Wander around and see what kind of trouble you can get into.

Gessen Girls’ Academy was traditional in many ways, which in a way made you feel somewhat at home. The school itself was a towering structure in a giant octagonal shape. The outside was grey stone and dark wood while the interior was a deep red accented with gold. The interior was also a veritable playground of girls. As far as the eye could see there were girls in uniform.

But the uniforms.

The uniforms were killing the mood. Compared to the Hebijo uniforms, the Gessen uniforms had no easy access at all. The pleated skirts were far too long, going down to the knees, and the uniform also consisted of a double-breasted button-up jacket on top of a long sleeve shirt. The colors across the board were monochrome, not even a lick of personality to be shown or expressed. This was not the kind of uniform you were hoping for when it came to an all-girls paradise. Something had to be done, but what?

You supposed you could just make everyone wander around in the nude, but imagining the kind of cleanup duty the poor janitor would have to deal with when the ground was cluttered with clothes seemed like kind of a dick move. You sometimes wished your earrings could just let you wish things out of existence. Any drastic changes to the uniform would have to wait until the next day, so at least the students could dispose of any unnessecary garments in their own homes. For now, there were a few things that could make things a bit more bearable without making the custodians want to kill themselves.

“It is normal for students of Gessen Academy to not wear skirts. Skirts disposed because of this normality change will normally be disposed in the nearest trash can.” There was a bit of bustle as all of the students, all at once, began to unzip their skirts and throw them away. Not only was this far more agreeable to look at, the rainbow of different panties added a bit of color to the wardrobe. You could tell this normality alone was threatening to overflow several trashcans at this point, so removing certain clothing articles entirely had to end here for now.

“It is normal for the students at Gessen Academy not to wear their blazers indoors, and to store them neatly in their lockers at their earliest convenience.” You didn’t want the entire school bum-rushing the locker area, you were perfectly fine with them carrying their jackets around for a while. All the girls before you started removing their jackets in one loud shuffling movement. There was just one final thing.

“It is normal for female students of Gessen Academy to keep all of the buttons on their blouses unbuttoned while indoors.” You watched as the sea of girls in front of you began to unbutton their white shirts, revealing their entire torsos to the world around them. They were mostly all blushing, clearly aware of their revealing attire, but none made any effort to cover themselves or appeared to think anything was out of the ordinary. Now we were talking.

With a bit of an excited chuckle you walked over to a group of girls and began to feel them up. Pressing your hands firmly into their chests. Small, large, perky, saggy, it didn’t matter. You weren’t lying to Haruka when you told her you didn’t have much of a preference. All of them felt amazing, and the easy access was truly a glorious thing.

Of course, seeing the veritable rainbow of multicolored and differently styled panties on display was truly a thing of beauty as well. You found yourself comparing the style of the panties to the girls that wore them. Tough and tomboyish girls with girly, frilly panties; shy and awkward girls with lacy and racy panties; there was even an ordinary-looking girl with a thong. Your grandfather used to say that if you wanted to truly get to know a woman, look at her underwear. You always dismissed his idiotic and perverted ideas, but now you were beginning to think there was something to that. At least you hoped there was something to that, seeing some of these combinations now.

There was one girl who stood out amongst the crowd, however, in many different ways. First off, she looked Japanese but there was a hint of something else. Her hair was naturally blonde, and her hair along with some of her other features seemed a bit more European than Asian. She also had dark red eyes, which you thought were just brown until you got a closer look. She had a lot of make-up on, but it was rather skillfully applied in all the right places, unlike what you’d expect from a typical gyaru-styled high-schooler. Her breasts were pretty big, another feature that stood out about her, probably a Japanese I-cup, and her panties were a very racy blood-red colored lace thong.

When you found her she was all by herself, talking on her hot-pink cell-phone in a dialect that was extremely hard to understand through all of the slang. You wouldn’t have been allowed to proudly declare yourself a pervert if you didn’t get a handful of her fantastic funbags. You walked right up to her and stuck your hands on her breasts, feeling them up and squeezing them in delight. The texture was incredible, this girl seemed to take very good care of her skin, which was good.

“Like, oh my god. This guy just walked up to me and started groping on me.” She said to the person on the other line, though she didn’t sound upset. “No, I mean like, he’s here doing it now... yeah! Like, he’s feeling up my tits and stuff… I know! I was thinking the same thing. It’s like, good to know these annoying things are useful to someone am I right?” She then starts giggling, causing her boobs to jiggle in your hands a bit.

“I know but you’re so lucky yours are small, you don’t have to worry about guys perving on you all the time… I know I like it, but that’s like, not the point!” You heard the distinctive sounds of laughing on the other end. At this point you were pretty focused on this girl, something about her was very appealing to you, aside from the big boobs and revealing undies. You opened her top all the way up to see her huge breasts in their full glory. Her nipples were a reddish color, and rather large. You happily prodded them with your fingers, enjoying their elasticity. The girl’s breathing seemed to get a bit more heated.

“Hey Erika, I’ll like, call you back. We’re still on for Saturday night right? Hell yeah we are! Okay like, byeeee.” With that she put away her phone, slipping it inside her purse. “So like, you seem to be enjoying yourself over there.” She was clearly referring to you.

“I sure am, your tits are great.”

“I know right? I love these things. I just act like I don’t because that’s like, the thing now. Big-boobed girls being like, all upset that they have big boobs. I love it though, I love boobs in general.”

“Me too actually.”

“Yeah no kidding.” She grins as she feels you bounce her boobs in your hands. You have a very intense erection at this point. It wasn’t often that the girls you groped with these earrings specifically talked about what you were doing, but it was always rewarding. “I bet you’re enjoying this school’s dress code as much as I do.” There was something to her tone, something odd about it, but nothing else about her seemed too out of the ordinary or dangerous.

“Oh yes. It helped me spot the lovely panties you have on.” You say and playfully tug on one of the straps of her silk undies.

“Oh gosh I know. I like, saw these in the store and was like, ohmygodmyfriendswillbesojealous.” She giggled after that. Most of your interactions with girls who had this sort of gyaru style were kind of bitchy and mean, this girl was a tad on the annoying side, but she seemed pretty friendly and nice. Also seemed pretty perverted, which was a plus.

“So what’s your name?” You ask, curious.

“Oh like, now you wanna know my name.” She laughs teasingly. “Shiki.”

“I’m Ippan.” You were convinced at this point that if your pants weren’t made of chakra, your boner would have tore a hole in them by now. You moved your hands away from her breasts, finally exploring the rest of her. You rested them on her butt, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze and enjoyed how soft they felt. You then moved your hands to her thighs. The moment you felt how soft her thighs were, you knew that you had to do.