity about his plans.

Finally, Ryouna returned. A slightly disappointed look on her face was quickly replaced by a curious look as she saw Ippan's exposed cock.

"This piggy wanted curry rice, but they didn't have any left, so all she got was regular rice." She pouted. Her cuteness only made Ippan stroke himself more.

"Don't eat it yet," Ippan stopped her from picking up her chopsticks. "You need some of your Master's special sauce first."

Ryouna didn't quite seem to get it at first, but then a grin appeared on her face as understanding sparkled in her eyes. "Master would give this piggy his most special sauce for her plain rice?"

"I certainly will, but you have to work for your meal, don't you?"

She giggled. "That's right!" With a series of cute hums, she lifted her delicate hands and began to stroke Ippan's hard member with them. Previous to today, Ippan liked to think that over the years of shameless masturbation he held the honor of knowing the best way to handle his own cock. Ryouna and Reiko had both proved him wrong today. The way Ryouna's dainty fingers glided along his shaft, applying just the perfect amount of pressure in all the right spots, it defied words.

"Are you sure that you don't have experience doing this, Ryouna?" Ippan asked and then grunted pleasurably as she once again struck gold with a fingertip.

She giggled, "Is this piggy really that good, Master?" She beamed at the self-applied compliment. "Ryouna just watches a lot of porn. And she will watch a whole lot more now that she has a Master to please~!"

There definitely was something rather satisfying to Ippan about knowing that he was the first person to do these things with Ryouna, given her generally slutty nature. At least the first man. Ippan found himself wondering if there were any women out there she played with. Then he looked at Reiko with another idea forming.

"You know what might help this along?" Ippan asked.

"What is it, Master?"

"You and Reiko should start making out. Oh, and by the way, she is my girlfriend now, which makes her your owner as well." Ippan said.

Ryouna's face become a shocked "o" of surprise, and then she beamed, "Yay! Okay!"

Reiko's expression made it clear that she, too, liked this idea. Which was good because Ryouna wasted no time in connecting their lips in a deep and sloppy kiss.

Another moan escaped Ippan's lips as Ryouna's skillful hands continued to stroke him, all the while the first two official members of his harem were making out for his viewing pleasure. Thanks to these stimuli, and his preparation before, he was already nearing climax, something Ryouna seemed pretty keen on getting to as well.

"Is Master close?" Ryouna asked, parting lips with Reiko briefly to do so. The fox-girl closed the gap almost immediately, plunging her tongue back into the blonde's mouth.

Ippan nodded in reply and she doubled her efforts, stroking with less precision and more speed. He was already so close that it didn't matter though, and she seemed to notice. She picked up her rice bowl and held it up to Ippan's throbbing member, readying it for the creamy topping she loved so much.

Finally, a thick stream of cum shot from his prick and perfectly into the bowl. Her rice became covered in a creamy, pearly-white sauce. Several more streams fired from his cock and covered the rice completely, he could even see it seeping down in-between the gaps of the grains. After Reiko realized that another spurt would cause the bowl to overflow, she quickly separated herself from Ryouna's lips and brought her own lips around his tip to drink remainder.

"It looks so much better now, Master~!" Ryouna was marveling at the improved dish in front of her, almost overflowing with Ippan's cock milk, and she licked her lips. "Permission to dig in, Master?" She wiggled cutely as she asked.

"Granted," Ippan replied in a slightly strained but happy tone. He wasn't even close to finishing his ejaculation yet, still squirting rope after rope into his guardian's eager mouth.

Without needing much more encouragement, Ryouna started to eat, bringing a clump of rice covered with Ippan's sticky substance up to her lips. When she finally took a bite, she froze. He was briefly worried something was wrong, until he heard the moan behind her closed mouth and saw her hips twitching rather spastically. Apparently, it was delicious enough for her to orgasm from just a single bite. Like a good girl, she chewed her meal thoroughly before swallowing it, savoring the taste.

This sight managed to make the next few ropes come out more intensely, seeming to surprise Reiko in the process.

"Ryouna is less disappointed she couldn't get curry rice now," she said, slightly out of breath. "Master's special sauce is the best topping for rice~!" She started wiggling again as she brought clump after clump of rice into her mouth, chewing each mouthful through soft moans. Occasionally, she would even open her mouth to show Ippan that she wasn't bluffing. The sight wasn't too pleasant to look at, but it did fill him with some measure of pride and gave Reiko a few extra mouthfuls.

About halfway through Ryouna's meal, Ippan's orgasm died down, and he took a seat, slumping a bit exhaustedly. Reiko nuzzled into his arm, smiling happily and sighing soundlessly with satisfaction.

Another sight that filled Ippan with pride was the look of the girls sitting down nearby as they watched Ryouna eat. They looked jealous, which was interesting. He even recognized one of the girls, it was Murasaki from his shinobi class, her gloomy eyes staring longingly at Ryouna's rice bowl as it slowly disappeared.

A few of the girls were chatting amongst themselves in hushed tones.

"Is that blonde girl Ryouna?"

"His stuff must be tasty."

"Kinda jealous of those two."

"Yeah, I want some!"

Ippan was satisfied with their chatter, it was making his pride swell more than it ever had before. He was left to wonder if they all just inherently knew that his cum was delicious, even the ones who had no idea who he was. That was a fascinating revelation, if true.

After a few more minutes of chatting with Ryouna about the events that just transpired, Ippan decided that he should head home and get some rest. Since he was excused from classes for the rest of the day, he would make the most of it. Tomorrow, he and Ryouna were going to be at Hanzo academy, posing as transfer students and siblings. And though his mission was to locate sensitive information about the school, he wasn't sure he wanted to do that.

Ippan had been roped into being an Akunin basically against his will. He didn't necessarily regret being trained in the shinobi arts, but after he graduated, his life would be one that was paved with blood and death. There was a lot of money in that, but the morality of it made Ippan sick. He had no desire to harm the students at Hanzo academy nor even Gessen, because in all honesty he was rooting for them more than himself.

But now Ippan had the rings. While they didn't make him immortal or omnipotent by any means, especially while there was another shinobi out there with similar ones; they did make him able to establish an awesome life for himself without bloodshed. It would be no problem at all to walk into the office of a megacorporation's CEO and say that it was normal for them to send Ippan a cut of their own paycheck every month. With that kind of money, he could get anything he ever really wanted. He could buy and maintain a mansion filled to the brim with gorgeous women he was dating and others he would have made into his personal fuck-toys. He could do this without ever needing to take up arms again, except to defend the ones he loved.

But doing so would also mean abandoning his class. He still felt a comradery with Miyabi, Imu, Murasaki, Ryouna, and yes, even Ryoubi. He even had a lot of respect for his sensei. He couldn't help but feel like he might have been letting them down by not giving his all on the mission.

Ippan suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked around to see Reiko looking at him. She gestured to the cafeteria. It was empty save for a lone janitor going about his duties and the two of them. Even Ryouna had already left.

"Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought," Ippan said.

She smiled understandably and the two stood up to leave.

Chapter 5: The Renegade Café

Chapter Text

Along the path home, at some point Reiko got Ippan's attention, breaking him out of his thoughts yet again. She looked exhausted, and even mimed a yawn to drive the point home.

"Tired, huh? I don't blame you," he said. He then wondered something. Presumably shinobi who could materialize their guardians didn't always have them out, perhaps it was possible to un-summon them. Suzune didn't include that in her lesson, but Ippan considered it now.

He closed his eyes and felt for Reiko with his chakra. He touched her and he felt pleasantly warm again. Then with some effort, he shaped the chakra like a hook and wrapped it around her, tugging her back into him with it.

There was the sound of rushing flames which prompted Ippan to open his eyes. Reiko was gone now. But not totally gone, if he looked within himself, he could feel her within his subconscious, already sleeping happily and warmly. Ippan smiled, satisfied, and now that he knew the method to get her out, he wasn't too worried about her being trapped or anything.

As Ippan continued his walk along a route he normally didn't take home which went through the shopping district, lost in his thoughts, someone caught his attention. She stood about as tall as Ippan with dark green eyes and sandy blonde hair that was down to her neck and curled inward at the ends. Adorning her hair like a crown was a large pink bow. But two things about her were what really caught his eye. Firstly, her tits were huge. If Ippan had to guess, they were probably in the Japanese I-cup range. His normality to remove back pain must have worked wonders for her, just like Murasaki. The second thing that caught his eye was her outfit. She was wearing a French maid costume that had a pleated knee-length skirt and a very low-cut top that showed off an incredible amount of cleavage.

Ippan was staring.

"Hello there, sir," her voice was delicate but seductive, a true siren's song. "Do you like what you see?" she winked and put her hands behind her head, puffing her chest out more.

"Uh," was all Ippan could manage to utter in reaction to her forwardness.

"There are more sights like these inside if you're interested. Very good tea too," she winked again and gestured to the building behind her.

