Some of one, some of the other.

You like mysteries. You like the complexities of human life. The idea of reality and its relation to this new, altered world is something that is almost a construed necessity for you to even appreciate what it is.

You could easily say a few words, and suddenly, the world would be one entire grossly sized orgy mountain with your throne at the top, straddled by only the hottest of women, in a reality of only hot women.

However, it isn't this that you are after. The less "authentic" that reality becomes, the less authentic everyone becomes, you included. The idea of lacking a tether unto which reality holds some sense of meaning is not one your brain wishes to grapple with. On the other hand, you're also petty.

"It's normal that Haruka will be unable to get her body to leave the cave unless allowed to by me, and that she is fully aware of this normalcy. It's only normal that people do not use their own lives as leverage in order to hurt me." That's the only two sentence you're going to say for now. While you might have the wish to change more, right now, you wish to break Haruka.

You know that her want, is more than anything, to make you fall in line with her wants. So the gambit is on. Can you make Haruka beg for you, or will she somehow break you (you're pretty certain she won't).

As you step out into the hall, you find an excavated cave. Everything from floors and staircases seem to have been carved out of the stone. Wooden beams support the roof as some affordable carpets protect your naked feet from the rough cold floor. Light streams in from above, where some sort of watch tower or power generator must be placed. The place, you'd only have to assume, based on the improvisational design, wasn't made for someone allowed better amenities. These girls are renegades.

You shoot your eye down the corridor, and down hall you see the commons quarters. Apart from the low grade rug going towards the entrance, and the straw mat that seems to form some sort of dining area for the stationed shinobi, most other objects seem quite qualitative. From high grade office chairs, to microwaves, a kitchenette, several display cases with anime figurines. All coupled with the aforementioned power necessities such as lamps, computers, and laptops.

You feel kind of bad for the girls. Hunted probably for doing something relatively good, owning from the fact that it's your own Hejibo academy, school of evil ninjas, that pursues them. You could wish their problems away, but you do not want to. Your attachment to what is and isn't reality, requires you to keep the world as it was, outside of where your whims say otherwise.

You don't see Haruka down the corridor, which means she most probably left towards the left, into what seems to be the sleeping quarters. You open one room at a time. Or, that was your plan until you opened the first one. What you're greeted with is sweat, not a stink, but a sheen, covering the body of a muscular girl. Her hair was dark black and tied up in a white band. Her body, apart from a pair of panties, was entirely uncovered. Tan lines stretched across her bountiful chest, revealing a lighter yet not pinkish color underneath.

You bend under the door frame, to enter the room. Her muscular build looks outright waspish in comparison to your resized stature. She looks at you. You were expecting a reaction, but quickly remember that no matter how large or small, your presence here isn't anything but normal. "Sup" you say, the lady is clearly in the middle of shinobi training, based on her attire. She returns a cheerful yet haughty nod as she continues. Your proteined ass settles on the bed.

You twiddle your earring a bit, this sort of "indifference" was taking a toll on you. How are you supposed to gauge their personalities, and even have them appreciate You, with a capital "y", if you're literally just the embodiment of melding into the background.

"It's normal that my commands would not be noticed, even with my second earring off. Additionally, it's normal for people to let me speak my piece, so long as I hold my hand in a pausing gesture."

With those words said, you remove the earring fully expecting two or more kunai to be at your throat within the split of a second. Instead what you see is something that makes you laugh out loud, much louder than anticipated with your now hyper-volumnous lungs. The girl, having been at the top of a push up as you extracted the earring, had by instinct reacted faster than her own brain had, as she had reached for some weapons hidden on her person, she had forgotten to hold her own body up. Her unsupported torso as such left her face smushed in a faceful of brown breast meat, her now spurred nipples poking out from underneath. A frown grows across her face, equally reddened by anger as by her mistake.

"Who are you?" she asks through gritted teeth, 6 blades forming on her back seemingly from chakra.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not here to harm you. I'm just, 'visiting'.". She falters slightly at the words, but quickly steels herself as she brings all 6 of the blades to the sides of your face and neck, primed to cut like an egg slicer. You hold your hand up, being satisfied with the reaction from the panty-clad, or rather everything-but-her-panties-naked, lady in front of you. Using your previous command to pause the conversation you simply add. "It's normal for people to not assume any ill intent of me unless I intend to have them assume it."

Her blades quickly get removed from your face as you wince slightly in anticipation as she had clumsily dropped her chin into her cleavage a few seconds ago, and wasn't inspiring much confidence. She looks you up and down, and while she makes up her mind you return the favor, letting your youth gaze drift to her chest only to have another realization strike...

