A demonstration of your skills

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Here you are, in a bedroom with Janine and one of her students. The room is quite lavish, but in typical Japanese style, the bed is a futon instead of a raised mattress. You’re wearing nothing but a fishnet bodysuit, similar to what Janine is wearing beneath the top half of her ninja uniform. Due to how loose the fishnet pattern is, your breasts and nethers are clearly visible. This isn’t much better than being completely naked… The lewd “garment” stretches from your neck to midway down your thigh before ending abruptly. Add in the fact that your pitch-black hair is pulled back in a long, messy ponytail, and you actually look kinda like a ninja. Or at least, a very undressed one.

Janine says, “I’ve seen your maneuverability skills in action already, but what I really want to see are your seduction skills. Any worthwhile kunoichi can get intel from her enemy using sex appeal, and you must be awesome at it. That beautifully white skin, that big rack strapped to your tiny waist… with a body like yours, I’m sure you’re a pro!”

“R-Right. I am a kunoichi after all, so obviously I can do that,” you reply, arms occupied covering your boobs and pussy. Kunoichi means female ninja, right…? You never got clarification on that… “It’ll be easy for someone as talented as me. S-So what do I have to do?”

“This mission is a simple one. We kunoichi are often tasked with extracting information from key individuals, and this is often easier when also extracting something else from them, if you catch my drift.” But isn’t it demeaning to stoop to that level? Using your strictly off-limits body, just for information…? “Our friend here has been helping a rival ninja clan. Find out which one, and how he’s been helping them. Your identity is a secret for now, but be careful! You know how loose-lipped us girls are once we get a dick in us. You wouldn’t want to end up spilling your secrets instead!” She winks. Well, fortunately, men can’t just make you say whatever they want just by sticking their dicks in you, so it’s fine!

The man is sitting with his legs splayed across the futon, dick already out as he smiles at you expectantly. You get on all fours, crawl up, and grip the man’s shaft tentatively. It’s rock hard. At least all your exposure has helped that process along, but you’d still rather have real clothes on… You slowly stroke his dick as you show him the sweetest smile you can muster after losing a pokemon battle and being **** to jerk off a stranger. Once he starts to leak a little precum, you decide to start questioning him and quickly get this over with.

“So, mister, what’s your name?” you ask. Your thoughts flash back to the Lavender Town hot springs, making the name ‘mister’ feel a lot more submissive than it should.

“Ibuki,” he answers, sounding mostly unmoved by your technique so far. “Yours? Aside from Slut, that is?”

You painfully swallow your pride and begin to answer, “I’m Em-”

“H-H-H-Hey!” Janine interrupts. “All personal details are secret! I just told you that! Haven’t you done this before?”

You clear your throat and start again. “I’m just here to make you feel good! So Ibuki, where are you from? Around here?” You throw in a little extra wristwork, which he seems to appreciate.

“No, I’m from Cinnabar Island.”

“Wow, all the way out there? What brought you here to Fuchsia City? It must have been a pretty big deal, right? You seem like a pretty big deal~.” There, once he answers this you should have the info you need, and you can stop degrading yourself like this.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Worry it about this instead.” That’s the only warning you get before he puts one hand behind your head and plunges it down onto his cock.

“*GLCK! MMPH! MMPH!*” You’re **** to drop to your elbows, protesting in vain as his dick lodges itself in your throat. He holds you there for a few seconds, ass up, face down on his shaft. The smell and taste aren’t what you expected. Salty, musky… but not bad. It leaves you feeling confused and lightheaded until he finally shows mercy and eases the **** on your head. You’re thankful, since being held in place was starting to feel kind of good, and you don’t need that kind of good feeling right now. He doesn’t remove his hand, though.

“A piece of ass like you is sure to have some skill with her lips, right? Show me what you can do.” This time, it isn’t just your pride you’re swallowing as you do exactly as you’re told.

You start things off slow, bobbing your head on his stiff member without much other activity. This is just for information, so it’s not like you’re going to get too into it. Once he’s close to cumming, you’ll get him to talk and then you’ll, uh… leave, or something. But you have to admit, having something warm in your mouth isn’t bad.

“So that’s how a pro starts off… Gets pushed around and lets the man take control…” Janine mumbles.

You start to get distracted with a strange sense of contentment, but you’re broken out of it as your informant reaches out and rolls a sensitive nipple around in his hand. You let out a quick moan around his dick as your tit tingles with pleasure. You had no idea your nipples had gotten so stiff… “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but shouldn’t you be doing a little bit more for me?” the man chides. Insulted at first, you turn his words into an idea. If he wants more, maybe he’ll give you some information in exchange? You pull your head back to start negotiating, but before you can get his tip past your lips, the hand on your head reminds you of its existence.

You’re **** back onto his cock, your nose hitting his pelvis as every inch of him violates your throat. You slap your hands against the floor to try getting him to stop, but he doesn’t let up for a second. You feel your nethers dampening immediately, your fishnets doing nothing to stop a trickle of juices running down your thigh. Strangely, his crotch really feels like the right spot for your face now, simply because he wants you there. Even once Ibuki stops pressing your head, you linger for a few seconds, allowing him to continue impaling your throat as you drink in the feeling of compliance. Aren’t you supposed to be seducing him? So why…?

You swirl your tongue around his member as you pull back until just his head is in your mouth, then give a quick suck. You’re rewarded with a spurt of precum directly onto your tongue. Why weren’t you using your tongue before? This tastes great… Will this work better? Will it make him break and give you the details faster? …That is why you’re doing this, right?

“Wow, she’s really getting into it! It’s only a blowjob and she’s already so wet…” the Gym Leader whispers loudly. You could do without the rude commentary, please! Being studied while having sex feels really really shameful…

The man doesn’t **** you back down again, but keeps his hand on your head and uses it to guide your motions. This is infinitely more frustrating because it means everything that’s happening is your doing. Usually men just ram their rods into your mouth, so you’re spared the task of degrading yourself. They do it for you. Still, the hand on the back of your head keeps you licking and sucking in a submissive stupor.

“She’s not… just blowing him for fun, is she? The interrogation must happen soon, right?” Janine asks herself.

You continue showering the man’s cock with attention as you moan in satisfaction. “Mmm… Nnngh… Lllnnn…” Anyone watching the sight would swear you were a simple cocksucking slut, not a trained kunoichi trying to seduce information out of a target. Before you lose yourself any further, you decide now is the perfect time. Feeling sufficiently relaxed, Ibuki allows you to withdraw your head for a question.

“Hey, Ibuki,” you start, your lips dripping with equal parts saliva and honeyed words, “I’ve always been curious about the culture of ninjas. Do you have any friends who might know-”

Your question falls dead as the sliding door to the room slams open.