After prying his eyes away from her curves, with some degree of difficulty, he saw the reason she was dressed as she was. The building she gestured toward was a maid café. Ippan had never really considered going into one, not because they didn't appeal to him, but just because he had always been afraid of someone he knew recognizing him in one. Everyone knew exactly the kind of people who frequented these places. People like Uchika, or what Uchika would become when he grew old. Now it didn't matter though. Ippan gave the young woman a smile and walked in.

He was greeted on the inside by a very different-looking woman. She was shorter than him, but still had some nice curves, sitting at about an E-cup with alabaster pale skin and mint-green hair. The most peculiar thing about her was her yellow eyes, which looked like the eyes of a snake just like Miyabi's. She wore the same uniform as the woman out front, but also wore a totally deadpan expression. When she finally spoke, her voice was so monotonous it bordered on robotic.

"Welcome to La Noir café, my name is Hikage and I will be your server. Please follow me." She led Ippan over to an empty booth and set down the menu. He seated himself and watched as Hikage bowed deeply and walked away toward the kitchen. When he saw her walk away, he noticed something about her. She was a shinobi.

When a shinobi went through training one of the first things they were taught was how to be on guard at literally every moment. Eventually, being on guard becomes the shinobi's default idle position. They're always aware on a subconscious level of where their openings are, what their center of gravity is, when they are breathing in and out, how loud they are breathing, and so on. The next thing a shinobi is taught is how to make it look like they aren't constantly aware of those things, since most ordinary people aren't aware or even care about those things. Someone who is constantly rigid and ready for battle at any moment would stand out. Once a shinobi learns this, they can go through everyday life and almost no one will be the wiser. But because all shinobi have gone through that training, they can spot when someone else is faking a casual stance or casual movement, because they have to do it constantly themselves.

Ippan was no exception, and he knew that his server was a shinobi. It was strange though, he knew all of the shinobi students from Hebijo, and even just being a shinobi in training awarded him a livable allowance. A graduate shinobi, Akunin or Zennin, definitely wouldn't need to work multiple jobs to get by no matter what. So, what would a shinobi be doing working at a café? As he was thinking about all of this, he had the menu up pretending to look through its contents carefully.

After a few moments, the last customer had left the café, leaving just Ippan. At this time of day, he wasn't surprised having just missed the lunch rush, and there didn't appear to be much staff on duty. Ippan decided to keep his guard up but otherwise not react. The only possible explanation for Hikage being a shinobi and working here would be if she were part of a deep undercover mission, or she was a renegade. Either way, he didn't really want to cause any trouble. Ippan didn't have enough loyalty to Akunin in general to care that much about renegades, and he certainly wasn't about to ruin someone's undercover operation.

After some time, Hikage returned to Ippan's table. He was acutely aware that the two of them were the only people present inside the main dining area of the café.

"What can we get for you?" she asked from right next to him. He was about to answer when he suddenly felt something sharp against his neck. He slowly turned his head to meet her gaze. Her expression hadn't changed much, but there was now a certain animalistic intensity to it. "You know," she accused in a slightly lowered voice.

Ippan gulped and nodded. Either he let his guard down for a split second too long or she was really good. There wasn't much he could do from here, if things went south, he was leaving here with at least a nasty scar. He cursed himself for unsummoning his guardian, Reiko might have actually proved to be helpful in this situation.

"You're from Hebijo," she continued, "that used to be my school." It looked like she was a renegade after all. Definitely not the lesser of two evils here. In fact, she had a pretty good reason to kill Ippan, he was a liability.

"Listen," he started and felt her knife press a bit harder into his neck, "I honestly don't care if you're a renegade. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"How can I be sure?" she asked, her monotonous tone making the situation far more frightful. More importantly, she had a good point. Ippan could just be telling her this to get her to let him go, then he could turn around and tell everyone at the academy.

"Let me guess, you left Hebijo because you didn't like the way it did things. Maybe you just wanted the freedom to be able to do what you wanted with your life, instead of being forced to follow orders like a pawn," Ippan was staring into the middle distance now, getting a bit lost in thought again. "I can sympathize with that feeling. I've been struggling with it myself. I have no reason to get you killed, I envy the life you live."

Ippan felt the blade shake slightly. Her face was just as deadpan as it was before, but her eyes were searching his carefully. After a moment, she removed the blade from his neck.

"Look, just to show you how serious I am, my name is Ippan Norizuka. Now you know exactly who to look for if your cover is blown."

"Who is your sensei?" she asked suddenly, catching him slightly off guard… again.

"Suzune."

Something flashed in her eyes, and he saw her posture get slightly more relaxed. Did she know Ippan's sensei? More importantly, did his sensei know about Hikage? That was a strange thought.

"I feel like I can trust you. Hinata's blade will not taste blood today." She brought her knife up to her lips and licked the multi-segmented blade with her tongue before folding it into its handle and slipping it inside the sleeve of her uniform. Without saying much else, she took a seat across from Ippan, keeping her eyes trained on his.

"Um, aren't you on the clock?" he asked.

"I don't have emotions, but I can tell you need someone to talk to. I'm a good listener."

An hour passed.

"I just don't know what to do…" Ippan finally ended his rant. Hikage wasn't wrong, she definitely was a good listener. She very calmly and patiently nodded along to everything he said and didn't even seem the least bit distracted. When someone Ippan assumed to be the manager came by to see what she was doing, she simply said she was on break and continued to listen. The manager left with a look on his face that seemed to imply he knew he wouldn't get anywhere by arguing with her.

Ippan had explained his current predicament to her, carefully leaving out the details about his rings, and simply telling her he had means of escaping the life of an Akunin, leaving the method vague.

"Well, I sort of escaped the life of an Akunin along with my classmates not too long ago," she replied. Her deadpan expression had maintained throughout the conversation.

"And how is it for you?" Ippan asked, eager to know the inside scoop on the life of a renegade.

"We get attacked by Hebijo shinobi at least three times a week and I haven't eaten anything besides wild grass and bean sprouts for the past three days." Okay, that didn't sound healthy, but Ippan honestly didn't know enough about wild grass or bean sprouts to dispute it. "I don't have any emotions, but my friends do, and I can tell that in spite of our plights they are much happier to have the freedom to walk down their own shinobi path."

"You don't even have enough money to eat properly?" Ippan asked, curiosity piqued.

"Not only are we renegades we're also technically high school drop-outs. It's not easy to find a job that isn't just part-time like this one. If we were ordinary people that might not be an issue, but as shinobi we tend to blow all of our money on food almost immediately, leaving nothing for the rest of the month."

Shinobi training burned a lot of calories. Most shinobi needed to eat a lot more than normal folks in order to compensate. It was definitely a rough spot to be in. He found himself feeling a bit bad now, knowing that he had such an incredible power that would let him eat anytime he wanted for free when there were kindred spirits like Hikage being left to starve. Ippan honestly wanted to do something about that, but he had to find the right way to phrase it so there weren't devastating consequences. He'd have to think about it later though, for now he was a bit distracted by something.

Two somethings actually, which he was shamelessly staring at. Hikage followed Ippan's gaze, looking down at her cleavage and then back up to him, her expression wasn't shifting in the slightest.

"You seem to really like looking at my breasts." She said.

"Honestly," Ippan began, "I do. Quite a lot, they have nice shape to them."

Suddenly she made a sound that was similar to a laugh, but her face didn't change at all. "You remind me of a friend of mine."

Ippan really wanted to try something with her. Unlike his fellow classmates and Reiko though, he didn't have an established relationship he could take advantage of when requesting lewd things. Even with the rings, if he asked to her to do something she would probably decline. As he carefully considered what to do next, he placed a hand on her breast. This elicited a slight gasp from Hikage, but otherwise no reaction.

"Now you really remind me of a friend of mine."

Meanwhile at Hanzo academy, a certain blonde-haired, breast-worshipping, sexual harassing ninja sneezed during her training.

That was certainly an odd thing to be remembered for. Ippan was curious, but also too focused on thinking about his next course of action and about the impossible softness of Hikage's tits. He had slipped a hand inside her top to explore, giving her bare flesh gentle squeezes as he remained lost in thought.

He had made it a point not to use the normality powers to make it so he could just request sexual acts at any time. It felt much more rewarding to let them come to him with that sort of thing. But unfortunately, this meant he ran into situations like these, where he really wanted to get his rocks off, but without normality he wouldn't be able to do it and ensure she was giving just as much as she got. If he stuck his dick in her mouth, she wouldn't stop him, but she also wouldn't take much initiative in sucking it to completion.

Ippan gently flicked her nipple and then noticed a distinct lack of sound coming from her. Looking up at her face, he understood. She was deeply flushed and breathing a bit heavier, but still held little expression in her face. She was clearly trying her best to keep her near-permanent poker face but there was something there in her eyes. She may not have been as emotionless as she let on.

That gave Ippan an idea. The biggest problem he had with just making it so everyone would always follow his orders was that he would never know if they were just following his orders because they were compelled to or because they genuinely wanted to. He supposed he could make it so they always wanted to, but that felt a bit too fake. But maybe if he included a trigger phrase, he could be a bit more selective about it.

