Unlike the day before, the road home was uneventful for Ippan. He made a few stops to curiously fondle some cute girls along the way but didn't really want to mess up whatever schedules they had so he didn't linger long. He was honestly pretty eager to get some sleep and get tomorrow going. He was looking forward to using his powers on some new faces that he didn't see almost every day. His mind was thinking back to the dossiers that Imu had given him on all of the strongest shinobi at Hanzo and he couldn't wait to meet a few of them.
Before Ippan knew it, he had arrived at his doorstep. He swung open the door and walked inside. "I'm home!" he announced, with slightly more enthusiasm than he had the day before.
Interestingly, he heard two voices welcome him home, both female. He wondered if his mother was back from her business trip. It seemed doubtful; she was supposed to be booked for a couple more months. Both voices had come from the living room area, so he made his way down the hall and into the room.
Ippan first saw his sister seated in her usual spot on the couch, watching the TV in her workout spats and a t-shirt. She was covered in sweat, which probably meant she had just finished her routine. Midori's bare feet were propped up on something, and it took Ippan a moment to recognize the head of blonde hair. Ryouna was on all fours facing the TV with Midori's feet resting on her back. Ryouna turned to look at Ippan and she looked happy as a clam.
"Master~! Look, look! Ryouna is being used as furniture! It's so degrading!" She wiggled happily with a blush on her cheeks.
"Uh, what's going on?" Ippan asked. Ryouna had never been to his house before, and he was pretty sure she didn't even know where he lived.
Ryouna tilted her head, "What do you mean?"
"Why are you here?" Ippan asked, careful not to sound disappointed. While this was a surprise, it certainly wasn't an unpleasant one.
"I live here now." Ryouna had a look of confusion on her face, one that Ippan shared until it clicked. He had totally forgotten that he made it normal for girls in his harem to live with him. "This piggy already brought all of her stuff over, some of it is in your room and Miss Midori helped her move the rest into storage!" Ippan thought it was a good thing his room was much too large for just him, but he was curious to know the full extent of the damage. So, Ippan said he wanted to go change and excused himself for the moment.
When he entered his room, he was shocked to find it covered with stuffed animals, fuzzy pillows, hearts, and other various girly decorations. Most of it was white, blue, or red, thankfully not pink, though the visual was still more than a little embarrassing. Most of her things were shoved into a corner of Ippan's room that had previously been empty, and he thanked whatever gods existed for small favors.
Being the proud pervert that Ippan was, he opened up Ryouna's drawers until he found her panties. They smelled nice, and they were all either very cutesy, pink, and frilly; or they were very racy, lacy, and left little to the imagination. He was happy to find a distinct lack of bras in her collection of underwear, though he noted that may not have been his doing since even before that normality she didn't seem to wear any. He found himself mildly curious about what actually happened to all the bras in the world after he made it normal not to wear them.
Eventually Ippan did change, getting into a comfortable T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Suddenly the door burst open and Ryouna came rushing inside excitedly.
"Master, your sister keeps ignoring me!" Ippan was about to sigh and explain that Midori was just like that sometimes, but Ryouna wasn't done, "I love it! Abandonment foreplay is my favorite!"
"Well, you'll get along great with her I suppose." Ippan smiled at his strange submissive and she beamed back at him.
"So, what kind of cruel stuff are you going to do to this bitch tonight, huh?" Ryouna bounced around impatiently, wiggling her rear cutely. Ippan actually wasn't sure. He'd need to think about it, and as luck would have it, he needed to use the restroom. Praying to the porcelain god did have a tendency to supply him with good ideas.
"Oh, lots of stuff, but first I need to go to the bathroom." He got ready to head out the door when he noticed that Ryouna had suddenly knelt down and opened her mouth.
"Um, Ryouna, what are you doing?"
"Master said he needed to use the toilet!"
"I have a toilet down the hall."
"Why would Master use that toilet when he has a perfectly good one right here?" She was blushing and pointing to her open mouth with both fingers.
That was certainly not something Ippan had ever even thought about before. He generally held women in fairly high esteem; which shouldn't have been surprising given that most of the women he knew were ass-kicking ninjas. So, the thought of using one as a toilet when he needed to piss had never occurred to him before. But here was Ryouna, her mouth open, blushing and panting with anticipation, urging him to use her instead of the perfectly good plumbing he had. And just like the footjob incident from earlier, he found himself kind of liking the idea.
"Hm, all right then. But you had better not spill any. I don't want any of it on the floor of my room, understood?"
Ryouna practically moaned with delight. "Yes Master! Use Ryouna as your own personal toilet!"
