[J-Cup Academy Ninja Scroll 02] Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 The Humiliation and Infirmary

Why he was here, he wasn't quite sure.

Takuma stood in front of the classroom of Class 2-A, clutching his judo uniform, recorder, and schoolbag. This was

an area forbidden to students of Class D.

At Amami Academy, classes were divided into A through F based on academic performance. The curriculum differed between classes.

Class A was the best, followed by B and C.

Class D consisted of students whose grades were below average. Students in Class C walked with their heads held high because their grades were above

average , while those in Class D could be considered below-average idiots.

Classes changed annually based on grades, but Takuma had been in Class D for both his first and second years. There were 180

students in the school year, and he was ranked 100th when he entered, his grades remaining unchanged.

However, a week into July

, the week after the final exams, he heard a shocking announcement.

It all started with a single sentence from his homeroom teacher, whom he had never met before.

"You've been moved from Class D to Class A." Takuma, who was just about to enter the second-year Class D classroom, was suddenly stopped by his homeroom teacher . He looked back

with a bewildered expression . 　　For a moment, he didn't know what had happened. 　　"Did the class name change?" 　　"So, you've been moved from Class D to Class A. Got it?" 　　"I don't understand." 　　"You're not very bright." 　　"That's unnecessary." 　　Takuma was ranked '108th' out of 180 students—the same number as his worries. 　　The homeroom teacher sighed. 　　"The important thing is, you're the only one changing classes. Starting today, the class you'll be going to isn't Class D, it's Class A. You're changing from Class D to Class A. Got it?" 　　"No, I don't understand at all." 　　"Just hurry up and get there." 　　"I've been demoted?" 　　"Demoted?! This is a promotion!" 　　"This is weird! Why do I have to go to class there?! I'm ranked 108th in my class!?" 　　"Go with your worries." 　　"How could I go?!" 　　"Well, just do your best as an athlete. Because their relay team loses every year. Help them out . Compared to studying, you might be treated like a long-term worker, hehehehehe." 　　--So, Takuma stood under the unfamiliar class sign. 　　Even if he went back to Class D now, Takuma's desk and chair had been taken away. He had nowhere to go back. 　　Plus, Izayoi had to take leave. 　　The main family was coming, so he had to go to Momosen City. 　　It's okay if I'm not here, I have strong companions... Izayoi said, but he was still lonely. 　　(Izayoi isn't here, not here...) 　　Takuma sighed. 　　The time they spent together in class felt like a dream. And the thought of going to another class later made him feel heavy-hearted. He had a kind of indescribable, "bad feeling." 　　Takuma sighed again, glancing nervously at Class A's classroom. 　　A sharp face turned around. 　　Then he immediately looked back and chatted with his friend. This wasn't just a class that gathered the top thirty students of the school year; everyone even looked intelligent. Fifteen minutes before the first class started, some people had already opened their textbooks and were studying diligently. 　　(Wow... a class that studies hard...) 　　Takuma's face scrunched up. 　　(I can't stand being in this place...) 　　(Going back to Class D...) 　　Before even entering the classroom, Takuma felt annoyed. These people must be seriously trying to get into the University of Tokyo. Remembering Class A's teacher shouting, "This year, at least ten people must get into the old Imperial University system! Waseda, Sophia, Keio, etc.!" Takuma felt annoyed again. Waseda, Sophia, Keio—Takuma would be KO'd before the exams even started. 　　(I should go back to Class D. I don't want to stay in a place like this.) 　　Takuma lowered his head and turned around. 　　His head seemed to bump into something. 　　It felt soft. 　　It had an incredibly wonderful elasticity. Besides feeling soft, his head also felt youthful elasticity and fullness. Plus, there was a faint scent of 'rose'. 　　(Huh? This is...!?) 　　Thinking literally with his 'head', Takuma froze when he saw the other person. 　　A man wearing a long-collared coat—no, not a man. A woman in a black uniform, standing in front of him with her hands in her pockets. 　　She had long hair that flowed down her back, and long bangs that covered the left half of her face. Only . A slender, three-dimensional nose, and long, sharp pupils. Her eyes rolled back in a way that would stop even a crying child from crying. The third button of her uniform was open, revealing a full hemisphere. Healthy wheat-colored skin, forming an erotic V-shaped valley 　　at her chest . 　　But now was not the time to admire her full breasts. 　　(Uh!) 　　(A girl!!) 　　Takuma's upper body froze. 　　He'd heard about her in his first year. 　　In Class A, there was a terrifying delinquent girl. She could instantly knock down ten male karate club members, and a member of the national fighting team was defeated with a single blow—and she wasn't wearing a sailor uniform, but a high-necked coat instead— 　　the woman before him was definitely the strongest delinquent girl at Amami Academy. Mido Setsuna. 　　(Eek, ee...) 　　(I bumped into the most terrifying person! I'm going to be killed...!) 　　Takuma trembled. 　　He bumped his head into the most ferocious woman's chest. 　　"N-no, no, no, I didn't mean to." 　　He frantically raised his hand, touching her chest through the high-necked coat. 　　Full of elasticity. 　　(Ah!) 　　"I'll kill you!" 　　Mido Setsuna's fist came out of her pocket. Just as she thought she was about to punch someone, a look of sudden realization appeared on her face, and she stopped punching.

