Spend about an hour venting.

About an hour later…

“I just don’t know what to do…” You finally ended your rant. Hikage wasn’t wrong, she definitely was a good listener. She very calmly and patiently nodded along to everything you said, and she didn’t even seem the least bit distracted. When someone you assumed to be the manager came by to see what she was doing, she simply said she was on break and continued to listen. The manager left with a look on his face that seemed to imply he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere by arguing with her. You had explained your current predicament to her, carefully leaving out the details about your earrings, and simply told her you had a means of escaping the life of an Akunin.

“Well, I sort of escaped the life of an Akunin along with my classmates not too long ago.” She replied. Her deadpan expression had maintained throughout the conversation.

“And how is it for you?” You asked, eager to know the inside scoop on the life of a renegade.

“We get attacked by Hebijo shinobi at least three times a week, and I haven’t eaten anything besides wild grass for the past three days.” Okay, that didn’t sound healthy, but you honestly didn’t know enough about wild grass to dispute it. “I don’t have any emotions, but my friends do, and I can tell that in spite of our plights they are much happier to have the freedom to walk down their own shinobi path.”

“You don’t even have enough money to eat properly?” You ask, curiosity piqued.

“Not only are we renegades we’re also technically high school drop-outs. It’s not easy to find a job that isn’t just part-time like this one. If we were ordinary people that might not be an issue, but as shinobi we tend to blow all of our money on food almost immediately, leaving nothing for the rest of the month.”

Shinobi training burned a lot of calories. Most shinobi need to eat a lot more than normal folks in order to compensate. It was definitely a rough spot to be in. You found yourself feeling a bit bad now, knowing that you had such an incredible power that would let you eat anytime you wanted for free when there were kindred spirits like Hikage being left to starve. You honestly wanted to do something about that, but you had to find the right way to phrase it so there weren’t devastating consequences. You’d have to think about it later though, for now you were a bit distracted by something.

Two somethings actually, which you were shamelessly staring at. She followed your gaze, looking down at her cleavage and then back up to you, her expression wasn’t shifting in the slightest.

“You seem to really like looking at my breasts.” She said.

“Honestly,” you began, “I do. Quite a lot, they have nice shape to them.”

Suddenly she made a sound that was similar to a laugh, but you could see her face didn’t change at all. “You remind me of a friend of mine.”

You really wanted to try something with her. Unlike Miyabi and your fellow classmates though, you didn’t have an established relationship you could take advantage of when requesting lewd things. Even with the earrings, if you asked to her to do something she would probably decline. As you carefully considered what to do next, you placed a hand on her breast. This elicited a slight gasp from your new friend, but otherwise no reaction.

“Now you really remind me of a friend of mine.”

Meanwhile at Hanzo academy, a certain blonde-haired, breast-worshipping, sexual harassing ninja sneezed during her training.

That was certainly an odd thing to be remembered for. You were curious, but also too focused on thinking about your next course of action and about the impossible softness of Hikage’s tits. You had slipped a hand inside her top to explore, giving her bare flesh gentle squeezes as you remained lost in thought.

You had made it a point not to use the normality powers to make it so you could just request sexual acts at any time. It felt much more rewarding to let them come to you with that sort of thing. But unfortunately, you ran into situations like these, where you really wanted to get your rocks off, but without normality you wouldn’t be able to do it and ensure she was giving just as much as she got. If you stuck your dick in her mouth, she wouldn’t stop you, but she also wouldn’t take much initiative in sucking it to completion.

You gently flicked her nipple and then noticed a distinct lack of sound coming from her. You had made breast sensitivity skyrocket, she should have been moaning by this point. Looking up at her face, you understood. She was deeply flushed and breathing a bit heavier. You suppose some people had higher tolerances than others, which was kind of interesting. She tried her best to keep her near-permanent poker face but there was something there in her eyes. She may not have been as emotionless as she let on.

That gave you an idea. The biggest problem you had with just making it so everyone would always follow your orders is that you would never know if they were just following your orders because they were compelled to or because they genuinely wanted to. You supposed you could make it so they always wanted to, but that felt a bit too fake. But maybe if you included a trigger phrase you could be a bit more selective about it.

