I turned the island into a shinobi paradise

I once again felt the sand beneath my feet and stood proudly on the beach in my brand-new body. I had just spent what must have been hours getting everything I wanted to set up, including a makeover for a more attractive, athletic build and a chiseled, handsome face.

I was most excited about the changes I made to this world, however. I wouldn't be able to call myself a proud pervert if I didn't take advantage of such a profound gift to make one of my longest-standing fantasies become a reality. I was lucky that the lady in the studio somehow was able to access the internet in my world, otherwise it might have taken ages to get everything set up.

But in a matter of hours I had everything I needed set up and ready to go. Now I could reap the rewards of my hard work. There was just one last thing to do and that was set the scene. I could have simply made this island full of beauties at my beck-and-call, but where was the fun in that? Part of what enticed me about this idea was the plot. I had weaved a story here, and I was playing a role. I wasn’t just Andrew Fink here; I was the island’s wealthy owner and the guy in charge of a small army of kunoichi attendants to maintain a resort built for shinobi to take vacations. This crescent-shaped island was known as Tsukihana, a secret place for ninjas to relax.

However, something very dark was happening on the island behind the scenes, unfortunate for the busty vacationers but wonderful for me. I was eager to put everything into motion.

To that end, I found myself in the heart of the island’s jungle, standing in front of an old temple covered in tags with arcane Japanese kanji on them. A lone fox stood in front of the temple, staring at me.

“Have the guests arrived?” I asked the fox.

It nodded.

“Excellent. Would you open the way for me?”

I stepped over to the entrance to the temple, which was barred and blocked, but after the fox pawed at it, the blockage vanished to reveal an open doorway.

“Thank you kindly, I don’t suspect I’ll be long.” I gave the fox a pat on its furry head and stepped inside the building.

I was met with the wonderful sight of six beautiful and busty young ladies, each more beautiful than the last. First and foremost was a woman in a classic sexy teacher outfit with an open blouse exposing cleavage from her massive pair of breasts, one of which sported a mole. Her gorgeous and intense face was accented by a bright red pair of glasses and topped with dark purple hair done in a fashionable bun.

She was flanked on both sides by her companions, each of whom were dressed in black sailor uniforms with blood red lining. To her left were a pair of sisters. Both of them had bicolored green and purple eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. One of them was standing confidently in spite of her flat chest with long brown hair done into a pair of lengthy pigtails. Her sister, on the other hand, was kneeling down beside her with short, blonde, and messy hair. She was significantly curvier than her sister, and her uniform was probably a couple sizes too small allowing me an easy view of her green polka-dotted panties beneath her miniskirt, emphasis on mini.

To the right of the sexy teacher were another pair of sisters. One of them was seated on a chair, hugging a strange blue plush doll to her absolutely massive chest. Of the six of them, her breasts were by far the largest being like a pair of basketballs hanging from her torso. I was amazed that her uniform, which was designed to show some midriff, was managing to encompass them completely. Her hair was very long and very messy, being a tangled mess of purple that even had a few circular blade-like objects wrapped up in the knots. She looked absolutely miserable, as though she would rather be anywhere else. Her sister, however, was standing diligently at attention, and looked much different. Her hair was a sandy blonde done into a pair of pigtails hanging from the sides of her head. Her green eyes looked sharply at me from behind a pair of glasses as I entered the room, seemingly taking note of each and every movement.

Finally, directly next to the teacher herself was a tall woman with very short snowy white hair and yellow eyes with snake-like pupils. She looked a touch older than the others, being taller and more imposing, but also oozed an air of leadership and intimidation. She carried the kind of brutal confidence that was to be expected from someone who need only say one word to have the other students around her swarm me like vultures to a fresh corpse.

I knew these girls well, and it was astounding to see them in the flesh, they were the elites of the Hebijo Clandestine Girls Academy, a school that trains deadly kunoichi-for-hire. They represented just one of four major schools in the Senran Kagura franchise, and the remaining three were guests of this little paradise as well.