"It is normal for someone to obey any order I give them if said order is prefaced with the phrase 'would you mind'." That took care of the first part. This way he could still give them orders and if he didn't include the trigger phrase, they wouldn't be compelled to obey. There was one more part to this, however. "It is also normal for any order given in this way to be perceived by anyone observing, besides me, as being a simple common courtesy." He didn't always want his public sexual acts to be seen as such.

Now that Ippan had laid the ground-work, it was time to reap the rewards. "Hikage, would you mind climbing under the table and sucking me off?"

"Huh? Oh, sure." Without any delay, she slipped underneath the table and began undoing Ippan's pants, pulling out his hardened member. "Huh, you're pretty big." It never stopped being satisfying to know that. Even though he couldn't see what she was doing, he very quickly felt the effects as his cock was plunged into her moist mouth. Ippan let out a groan of pleasure as she immediately deep-throated him and began to slide her lips across his shaft.

"Hikage I really need you to… oh." Ippan suddenly saw the manager walk up again, it seemed like he was about to get Hikage to come back before he saw her under the table with Ippan's cock in her mouth.

"Sorry about holding up your employee, sir," Ippan said amicably.

He shook his head. "Oh no that's perfectly fine. I can see she is just doing you a favor. I'm frankly impressed by her good customer service!" he let out a hearty gut laugh. Then Ippan got an idea.

"You know, since she has such good customer service skills," emphasis on service, "I'd say it would be normal for you to offer her a free meal at the end of her shifts."

"You're absolutely right," the manager smiled. "Well, I won't bother you much longer. Enjoy the rest of your stay, sir." With that he bowed and walked away. Once he was far enough away, Hikage pulled Ippan's cock out of her mouth but continued to stroke him with her hand, poking her head out from under the table to look up at him.

"Thanks, Ippan. I appreciate it. I do feel kind of bad for Haruka though…"

"Haruka?"

"The one that greeted you out front. She's one of my renegade friends." This was an interesting revelation, as Ippan had no inkling that the woman out front was a shinobi, which meant she was really good at faking a casual stance. It also meant that Ippan was in worse danger earlier than he realized, since even if he managed to get out from under Hikage's knife, he wouldn't have been able to make it out the door.

"I'd say it would be normal for her to get free meals too, she definitely did a good job of bringing me in here," Ippan was fondly remembering her impressive curves.

"I suppose that's true," she said then slid his cock back into her lips. She was handling Ippan's dick like a pro, and he could tell. There was a very clear difference between Ryouna's desperate and enthusiastic blowjobs and Hikage's less enthusiastic but extremely skilled blowjobs.

"You really know what you're doing, huh?" Ippan said before moaning out in pleasure as she swallowed around his shaft, creating a soft ripple that caressed his rod. She removed him again to reply.

"There was a time that I entertained the idea of being a prostitute in order to make easy money. My friend Homura talked me out of it, but not before I got a lot of practice."

"What did you practice on?" Ippan asked, very curious.

"Haruka makes some pretty weird medicines." This response didn't quite satisfy Ippan's curiosity as he had no idea what Hikage meant by that, but she returned his cock to her lips, sucking and licking along his engorged member with such finesse and skill that he instantly forgot what she said. Ippan was close to climax and he could feel the familiar pressure in his groin heralding it.

"I'm close, Hikage," he warned. With a low growl, he began to cum, shooting thick ropes of sperm onto her waiting tongue. He heard her give a surprised gasp, no doubt at the taste, and then eagerly begin to swallow his loads one after another. Her gulping was loud enough for Ippan to hear, and there was such incredible satisfaction at being able to hear it.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…" The sound echoed steadily through the whole café, and after perhaps realizing that Ippan was nowhere close to stopping, Hikage started to bob her head along his cock again, still not losing any stride in swallowing down the sticky cream. Ippan had his head tilted back and his legs sticking out. His toes were curled in his socks at Hikage's continual milking.

After Ippan had finally finished his signature long ejaculation, Hikage made a loud slurping noise as she sucked out whatever sperm was left inside his shaft before completely pulling it out of her mouth. She slid back up in the bench across from Ippan, moving the contents of her mouth around and clearly savoring the taste. With one final gulp, she let out a contented sigh.

"I may not have emotions, but I do have taste buds, and that was the most delicious stuff I've ever had."

Ippan was grinning like an idiot, "Thanks, Hikage, I appreciate you doing that for me."

She shrugged, "It was the polite thing to do, I suppose. I'd do it again too if it meant getting to taste that again. Much better than grass." She nodded.

"Hikage," the voice of the busty greeter was suddenly beside Ippan, nearly making him jump in surprise.

"Ah, Haruka," Hikage replied, "is it time to swap?"

"Yes. I'll take over from here." When Ippan looked at the woman, evidently named Haruka, he found it extremely difficult to read her expression. Well, not quite, her expression was one of casual sexuality and delinquency, but he found it difficult to read her true emotions. And now that he was aware of the fact that she was a shinobi, he realized why he didn't notice her trying to fake a casual stance earlier. Quite simply, she wasn't. Even still, she had no obvious openings or exploitable weak points. It was almost like she had just modified her casual stance to be her battle-ready stance. A clever idea.

"Okay, I'll go let boss know," Hikage replied and walked off, leaving the two of them alone.

Haruka immediately replaced her friend in the booth, "I heard you two having fun in here and just had to see it for myself."

Ippan chuckled breathily, "She was just doing me a favor. She was really good at it, though."

"Oh, I know," Haruka replied casually enough. "Now, I overheard your discussion with her and I'm glad she's satisfied with your little story, but I'm the kind of girl who likes to get to know a potential threat really well." As if to emphasize her point, Ippan felt something soft graze his thigh.

"Well, go ahead and ask me anything, I'm an open book."

"I suppose we should start with the obvious, what's your name again?" she asked, placing both of her elbows on the table and leaning forward with her chin resting on her graceful fingers. Once again, no openings; but also, no sign of faking her demeanor. She was even twirling one of her sandy-blonde locks of hair flirtatiously with a finger while she awaited an answer. Even just that simple detail was enough to nearly distract Ippan from the fact that she was a trained killer. This woman was dangerous.

"Ippan Norizuka," Ippan repeated for this new friend.

"Age?"

"I'm a second-year at Hebijo." These questions were easy, but if Ippan had to guess they were control questions so she would be able to easily spot a lie later on.

"What's the name of your shinobi class sensei again?" she was looking him dead in the eyes, smiling with her soft-looking lips.

"Suzune." Ippan noticed a very slight shift in her expression. One of Ippan's strong skills as a shinobi was deception and espionage, and part of that skill was knowing when the two were being used on him. He was really good at spotting unusual behavior when he was looking for it. She, however, was just as good if not better than him. Even Ippan couldn't tell what she was thinking, just that her thought process had changed slightly. This was almost the same shift he sensed in Hikage earlier.

"Sexuality?" That one was unexpected.

"Uh, straight." Ippan's hesitation was only because of her forwardness.

"Preferred breast size?" Ippan thought she had to be fucking with him now.

"I don't really have a preferred size. Most of the women I know have huge tits though. No idea why, but I'm not complaining."

"Are you a virgin?" Ippan was starting to take her questions less and less seriously now, but he remained cautious in case that was her intention.

"Yes. I've gotten a couple blowjobs and a few handjobs, though, so I'm not totally out of the loop."

Her grin widened slightly. Ippan became aware of the soft something from a moment ago rubbing against his shin. He wanted to maintain eye-contact, so he didn't look to see what it was yet.

"Are you single?" she asked.

"Nope, I have both a girlfriend and a personal cum-dumpster." She really seemed to like that answer, narrowing her eyes and licking her lips. The rubbing on Ippan's leg grew a bit more intense. Whatever it was, it had a slight curve, and seemed to bend near the tip… he wondered if she was rubbing his leg with her bare foot?

"Oh my, busy, aren't we? Next question, what are your current aspirations?"

"I have a dream to wake up in a king-sized bed surrounded by a veritable ocean of naked women willing to explore every perverted fantasy that emerges from my twisted mind." Her foot(?) was now sliding along Ippan's inner thigh, he could feel himself growing harder again in spite of the orgasm he just had. One thing he had discovered about whichever ring was making his ejaculations longer was that it did now require a lot more time to recover. This fact made Ippan slightly conflicted about whether he wanted her to continue what she was doing.

"What are some of those fantasies?"

"Well, I could tell you that," Ippan began, grinning just as wide as her, "or I could let you find out." Honestly at this point, his fantasies weren't that complicated. He found himself really enjoying blowjobs and he definitely liked it when women drank/ate his cum, but aside from that nothing else was coming to mind. The thought that maybe Haruka would start giving him a footjob was surprisingly appealing and he really didn't know he had a thing for feet until just this moment. Ippan figured letting twisted and perverted ideas bubble up naturally in his mind would be the best course of action at this point, it certainly hadn't let him down yet.

She chuckled softly. "That concludes our little interview I think."