“It is normal for someone to obey any order I give them if said order is prefaced with the phrase ‘would you mind’.” That took care of the first part. This way you could still give them orders and if you didn’t include the trigger phrase, they wouldn’t be compelled to obey. There was one more part to this, however. “It is also normal for any order given in this way to be perceived by anyone observing, besides me, as being a simple common courtesy.” You didn’t always want your public sexual acts to be seen as such.

Now that you laid the ground-work, it was time to reap the rewards. “Hikage, would you mind climbing under the table and sucking me off?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.” Without any delay, she slipped underneath the table and began undoing your pants, pulling out your hardened member. “Huh, you’re pretty big, Ippan.” It never stopped being satisfying to hear that. Though you couldn’t see what she was doing, you very quickly felt the effects as your cock was plunged into her moist mouth. You let out a groan of pleasure as she immediately deep-throated you and began to slide her lips across your shaft.

“Hikage I really need you to… oh.” You suddenly saw the manager walk up, it seemed like he was about to get Hikage to come back before he saw her under the table with your cock in her mouth.

“Sorry about holding up your employee, sir.” You said amicably.

He shook his head. “Oh no that’s perfectly fine. I can see she is just doing you a favor. I’m honestly just impressed by her good customer service!” He lets out a hearty gut laugh. Then you got an idea.

“You know, since she has such good customer service skills,” emphasis on service, “I’d say it would be normal for you to offer her a free meal at the end of her shifts.”

“You’re absolutely right.” He smiled. “Well, I won’t bother you much longer. Enjoy the rest of your stay, sir.” With that he bowed and walked away. Once he is far enough away, Hikage pulls you out of her mouth but continues to stroke you with her hand, poking her head out from under the table to look up at you.

“Thanks, Ippan. I appreciate it. I do feel kind of bad for Haruka though…”

“Haruka?”

“The one that greeted you out front. She’s one of my friends.” Oh.

“I’d say it would be normal for her to get free meals too, she definitely did a good job of bringing me in here.” You were fondly remembering her impressive curves.

“I suppose that’s true.” She then slid your cock back into her lips. She was handling your dick like a pro, and you could tell. There was a very clear difference between Ryouna’s **** and enthusiastic blowjobs and Hikage’s less enthusiastic but extremely skilled blowjobs.

“You really know what you’re doing, huh?” You say before moaning out in pleasure as she swallows around your shaft, creating a soft ripple that caresses your rod. She removes you again to reply.

“There was a time that I entertained the idea of being a prostitute in order to make easy money. My friend Homura talked me out of it, but not before I got a lot of practice.”

“What did you practice on?” You asked, very curious.

“Haruka makes some pretty weird medicines.” You had no idea what Hikage meant by that, but she returned your cock to her lips, sucking and licking along your engorged member with such finesse and skill that you instantly forgot what she said. You were close to climax, you could feel the familiar pressure in your groin heralding it.

“I’m close, Hikage.” After your warning, she pulled back so only the tip of your penis was in her lips, using her hands to pump your cock. With a low growl, you begin to cum, shooting thick ropes of sperm onto her waiting tongue. You heard her give a surprised gasp, no doubt at the taste, and then eagerly begin to swallow your loads one after another. Her gulping was loud enough for you to hear, and there was such incredible satisfaction at being able to hear it.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…”

After you had finished squirting, she made a loud slurping noise as she sucked out whatever sperm was left inside your shaft before completely pulling it out of her mouth. She slid back up in the bench across from you, seemingly moving the contents of her mouth around and clearly savoring the taste. With one final gulp, she let out a contented sigh.

“Ahhh. I may not have emotions, but I do have taste buds, and that was the most delicious stuff I’ve ever had.” You were grinning like an idiot.

“Thanks, Hikage, I appreciate you doing that for me.”

She shrugged. “It was the polite thing to do I suppose. I’d do it again too if it means getting to taste that again. Much better than fried grass.” She nodded.