Setsuna stared at Takuma in surprise.

"You...you're Kanno Takuma."

"Y-yes, it's me. Excuse me...?"

Setsuna clicked her tongue loudly.

"What are you standing here for?"

"No, I'm wondering if I should go into the classroom."

"Hurry up and go in, you idiot."

Setsuna raised her foot. She kicked Takuma in the back as he tried to run away. Takuma stumbled into the classroom.

The girls, who were diligently studying their reference books, immediately turned their attention back to their books after seeing Takuma. No

one seemed interested in the sudden appearance of Takuma.

"H-Good morning, everyone...I'm Kanno Takuma, who transferred to Class A today..."

Takuma greeted them softly. The students must have heard him.

He thought to himself that he was in the wrong place.

People in Class A must be very smart. But he was ranked 108th.

To be honest , he wasn't very smart. How would the homeroom teacher introduce him?

Ugh, how annoying.

This class where he was all alone. He should at least find someone he knew—

Takuma suddenly stopped.

Someone he knew, 'some'.

There was only one person, yet he occupied a table meant for three. Everyone else could only fit into the narrow 60cm x 47cm

table, while he alone enjoyed the spacious 200cm x 80cm area.

And the chair was an ergonomic chair costing 140,000 yen.

On the large table sat a high-end porcelain teacup from Meissen, priced at hundreds of thousands of yen. He seemed

to be enjoying morning tea.

The table owner picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He elegantly drank with his little finger bent.

The table owner put the teacup back on the table and noticed Takuma for the first time.

"Hi?"

Amami Maika—the most spoiled and willful young lady in the school. The villain who had her eyes on the king's head.

Takuma rested his hand on his forehead, not responding immediately.

The ominous premonition that surfaced when he heard "Class A" was about this… He had completely forgotten that Maika was in

Class A…

"Good morning."

"No, not good morning! What's with that table?!"

Escaping the terror of Mido Setsuna, Takuma burst out in one breath.

"My desk."

"Why is your desk the only one that big!"

"Because I'm a top student."

Takuma was speechless.

"I'm number one in this school. In all subjects."

"That probably doesn't include personality, right?" "

Anyway, come over here."

"No need."

"Don't bother looking for a seat. There's no desk specifically for you. There are only twenty-nine desks, right?"

"Stop nagging."

Takuma counted the desks one by one.

There were indeed only twenty-nine.

Even with Takuma's arrival, no more desks were added.

"Damn it, there's nothing here. Hasn't the desk been moved yet?"

"It's right here."

"Huh?"

"Your seat is right here."

Maika pointed to the desk next to her. Why was there an ergonomic chair next to her?

"Starting today, you'll be attending classes with me."

Takuma stared at Maika.

Maika accepted with a calm expression.

"I'm saying."

"What?"

"You're the one who pulled me into Class A."

"Remember to thank me." "

Who would thank you! Nobody asked you to put me in Class A." "

It was me."

"You don't think of the school as your private property!?" "

Because this school is mine."

Takuma didn't know how to retort. That's a brain that has no common sense. What kind of education does one need to

produce such a spoiled brat?

"I think even just once, I'd like to study with you."

"What kind of hobby do you have?" "

That kind of hobby."

"Just pranks, I guess."

"I want to play a prank, and you're a low-class person, is that okay?" " You're

the low-class person. "

"I'm top-class. You're third-class—special product."

Maika can directly insult someone as third-class. And as she speaks, she flips her shoulder-length hair.

Her full breasts sway under her white shirt .

Her breasts are still as big as ever.

The upper part of her breasts stretches the fabric, creating wrinkles. The shirt was stretched forward quite a bit,

making her breasts look like huge mountain ranges. It was like stuffing two extra-large cantaloupes inside the shirt.

At Amami Academy, there are two types of girls' uniforms: a sailor uniform with a miniskirt and a shirt with a plaid skirt.

Today, Maika was wearing a shirt with a plaid skirt. An elegant purple bow was tied below her neck.

All of them were custom-made from abroad. Upon closer inspection, only one girl's shirt was sparkling. All the other girls

wore cotton shirts, while only one girl's shirt was made of silk.

Although her character was terrible, her breasts were absolutely gorgeous.

(Really, her breasts were her only advantage.)

Takuma stared at Maika's breasts for a moment.

If it were a comparison of size, Izayoi was a 105cm J-cup. Maika was a 96cm H-cup. She couldn't compare

in size to Izayoi.

However, even though they were both breasts, the shape, texture, and elasticity were different. The

touch of Maika's breasts, which he had only touched once, was still lingering on his hands. He still remembered the youthful

elasticity .

However, he hadn't yet used Maika's breasts for nipple play.

Just how pleasurable would it be to thrust his penis into those proud breasts?

How comfortable would it feel to rub his penis against those rocket-shaped breasts?

To prevent his penis from getting erect, Takuma looked away. Noticing that Takuma had just been staring at her breasts, Maika lightly...

A slight smile.

