Go and have a chat.

You were very curious at this point. If she was a shinobi and in one of your classes, it would be a good idea to figure out who she was. Once Kiriya had dismissed you, you walked over to her, hands in your pockets just to be absolutely safe.

“Hello there.” You say in a friendly tone as you approach. “I’m Ippan. And you are?”

The girl looks back at you and smiles, though it was sort of a formal smile, not really a genuine one. “Ikaruga. It’s nice to meet you.” Her dialect was very formal, it was pretty obvious she came from a wealthy background.

“Likewise.” You wanted to get her a bit more comfortable with your presence. It didn’t seem like she was annoyed or bothered by you being near her, but she definitely gave off an awkward vibe. Like she didn’t quite know what to say. She needed a nudge to make her feel a bit more comfortable, perhaps your presence was intimidating. Worth a shot.

“Hey, stop me if you’ve heard this one.” She looks at you curiously. “Knock-knock.”

Her eyebrow perks up curiously, “Who’s there?”

“Little old lady.”

“Little old lady who?” You could practically see the gears in her head trying to turn and figure out the answer.

“Oh, I didn’t know you could yodel.” It takes a second, and you can see her lips moving as she mouths what she said again. Suddenly it overtakes her, and you see her chuckle, covering her mouth politely as she does.

“Okay, my turn.” You put your hand on your 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 your turn to have the gears turn, and when they aligned you let out a hearty laugh.

“All right I’ll admit, that wasn’t too bad.” She already seemed more comfortable with you being there. Spywork and espionage wasn’t your forte for nothing. You lifted your hand up and hovered it toward her chest, slipping it inside her top. Her gaze followed the movement of your hand, but she made no effort to stop it, and simply returned to looking back at you once the hand at reached its destination. Her skin wasn’t quite as smooth as the girl you met in the hall, but it was still erotically soft.

“So Ikaruga, what’s your year?”

“Third.” She says, her blush evident 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.” You were feeling all over her breast through her slightly opened top. You had found her areola, it was wider than you were expecting but also delightfully puffy. You were 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 asks.

“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 you couldn’t find her nipple was actually starting to disturb you. Did she even have nipples? Did she lose them in some accident? There was no hint of scarring or anything, though there was something…

“Must be really lonely then.” She says, 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 you found that the “something” you found a moment ago was in fact a little divot… wait. Holy shit. Did you actually find one? The elusive and rare inverted nipple? You took a few steps so you were standing to the side of her without the desk between you, and she turned to continue facing you. You quickly began to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. You had to know now.

“It seemed effective enough on me.” Ikaruga admitted, not at all perturbed by the slow unbuttoning of her shirt. “And you seem like a nice guy. Maybe I should introduce you to some of my friends.”

You 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.” When she said that, it clicked. There was something familiar about her name, and now you were putting the pieces together. Shinobi, Ikaruga, perverted friend… she was the Ikaruga, one of Hanzo’s elite shinobi. What were the odds that you’d be sharing a class with one of them?

You 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, you pressed both palms against her flesh with delight, cupping the massive breasts in each hand and feeling their weight. Your cock was threatening to tear a hole in your pants, and it probably would have by now if not for the whole clothes being made of chakra thing. You were then reminded of the normality you had made while in the café.

“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 you said as much as it seemed like she was shocked at herself for forgetting her manners.

“Oh! Absolutely!” She pressed her breasts together as you undid your pants to release your member. Feeling it against the cool air of the classroom was wonderful, as opposed to it being confined to the inside of your clothes. When she saw it her blushed intensified slightly, at this point you had to know it was likely for the same reason Miyabi blushed all those times when seeing it. A reason that never stopped filling you with pride.

You shuffled forward carefully, allowing your member to slowly get engulfed in her huge breasts. You let a moan escape your lips as you feel the titflesh wrap around you in an almost loving fashion. You wanted to take this slow, so you could savor this fantastic feeling, so you only moved your hips slightly, going slowly but with purpose.

“Ikaruga.” You head Kiriya, whose presence you had totally forgotten about until now, get the attention of your upperclassman.

“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, you acknowledged what had happened but never truly savored it. The very idea that an authority figure like our math teacher viewed something like her letting me titfuck her to my heart’s content as something positive let alone doing me a favor was incredible. In their 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 flesh-melons. That normality may have just been the best one you had thought of yet.

You continued to buck your hips, still going slow but much faster now than when you started. You really couldn’t help it much, as you felt yourself nearing climax, your muscles just seemed to act entirely on their own. You were aware that other students had begun to shuffle 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 your classmates even congratulated Ikaruga like the teacher had.

This reaction was threatening to send you over the top, and it did. With one final and intense thrust, you began to spray your load onto Ikaruga’s gorgeous face and neck. There was a gasp of surprise as a bit of it 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 your loads directly between her lips.

You groaned as you felt and heard her gulping down each individual rope that shot from your shaft. You had to take it back, making your cum taste amazing was clearly the best normality you had come up with. There was something so erotically satisfying about hearing the tiny little gulps as they desperately swallowed your semen.

After you had finished, you had to stagger back to prevent her from doing what your sister had done the other night. You weren’t sure you would be able to handle that again, yet. There was a bit of a forlorn expression on Ikaruga’s face as you pulled away, and a bit more blush than you were 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 was almost… Ryouna-like.

She then began to tidy herself up in general, fixing the uniform you desperately clawed open by buttoning it up again… but she hesitated on the fourth button from the top, ultimately leaving it undone.

Had you just blown her mind by blowing your load? That was fucking amazing.