What? He thought. She didn't even ask any important questions.

"That's all you needed to know that you can trust me?"

"I more or less trusted you from the beginning. Frankly, I trust Hikage's judgement, but when you mentioned Suzune and I saw the look in your eyes I was sold. She was our former sensei as well." Her foot began to actually grind against the bulge in Ippan's pants now. "Everything else after that was a compatibility test."

"A compatibility test for what?"

"Us, of course. I should let you know that you passed with flying colors. I like you already, Ippan." She gave a genuine smile, and she looked gorgeous while doing it. "But I should let you know, I have very high standards. I can tell you are very clearly a fellow dominant in the bedroom, just like me. We can be an amazing team, you and I, but first you have to really impress me. You have a willing slave, I have a sneaking suspicion I know who it is, and I am already quite impressed that you managed to collar her right from under her fiery sister."

Holy shit, Ippan thought. She managed to glean that from the questions he answered. He wondered if she knew the rest of his classmates. "However, you have only one slave. I'll tell you what, if you manage to get yourself a few more willing fuck-toys, I may consider joining you in that little dream you have." She winked seductively.

Challenge, fucking, accepted. Ippan knew it would be a trivial matter to use the rings to make her submit to him, or even just making a few other girls submit to him, but there was something so satisfying about doing it this way. He certainly wasn't planning on stopping at just Ryouna when it came to submissives, Haruka basically just sweetened the pot by challenging Ippan to do something he was planning on doing anyway.

Ippan noticed the rubbing of her foot on his groin was becoming less intense. There was some relief in it, since he was already so sensitive still, but he had his pride to consider. He wasn't about to get blue-balled by this woman.

"Haruka, would you mind giving me a footjob until I cum?"

"Oh, I'd love to." She licked her lips. "As long as you don't mind me sampling some of the aftermath. I heard Hikage earlier saying it tasted good. As a scientist, I would like to sample some myself."

"Please do." Ippan winked and became aware of the fact that his pants were coming undone. She was unzipping his pants with her toes. Ippan marveled at how much the very idea of that turned him on. His cock then became exposed to the elements again, and he could feel her foot directly on his member. Her skin was soft, and the curves of her arch and toes were making for a very enjoyable experience. She definitely knew what she was doing, because she even seemed to be accounting for Ippan's sensitivity by going very slowly and softly at first.

"Oh," Hikage suddenly appeared next to them. Once again, Ippan nearly jumped. These were shinobi all right, and good ones. "What are you two doing?"

"He asked me to do him a favor too," Haruka replied and licked her lips seductively.

Curiously, Hikage leaned over and peaked under the table, "Oh, I see. Well, I'm heading outside now. Have fun." She then turned around and began walking away. There was something very sexy about having been caught in the act in public, Ippan was growing to enjoy the sensation.

Once Hikage was out of the door, Haruka turned back to Ippan and smiled, "You're lucky she was the one serving you first. I probably would have tried to poison your food the moment I noticed you were a shinobi. I might be a renegade but protecting my friends is my number one priority."

Ippan cocked an eyebrow curiously, to which her only response was a widening, creepy, and sadistic grin. He definitely was glad he was served by Hikage, this way he managed to make two friends instead of dying. Her feet were pumping more intensely, and by now the sensitivity was gone replaced only by the pleasure of her soft and petite feet.

"It's twitching so much; do you like my feet that much, Ippan?"

"I do, and I honestly didn't know I did until I felt them."

She chuckled seductively. "Well I'm glad I have broadened your horizons a bit. Maybe I can broaden them more in the future."

"I would love nothing more." Ippan said, starting to pant a bit from her relentless movements. She had now begun to slide the toes of one of her feet along the shaft of his cock while the toes on her other foot were curled around his tip, rubbing it and spreading his precum around.

"I can feel you getting close Ippan, go ahead and cum all over my feet." He didn't need much more encouragement, he began to squirt his load between her toes, a torrent of cum drenching her feet and even covering her shins. A pool of sticky, white sperm was forming on the ground beneath the table as she used her feet to pump every last drop he had.

"Oh my, it's still coming," Haruka sounded genuinely surprised, and a slight blush was forming on her cheeks as the seconds rolled by and more and more of Ippan's cum was pooling on the floor below and plastering the bottom of the table. This was much messier than a blowjob, but there was something sexy about that, too.

Once Ippan had finished, Haruka looked flummoxed, "That was forty-seven seconds. I counted. Now I'm glad I didn't kill you." She reached down beneath the table and seemed to scoop up some of the semen from her leg with her finger and brought it to her lips. When she put it in her mouth her eyes widened, her composure completely shattering for a split second before she swallowed and swiftly took another fingerful and brought it to her lips.

"Slurp, gulp… slurp, gulp…"

She was even blushing from the taste it seemed. "Oh my, I must say, that is the most delicious sperm I've ever tasted." She produced a small clear glass vial from her cleavage and ran it along her leg, catching some of the thick sperm inside and corking it. "I'm going to save a bit of that for my free meal later." Ippan beamed with pride as though he had just created the most delicious sauce in the world… and technically he did. But now his softening cock was even more sensitive than it was before, something he noticed all too well when trying to put it away back in his pants.

"Well it has been fun speaking with you Ippan, but I should probably get to work cleaning this up."

"I understand, thanks for the customer service." Ippan winked at her as he stood up, getting ready to leave.

She chuckled and waved, "Anytime."

Chapter 6: The Twilight Hours

Notes:

Warning!

Watersports content ahead. It's a small part at the beginning and nothing important happens during it. If you would rather avoid it, skip ahead from the paragraph starting: "Oh, lots of stuff..." to the next scene break, you won't miss anything important.

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Unlike the day before, the road home was uneventful for Ippan. He made a few stops to curiously fondle some cute girls along the way but didn't really want to mess up whatever schedules they had so he didn't linger long. He was honestly pretty eager to get some sleep and get tomorrow going. He was looking forward to using his powers on some new faces that he didn't see almost every day. His mind was thinking back to the dossiers that Imu had given him on all of the strongest shinobi at Hanzo and he couldn't wait to meet a few of them.

Before Ippan knew it, he had arrived at his doorstep. He swung open the door and walked inside. "I'm home!" he announced, with slightly more enthusiasm than he had the day before.

Interestingly, he heard two voices welcome him home, both female. He wondered if his mother was back from her business trip. It seemed doubtful; she was supposed to be booked for a couple more months. Both voices had come from the living room area, so he made his way down the hall and into the room.

Ippan first saw his sister seated in her usual spot on the couch, watching the TV in her workout spats and a t-shirt. She was covered in sweat, which probably meant she had just finished her routine. Midori's bare feet were propped up on something, and it took Ippan a moment to recognize the head of blonde hair. Ryouna was on all fours facing the TV with Midori's feet resting on her back. Ryouna turned to look at Ippan and she looked happy as a clam.

"Master~! Look, look! Ryouna is being used as furniture! It's so degrading!" She wiggled happily with a blush on her cheeks.

"Uh, what's going on?" Ippan asked. Ryouna had never been to his house before, and he was pretty sure she didn't even know where he lived.

Ryouna tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

"Why are you here?" Ippan asked, careful not to sound disappointed. While this was a surprise, it certainly wasn't an unpleasant one.

"I live here now." Ryouna had a look of confusion on her face, one that Ippan shared until it clicked. He had totally forgotten that he made it normal for girls in his harem to live with him. "This piggy already brought all of her stuff over, some of it is in your room and Miss Midori helped her move the rest into storage!" Ippan thought it was a good thing his room was much too large for just him, but he was curious to know the full extent of the damage. So, Ippan said he wanted to go change and excused himself for the moment.

When he entered his room, he was shocked to find it covered with stuffed animals, fuzzy pillows, hearts, and other various girly decorations. Most of it was white, blue, or red, thankfully not pink, though the visual was still more than a little embarrassing. Most of her things were shoved into a corner of Ippan's room that had previously been empty, and he thanked whatever gods existed for small favors.

Being the proud pervert that Ippan was, he opened up Ryouna's drawers until he found her panties. They smelled nice, and they were all either very cutesy, pink, and frilly; or they were very racy, lacy, and left little to the imagination. He was happy to find a distinct lack of bras in her collection of underwear, though he noted that may not have been his doing since even before that normality she didn't seem to wear any. He found himself mildly curious about what actually happened to all the bras in the world after he made it normal not to wear them.

Eventually Ippan did change, getting into a comfortable T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Suddenly the door burst open and Ryouna came rushing inside excitedly.

"Master, your sister keeps ignoring me!" Ippan was about to sigh and explain that Midori was just like that sometimes, but Ryouna wasn't done, "I love it! Abandonment foreplay is my favorite!"

"Well, you'll get along great with her I suppose." Ippan smiled at his strange submissive and she beamed back at him.

"So, what kind of cruel stuff are you going to do to this bitch tonight, huh?" Ryouna bounced around impatiently, wiggling her rear cutely. Ippan actually wasn't sure. He'd need to think about it, and as luck would have it, he needed to use the restroom. Praying to the porcelain god did have a tendency to supply him with good ideas.

