Get to class.

You both make it to the hidden door and look around, making sure nobody else is watching as you enter, the wall rotating around you and bringing you to the interior of the hidden classroom. Sitting on top of the desk with her legs crossed was Suzune-sensei. You have never been able to get over how gorgeous she is. You’ve also never been able to get over how terrifying she is, and how this fact only seemed to fuel your attraction to her.

“Sensei.” You bow deeply and she nods. The period hadn’t started yet so there was still some brief time to relax before training. You peer 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 eyes, and a pair of sizeable breasts to match, not to mention her ass, which you could tell was amazing just from the contours of her skirt.

Tearing your eyes away from Miyabi for a moment your eyes fall on Murasaki in the corner hugging that weird, doll thing. Bebebe? You’re pretty sure that’s what she called it. Her hair is extremely long and dark purple and her eyes matched the same hue. She had a huge rack, in fact, the biggest pair you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s no wonder she has such bad posture, probably just to accommodate those massive things.

Before you have much of a chance to continue your ogling the rotating door whirls around.

“Ippaaaaaaan~!” First you feel incredible softness against the side of your face and then the hardness of the floor on the other side. You recognize all too late that the voice belongs to Ryouna, as do the pair of hefty breasts currently smashed against your face.

“What a loser, can’t even dodge out of the way of a worthless dog like Ryouna.” You recognize that voice as Ryouna’s far less pleasant sister, Ryoubi. Something occurs to you just then, however. Ordinarily when something like this happens (and it happens _a lot_), Ryoubi would have commented on how much of a pervert you were, despite Ryouna obviously taking all of the initiative.

With a slightly adorable, “woof woof~” Ryouna pulls herself off of you and runs 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 you got a nice eyeful of her frilly, pink panties. You get up from the floor, rubbing your slightly sore neck from the tackle.

“You getting soft Ryoubi?” You tease as you straighten yourself up. Unlike her extremely voluptuous sister, Ryoubi was as flat as a board, her only real womanly quality being her apparently amazing ass (which you only know is amazing because Ryouna likes to overshare).

“The hell do you mean?” she glares at you.

“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 coos with delight at the insult and hugs 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. You genuinely don’t know if Ryoubi enjoys insulting her sister as much as Ryouna enjoys being insulted, she always treats it like such a chore.

Still, that was weird. There wasn’t any sarcasm in Ryoubi’s tone when she replied to you. She wasn’t wrong though, it definitely was normal for Ryouna to do that to you. Maybe this could be an effect of the earrings?

The earrings! You almost forgot to ask Suzune-sensei about them.

“Sensei.” You turn to her, she seems completely unfazed by the situation.

“Yes Ippan?”

“Do you recognize these earrings I have on? My grandpa sent them to me after he died.”

Suzune straightened her bright red glasses and looked closer at the accessories.

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

You would feel slightly insulted that she would assume tacky earrings to be part of your normal wardrobe, but the gears are turning ever so slowly in your mind.

“Ippan, you are from the Norizuka clan, correct?” Suzune asks.

“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 earrings 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.”

But isn’t your ability to sense chakra part of your perception of reality? You ponder to yourself, careful not to say it out loud.

“My guess is they are replicas of that artifact.”