Ippan slipped down his shorts, revealing his cock to her. Without needing any kind of command, she immediately and excitedly slipped the tip into her mouth and closed her lips in a tight seal. She then gave her master a look that implied her readiness. Ippan hesitated, mostly at the strangeness of the situation, but eventually just relaxed and let his bladder empty. She practically begged him for it, so there wasn't any good reason not to let her get what she asked for.
Ryouna's blush intensified as she began to swallow Ippan's urine, her eyes rolling back slightly in their sockets.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…" He was worried she might not be able to keep up, but she did so with surprising ease. Not even a single drop was leaking out of the corner of her lips. He wondered if even Ryouna could be enjoying this, but then noticed the telltale sign of her hips twitching. Jerking might be a better word, she looked like she was enjoying this even more than anything else he'd done to her thus far, and Ippan supposed that made sense. It was by far the most humiliating and sadistic thing he had done. The eroticness of the situation hit Ippan like a ton of bricks, as did the realization of how much he was enjoying this. He actually started to grow a bit hard, which only made his stream of piss even more intense.
"Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp…" Her gulping became more rapid at the sudden increase in velocity, but she still managed to keep pace. It was quite the spectacle, but he steadily became aware that her face was turning red with more than just a blush. Of course, there was no way she would be able to breathe through this. With some degree of effort, Ippan managed to stop his stream.
Her lips popped off of his tip and she immediately gasped for air and panted like she had just been underwater. Her tongue was out, and her hips were still jerking wildly, making her breath a bit stunted as well.
"M-maaaster, Ryouna loves it… s-she loves being a toilet s-so muuuuch~" She actually sounded a bit delirious but hearing her say that made Ippan want to keep going.
"Good, because I'm not done." Ippan said as he put his tip back in her mouth and finished his stream. He didn't have that much left in him, but he knew that didn't matter. She was enjoying the experience one way or another.
"Gulp-gulp… gulp-gulp… gulp-gulp…" Her swallowing was starting to get a bit irregular, and Ippan saw a bit of yellow appear at the corner of her lips as some got released. Thankfully for his floor his bladder emptied fairly quickly after that. He pulled out for a second time and she collapsed onto the floor, her hips still jerking. He never ceased to be amazed by what little he actually had to do to get her to orgasm, in fact he realized he'd never even seen the blonde masochist's pussy, much less have needed to touch it.
Ryouna lay on her back, her chest heaving as she let out little stuttering moans. She kept trying to say something, it sounded like "master", but it was too slurred for Ippan to understand very well. He decided to just sit down next to her for a bit, he was curious how that experience was for her but wanted her to recover before asking. Instead he just pat her belly in a rhythmic and gentle pattern.
After a few minutes she sighed contentedly and sat up, cuddling against Ippan. "Master~ that was amazing!"
"I'm surprised even you enjoyed that so much," Ippan admitted.
"Ryouna was worried at first, but now she loves being a toilet! It was so humiliating!"
"Well, uh, I'm glad you liked it?" Ippan wasn't sure exactly how to take that. It still seemed like an odd thing to enjoy. Still, he enjoyed himself. He even considered doing it more often with her.
After their little adventure the two of them decided to take it easy the rest of the night. Which involved cuddling in the living room, watching TV, and frequent groping.
Meanwhile on the other side of the city, the bearer of the brass pair of normality rings was sitting in her shinobi classroom, looking out of its window at the setting sun. While Ippan's desire to utilize his rings could be seen by many as morally questionable, this other individual was undeniably worse. Her name was Yuki, she was a third-year, a ruthless sociopath, and a sadist. Unlike Ippan, she was not afraid to abuse the power that her rings granted her in order to satisfy her urges and further her agenda.
With a contented sigh and smile on her face, Yuki played a melody on her violin that had been haunting her mind for days. She had come to rather lovingly call it "The Dirge of Ippan". As she sat in her chair and played the tunes, a very upset shinobi classmate of hers, Yasha, was cleaning her toes with her tongue. Yuki thought she was doing a rather good job, actually.
Yuki's rings, though nearly exactly the same pair as Ippan's, were defective. Perhaps defective was the wrong word; it would have been more accurate to say that if this world was an orchestra playing a beautiful symphony, Yuki's rings would be an ill-tuned superfluous cello trying to play along, while Ippan's rings were very much part of the concerto.
The brass rings still functioned mostly correctly, they allowed Yuki to do as she pleased without anybody trying to stop her or reacting negatively; and they even allowed her to change the rules of socially accepted norms. The problem was, unlike Ippan's steel rings, everyone affected by the brass rings knew that their wills were being subverted. Yuki also suspected that Ippan's normality changes could overwrite her own, but she had not tested this hypothesis as of yet.
