Who needs uniforms anyway?

You think of a change to make, something that will be noticeable to you so you can confirm your theory but not too intrusive yet.

It’s normal for females to attend shinobi classes with only underwear on. Nothing changed. Apparently simply thinking the change doesn’t work, maybe you need to say it out loud?

“It’s normal for females to attend shinobi classes with only underwear on.” It’s a good thing the earrings make anything you say seem normal, otherwise explaining to the others why you suddenly blurted that phrase out would be very difficult.

This time, much to your delight and viewing pleasure, all the girls almost simultaneously made the same hand seal and they were shrouded in plumes of smoke. After the smoke cleared there they were, standing in nothing but their underwear. Suzune-sensei was also in her underwear. Apparently leading the class technically counted as attending it.

It’s kind of a shame that shinobi make their clothes entirely out of chakra. It’s certainly more protective than cloth and it can be removed or changed very quickly, but actually watching the girls remove their clothes piece-by-piece would have been an amazing sight to behold.

This was a small gripe, however, for the sight in front of you was also an amazing sight. Your sensei was still in the same lacy set of underwear without any obstructions; Miyabi was wearing some rather plain, white underwear that looked more practical than stylish; Imu was in a green camo-print sports bra and shorts; Murasaki was in just a black tank top and what appeared to be a thong (probably dressed for comfort); Ryoubi had a set that was blue and stripey; and Ryouna had her cute, pink, frilly panties and no bra whatsoever, giving you a glorious view of her bare tits. It’s no wonder those damn things were so soft. The best part was, despite their collective state of undress, they continued what they were doing without missing a beat.

They weren’t acting perfectly normal, you noted, as Imu would blush and wiggle uncomfortably every time Miyabi looked in her general direction, and Ryouna blushed and wiggled happily whenever somebody looked at her, including you.

You were about to make another suggestion but you were cut off suddenly by the sound of the bell chiming in the distance marking the time for class to officially start. Looks like your suggestion would have to wait, you are mildly curious as to the nature of the special assignment you’ll be getting.

Suzune remained in her spot, merely putting her book down while Miyabi stood next to the desk in her typical intimidating manner (even being in her underwear didn’t make her seem any less fearsome), meanwhile the rest of you knelt in line in front of them. After a few introductory and boring announcements Suzune finally addressed you specifically.

“Ippan.”

“Yes sensei?”

“You’ve certainly shown your skill in combat trials and just enough knowledge in your exams.” The “just enough” she tossed in there stung a little. “I think it’s about time we gave you your first real assignment. Imu, please remind the class of Ippan’s current grades.”

“Yes sensei.” After clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, Imu began to recite your grades from memory. “Melee combat and endurance were each determined as a B grade, his ranged combat is a solid A grade, and his knowledge of shinobi lore is barely passing with a C. However, the areas he truly seems to excel at are espionage, evasive tactics, and chakra manipulation; all of which are his highest grades at S rank.” It was true, you did seem to have a knack for going unnoticed. While that would ordinarily be problematic for high schooler, it’s great for a ninja. With these new earrings, you would probably be even better at it now. Imu then continued to describe your academic profile which was lackluster, but you’re not sure what it had to do with anything.

Speaking of the earrings, they could let you get away with breaking standard class protocol while Suzune explained your mission to you. You grinned a bit as you peered over to Ryouna’s huge, bare breasts right next to you, and you slowly move your hand over to touch one. At last the tits that have nearly suffocated you time and time again can be felt without any restraint and without any thick uniforms in the way. You give the pillowy flesh a squeeze which elicits a whimper of delight from the fellow ninja.

“Quite.” Suzune punctuated Imu’s longwinded description. “With this in mind, I think the best mission that I could—.” Ryouna lets out a moan this time. “Ryouna, could you please keep it down while I am speaking? It is quite rude.”

“Sorry sensei.” Ryouna whimpered. This was amazing, not only were you able to get away with fondling a classmate during class, but said classmate would be in more trouble than you for it because she was making too much noise. It’s a damn shame your grandfather had to croak, you’d love to shake the man’s hand for giving you such a wonderful gift.

You liked Ryouna though, and didn’t want her to get into any serious trouble on your behalf. At first you puzzled over how to play with her without her making too much noise, then you had an idea. You moved your fingers up to her lips and began to poke and prod them lightly. They were unbelievably soft, almost as soft as those tits of hers. Not content to be simply touched, Ryouna stuck her tongue out and gave your fingers a playful lick as they poked.

“Ahem, anyway,” Suzune continued, “I think the best mission I could give you is a simple spy mission. The headmaster has been hounding me for information on some of the other shinobi schools throughout Japan, information that I have been having difficulty acquiring.” You nod. Though you are currently distracted by having your fingers licked and sensually sucked by the blonde masochist next to you, shinobi training has made you very good at multitasking. You are absorbing every bit of information.