(Damn it! I'm definitely going to rub your breasts! I know what you're after. I absolutely won't use my penis on you!)

The bell rang.

Five minutes before class started.

"Should I just accept my fate? You don't... want to stand during class, do you?"

"Nonsense."

Takuma slammed his judo uniform onto the table.

The English teacher, wearing metal-rimmed glasses, began fluently explaining the key points of the textbook.

Takuma opened his textbook and then buried his face in his hands.

A state of utter despair.

It was like looking at a book of Roman numerals. Finding the words he knew

was harder than finding the ones he didn't know. He had no idea what was written on it.

Even if he wanted to ask someone, there was no one he could ask. The classmates who had initially been secretly watching Takuma were

now focused on the lesson. It felt like they were avoiding Takuma.

He couldn't force it.

Takuma and Maika shared the same table and sat in the same chair.

It was best not to touch Maika.

The same thing could be seen as a danger signal, right? The ergonomic chair was comfortable, but his mood for class

was terrible.

(I want to escape...)

(I hope class ends quickly after I close my eyes...)

Takuma lay on the desk, pleading.

He wondered why things had turned out this way.

It was all because of Maika.

No.

It was when the penis grew out of his crotch. His divorced and departed mother, why did I have this

thing ? If he could see her right now, he wanted to ask her why she gave birth to this.

Faced with fruitless reflection, his mood plummeted. Just then, Takuma felt something touch his lower body.

(Whoa!)

He jumped up.

He looked to the side.

Maika looked at the blackboard with a nonchalant expression, her left hand holding a pen in a very natural posture.

However, her right hand was furtively moving. Right below her palm was the bulging

thing in her pants.

(W-What are you doing!)

Takuma stared straight at Maika.

Maika glanced at Takuma, her left hand writing in Takuma's notebook.

--Can you feel it?

Takuma immediately picked up the pen and started writing.

"Where are you touching, you pervert?"

Maika wrote down immediately.

"Where you feel good.

" "Watch out, or I'll scream.

" "Your breasts, don't you want to touch them?"

He swallowed hard.

Maika's breasts?

During class? "

You can touch them," Maika said, propping up her textbook and leaning forward. Her breasts pressed

softly against the desk.

His hand could easily reach them.

(W-W-W-Can I? Really?)

Takuma looked around nervously.

The teacher turned away from the classroom and walked to the right. Takuma and his classmates were in the last row, with no one else behind them. However,

class was in session. If they were discovered, they would be dead.

Maika moved her hand to the zipper.

She slowly pulled it down to avoid making a sound. None of the classmates noticed.

(You...!)

Takuma glared at Maika, but she pretended not to see him. With her head on the desk, she pulled the zipper down completely.

(Damn it, like this...!)

Takuma reached out his left hand.

Palm up, he began to knead Maika's right breast. Takuma held Maika's full breasts, which were stretched high by her shirt, in his hands.

His fingers immediately sank in.

Besides the feel of the shirt and bra, the wonderful elasticity that pushed him back filled his palms. They were so full that he couldn't

knead them with one hand.

Maika frowned subconsciously. She bit her lip to keep quiet.

(So good...!)

Takuma was almost numb.

Avoiding the gaze of the teacher who was teaching English, he rubbed the young lady's proud breasts. This

feeling only increased the pleasure.

He hadn't spoken to Maika since that incident, but she hadn't given up after all.

There was only one reason why she was willing to let him rub her breasts—it must be the King's penis. But, anything was fine. As long as he could rub her breasts with his own hands

...

Takuma continued, three times, four times, and boldly five or six times, kneading her breasts. It was as if he was

lifting , squeezing the full fruit inside the shirt.

The shirt fabric stretched forward, and the buttons almost popped open. The purple bow was also swaying.

Maika's body trembled slightly.

Secretly engaging in a breast-rubbing game in the classroom, gradually hardening his penis. Maika breathed warmly, her hand

sliding inside the zipper. Elegant fingers caressed her panties back and forth.

She felt excited.

That haughty young lady, the beautiful disciplinary committee chairperson, was actually massaging her

classmate .

Her fingers moved up and down along the shape of the penis.

To make the penis ejaculate, her fingers continued the up-and-down massage motion.

(How could I let you succeed!)

Takuma stretched out his wrist and grabbed the left breast.

As if gripping it tightly with his palm, he grabbed the full breast in one go. Then he pressed down on the fruit from above.

No matter how he pressed, the breast remained full and heavy. These were heavy H-

cup breasts.

Maika's body trembled.

The 96-centimeter fleshy mound bounced in her hand. Pushing up the thin fabric, her breasts were full inside the shirt. The flesh

spread out inside the bra, stretching the fabric to its limit.

Takuma pressed down on the beautiful breasts, moving them in circles with each movement. Her palms weren't wide enough to knead the entire mound of flesh;

she could only spread them wide and rub them back and forth.

The young flesh moved inside the shirt, stretching the fabric. The buttons barely held on.

Wu Xiang's face showed distress. Her beautiful brows furrowed, and her left hand desperately supported her body.

(You can feel it now!)

Takuma felt smug.

He was finally in a favorable position. This was the perfect opportunity to break the young lady's proud nose.