"Oh, lots of stuff, but first I need to go to the bathroom." He got ready to head out the door when he noticed that Ryouna had suddenly knelt down and opened her mouth.

"Um, Ryouna, what are you doing?"

"Master said he needed to use the toilet!"

"I have a toilet down the hall."

"Why would Master use that toilet when he has a perfectly good one right here?" She was blushing and pointing to her open mouth with both fingers.

That was certainly not something Ippan had ever even thought about before. He generally held women in fairly high esteem; which shouldn't have been surprising given that most of the women he knew were ass-kicking ninjas. So, the thought of using one as a toilet when he needed to piss had never occurred to him before. But here was Ryouna, her mouth open, blushing and panting with anticipation, urging him to use her instead of the perfectly good plumbing he had. And just like the footjob incident from earlier, he found himself kind of liking the idea.

"Hm, all right then. But you had better not spill any. I don't want any of it on the floor of my room, understood?"

Ryouna practically moaned with delight. "Yes Master! Use Ryouna as your own personal toilet!"

Ippan slipped down his shorts, revealing his cock to her. Without needing any kind of command, she immediately and excitedly slipped the tip into her mouth and closed her lips in a tight seal. She then gave her master a look that implied her readiness. Ippan hesitated, mostly at the strangeness of the situation, but eventually just relaxed and let his bladder empty. She practically begged him for it, so there wasn't any good reason not to let her get what she asked for.

Ryouna's blush intensified as she began to swallow Ippan's urine, her eyes rolling back slightly in their sockets.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…" He was worried she might not be able to keep up, but she did so with surprising ease. Not even a single drop was leaking out of the corner of her lips. He wondered if even Ryouna could be enjoying this, but then noticed the telltale sign of her hips twitching. Jerking might be a better word, she looked like she was enjoying this even more than anything else he'd done to her thus far, and Ippan supposed that made sense. It was by far the most humiliating and sadistic thing he had done. The eroticness of the situation hit Ippan like a ton of bricks, as did the realization of how much he was enjoying this. He actually started to grow a bit hard, which only made his stream of piss even more intense.

"Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp…" Her gulping became more rapid at the sudden increase in velocity, but she still managed to keep pace. It was quite the spectacle, but he steadily became aware that her face was turning red with more than just a blush. Of course, there was no way she would be able to breathe through this. With some degree of effort, Ippan managed to stop his stream.

Her lips popped off of his tip and she immediately gasped for air and panted like she had just been underwater. Her tongue was out, and her hips were still jerking wildly, making her breath a bit stunted as well.

"M-maaaster, Ryouna loves it… s-she loves being a toilet s-so muuuuch~" She actually sounded a bit delirious but hearing her say that made Ippan want to keep going.

"Good, because I'm not done." Ippan said as he put his tip back in her mouth and finished his stream. He didn't have that much left in him, but he knew that didn't matter. She was enjoying the experience one way or another.

"Gulp-gulp… gulp-gulp… gulp-gulp…" Her swallowing was starting to get a bit irregular, and Ippan saw a bit of yellow appear at the corner of her lips as some got released. Thankfully for his floor his bladder emptied fairly quickly after that. He pulled out for a second time and she collapsed onto the floor, her hips still jerking. He never ceased to be amazed by what little he actually had to do to get her to orgasm, in fact he realized he'd never even seen the blonde masochist's pussy, much less have needed to touch it.

Ryouna lay on her back, her chest heaving as she let out little stuttering moans. She kept trying to say something, it sounded like "master", but it was too slurred for Ippan to understand very well. He decided to just sit down next to her for a bit, he was curious how that experience was for her but wanted her to recover before asking. Instead he just pat her belly in a rhythmic and gentle pattern.

After a few minutes she sighed contentedly and sat up, cuddling against Ippan. "Master~ that was amazing!"

"I'm surprised even you enjoyed that so much," Ippan admitted.

"Ryouna was worried at first, but now she loves being a toilet! It was so humiliating!"

"Well, uh, I'm glad you liked it?" Ippan wasn't sure exactly how to take that. It still seemed like an odd thing to enjoy. Still, he enjoyed himself. He even considered doing it more often with her.

After their little adventure the two of them decided to take it easy the rest of the night. Which involved cuddling in the living room, watching TV, and frequent groping.

Meanwhile on the other side of the city, the bearer of the brass pair of normality rings was sitting in her shinobi classroom, looking out of its window at the setting sun. While Ippan's desire to utilize his rings could be seen by many as morally questionable, this other individual was undeniably worse. Her name was Yuki, she was a third-year, a ruthless sociopath, and a sadist. Unlike Ippan, she was not afraid to abuse the power that her rings granted her in order to satisfy her urges and further her agenda.

With a contented sigh and smile on her face, Yuki played a melody on her violin that had been haunting her mind for days. She had come to rather lovingly call it "The Dirge of Ippan". As she sat in her chair and played the tunes, a very upset shinobi classmate of hers, Yasha, was cleaning her toes with her tongue. Yuki thought she was doing a rather good job, actually.

Yuki's rings, though nearly exactly the same pair as Ippan's, were defective. Perhaps defective was the wrong word; it would have been more accurate to say that if this world was an orchestra playing a beautiful symphony, Yuki's rings would be an ill-tuned superfluous cello trying to play along, while Ippan's rings were very much part of the concerto.

The brass rings still functioned mostly correctly, they allowed Yuki to do as she pleased without anybody trying to stop her or reacting negatively; and they even allowed her to change the rules of socially accepted norms. The problem was, unlike Ippan's steel rings, everyone affected by the brass rings knew that their wills were being subverted. Yuki also suspected that Ippan's normality changes could overwrite her own, but she had not tested this hypothesis as of yet.

"You are doing a wonderful job, Yasha," Yuki complimented her friend's skills.

"Fuck you," Yasha growled at Yuki before continuing to lick and suck on her foot. The drawbacks to Yuki's ill-tuned rings were not as bad as one might think. At least not for the sadist, it actually made the experience all the better for Yuki to know that they knew what she was doing, even if they didn't like it. Nobody could deny the power she held over them as she guided them to a brighter future. Yuki believed herself to be this world's savior, and the moment she got her hands on Ippan's earrings, the world would not be able to deny it any longer.

"Look out the window, Yasha." A normality Yuki implemented compelled the other girl to obey, looking out the window that had the golden light of the sunset spilling through. "That light is but a candle to the glow this world will know when I finally guide it to glory. Isn't it wonderful? There will be a place for you and your adorable little sister in it, don't worry."

A vein crossed Yasha's head and she started to quiver as she pulled herself away from Yuki's foot. "You promised me… you were not going to touch her." Yasha was gritting her teeth, her sheer force of willpower managing to briefly, albeit futilely, escape Yuki's control. It wasn't long before her head plunged back down onto her foot, sucking on her toes with vigor.

"Yes, I suppose I did promise that didn't I? Not that you could really do anything to force me to keep it. Cunnilingus now, if you please." Yasha moved, angrily, from Yuki's foot to her waist, swiftly burying her face into her waiting vagina and licking. Yuki didn't bother wearing underwear under her uniform these days.

Another of her classmates appeared. Her name was Kogane. She was tall and graceful, slender and silent with a seemingly omnipresent and slightly ominous grin on her face. Her eyes were usually closed, but Yuki knew she could still see in spite of that, yet was not quite sure how she managed it.

"Good evening Lady Yuki," Kogane said in her typical slightly amused tone.

"Hello Kogane."

"Our spy just reported in, Ippan appears to be planning to transfer to Hanzo and Ryouna will be joining him. We aren't sure why yet, but the transfer seems to be temporary. Ryouna has also moved in with Ippan, though I suppose that's to be expected."

"It certainly is," Yuki mused. While the bearer of the brass rings was immune to the effects of Ippan's normalities as long as she owned her pair, she was still distinctly aware of any changes he made. The ones about his harem were particularly amusing to her. "We ought to prepare to send our own transfer then, just to keep an eye on them."

"Who should we send?" Kogane tilted her head slightly.

Yuki carefully looked over Kogane, enjoying her slender but still pleasantly curvy build. "Prepare transfer papers for yourself, Kogane. I think you'd fit right in with the students at Hanzo. But I think I will have Yasha here shadow our friend Ippan, just to see if he happens to lead us to anything interesting."

Yasha growled in response but continued to lap at Yuki's pussy without breaking stride.

"The papers should be ready the day after tomorrow milady," Kogane responded.

"Very good." With that, Kogane vanished. "You see, Yasha, why can't you be a little bit more like her? There's no point in struggling against your current predicament."

Yasha growled again.

"I suppose you're right," Yuki mocked her reply, "if you were as docile as Kogane it would be much less fun to torment you."

"So, are you ready for tomorrow?" Ippan asked Ryouna just to break the silence. They had returned to his room for the night and were getting ready for bed.

"I think so." Ryouna replied. "I've played with Hanzo's elite a lot! I know lots about them, so this piggy will know exactly how to avoid detection."

