Yes, and you crash into one at full speed.

You began your walk into the school’s courtyard, eyeing the girls in uniform. They were fairly simple uniforms, not traditional sailor uniforms like at your school. They actually looked fairly similar to your sister’s uniform. A white, button-up, short-sleeved blouse with a navy pleated skirt ending just above the knee. A navy tie was also situated around the neck, giving a fairly professional look to the ladies of the academy. Thanks to your removal of bras, you could see a few nipple bumps poking through the blouses erotically.

There was really only one problem with these uniforms, they didn’t offer very easy access to the breasts. You found this out after groping a few of the more buxom girls hanging out around the courtyard before class. The Hebijo uniforms were much easier, since they showed a fair amount of midriff, all you needed to do was slide your hand right under the top. But these Hanzo unfiroms were tucked into the skirt, and most of the girls buttoned their blouses all the way up to accommodate the neck tie. Perhaps a normality change was in order here. You could either go for the completely sleazy route or something a bit more tasteful.

After a few minutes of walking through the halls trying to make a decision, you finally decide to be a bit more tasteful. There was something fun about fishing into uniforms to grab at the goodies, and it often left a nice surprise when you finally got to see them. Plus, watching the girls slowly readjust their clothes after you were through with them was kinda sexy.

“It is normal at Hanzo Academy for ties to be mandatory, but they can be as loose as the wearer sees fit.” Almost immediately most of the students (including the male students) started to loosen their ties. Some only loosened them a small bit while others undid them completely, letting both ends of the cloth dangle in front of them. “It is normal at Hanzo Academy for female students to keep at least three buttons undone on their blouses,” you were going to end the statement there, but then got an idea, “the more buttons that are undone past three is a general measure of how perverted a student is.” Perfect.

Once you had finally finished your sentence, all of the girls began to unbutton their blouses. Unsurprisingly, the vast majority only undid three buttons, but there were a scarce few fours, and you couldn’t see any fives, though statistically you knew there had to be some. You knew of at least one, if what you’d heard about the legendary Katsuragi was true.

“Sorry! Coming through! Sorry! I’m late!” You were so in your own little world that you only barely registered the sound of someone running through the halls in front of you, and by the time you realized she was on a collision course with you, it was too late. You could have evaded the collision without too much trouble, but you were still a bit weary to show off your shinobi abilities and just decided to take the hit.

With a smack the two of you collided and fell to the floor in unison. After she hit the ground with a thud you got a good look at her panties. They had multicolored stripes, pretty cute actually. She looked plain enough, with long dark-brown hair done up into a messy ponytail with a light blue ribbon. She had hazel eyes that gleamed with worry as she realized what she had done. Her breasts were pretty sizeable too.

“Ah! I’m so sorry.” She hectically began to pick up her books and papers that had become scattered across the floor.

“No worries, I should have been paying more attention.” You started to help her, stealing glances at her chest. Her uniform had three buttons undone, pretty typical. Everything about this girl just seemed average, aside from her bust which your pervert instincts told you probably sat at an F-cup, and for a red scarf she wore around her neck.

Once all of her papers were gathered up you proceeded to help her up, letting one of your hands lift her up by the arm while your other hand slipped into her top. Her skin was unfathomably smooth. Pressing your hand against her bare breast was an amazing experience, it was so soft you forgot to think for just a moment.

“Holy shit, your skin is so smooth.” You can’t help but say out loud, realizing too late that you had drawn attention to the hand inside her top, not that it actually mattered.

She blushed slightly. “Oh, uh, thanks. I make sure to dry brush my skin every day.” You had no idea something so mundane could have such incredible results.

“Oh sorry,” you apologize, withdrawing your hand, “I must be holding you up.”

She tilts her head for a moment and then realization dawns on her face, as though she had just forgotten she was in a hurry. “Oh no! I’m really late, sorry again!” With that she began to run down the hall again, her breasts bouncing away as she did so. You wondered what she was in such a hurry for, classes didn’t start for another fifteen minutes. You were a bit disappointed that you didn’t catch her name. She was cute, if a little plain, but her skin… by Kami you hoped you got to see and feel more of her.

You arrive at your first class early to introduce yourself to the teacher ahead of time. When you arrive a man that you assume to be the teacher is standing outside. He looks to be in his late thirties or early forties, a dignified man in an all-black suit and tie. He has medium-length hair silver with age but only a few wrinkles on his face. When you approach he looks at you with light brown eyes.

“Are you my new student?” He asks.

“If you are Kiriya-sensei and this is the math class, then yes.”

“I am and it is. It’s a pleasure to meet you, remind me of your name?”

“Ippan Sanzou.” You almost forgot to use the fake name.

“Sanzou, that’s right. Come with me.” He walks into the classroom with you in tow. Since there was still ten minutes until class started, there was only one other student in the room. She looked quite pretty with long, black hair and a really big pair of breasts. Three buttons undone.

“I hope you’ll get along with your fellow students.” Kiriya says. “Though not too well. You’re here to learn after all.”

“Of course.” You say to the teacher but keep your eyes glued to the long-haired girl staring out the window. Her eyes were a striking shade of dark blue, and her posture was perfect, like the posture of a princess in her seat. Except there was something else there…

“I don’t take too kindly to having distractions in class…” your teacher continued to drone on about the rules of etiquette and what-not, things that didn’t really concern you with these earrings on. You continued to nod along, but were busy trying to figure out what it was about the girl’s position that seemed strange.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks, just like it had with Hikage yesterday. She was faking it. She was a shinobi.