(With both hands...!)

Takuma thought to himself.

To be honest, he really wanted to rub her breasts with both hands. That way, Maika would definitely feel better. However, it

would be bad if he actually did it. He would definitely be discovered.

(Then—)

Takuma extended his index finger over her breast.

He slowly moved it along her high breast. He wanted to find her nipple.

At this moment, Maika retaliated.

Her fingers, which had been rubbing against her panties, went into the hole in the front of her panties. Her fingertips suddenly grabbed his penis, making Takuma

almost scream.

She pinched his penis between her index and middle fingers and gently shook it. And soon she started moving it up and down.

(Damn woman... she really wants me to ejaculate...!)

Not wanting to admit defeat, Takuma thrust his index finger into the center of her breast.

He grabbed her nipple—that's what he thought, but he didn't grab her target.

At this moment, Maika's fingers accelerated their back and forth rubbing. Her fingers rubbed at high speed like a machine, and she shook

his penis .

(Ah...this guy...)

Takuma completely forgot.

Maika was a successor of the ninjutsu of the Karasu-on-ryu school. As a female ninja, masturbating was naturally a piece of cake.

In retaliation, Takuma's fingers plunged into a certain stiff spot on her chest.

His fingers stirred back and forth in the bulge of her shirt.

The fleshy mound that stretched the shirt outwards swayed wildly.

Maika smiled faintly.

(Didn't catch it!)

(Damn it!)

The moment his fingers moved, Maika's body trembled.

(There!)

His index finger focused on scratching the narrow radius. The peaks inside the shirt swayed back and forth. His finger attack

became more and more forceful, sinking into the soft fleshy mound.

Maika's body trembled, trembled.

She looked at Takuma with sexy eyes.

(I really, really want to rape her...!)

The moment he thought this, a heavy thud sounded from his right rear.

In the last row on the right, Mido Setsuna, with her hands clasped behind her head, put her feet on the table.

Teachers and students alike turned their gazes toward her.

"Mido-kun, what kind of attitude is that?"

"Nonsense. I didn't see any guy being played with, nor did I see any girl having her breasts rubbed. I just

put my feet on the table, what's it to you!"

Takuma was startled.

He quickly removed his hand from his chest. Maika also withdrew her hand.

(Could it be... that they've found out...?)

His heart was racing.

Considering what had just happened, he felt that if he did anything strange again, a biker gang on a modified motorcycle would come after him

.

"S-anyway, please put your feet down. Is that how you listen to a lesson?"

"Shut up! Do you want to be sent to the hospital?!"

The English teacher fell silent.

He was slightly speechless, coughed deliberately, and then started reading the textbook again. Even the teacher couldn't withstand Setsuna's

charisma.

Takuma secretly glanced at Setsuna.

Setsuna looked over at the same time.

A slender, high-bridged nose, long pupils—she glared at him with eyes that could stop a child from crying.

Her right eye was glaring fiercely.

Takuma quickly looked away .

(Oh no... she's glaring at me...)

(Afterwards, I might be killed...)

Of all times, Izayoi isn't here. She's only absent when Takuma is in danger. She's probably still meeting with the main family.

Maika reached for her notebook. The pen quickly wrote something down.

--Should we continue?

Takuma wrote back in the notebook.

--I don't want to die.

--Don't want to touch my breasts?

--What are you thinking?

--Sex.

Takuma fell silent.

How could a woman like this be the top student in the school year?

--Let's wait until we're alone?

--I'll ask Wang Jing too.

Maika put down her pen and looked out the window. It seems she hasn't given up yet.

(That way it'll be quiet...)

Just as she was thinking this, Maika suddenly cried out. She slumped onto the table, her body convulsing, and began screaming loudly.

(Wh-wh-wh-what!? What happened!?)

Takuma was utterly flustered.

What happened? What was the trigger? Was his response the fuse?

"What's wrong, Amami-kun?"

Maika looked at the English teacher with a pained expression. Startled, she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ugh... gurgle... ah..."

"T-Tenkai-kun...?"

"I-I'm sorry... my chest hurts... breathing..."

It was so realistic, like it was actually happening.

(Acting? Or real?)

(This guy, could he be having asthma?)

"Should we... call a doctor?"

"It's okay... to the infirmary... she'll just lie down for a bit..."

"Who, who can take her to the infirmary! Where's the health committee member?"

"Teacher, shouldn't we tell the homeroom teacher?"

A female student suddenly interjected.

"No, we can talk about it after class, I don't have a phone yet..."

The students' gazes all turned in a certain direction.

"Huh?"

The center of their gazes was Takuma. No one was named, but everyone was looking at Takuma.

"Huh, huh? She's the health committee member?"

"It refers to Takuma-kun. A new student is the health committee member, and she received this text message this morning."

A female student spoke up.

"Huh? Me?"

Did I hear wrong?

"W-How could it be me? I just transferred here today, I haven't even introduced myself yet, and I haven't even voted..."

"That's what Amami-kun said."

Takuma glared at Maika.

(You're up to something!)

Maika tried to shake her head, but she was slumped over the table, breathing heavily.

"Well then, Kanno-kun. Please take Amami-kun to the infirmary."