Ippan nodded, still sort of unsure about her espionage ability. At this point, though, he realized he could use the rings to make up for anything Ryouna lacked.

Ryouna made her uniform disappear with a hand symbol, replacing it with the thong she had been wearing all day and a sheer black nightie. Ippan had also dressed down to being completely nude and was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Ryouna wasted little time in jumping onto the bed with him and into his lap, wiggling around as she did.

"I'm gonna be the best teddy bear!" Ryouna announced excitedly. "Or maybe like, one of those pillowcases with the cute anime girls on them."

"Dakimakura?"

"Yeah! Those! Except Ryouna's a real girl," she giggled, "and she's way softer and more fun to cuddle."

Ippan couldn't deny that, especially as he currently rubbed his hands all over her soft and squishy body. It was remarkable to think that under all that softness was a layer of solid muscle from the shinobi training.

There was a lull in the conversation as Ippan idly groped the blonde, but Ryouna eventually broke it. "Where was Master earlier by the way? This girl got home, packed, and arrived here all before you got back."

"Well, I know I can just hop and get home really fast, but on really eventful days like these I prefer to just walk home. I'm usually not in any particular hurry." Hopping was a kind of a shorthand term that referred to the shinobi method of crossing long distances really quickly. It was called such because it typically involved literally jumping from rooftop to rooftop very rapidly.

"That's so cool!" Ryouna said, wiggling a bit. "Can Ryouna join her Master for his walks sometimes?"

"I would love nothing more," Ippan smiled. "I also got a bit sidetracked, I stopped to have some tea at a maid café on the way back."

Ryouna gasped, "A maid café? Ryouna has always wanted to work at one of those! Maid uniforms are so cute and so degrading!"

Ippan smiled at this reaction but was now deep in thought. There was something very inspiring about the renegades he met at the café, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't considering that life for himself. He had the luxury of having time to set things up to make sure he didn't have to live on wild grass, so this was a more-or-less long-term goal. But he was concerned about Ryouna now. He was worried he might end up forcing her to choose between him and her lifestyle as an akunin.

"Hey Ryouna, I have a question." He didn't want to ask the question he was about to, but morbid curiosity had gripped him.

"Yes, Master?" She turned her head toward his, looking with her own brand of curiosity.

"This is just a hypothetical, so don't panic, but what would you do if I became a renegade?"

Without even a second of hesitation, Ryouna replied, "This piggy would go with you!"

Ippan blinked, "Really?"

"Yes! Ryouna is only an akunin because she gets to have fun however she wants, zennin don't like that idea much. Ryouna isn't loyal to anyone but her Master! So, she will go where he does no matter what."

Ippan actually felt his heart warm up from this reply, and he instantly felt better. "Thanks, Ryouna. I know you like to be abused in nearly every way," she nodded furiously, "but if I could just break the character of the cruel master for a moment and speak honestly, I'm very happy to own such a cute and sweet girl, and I'm happy to know that you like me enough that you'd give up everything to be with me."

Ryouna blushed a deep red, "Uh, uh! Thank you, Master!" Then she turned around and buried her face into Ippan's chest in embarrassment. It looked like she didn't know how to handle genuine compliments, and Ippan found that adorable.

Before long the two crawled into the bed to sleep. Ippan took Ryouna up on her offer to be a dakimakura and hugged her tightly to him as he slept.

Ippan awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and excited to see what the day would bring with his new mission in place. He wasn't the only one, Ryouna was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. She could barely finish all of the breakfast Midori cooked for the three of them.

"Geez bro, you could have warned me you were getting a live-in submissive so I could have gotten more food." Midori complained over her plate of eggs and sausage.

Ippan shrugged and swallowed a mouthful of pancake, "Honestly it sort of just happened. I wasn't expecting it either."

"It's okay! You can starve Ryouna," the blonde replied, "it's so cruel and this piggy loves it!"

"Right…" Midori looked concerned, to say the least, "and couldn't you have brought home someone more normal!?"

Ippan scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Afraid not. I don't know anyone normal."

"Oh yeah? What about me?" his younger sister asked, puffing out her chest confidently and smirking at him.

"Did I stutter?" Ippan returned with his own smirk.

Midori pouted and folded her arms in a show of grumpiness.

After finishing his breakfast, he went to take a shower. Even though he had left her at the table mere seconds ago, when Ippan opened the bathroom door Ryouna was already inside, naked, and crouched down with her legs wide open, her pink kitty on full display.

"Master~! Please, will Master let Ryouna wash him thoroughly?" She said this with the slightest blush, her bicolored eyes sparkling with desire.

Ippan was in a good mood. He closed the door behind him and used a hand seal to make his clothes vanish. "All right, but we're running kind of late, so we better make it quick."

In a frightening display of shinobi speed and agility, she was already inside the shower stall with the water running within the span of about two seconds, and Ippan rushed to join her. This was the first time he had ever showered with a girl before, so he was as distracted as one might expect from a teenage boy, especially when taking into account Ryouna's amazing curves.

It was okay that he was distracted, however, because Ryouna was picking up the slack for him, diligently and skillfully cleaning every inch of his body. He didn't even have to do anything. Most of the time, Ryouna used her own body to get the job done, mostly her breasts, only using her hands when she needed more precision for the task. She also spent a long time washing Ippan's penis, but surprisingly, even this didn't manage to distract her very much, and the two finished their shower without incident, and surprisingly without anything overly naughty happening either. She apparently took her master's command to make it quick seriously. This was actually a good sign to Ippan, because it meant she could still do what she needed to without getting too distracted by perversion.

When the shower was done, they both got dressed again and made their way out the door together. They began their trek to Hanzo together, but not before Ippan took a moment to admire the sunrise.

Things were about to get really exciting for the young shinobi, perhaps more than he anticipated even now.

Chapter 7: Hanzo

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Ippan stood outside the gates of Hanzo Academy hand-in-hand with Ryouna and Reiko, the latter of whom he had summoned along the way. At last, Ryouna was in disguise and much to her credit, she looked much more ordinary. She was sporting long, black hair with straight bangs and emerald green eyes. She actually reminded Ippan a lot of his sister, but he supposed that was the point since she was going as a sibling. Also, to Ryouna's credit, while she was in disguise her personality shifted considerably. She played the part of a typical schoolgirl perfectly, which served as a pretty substantial surprise. She still seemingly couldn't help but play a perverted person, but it was a completely different flavor to her normal personality so it still didn't give anything away. Now Ippan could see why Suzune had such faith in her espionage abilities.

Ippan didn't bother with a disguise since he had never even seen a Hanzo shinobi before and doubted any of them had seen him. Nor did he bother disguising Reiko since she had the same passive normality effect as his own "normal self" ring, so nobody would question her presence anywhere. Just to be on the safe side, however, he made it normal for anyone at this school to forget everything about him prior to this morning. This was in case Hanzo shinobi had their own dossiers on the Hebijo elites.

"All right ladies, are we ready for our master plan?" Ippan asked his two companions.

Ryouna grinned at Ippan in reply, "Operation: Drown Ippan in Boobies, or DIB, is underway!" Ryouna bounced excitedly, making her boobs jiggle.

Reiko bounced with her and nodded.

Ryouna continued, "We only have one class together, so we should convene during that period and at lunch."

"Sounds good to me," Ippan grinned back at her.

With that, the three of them separated and began to scout the school. Ippan began his walk into the school's courtyard, eyeing the girls in uniform. They were fairly simple uniforms; not traditional sailor uniforms like at Hebijo. A white, button-up, short-sleeved blouse with a navy pleated skirt ending just above the knee. A navy tie was also situated around the neck, giving a fairly professional look to the ladies of the academy. Thanks to Ippan's removal of bras, he could see a few nipple bumps poking through the blouses erotically, and every pair was jigglier than the last.

There was really only one problem with these uniforms, they didn't offer very easy access. Ippan found this out after groping a few of the more buxom girls hanging out around the courtyard before class. The Hebijo uniforms were much easier, since they showed a fair amount of midriff, all he needed to do was slide his hand right under the top. But these Hanzo uniforms were tucked into the skirt, and most of the girls buttoned their blouses all the way up to accommodate the necktie. Ippan thought perhaps a normality change was in order here. He could either go for the completely sleazy route or something a bit more tasteful.

After a few minutes of walking through the halls trying to make a decision, Ippan finally decided to be a bit more tasteful. There was something fun about fishing into uniforms to grab at the goodies, and it often left a nice surprise when he finally got to see them. Plus, watching the girls slowly readjust their clothes after he was through having fun with them was kinda sexy.

"It is normal at Hanzo Academy for ties to be mandatory, but they can be as loose as the wearer sees fit." Almost immediately, most of the students (including the male students) started to loosen their ties. Some only loosened them a small bit while others undid them completely, letting both ends of the cloth dangle in front of them. "It is normal at Hanzo Academy for female students to keep at least three buttons undone on their blouses," Ippan was going to end the statement there, but then got an idea, "the more buttons that are undone past three is a general measure of how perverted a student is."

