Lunchtime!

The rest of class went on without a hitch. When the bell rang you went to the cafeteria with Ryouna and Yozakura. At one point during the trip, Yozakura got out her phone.

“Hah, I already knew that Shiki.” She said to herself. You think you already knew what the text said. Something about your cum being delicious, and just needing to ask if she wanted it. Looks like those texts were already starting to circulate. It wouldn’t be long before the entire school knew it. You didn’t imagine many people would come forward with requests just yet, not everyone in this school was as raunchy or as outgoing as Shiki. You could easily make them that way though... thoughts for later. The fact that so many people knew and would be gossiping about it was good enough for now.

When you entered the cafeteria, Yozakura took you to the table she and her friends usually sat at. The cafeteria itself had a few long tables with lots of seats but it also had a few scatterings of round tables surrounding them. Apparently Yozakura’s table was one of the round ones, and someone was already there.

To say the least, she looked… odd. She looked like she was tall, but it was difficult to tell how tall she was since she was seated; you’d guess she was even taller than you. Her hair was dark brown and done into a single side-tail on the right side of her head. The hair was tied with a patterned dark magenta cloth that was knotted leaving a pair of trailing bits of cloth sticking out. Her top was open, of course, revealing a pair of rather hefty H-cup breasts. You could tell that she was a shinobi, and in fact she did kind of a sloppy job in general at hiding her stance. But the strangest thing about her was that she was wearing a mask. Not just any mask either, a Hannya mask.

“Yozakura.” She spoke with a deep voice, it was unclear if this was normal for her or she was faking it. Either way it was convincing. “Who are they?” She looks at you, turning a disturbing gaze from the mask in your direction.

“This is Ippan and Ryouna, they’re new transfers here.” Yozakura said.

“Why are they here?”

“I invited them to eat lunch with us because they were kind of lonely. It’s only the polite thing to do.”

“Okay.” The masked girl dropped the subject, but didn’t seem interested in introducing herself.

“Uh, this is Murakumo by the way. She can be a bit rough around the edges, but she’s nice I promise.” Yozakura assures you, her hands pressed together apologetically.

Someone else approached the table, or rather paraded up to the table carrying at least three trays of food, all of it was the sweetest things you could hope to find in a school cafeteria. She was very short, probably four feet and nine inches tall with sandy blonde hair done into a pair of pigtails. Her eyes were bright blue and she was just a little bit on the chubby side. Not fat, just a little bit of meat. It wasn’t hard to figure out why given her apparent diet choice, however. The majority of her body fat seemed to congregate in the breast and butt area, though, giving her a G-cup chest and a pretty sizeable rump. On her back she carried a gigantic, colorful, hamster-shaped backpack that was big enough for her to fit into.

“I’m baaaaaaaack!” She called out excitedly and sat down. “Murakumo you can go get something now!” She beamed at the masked girl, who stood up and started to walk toward the serving area. She definitely was about an inch taller than you.

“Minori, if you eat too much of that stuff you’ll get fat!” Yozakura scolded the girl.

“Nuh uh!” She replied childishly, at this point she noticed you. “Oh, hi! Who are you?”

“My name is Ippan Sanzou, this is my little sister, Ryouna. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Minori!” She announced proudly before beginning to shovel her food into her mouth with great enthusiasm.

“Pan-pan!” You heard a slightly familiar voice call out from behind you. You turned around to see your new best friend Shiki approach the table waving, someone else was with her. The girl with her had the palest skin you had ever seen on a woman, even paler than Miyabi, and her hair was dark grey. Her eyes sparkled an icy blue color and her pose looked as graceful and formal as it possibly could be given her current state of dress.

“You-and-me, this is the guy I met this morning, the one I like, texted you about.” It seemed like "You-and-me" was Shiki's nickname for the girl standing beside her.

“Oh I see.” The new girl’s voice was soft and quiet, but her speech was precise. She blushed deeply when she no doubt remembered what Shiki texted about you. “My name is Yumi, and you are?”

“My name is Ippan, and this is my little sister Ryouna.”

Ryouna waved. “It’s nice to meet everyone. I’m going to go get something to eat, I’m starving! You want me to grab you something big brother?”

“Uh, sure. Just bring me the same thing you get.” You didn’t have too much of an appetite, you were too excited about sitting down and getting to know these girls… possibly corrupting a few.

“I’m gonna go get my stuff too.” Yozakura announced, joining Ryouna as she made her way to the lines. You decided to sit down, since you were going to be getting your food delivered.

Shiki sat down next to you on your right, much to your delight, and immediately started fondling your junk under the table. “Hey stud, mind if I sit next to ya?”

“I guess I’ll manage.” You shrug facetiously. “You aren’t gonna get any lunch?”

“Why bother? I can like, get everything I need right here.” She tightens her grip on your crotch, your cock getting a bit harder in your pants. “JK, I ate my lunch in the last class.”

“And got scolded by the teacher when you did.” Yumi added, sitting down on the other side of her. Yumi had with her a neatly wrapped bento box.

“Ugh, it’s not like he was actually teaching anything at the moment. All he did was just like, stare at our boobs all class period.”

“He did not.” Yumi countered, blushing a bit again.

Shiki rolls her eyes and whispers to you. “He totally did.” At this point her hand was inside your pants, groping and lightly stroking your shaft. “By the way, your sister is so fuckin’ hot.” She adds.

“I agree.” You say without hesitation. At this point, since everything you said or did was normal, you didn’t care if people knew you had a sister complex. Whether or not it was a real or fake sister.

“Does she ever blow you?” Shiki asks with a devious grin.

“She has a few times. I’ve made her my sex ****.” You whisper back.

Shiki’s eyes widen. “Damn! Made your own sister your personal fucktoy huh?”

“It was kind of her idea actually.”

After a few minutes everyone else had gathered around the table and sat down, ready to eat their lunches. Ryouna had brought a curry rice bowl, which was just fine by you. You were pretty excited to get to know all of these girls, in more ways than one.