"Huh!? Me!?"

"Because, you're the health committee member, right?"

"No, I, today... Where are the others...?"

In that instant, everyone's gaze shifted away from Takuma. As if pre-arranged, they focused on

their textbooks .

Everyone had avoided him.

This meant it had nothing to do with Maika.

(Despicable bastard!)

Takuma mentally yelled at his classmates.

Maika seemed to be in real pain.

Carried by Takuma, her head close to his, she gasped for breath. Perhaps Maika really was sick.

With her large breasts pressed against his back through her shirt, Takuma really wanted to push Maika down before reaching the infirmary, but then

thought better of it. If Maika was really sick, pushing her down would be disastrous.

But at such an important time, the infirmary was empty. All the beds were empty too.

"Do you have any medicine?"

"Lie down... I'll be fine soon..."

"Is your heart bothering you?"

Maika didn't answer.

Takuma walked to the innermost bed, laid Maika down with his back to him.

"Lie down quickly. I'll get a blanket."

"Thank you..."

Maika obediently lay down on the bed. He had just wanted to push her down, but now he didn't have that urge.

"Is your heart really not very good?"

Maika silently moved her lips.

"What?"

She silently moved her lips again.

Of course, no sound was heard.

"Huh?"

Takuma bent down and brought his ear closer.

In that instant—

just as he realized two wrists were wrapped around him from below, Takuma quickly pressed himself against the soft body.

"Wow! Wh-what—"

Takuma's voice was swallowed by the two large breasts that pushed up his shirt. As if to prevent Takuma from escaping, Maika

tightly hugged the back of her head with both hands, pressing it against her ample breasts.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Unable to breathe, Takuma struggled violently.

Maika laughed happily.

Takuma grabbed the sheets, trying to forcibly move his face away, but Maika tightened her grip. After all, she

was a female ninja. Not an ordinary girl.

"Want to do something comfortable? Huh, huh?"

"Huff, huff, huff..." "

If you don't say 'uh,' I won't let you breathe."

"Huff, huff, huff!" "

Or should I suffocate you?"

Takuma slapped the sheets.

"Want to make love? If you're willing to make love, I'll let you go."

Takuma slapped the sheets again.

Maika released her wrists.

"You bastard! Are you going to kill me?!"

In an instant, his face was pressed against her breasts again. The fleshy mounds pressed violently against his face, making it impossible to breathe. Maika

smiled.

"You can kill someone like that. Can you promise me you won't scream? Can you promise me you'll rub my breasts?"

Takuma slapped the sheets again.

"If you're willing to make a promise, then slap twice."

Following Maika's instructions, Takuma slapped the sheets twice. He relaxed his wrist again.

*Pfft*, Takuma gasped for breath.

"How is it? Does it feel good?"

"I can't breathe!"

Takuma was pressed against her cleavage again. He quickly slapped the sheets twice more.

"You have no learning ability. You're so stupid."

Although he wanted her to shut up, he couldn't refute Maika's words, and Takuma was very unwilling.

"If you shout loudly again next time, you'll really suffocate. Are you willing to swear not to shout?"

Takuma slapped the sheets twice.

"Good."

Releasing his wrist, Takuma finally felt relieved.

"I said..."

"It feels good, right?"

"You're faking it." "

The school nurse isn't here today. She's on a business trip."

Takuma was silent.

"You sent the nurse out?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you do that?

" "You're lucky, aren't you?

" "This is a planned crime."

"Who was it that touched someone's breasts during class?"

"Because you grabbed someone's penis."

"So what?"

Maika laughed happily.

What an annoying woman.

This woman's actions—luring

me there herself, then getting the teacher away beforehand—were all just an act.

"Aren't you going to continue?"

Maika's wrists squeezed her breasts together from both sides, making them appear

even higher. Her pure white shirt was stretched to the point of tearing, the wrinkles straightened. There was a purple

bow on it.

"Don't you want to touch my breasts?" "

What if the teacher comes?"

"He won't come."

"If he does, you'll definitely say 'he attacked me,' right?"

"Don't you want to touch them?"

Maika rubbed her soft breasts with both hands. Takuma subconsciously succumbed to desire. Or rather, he couldn't suppress

his desire for Maika.

"Take it off."

"You help me take it off." "

How long are you going to maintain this 'young lady' persona?"

"I am a young lady."

It was jarring, but true.

Trying to win an argument with a young lady was probably too much of a stretch.

Takuma reached for the shirt buttons. Pink hues were visible through the white shirt, but

the bra .

Unbuttoning one button increased the area of exposed skin at the neckline; unbuttoning another revealed

a deep cleavage.

Young, soft skin.

Besides the dazzlingly healthy complexion, there was also the pheromones of her breasts. Takuma's heart skipped a beat.

This was his first time making love with "Maika in her uniform." Maika

stared at Takuma with the eyes of a noblewoman bestowing a reward.

(I really want to see this now.)

Takuma unbuttoned the last button, his breasts completely freed.

He swallowed unconsciously.

What shone through was a gorgeous bra made by the French high-end lingerie company, Sybaris. And it was a custom-

made product.