"You are doing a wonderful job, Yasha," Yuki complimented her friend's skills.
"Fuck you," Yasha growled at Yuki before continuing to lick and suck on her foot. The drawbacks to Yuki's ill-tuned rings were not as bad as one might think. At least not for the sadist, it actually made the experience all the better for Yuki to know that they knew what she was doing, even if they didn't like it. Nobody could deny the power she held over them as she guided them to a brighter future. Yuki believed herself to be this world's savior, and the moment she got her hands on Ippan's earrings, the world would not be able to deny it any longer.
"Look out the window, Yasha." A normality Yuki implemented compelled the other girl to obey, looking out the window that had the golden light of the sunset spilling through. "That light is but a candle to the glow this world will know when I finally guide it to glory. Isn't it wonderful? There will be a place for you and your adorable little sister in it, don't worry."
A vein crossed Yasha's head and she started to quiver as she pulled herself away from Yuki's foot. "You promised me… you were not going to touch her." Yasha was gritting her teeth, her sheer force of willpower managing to briefly, albeit futilely, escape Yuki's control. It wasn't long before her head plunged back down onto her foot, sucking on her toes with vigor.
"Yes, I suppose I did promise that didn't I? Not that you could really do anything to force me to keep it. Cunnilingus now, if you please." Yasha moved, angrily, from Yuki's foot to her waist, swiftly burying her face into her waiting vagina and licking. Yuki didn't bother wearing underwear under her uniform these days.
Another of her classmates appeared. Her name was Kogane. She was tall and graceful, slender and silent with a seemingly omnipresent and slightly ominous grin on her face. Her eyes were usually closed, but Yuki knew she could still see in spite of that, yet was not quite sure how she managed it.
"Good evening Lady Yuki," Kogane said in her typical slightly amused tone.
"Hello Kogane."
"Our spy just reported in, Ippan appears to be planning to transfer to Hanzo and Ryouna will be joining him. We aren't sure why yet, but the transfer seems to be temporary. Ryouna has also moved in with Ippan, though I suppose that's to be expected."
"It certainly is," Yuki mused. While the bearer of the brass rings was immune to the effects of Ippan's normalities as long as she owned her pair, she was still distinctly aware of any changes he made. The ones about his harem were particularly amusing to her. "We ought to prepare to send our own transfer then, just to keep an eye on them."
"Who should we send?" Kogane tilted her head slightly.
Yuki carefully looked over Kogane, enjoying her slender but still pleasantly curvy build. "Prepare transfer papers for yourself, Kogane. I think you'd fit right in with the students at Hanzo. But I think I will have Yasha here shadow our friend Ippan, just to see if he happens to lead us to anything interesting."
Yasha growled in response but continued to lap at Yuki's pussy without breaking stride.
"The papers should be ready the day after tomorrow milady," Kogane responded.
"Very good." With that, Kogane vanished. "You see, Yasha, why can't you be a little bit more like her? There's no point in struggling against your current predicament."
Yasha growled again.
"I suppose you're right," Yuki mocked her reply, "if you were as docile as Kogane it would be much less fun to torment you."
"So, are you ready for tomorrow?" Ippan asked Ryouna just to break the silence. They had returned to his room for the night and were getting ready for bed.
"I think so." Ryouna replied. "I've played with Hanzo's elite a lot! I know lots about them, so this piggy will know exactly how to avoid detection."
Ippan nodded, still sort of unsure about her espionage ability. At this point, though, he realized he could use the rings to make up for anything Ryouna lacked.
Ryouna made her uniform disappear with a hand symbol, replacing it with the thong she had been wearing all day and a sheer black nightie. Ippan had also dressed down to being completely nude and was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Ryouna wasted little time in jumping onto the bed with him and into his lap, wiggling around as she did.
"I'm gonna be the best teddy bear!" Ryouna announced excitedly. "Or maybe like, one of those pillowcases with the cute anime girls on them."
"Dakimakura?"
"Yeah! Those! Except Ryouna's a real girl," she giggled, "and she's way softer and more fun to cuddle."
Ippan couldn't deny that, especially as he currently rubbed his hands all over her soft and squishy body. It was remarkable to think that under all that softness was a layer of solid muscle from the shinobi training.
There was a lull in the conversation as Ippan idly groped the blonde, but Ryouna eventually broke it. "Where was Master earlier by the way? This girl got home, packed, and arrived here all before you got back."
"Well, I know I can just hop and get home really fast, but on really eventful days like these I prefer to just walk home. I'm usually not in any particular hurry." Hopping was a kind of a shorthand term that referred to the shinobi method of crossing long distances really quickly. It was called such because it typically involved literally jumping from rooftop to rooftop very rapidly.