As soon as Ippan finished his sentence, all of the girls began to unbutton their blouses. Unsurprisingly, the vast majority only undid three buttons. There were a scarce few fours, and Ippan couldn't see any fives, though statistically he knew there had to be some. He knew of at least one, if the shinobi descriptions given to him by Imu were to be believed.

"Sorry! Coming through! Sorry! I'm late!" Ippan was so lost in his own little world that he only barely registered the sound of someone running through the halls in front of him, and by the time he realized she was on a collision course with him, it was too late. He could have evaded the collision without too much trouble, but he was still a bit wary to show off his shinobi abilities and just decided to take the hit.

With a smack the two of them collided and fell to the floor in unison. After they hit the ground with a thud Ippan had a good view of her panties. They were a cute pair with a number of pastel multicolored stripes. As for the girl herself, she looked plain enough, with long dark-brown hair done up into a messy ponytail with a thin white ribbon. She had brown eyes that gleamed with worry as she realized what she had done.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" she hectically began to pick up her books and papers that had become scattered across the floor.

"No worries, I should have been paying more attention," Ippan started to help her, stealing glances at her chest, which was pretty sizeable. Her uniform had three buttons undone, pretty typical. Everything about this girl seemed ordinary, aside from her bust which Ippan's pervert instincts told him probably sat at an F-cup, and she had a red scarf she wore around her neck.

Once all of her papers were gathered, he proceeded to help her up, letting one of his hands lift her up by the arm while his other slipped into her top. Her skin was unfathomably smooth. Pressing his hand against her bare breast was an amazing experience, it was so soft he forgot to think for just a moment.

"Whoa, your skin is so smooth," Ippan couldn't help but say out loud, realizing too late that he had drawn attention to the hand inside her top, not that it actually mattered.

She blushed slightly, "Oh, uh, thanks. I make sure to dry brush my skin every day." Ippan had no idea something so mundane could have such incredible results.

"Oh sorry," he apologized and withdrew his hand, which ended up being the most difficult thing he had ever done, "I must be holding you up."

She tilted her head for a moment and then realization dawned on her face, as though she had just forgotten she was in a hurry, "Oh no! I'm really late, sorry again!" With that she ran down the hall again, her breasts bouncing madly as she did so. Ippan wondered what she was in such a hurry for, classes didn't start for another fifteen minutes. He was a bit disappointed that he didn't catch her name. She was cute, if a little plain, but her skin… by Kami he hoped he got to see and feel more of her at some point.

Ippan arrived at his first class early to introduce himself to the teacher ahead of time. When he got there a man that he assumed to be the teacher was standing outside. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, a dignified man in an all-black suit and tie. He had medium-length hair silver with age but only a few wrinkles on his face. When Ippan approached the man looked at him with piercing light brown eyes.

"Are you my new student?" He asked.

"If you are Kiriya-sensei and this is the math class, then yes."

"I am and it is. It's a pleasure to meet you, remind me of your name?"

"Ippan Sanzou." Ippan almost forgot to use the fake name Imu had come up with for him.

"Sanzou, that's right. Come with me." He walked into the classroom with Ippan in tow. Since there was still ten minutes until class started, there was only one other student in the room. She looked quite pretty with long, black hair and a really big pair of breasts. Three buttons undone.

"I hope you'll get along with your fellow students," Kiriya said. "though not too well. You're here to learn after all."

"Of course," Ippan replied to the teacher but kept his eyes glued to the long-haired girl staring out the window. Her eyes were a striking shade of dark blue, and her posture was perfect, like the posture of a princess in her seat. Except there was something else there…

"I don't take kindly to having distractions in class…" the teacher continued to drone on about the rules of etiquette and what-not, things that didn't really concern Ippan with the rings on. Instead he continued to nod along but was busy trying to figure out what it was about the girl's posture that seemed strange to him.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks, just like it had with Hikage the day before. She was faking it. She was a shinobi.

Ippan was very curious at this point. If she was a shinobi and in one of his classes, it would be a good idea to figure out who she was. Once Kiriya had dismissed Ippan he walked over to her, doing his best to fake his own idle stance just in case.

"Hello there," Ippan greeted in a friendly tone as he approached. "I'm Ippan. And you are?"

The girl looked at him and smiled, though it was sort of a polite smile, not really a genuine one. "Ikaruga. It's nice to meet you," her manner of speaking was very formal, it was pretty obvious she came from a wealthy background. The pieces were already falling into place, Ippan had just met his first elite shinobi student.

"Likewise," He wanted to get her a bit more comfortable with his presence. It didn't seem like she was annoyed or bothered by him being near her, but she definitely gave off an awkward vibe. Like she didn't quite know what to say. Ippan figured she needed a nudge to make her feel a bit more comfortable, perhaps his presence was intimidating to her. It was worth a shot, anyway.

"Hey, stop me if you've heard this one," she looked at Ippan curiously, "knock-knock."

Her eyebrow perked up curiously, "Who's there?"

"Little old lady."

"Little old lady who?" Ippan could practically see the gears in her head turning, trying to figure out the answer.

"Oh, I didn't know you could yodel," it took a second, and he could see her lips moving as she silently mouthed what she said again. Suddenly it came over her in a crashing revelation, and he saw her chuckle, covering her mouth politely as she did.

"Okay, my turn," she replied. Ippan put his hand on his hip, actually a bit curious what she could come up with. "A guy walks into a bar…" she pauses for effect, "he says 'ow'." It was Ippan's turn to have the gears turn, and when they aligned, he let out a hearty laugh.

"All right I'll admit, that wasn't too bad," Ippan said.

She already seemed more comfortable with him being there. Spy work and espionage wasn't Ippan's forte for nothing. He lifted his hand up and hovered it toward her chest, slipping it inside her top. Her gaze followed the movement of his hand, but she made no effort to stop it, and simply returned to looking back at him once the hand had reached its destination. Her skin wasn't quite as smooth as the girl Ippan met in the hall, but it was still erotically soft.

"So Ikaruga, what's your year?"

"Third," she said, a blush evident on her cheeks but not distracting it seemed. "The idea of graduating is exciting, but I'm also kind of sad that I won't get to see my friends as much afterward."

"I'm only a second year and I just arrived here, but I think I understand," Ippan was feeling all over her breast through her slightly opened top. He had found her areola, it was wider than he was expecting but also delightfully puffy. He was having trouble locating her nipple though, oddly enough. Perhaps it blended into the areola really well?

"Did you have to leave many friends behind when you transferred?" she asked.

"Actually yeah. A really good friend of mine, in fact. We'd been buddies since we were kids. I'm still planning on calling him up and hanging out with him, but it will be hard finding the time, you know?" The fact that Ippan couldn't find her nipple was actually starting to disturb him. Surely she had nipples, everyone had nipples. He wondered if she lost them in some accident, but there was no hint of scarring or anything. But there was something…

"Must be really lonely then," she said, slightly deflated.

"A little, that's why I'm hoping to make new friends here. I'm just not used to needing to, so I'm not very good at it. I mean, the ice breaker to our conversation was a knock-knock joke."

She laughed, making her breast bounce a fair bit. With a bit of probing Ippan finally found that the "something" he found a moment ago was in fact a little divot, and he was then excited because that meant she had the rare and elusive inverted nipple, just like Murasaki. He took a few steps so he was standing to the side of Ikaruga without the desk between them, and she turned to continue facing him. He quickly undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse. He was excited to see them now.

"It seemed effective enough on me," Ikaruga admitted, not at all concerned with the unbuttoning of her shirt, "and you seem like a nice guy. Maybe I should introduce you to some of my friends."

Ippan finally managed to yank open her shirt enough to see her breasts on full display, and sure enough, she had innies instead of outies. That was unbelievably hot.

"And judging by how focused you are on um… those, I'd say you'd get along with at least one of my friends really well."

Ippan decided to act slightly embarrassed, "Oh, uh, it's not a bother, is it?"

"For you? Not at all," she smiled warmly, "it's a bit annoying when Kat does it, but it's normal for you." Taking that as an open invitation, Ippan pressed both palms against her flesh with delight, cupping the massive breasts in each hand and feeling their weight. His cock was threatening to tear a hole in his pants, and it probably would have by now if not for the whole clothes-being-made-of-chakra thing. He was then reminded of the normality he had made while in the café, he'd nearly forgotten it.

"Hey Ikaruga, would you mind pressing your breasts together with your arms so I can titfuck you?" Her eyes widened for a moment, but it wasn't in shock at what Ippan said as much as it seemed like she was shocked at herself for forgetting her manners.

"Oh! Absolutely!" she pressed her breasts together with her arms as Ippan undid his pants to release his member. Feeling it against the cool air of the classroom was wonderful, as opposed to it being confined to the inside of his clothes. When Ikaruga saw it her blush intensified slightly, at this point Ippan knew the reason, a reason that never stopped filling him with pride.