The upper part was transparent, and the lower part was white fabric. The cups were embroidered with deep red roses. The part in contact with the body

was made of pink silk. The shoulder straps were also made of the same pink silk.

(It's so expensive...!)

This is completely different from that ugly brown bra; it's an incredibly elegant one. Even a regular one

would cost nearly 20,000 yen.

Inside this high-class bra, there are so many beautiful, white breasts. They bounce gently up and down.

The smooth skin of a second-year high school student is just as dazzling as the high-class bra itself.

Maika stares at Takuma with a calm gaze that's hard to believe for someone her age.

A passionate, mysterious gaze.

"Aren't you going to take it off?"

A smile appears on her face, and seeing Takuma hesitate, Maika arches her back to make it easier to unhook the bra.

The breasts inside the gorgeous bra are pointing straight at Takuma. Feeling a desire to bury his face in them, Takuma

quickly reaches behind Maika and unhooks the bra.

The bra floats up, revealing her skin.

Takuma unhooks the straps and pulls down the bra. The pointed, pearl-shaped breasts are exposed. As the bra

is unhooked , the breasts sway gently up and down.

Exquisitely beautiful breasts.

Unlike artificial breasts, these don't lose their shape even when lying down. They have a three-dimensional feel and are quite

firm. It's like having two fleshy mounds on your chest, and they're full breasts with the front slightly upturned.

(So big...)

Takuma felt excited and desire again.

It had been three weeks since he'd seen Maika's bare breasts since the boys' locker room. They weren't as big as

Izayoi , but the shape was quite beautiful, protruding forward at the tips.

His penis inside his underwear became erect. Soon, pre-ejaculate seeped out. Then he could enjoy his classmate's huge breasts to his heart's content in the empty

infirmary .

"Suck it."

Maika arched her back and thrust her breasts forward.

Takuma silently grabbed a pair of peaks and rubbed them, sucking on the right tip.

Maika waited for Takuma with a queenly heart.

She was the master.

Takuma was the servant.

No matter how much Takuma denied it, he still wanted to have sex with her and obey her.

Come on.

You don't just want to see my breasts, do you?

You want me, don't you?

Breasts, you want to suck them, right?

Sure.

He sucked like a baby.

Even if Takuma wanted to remain calm, the moment his penis entered and bit her nipple, the tables turned.

Her body instantly heated up, becoming sensitive, as he thrust into her uterus with a melting impact.

(Gurgle...!)

Maika's body arched back, trembling and twisting.

Her rocket-like breasts were stretched and lengthened by the sucking, resembling a pair of rugby balls. Takuma forcefully

stretched Maika's proudly large breasts.

(Eee... Eee... Don't stretch them like that...)

Maika almost screamed.

Her breasts were stretched several centimeters, becoming streamlined.

Takuma stretched his neck and pulled on her breasts. His tongue and lips clamped around her nipple, making a loud sucking sound.

(Gurgle... How could this be... Stop...)

Maika subconsciously pressed down on the back of Takuma's head, twisting her body. In that instant, a slapping sound was heard, and Takuma released her nipple.

"Ahhh!"

Maika's body jerked.

Just one suckling of her breasts had turned on the pleasure switch. Her clitoris ached terribly.

Maika is a female ninja.

When it comes to bedroom arts, Maika is definitely more skilled. Why, then, is she being led around?

(The one with feelings should be Takuma. I…)

Her thoughts were interrupted by pleasure.

Her H-cup breasts were gripped tightly by both hands, making them sharp and erect, and Takuma made loud

sucking sounds. Her cheeks were filled with breast flesh as she sucked forcefully. The full flesh was drawn into her mouth, continuing to stretch.

When the breasts had gradually stretched several centimeters, Takuma suddenly released the nipples. A soft, erotic sound followed, and

the full breasts bounced up and down.

This series of sucking sounds was almost frenzied.

The sucking sounds were followed by the soft, slapping sounds as the nipples were released, repeated endlessly. Her beautiful,

rocket-shaped breasts were also stretched long and sharp, swaying back and forth.

"Ahhh! Ah! Ee!"

With her breasts stretched, Maika's half-naked body trembled.

On the white sheets, her body unconsciously twisted.

Just from having her breasts sucked, her vagina became wet. Erotic juices were secreted.

Even if there was no one else in the infirmary, the noise couldn't be too loud. If she didn't keep the noise down…

Takuma began to violently play with her nipples, as if inserting a penis.

He bit down on her nipples, pulling them out, biting down and pulling them out, her beautiful, full breasts bouncing back and forth. Making a snapping

sound , he quickened the rhythm of biting and releasing her nipples, and vigorously shook her breasts.

"Ahhh! Ah, ah, ahhhhhh! No, don't keep doing that to my nipples!"

Maika couldn't bear it, pushing Takuma's head away with both hands.

She wanted to say that pressing down on his head would stop him, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, it seemed to agree to be

a sacrifice, her breasts thrusting out, pressing her nipples against him.

Each time he bit down and released her nipples, her body shuddered.

The sounds of erotic slurping mingled with Maika's panting. Her beautiful, rocket-shaped breasts swayed

incessantly .

"Ah, ah, no nipples, no nipples, ahhh..."

