Chapter 2

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.