Ryouna (Kinky Route)

“Ryouna.” You said the name with some consideration, you did like Miyabi a lot, but having a harem of sex slaves was too enjoyable a thought to pass up. When you got these earrings it was your intention to create a perverted paradise for yourself and you’d be damned if you were going to let that dream go to waste. This choice cemented the kind of girls you’d invite into your harem as well. You’d be looking more for girls who were perverted and kinky, almost as much if not more kinky than you and Ryouna.

Suzune nodded. “And what about the school? Where will you be going first?”

You honestly weren’t all that sure. You’ve heard there was some pretty hot chicks at Hanzo, but Gessen was an all-girls school. Both places seemed like good opportunities to expand your harem. You looked to down to Ryouna beneath you.

“What would you suggest?”

“Ryoubi and this bitch were originally from Gessen, we know that place like the back of our hands! There are a lot of cute girls there, and even a few closet perverts that this bitch knows personally.” She grinned and wiggled, probably lost in good memories.

You were glad that Ryouna had the same things in mind that you did. And having someone there who knew the place would be a good idea.

“All right, Gessen it is then.” I said confidently to Suzune, who nodded.

“I am not as familiar with Gessen as Ryouna and Ryoubi, but I do know that they train very good shinobi there. I would definitely be on your best guard.”

That made you a tad bit scared, you had to admit, but if the earrings work properly you shouldn’t have a problem with that. “Understood, sensei.”

“Very well. You, Ryouna, and Imu have been excused from your classes for the rest of the day, including this one. I would like you three to spend the rest of the day discussing your plans for the next two weeks. I will take care of the paperwork required to make you look like official transfers. Imu will give you the details.” Suzune nodded and dismissed you, bringing the other three into the dojo for their lesson. Miyabi gave you another loving peck on the lips before following the others into the dojo.

Somehow in that short time, Imu had already prepared a table, cushions, and a fresh pot of tea. “Have a seat.” She gestured to the table.

The three of you sat down and began to discuss the specifics, Ryouna sat on the same side as you, collapsed into your lap with her back on your legs and arms up in the air like a puppy. You gave her the belly rubs because she had been a good girl.

“So, Ippan, what do you know about Gessen’s elite shinobi?”

“Honestly, nothing.” You shrugged.

“Well I will tell you about the five students you need to look out for the most. They’re elites like us, so don’t let their appearances fool you, they can very dangerous.”

You nod and Imu begins to discuss all of the information she has on all of the Gessen elite shinobi students. They all sound pretty dangerous. If not for these earrings you’d feel very worried about your prospects for this mission. After a while you begin to treat the debriefing like a dating profile comparison, trying to decide which of these girls sounds the most interesting. Ultimately you can’t decide on one just from the descriptions you are given, so you decide to wait until you actually meet them.

Next she discusses the subject of your identities. Ippan and Ryouna were common enough names so they wouldn’t rouse much suspicion, but the shinobi of the academy would recognize Ryouna in an instant. You actually didn’t even think about it before, but Suzune selecting Ryouna for a spy mission seemed like a horrible idea. You had a hard time imagining that Ryouna was good at keeping her intentions secret.

“It’s okay Imu, I know a technique that can disguise myself!” She said excitedly from your lap. The problem wasn’t her appearance in this case, it was more about her personality. Imu didn’t seem too bothered by it though.

One way or another, this was going to be interesting.

It was almost time for lunch and Ryouna had apparently fallen asleep in your lap, leaving you alone with Imu.

“Today has been really hectic. I’m honestly glad for once that I didn’t have to do lessons today.” Imu says with a sigh leaning against the table.

“Practice drills are important.” You reply in a tone mocking hers, reminding her of what she told you yesterday.

She smirks. “Point taken.”

“Why so hectic though? Did something happen?”

She looks at you incredulously. “What do you mean? You didn’t hear about the headmaster? Everyone was talking about this morning.”

Your mind was on other things this morning. Very jiggly things.

“The headmaster died last night. The administration has been trying to find a replacement. What’s worse is that a lot of the shinobi here believe that he was actually assassinated by an Akunin.”

“Why would anyone want to kill the headmaster?”

“Huh?” The way Imu responded to your obvious enough question was strange. It was like you were weird for wanting to know why he was…

It was like you asking why wasn’t normal. You were now remembering the normality you made last night, about Miyabi’s ****. No reason required. But that would mean that Miyabi was **** by the headmaster. That fucking bastard. Good riddance.

Still, you had to be careful. The fact that this change would have such far-reaching consequences told you that being too emotional when making normalities was a bad idea. That was incredibly fast, though, Akunin were scarily efficient.

There was a bit of lull in the conversation so Imu excused herself and left the room, leaving you now by yourself with Ryouna in your lap.

“Hey Ryouna.” You called to her but she remained sleeping soundly. You then turned her over in your lap and lifted her skirt up above her butt. You admired the fine contours and curves of that perfect ass before bringing an open palm down onto it with a sharp smack!

Her eyes popped open in surprise and she let out a moan. “Ah! Ippaaaaan~, Ryouna was having such a good dream~.”

“My name isn’t Ippan to you anymore.” You said simply. “You remember what you told me yesterday right? Well I’ve agreed to take you with me on my mission.”

Ryouna’s face lit up, “Does that mean Ippan wants to be Ryouna’s Master!?”

“Not at all.” You smirk. “I’m saying that I am your Master, and you should address me as such.”

Ryouna let out a delighted whimper. “Yes Master~!” She moaned just from saying the word. “Ryouna likes calling you that. This bitch is so happy she has a Master~!” She pops up from your lap and hugs your head into her impressive breasts. You were glad you chose Ryouna.

“That’s good. But I have a very important job for you, Ryouna. It’s something I will need your help with on this mission.”

“Oh? Tell me! Ryouna will do anything her Master wants her to~!” She wiggles a bit and lays down in your lap, showing off her belly to you once again. Instead of rubbing her belly, this time you decided to rub her breasts, which she enjoyed much more.

“That’s good. You see it is my intention to use this mission as an opportunity to begin a harem of wonderful, obedient, and kinky girls like you, Ryouna.”

Ryouna seemed to like that idea, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. “Ryouna would have so much fun if there were others to play with! Ryouna likes this idea.” She nuzzles into your abs as you continue to fondle her huge breasts, pulling up her uniform for a better feel.

“So can I count on your help in helping me find the best girls to invite into my harem?”

“Yes!” She said this and extended her arms and legs in all directions enthusiastically. ‘Ryouna already has a few ideas for some Gessen girls~” She giggles and beams up at you.

“I knew I could count on you, we’re going to make a good team.”

Suddenly she stands up, not bothering to fix her top.

“Ryouna better go tell Ryoubi the good news about my new Master!”

You suddenly felt an irrational pang of fear welling up inside at the mention of her sister, but suppressed it.

“Okay, come find me at lunch then.”

“Of course, Ryouna is hungry after all.” You had an idea of what kind of hunger she was referring to, and you were 100% on-board for it.