Erotic sounds echoed from the infirmary as Takuma stretched out her nipples.

"Ahhh," Maika gasped, but the sounds suddenly vanished. Her neck drooped to one side, her body jerking violently.

Like a spasm, Maika's body trembled twice, three times, then four times, five times. Large

spasms alternated with small tremors.

If you closed your eyes, it would look like she was ascending to heaven.

Takuma sucked on her right nipple, causing Maika's back to bounce. She let out "ahhh,"

her upper body arching backward.

Again, a spasm occurred.

Her body jerked, jerked.

Her body jerked rhythmically, her breasts being sucked, her chest thrusting into Takuma's mouth. Takuma sucked her breasts

with a slurping sound, then released, sucked again, released again, repeating this over and over. Now her mouth was full of breast

flesh, her nipples hidden inside.

"Aaaaaah...no nipples...my nipples will..." 　　Maika

grabbed Takuma's wrist.

But, in response, Takuma bit down on both nipples at once. A　　 wet 　　sucking

sound was heard. 　　Both 　　nipples were 　　pulled away by a strong attraction and sucked into the high school boy's mouth. 　　"

Aaaaahh 　　... 　　Normally less than ten centimeters long, her nipples had now stretched to over fifteen centimeters. 　　(Aaaaah! I'm going to die! My nipples feel so good, I'm dying...!) 　　Maika shook her head violently. 　　But even shaking her head couldn't escape the orgasm. 　　The high-end panties made by Sybaris were filled with glistening, lustful fluid. Liquid gushed from the depths of her honeypot. A flash of white light appeared in her mind. 　　(Orgasm... I'm orgasming again...) 　　Maika's body trembled. 　　This was the first time she had ever reached orgasm from having her breasts played with like this. The two Oniwaban also played with her breasts, but they hadn't been so persistent in attacking her nipples. 　　It was practically breast humiliation. 　　(If my nipples keep orgasming, I'll die... I can't breathe...) 　　In a moment of hazy consciousness, she suddenly relaxed. It seemed that Takuma had completely released her nipples. 　　Takuma's face was flushed. 　　He was panting heavily. 　　His mouth was full of saliva, and his lips were wet. Just seeing this scene made Maika wet again. 　　(I'm saved...) 　　Just as she thought that, Takuma started sucking on her breasts again. 　　Both nipples were bitten down, sucked even harder than before. The 　　breasts, bouncing like steamed buns, were stretched more than ten centimeters, making a "plop plop plop" sucking sound. 　　The rocket-shaped breasts were sucked until they resembled rugby balls, swaying back and forth. 　　Even so, Takuma continued to stretch the breasts. 　　The skin of the upper chest was stretched, and the fleshy mounds stretched along with it. The breasts were stretched into a vertical shape, the tips pointed and erect. 　　Maika screamed. 　　An orgasm surged through her body, her buttocks bounced up. 　　Her mind was filled with white light. 　　She felt no gravity, her consciousness distant. In that instant, she suddenly fell down, leaning against Takuma. 　　It seemed the breast-sucking was over. 　　"Idiot..." 　　Maika gasped for breath, speaking in a weak voice. She had little strength, her voice almost inaudible. Only the shape of her lips could be discerned. 　　Takuma's hands still gripped her breasts. 　　Although panting, his hands continued to knead them. 　　His fingertips flicked the hard nipples, making Maika cry out sweetly. 　　"Seriously, you breast-obsessed person..." 　　"You seduced me, didn't you?" 　　"Sucking demon." 　　Takuma buried his face in her breasts. 　　"Idiot, stop, ahhhhh!" 　　Her breasts were sucked again, and Maika's body arched back. Just the sight of her breasts being sucked and stretched in his mouth caused her to tremble with orgasm. 　　"Ahhh...no..." 　　"Your breasts are so delicious..." 　　"No...no, not just your breasts...put them inside..." 　　Maika shook her head as Takuma sucked on both her nipples. Her breasts, like heavy cannonballs, swayed back and forth. 　　An explosive pleasure surged through her breasts, making Maika's body tremble. 　　Takuma was less of a demon who could grant wishes and more of a breast-obsessed person. He had already been sucking her breasts for a long time, and now he continued to focus on sucking them. He squeezed her breasts together with both hands, enjoying the pleasure of deforming her breasts. 　　Although his caresses were crazy, Maika also felt something from them. Could it be that their bodies were really compatible? Her vagina was already wet. 　　"Put it in..." 　　Maika murmured, and Takuma pulled down his pants. 　　His penis immediately sprang out of his underwear, slapping against his stomach. 　　Black moles on the inside of his penis were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. Proof of his erection. 　　Maika smiled ecstatically. 　　Once the penis was out, it would be her turn to manipulate it. Then it was time for the female ninja to show off her skills. 　　Takuma planned to play with her breasts. He leaned closer, his penis near her breasts, intending to clamp them together. 　　(That won't do.) 　　Maika pressed down on Takuma's wrist. 　　She smiled.

In that instant, Takuma's body completely reversed, and Maika's position changed.

"Wow!"

"Breast play can wait until next time. Now it's time to insert it into the vagina."