He shuffled forward carefully, allowing his member to slowly get engulfed in her huge breasts. Ippan let a moan escape his lips as he felt the tit-flesh wrap around him in an almost loving fashion. He wanted to take this slow so he could savor the fantastic feeling, so he only moved his hips slightly, moving gradually but with purpose.

"Ikaruga," Ippan heard Kiriya, whose presence he had totally forgotten about until now, get the attention of the girl.

"Yes sensei?" she looked to him; her arms still being held in place.

"That is awfully considerate of you, helping out a new classmate like that. Keep it up."

Her blush intensified, but this time it was just bashfulness at being commended, "Thank you, sensei." The first time this happened in the café, Ippan acknowledged what had happened but never truly savored it. The very idea that an authority figure like his new math teacher viewed something like her letting the boy titfuck Ikaruga to his heart's content as something positive let alone doing him a favor was incredible. In Kiriya's eyes, it wasn't perverted at all, it was common courtesy, and she was just helping out a new friend by letting him fuck her luscious melons. Ippan was beginning to think that normality may have been the best one he'd come up with yet.

He continued to buck his hips, still going slow but much faster now than when he started. Ippan really couldn't help it much, as he felt himself nearing climax his muscles just seemed to act entirely on their own. He was peripherally aware that other students had begun to trickle into the room, and while some took notice of what was happening, none of them saw it as anything sexual at all. A few of his classmates even congratulated Ikaruga like the teacher had.

This reaction was threatening to send Ippan over the top, and it did. With one final and intense thrust, he began to unleash his load between Ikaruga's gorgeous tits. At first his ejaculation was entirely between her breasts, causing the sticky white cream to ooze out from between her cleavage as Ippan gave it a hearty creampie. At some point, though, he couldn't help but jerk his hips forward in an attempt to get deeper between them, and as he did the tip poked out and Ikaruga gave a gasp of surprise as a long rope of cum almost hit her eye by accident, and another spurt ended up in her mouth; but as soon as she tasted the cum, she lurched forward and took the rest of Ippan's loads directly between her lips.

He groaned as he felt and heard her gulping down each mouthful that shot from his shaft. He had to correct himself in that moment, making his cum taste amazing was clearly the best normality he had come up with. He didn't think he'd ever stop being satisfied hearing the hefty and vigorous gulps as his semen was swallowed.

"gulp mmm… gulp mmm… gulp mmm!" Ikaruga seemed to be loving the taste so much that she was actually moaning between her gulps.

Ippan's ejaculation raged on for its usual lengthy time, but finally it ended. After it was done, he had to stagger back to prevent Ikaruga from trying to continue sucking him off. Ippan still wasn't sure his stamina was up to the task of going twice in a row like that. Even his encounters in the café had been paced out with a break between climaxes. There was a bit of a forlorn expression on Ikaruga's face as he pulled away, and a bit more blush than he was expecting. She started to almost desperately scrape up all of the cum on her tits, face, and neck and lick it off of her fingers, breathing heavily as she did. The way she did that seemed almost Ryouna-like to Ippan.

She then began to tidy herself up in general, fixing the uniform Ippan desperately clawed open by buttoning it up again. However, she hesitated on the fourth button from the top, ultimately leaving it undone.

Ippan was elated at this sight. Something about his encounter with her had actually opened her mind and made her even more perverted. Ippan couldn't help but grin at his handiwork.

Before class started, Ippan quickly made a request of Ikaruga, prefaced by "would you mind" of course, to have her inform her friends of the experience she just had with him, including the taste of his cum. If she was indeed one of the elite shinobi, and Ippan was pretty sure this was the same Ikaruga Imu had told him about, then her friends would include her fellow shinobi classmates. If he was lucky, that would mean they might be eager to have a taste before he even made any requests of them.

After getting this request, Ikaruga immediately pulled out her cell phone and started texting and kept doing that until the start of class. She was either using a lot of detail or she had a lot of friends. The rest of class went on without much of a problem. It was a math class, so Ippan didn't even have to think much about it much. He even managed to impress Kiriya a few times by being able to solve some equations without really paying attention to the lesson.

The class ended, and it was time to move to Ippan's second period. He noted that Ikaruga quickly pulled out her phone and began texting again as soon as class ended, and walked out the door with her device in hand.

He was kind of excited for the next class. Something told him that the day's pervy escapades were far from over. The boring math class had recharged his stamina, and he was ready to take on whatever the rest of the day had in store. His next class was an English class, and the teacher was female this time. Perhaps she would be sexy.

Much to Ippan's infinite disappointment, the teacher wasn't sexy. The teacher was in fact an elderly woman, very refined and he guessed she probably looked very pretty in her youth but wasn't much to look at anymore. However, all hope was not lost. As his eyes scanned the room for the female students, he found the holy grail.

Sitting in the back of the class, with her legs up on the desk flashing her blue striped panties, was a girl whose uniform was unbuttoned as much as it could possibly be, yet still tucked into the skirt. This gave Ippan a glorious view of her massive cleavage and a glorious insight into her personality.

She had dark blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a constant grin. Could this be the one? She certainly fit the physical description Imu had given Ippan of the elite he had been looking forward to meeting most, Katsuragi. There was only one way to find out. Luckily, he had been assigned the seat next to her.

Ippan walked over and held out his hand to greet her, "Hi, my name is Ippan Sanzou."

She initially didn't look that interested in him, but upon hearing his name her eyebrow quirked up curiously, "You had class with Ikaruga last period, right?" She asked. Her voice was a little husky.

"I did, she was very kind and polite," Ippan smiled, remembering the titjob fondly. "Do you know her?"

"Do I 'know' her? She's my best friend. And her boobs are some of my favorite to grope." She made lecherous groping motions with her fingers for emphasis and even gave a pervy laugh. "I'm Katsuragi by the way."

"Wait, the Katsuragi?" Ippan asked.

"What do you mean?" She quirked her eyebrow again.

"You're the legendary pervert! Your reputation for harassment made you a local hero among my particular circle of friends back at my former school."

She had a slight blush, but her grin just widened to show off her pearly white teeth as she beamed with pride. "Ha! So, my reputation precedes me. I had you pegged for a pervert the moment I saw you. Ikaruga told me that what she did was just a favor… but I bet you still enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Fuck yes," Ippan answered without hesitation, sending her into a fit of laughter.

"I like you already. I'm glad we're desk neighbors… in fact. I might have a bit of a proposition for you."

"Oh?"

"See, I may be in the market to get a new pervert apprentice… normally I don't accept male pupils, but I might be able to make an exception for you. But only if you can prove your worth to me. How does that sound?"

Ippan's mind was screaming "YES" as loud as it could, but he didn't want to sound too eager, "What would being your apprentice entail exactly?"

"Have you ever wanted to know exactly where all of a woman's erogenous zones are? How about the best way to grope her boobs to make her powerless to resist? Maybe even the best way to do perverted things while under the pretense of just being clumsy? Perhaps you'd just like an opportunity to test all these things on a live model?"

She was good, but Ippan's rings would have made knowing all of those things unnecessary. Women already didn't resist when he groped them, he could use a normality to make literally anywhere an erogenous zone, and literally any woman could be his live model. Still, he hadn't really asked because he actually cared about any of that, he just wanted to sound like he did. He wondered if she would sweeten the pot if he acted aloof to the idea.

"Hmm, you drive a hard bargain. But I dunno, sounds like stuff I could easily find on the internet."

She frowned a bit, "Find on the—okay fine. You like Ikaruga right? I'll tell you all of her perverted secrets, I know all of the hidden little kinks she has, even a few she doesn't know yet herself."

Ippan shrugged, "What good are perverted powers if I only know how to use them on one woman?"

She grinned again and folded her arms, making her massive breasts pop up rather pleasingly. "All right, how about all of my closest friends and favorite squeezes?"

That was more like it, "Deal!"

She made her pervy laugh again, "Don't get too excited though, remember you still have to prove your worth. If you can't complete these simple tests, I won't even consider it."

"Bring it on!"

"Heh heh, all right. I have a number of tasks for you to complete throughout the day, at the end of the day I will meet you at the front gate of the school and you must have completed each task and provide proof of your completion."

"Understood," Ippan nodded.

"The first task, you must bring me the panties of five different girls. I don't care how you get them, as long as you do."

Easy enough. All Ippan would need to do is walk up to someone and casually remove their panties. His subconscious was already working out a way to make this one more interesting, though.

"The second task is to infiltrate the girl's locker room while they are changing and take pictures."

Also pretty easy, he wouldn't even need to hide. It was a good thing his phone had a camera.

"The third task is to grope the breasts of at least ten women."

"How would I prove that one?" He asked, pretty sure he'd groped at least ten sets of breasts already today.

"Oh, I will know. I am the pervert guru after all," She beamed. "Those won't be your only tasks, just the ones I need you to complete before I even consider you."

This would be a piece of cake.

The bell rang to announce the start of class, so after introductions were made Ippan was left to consider his options for the rest of the period. Next would be lunch, and he was looking forward to convening with Ryouna and Reiko.