"That's so cool!" Ryouna said, wiggling a bit. "Can Ryouna join her Master for his walks sometimes?"
"I would love nothing more," Ippan smiled. "I also got a bit sidetracked, I stopped to have some tea at a maid café on the way back."
Ryouna gasped, "A maid café? Ryouna has always wanted to work at one of those! Maid uniforms are so cute and so degrading!"
Ippan smiled at this reaction but was now deep in thought. There was something very inspiring about the renegades he met at the café, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't considering that life for himself. He had the luxury of having time to set things up to make sure he didn't have to live on wild grass, so this was a more-or-less long-term goal. But he was concerned about Ryouna now. He was worried he might end up forcing her to choose between him and her lifestyle as an akunin.
"Hey Ryouna, I have a question." He didn't want to ask the question he was about to, but morbid curiosity had gripped him.
"Yes, Master?" She turned her head toward his, looking with her own brand of curiosity.
"This is just a hypothetical, so don't panic, but what would you do if I became a renegade?"
Without even a second of hesitation, Ryouna replied, "This piggy would go with you!"
Ippan blinked, "Really?"
"Yes! Ryouna is only an akunin because she gets to have fun however she wants, zennin don't like that idea much. Ryouna isn't loyal to anyone but her Master! So, she will go where he does no matter what."
Ippan actually felt his heart warm up from this reply, and he instantly felt better. "Thanks, Ryouna. I know you like to be abused in nearly every way," she nodded furiously, "but if I could just break the character of the cruel master for a moment and speak honestly, I'm very happy to own such a cute and sweet girl, and I'm happy to know that you like me enough that you'd give up everything to be with me."
Ryouna blushed a deep red, "Uh, uh! Thank you, Master!" Then she turned around and buried her face into Ippan's chest in embarrassment. It looked like she didn't know how to handle genuine compliments, and Ippan found that adorable.
Before long the two crawled into the bed to sleep. Ippan took Ryouna up on her offer to be a dakimakura and hugged her tightly to him as he slept.
Ippan awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and excited to see what the day would bring with his new mission in place. He wasn't the only one, Ryouna was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. She could barely finish all of the breakfast Midori cooked for the three of them.
"Geez bro, you could have warned me you were getting a live-in submissive so I could have gotten more food." Midori complained over her plate of eggs and sausage.
Ippan shrugged and swallowed a mouthful of pancake, "Honestly it sort of just happened. I wasn't expecting it either."
"It's okay! You can starve Ryouna," the blonde replied, "it's so cruel and this piggy loves it!"
"Right…" Midori looked concerned, to say the least, "and couldn't you have brought home someone more normal!?"
Ippan scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Afraid not. I don't know anyone normal."
"Oh yeah? What about me?" his younger sister asked, puffing out her chest confidently and smirking at him.
"Did I stutter?" Ippan returned with his own smirk.
Midori pouted and folded her arms in a show of grumpiness.
After finishing his breakfast, he went to take a shower. Even though he had left her at the table mere seconds ago, when Ippan opened the bathroom door Ryouna was already inside, naked, and crouched down with her legs wide open, her pink kitty on full display.
"Master~! Please, will Master let Ryouna wash him thoroughly?" She said this with the slightest blush, her bicolored eyes sparkling with desire.
Ippan was in a good mood. He closed the door behind him and used a hand seal to make his clothes vanish. "All right, but we're running kind of late, so we better make it quick."
In a frightening display of shinobi speed and agility, she was already inside the shower stall with the water running within the span of about two seconds, and Ippan rushed to join her. This was the first time he had ever showered with a girl before, so he was as distracted as one might expect from a teenage boy, especially when taking into account Ryouna's amazing curves.
It was okay that he was distracted, however, because Ryouna was picking up the slack for him, diligently and skillfully cleaning every inch of his body. He didn't even have to do anything. Most of the time, Ryouna used her own body to get the job done, mostly her breasts, only using her hands when she needed more precision for the task. She also spent a long time washing Ippan's penis, but surprisingly, even this didn't manage to distract her very much, and the two finished their shower without incident, and surprisingly without anything overly naughty happening either. She apparently took her master's command to make it quick seriously. This was actually a good sign to Ippan, because it meant she could still do what she needed to without getting too distracted by perversion.
When the shower was done, they both got dressed again and made their way out the door together. They began their trek to Hanzo together, but not before Ippan took a moment to admire the sunrise.
Things were about to get really exciting for the young shinobi, perhaps more than he anticipated even now.