"You—"

Takuma reached out. Maika slapped his hand away.

It was too late to protect the king's penis now.

(Come on. Let me summon the demon god! The king's penis is mine!)

Just as Maika was about to lower herself—a sound came from behind the curtain. Maika froze.

She hadn't expected anyone to be there.

The curtain of the next bed was drawn, revealing a tall figure looking in their direction.

(Izayoi! Are you trying to stop me? Watch this!)

Maika reached for the knife hidden in her boot. But before she could draw it,

a dark figure jumped down from between the curtain and the ceiling.

"Whoa!"

Takuma screamed in fright.

The knife quickly pierced the wall. And the dark figure landed on the bed with its left foot.

The figure behind the curtain was just a disguise. Maika had anticipated this. However, before the opponent landed, it kicked her knife

away.

The female ninja wore an eyepatch over her left eye. Her long hair was tied back in a bun. A metal plate covered her forehead, and a black mask concealed

her face.

She wore a jet-black cloak ,

revealing a beautiful blue karate uniform underneath .

Below her short skirt were black leggings, highlighting her beautiful skin tone. She stood on one leg, yet there was no gap between them. Even when

kicked, her body was full of power, and she wouldn't lose her balance.

Her breasts, fuller than Izayoi's, pushed against the cloak.

"Who?"

"Breast Shadow."

The female ninja answered in a low voice. She carried neither a sword nor a knife.

"A member of the Momiji-ryu—Izayoi's partner?"

"Looks like your partner?"

The attacker seemed quite humorous.

"Like a moth to a flame. Did you think I was unprepared and alone?"

"I've already rehearsed."

Before the answer was finished, Maika kicked.

At 166 centimeters tall, she kicked with the long legs of a European, a right-footed front kick, followed by a left-footed kick

, then another right-footed kick in a continuous combo.

It only took a second.

After cornering the voluptuous figure at the foot of the bed, Maika launched a punch. Her punches

were comparable to a professional boxer's, landing ten blows to the figure's face in a single second. Five seconds later, the figure fell backward, and

a net dropped from the ceiling. The shadowy figure lay on its back, struggling.

Two attacked the figure.

Yuuna and Mizuna, the Oniwaban

, skillfully bound the figure,

rolling it on the ground.

At that moment—a shadowy figure appeared at Maika's feet, extending behind her. From ankle to thigh, thigh to

waist , waist to chest, the shadowy figure gradually took shape.

Finally, a head formed, slowly rising behind Maika.

Maika didn't notice.

Like a ghost, the shadowy figure pressed against Maika's back.

"Miss Maika!"

Hearing the voices of the two Oniwaban, before Maika could turn around, she was kicked from behind. She flew over the bed,

crashing heavily against the wall and falling.

As Maika tried to stand up, her knees buckled, but the enemy's fingers quickly pointed to her genitals.

"Eek!"

"Insert...inside, right?"

a deep voice asked.

"Should we make that unusable again, Miss?"

Two Oniwaban attacked the breast shadow from the left and right.

Mizuna aimed for the head, while Yuna grabbed the abdomen, attacking with a fist and a kick respectively. At the same time, Maika decisively

used an elbow strike.

The opponent's body moved away, and the shadow spread at her feet. The shadow on the floor moved towards Takuma.

"Miss Maika!"

"I know!"

Maika threw a stick-shaped shuriken at the shadow on the floor.

The shadow suddenly stopped.

"Ugh!"

A groan was heard.

The dark shadow stopped in that place. It was as if someone had fallen there.

However, it was Maika who collapsed with weak knees.

Then, behind Maika, a black cloak appeared—the breast shadow stood there, looking down with cold eyes.

"Shadow Manipulation Technique—"

Maika groaned softly.

The opponent was not just attached to a shadow.

A ninjutsu that allowed one's own shadow and shadow to switch freely, confusing the opponent's attention and attacking—

one of the ninjutsu of the Momiji Style.

"Damn it!"

"Prepare yourself!"

Mizuna and Yuna attacked simultaneously.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting the shadows of two Oniwaban and the Breast Shadow on the curtain.

As the Breast Shadow was knocked down and lost its balance, it formed a hand seal in front of its chest.

There were two cries.

The Breast Shadow 'shadow' reflected on the curtain was hit by a flying kick from the two 'shadows'.

The solid formed a hand seal.

However, both the Oniwaban and the Breast Shadow fell to the ground and rolled.

Takuma, on the bed, stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"I'll take this one."

The Breast Shadow began to spin around on the spot. It was

quite fast; the hazy images of the two stopped, then began to spin in reverse and suddenly disappeared.

Some leaves scattered. At this moment, Takuma and the Breast Shadow disappeared from the bed.

"What a proud woman... I was so close."

Maika supported herself on the bed and stood up.

Her head was still buzzing.

She was angry at being thwarted and losing her chance, but she wasn't mentally hurt. Maika knew this very

well. And—there was an unexpected bonus.

Maika grasped the long hair on her right hand. Hair different from Izayoi's.

A smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

This academy belonged to her. The Momiji-ryu ninja didn't know this yet. As long as this academy existed,

That man is mine.

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