The realization strikes your face in the form of a hand, as you quickly look away from the embarrassed girl. Joy radiates across your face even faster than the blood for the red hand mark, but not nearly as quickly as her left hand covered her tits. Girls actually get embarrassed from your stare now! They no longer take it for granted!

"I'm just here because Haruka decided she liked me enough to not kill me." You say, looking away from her tanlines.

She drops her breasts much to your shock. "Ah, yeah, she does that sometimes. Sheesh, Haruka is such a tease letting one of her stupid fake dolls into my room to scare me." She turns around, picking up her training clothes, giving you a nice faceful of tanned flesh and almost a perfect outline of her labia.

Deciding to choose your words carefully, to preserve the dramatic irony, you opt to give another command. "It's normal for...". Dangit, you don't know her name and you don't want to make this a general trait. You stick in the earring again and ask her bluntly, pulling out the earring afterwards. At the moment she was tugging her skinny jeans up, forcing hard to get them past her ass flesh. "It's normal for 'Homura' to be an **** clutz when around men, and these mishaps lead to unbelievably unlikely sexual scenarios that not only greatly embarrass her, but step by step fill her thoughts with men, until she cums while appeasing one."

This one was your most advanced one yet. You feel a bit proud of your accomplishment, albeit the shame hasn't quite left you yet either. You've gone from jovial alterations (that have technically saved your life) to now deeply perverse ones.

"Oh, so that's how that works?" She says, but doesn't stand up, still sticking out her ass, tying her shoes. "I guess so long as I don't embarrass myself any further it won't get too bad. Oof, that being said, this thong is really not wanting to sit right today." There's no space for her hand to jam itself past the cheeks in her jeans. Instead sticking it into the crevasse of her tan peach she manages to reach her panties as she attempts to untug them. Seeing every detail through the stiff fabric, you can clearly tell her ring finger is jammed into her pussy, unable to be removed without letting go of the pinch on her panties.

"This is impossible, why am I even wet? It's ages to the closest man, this is so cocked." She puts her hand across her mouth, her green eyes shining with shame for her own word choice, not to mention to quiet the moans due to her suddenly very sensitive nether regions. She looks at you dismissing you entirely as a possible reason since you came out of Haruka's lab transformed, a doll.

She curls her middle finger into her mouth, licking it slightly. She seems to have gone over to a practicing session of another kind now. Her eyes are fiery with passion as she rubs herself seemingly caught up in some sort of mental pattern of waving her ass around spelling out letters. Predictably it spells out S E X as she starts rotating her legs more and more until she is bowlegged.

She's now fingering herself fiercly. "What do you call this move?" You ask as a temper check, her actions having transitioned away from an erotic dance into something more akin to a raunchy porno fluffing segment.

"Cooooo- the 'pound my fanny I'm a slut in need of immediate degradation'." As if on queue with her immense freakout, her pants rip, revealing her precious parts to you. She's pulled her thong entirely aside as she's now put her entire hand in, save for the thumb with which she rubs her clitoris.

"You know, you can always use me for practice." You say, leaning back on the bed. She doesn't comment, instead; her gaze, ravenous and forlorn snaps to you as she instinctively guides her hand to your clothless shlong. It would seem the part rationalizing away your existence died with those words of yours, as her brown face drags itself across your enormous penis. Pulling her tongue towards your tip, she suddenly stops.

She launches herself away from your penis, falling in such a way that her nicely padded ass cathes the blow, while her legs are spread wide showing every detail from pubes to fold. She's howling, cumming loudly as the position she's in seemingly doesn't do a good job of ceasing her micro muscle-spasms. "I, uh, might actually be a real guy, not a doll." You say mused by the sight in front of you.

"You hunking piece of goddamn dick how dare you-" You raise your hand interrupting her.

"It's normal for Homura's male attraction horniness to not progress nearly this quickly. It's also normal for women to thank me when I bear responsibility for them cumming." You lower your hand.

"-not... Not introduce yourself faster so that I knew I should thank you! Geez, thanks for the pants ripping experience I guess." She looks at you like she just cracked a joke, but your abject silence seems to only embarrass her further.

That being said, your enhanced nuts, and your engorged cock were left quite unsatisfied having only been given a feverish caress after such a long stripshow. Had you had pants to stuff them in, you'd barely know if they'd fit, makes you wonder what kind of size queen Haruka was if this was what her subconscious longed for.