Story: Negima C+S

 

 
One essential aspect of the ninja lifestyle is information retrieval. Do not think of it as mere thievery - A thief is after precious goods to fill their wallet. A ninja or a kunoichi's sole interest is in filling their mind with data on the enemy. Invade their living quarters undetected! Locate your target! Take it away! Do so without getting caught! If a ninja cannot do this, they will be bereft of critical data. A ninja bereft of critical data is left on the verge of death!

Although, Fumika did have to wonder, what sort of critical data could underwear possibly possess?

"Panties, panties, panties everywhere," Fuka happily sang along while stuffing her bag full of them. "Plain white, bear print, oho, that's racy who's she showing off for~?"

"Shush!" Fumika did her best impersonation of an irate librarian. "We're supposed to be stealthy!

Her sister pouted, then resumed the panty raid. This time mouthing the words along without singing them aloud. This was only a marginal improvement, because the real problem Fumika had was the melody was a damned earworn. Get out of her brain already, let her try to concentrate!

Actually, her concentration had been very weird since training started. Whenever her thinking went along certain paths she'd get this extremely unpleasant headache that only ever seemed to get worse the more insistently she tried to concentrate on it. On the other hand, she'd feel randomly really, really good. There was no rhyme or reason behind it, and trying to figure out why was one of the things that caused her a headache.

While thinking this she noticed her twin sister hold out a pair of cotton white panties - and then stuff them into her face to take a deep, deep breath. Ew! Gross! And yet, she seemed really happy about that for some reason?! Why would she -

Nnrgh! There it was again! That headache! Ah! Ah! She was sorry! She was very sorry! She shouldn't have criticised her sister for doing something so gross as sniffing another girl's underwear! See? See? She was trying it now, just to show how sorry she -

Oohhhhh, this explained it, this explained the smile on Fuka's face. It wasn't some weird prank, it really did feel good to do this.

However, the sound of footsteps approaching the door to this dorm caught their attention. No time to stick around. Like all good ninja, they must depart when it's too dangerous to stick around. Bags full of underwear in tow, the two of them crept out through a side window, using a piece of string to lock it up behind themselves to stymie further investigation.

Not for the first time today, Fumika found herself breathing heavily. Breathing hard. This didn't feel like the results of training. It was more like, her body was responding to what they were doing with intense feelings the likes of which she had never experienced before. It was like they'd exercised a muscle group that Fumika didn't even know she had until now.

Yet she couldn't shake it. She simply couldn't get rid of it. This pervading feeling that this feeling of rightness was, itself, horribly wrong. What was going on here?

"Good job!" Kaede clapped a little later on, sorting through the underwear they had pilfered and putting them into neat little piles. "Kukuku, you've done a magnificent job today, is that not right Ku Fei?"

Ku Fei was standing on one foot and had her other one wrapped up around the back of her head. Flexible. Stupidly flexible. Kinda hot too. Very hot. If she was flexible in that way, was she in others too?

"This is merely the beginning," Ku Fei ominously intoned. "Your next training method will be - Practical jokes!"

"Yay!" Fuka made a high pitched squeal in pure anticipation of this part of training. So happy, so content, so willing to drag Fumika along for the ride. "So, is it any prank we want or something in particular?"

The answer, as it turned out, was not some ancient prank. It was a fairly modern invention, in a way. Especially in Japan, as it relied on something that didn't exist within its culture until relatively recently. What was this mysterious training technique, you ask? What was Ku Fei having them do?

Well, let's look in on a pair of girls going about their business. Happily chatting about the weather and current events. "So, it was weird, my roomie was watching Chiu -"

"Oh, you mean that Chisame girl?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Anyway, she got this really weird look in her eyes after watching the stream for a few minutes and - Kyaaa!"

All of a sudden a brisk wind caught both of their skirts, sending them flying upward, fluttering around like a pair of bird's wings. In fact, they stayed up quite an unnaturally long amount of time. Almost as though something was deliberately trying to keep them up, in spite of the efforts of both girls to push those skirts back down.

Something like a pair of kunoichi, right? Quickly zipping in and out of cover, then from that cover using strategically placed stones to ricochet them underneath those skirts to keep them up for as long as possible! The initial dash merely needed speed to get the skirts into the air, the second part needed a lot of precision. It was tricky, and it required a lot of their concentration.

And yet - legs - Fumika kept - sexy legs - getting distracted by - ooh, such sexy legs! Well, you can see. What was going on with - Urgh, another forbidden topic! Ah! Ah! If she kept staring at those legs, then she'd be okay! That was the feeling she was getting right now!

"You were questioning it in your heart, weren't you Fumika?" Kaede asked, suddenly right next to her. "Hehehe~ don't question it, just go with the flow! Fuka's having fun, why aren't you?"

That might be because her sister was a bit of an idiot. Oh, that wasn't fair! It was probably because she liked doing pranks like this while Fumika tended to get dragged along into her pace. Still, this was wrong, definitely wrong. Would Kaede and Ku Fei really call this a form of training? Everything had been so perverted so far today.

Yet she had also enjoyed it.

There was the crux of the matter. Fumika had been having fun! She didn't normally like pervy things like that! So why couldn't she voice her complaints? What was going on? What was happening to them...?

"New target at three o'clock! Matter of urgency!"

That was Ku Fei, speaking quickly in hushed tones, immediately drawing their attention to their right where - Huh? Was that Mana over there? It looked like she was holding onto Chamo. Was that an interrogation? What had that horny stoat got itself up to this time?

"Flip her skirt."

"I'm sorry what?" Fumika said.

"What she said," Fuka quickly added. "You just asked us to whack a bear on the nose with a thorny branch."

"If I get within range of her battle aura with that intention in my heart, I might actually die," Fumika said. Not an exaggeration either. Mana wasn't the scariest person in the class, but that was only because the bar was set very, very flipping high. "I could always do something more achievable."

"Like a calculus problem."

"I was thinking more 'killing God'."

"To improve oneself is to test one's limits and push through them," Ku Fei said. "Besides, imagine what she'd look like if her skirt did get flipped."

"Those toned thighs on display," Kaede added.

"Not to mention, aren't you curious to see what kind of panties she's wearing today?"

"No- Gah! I'm not- Nnnnrgh! I'm not doing it! And I'm not curious about her - her panties! Nor are you, right Fuka?"

Fuka didn't answer right away. Instead she was deep in thought. "A girl like that, would she go with something plain? Boring white, or something with a big colour to it? Movement is essential to her, so maybe something a bit more freeing...?"

"F-Fuka, don't put so much thought into something like..." Although, now that the tracks had been laid out in front of her, Fumika almost couldn't help but ride along the train. It simply wasn't something she could help. Mana was so enigmatic, so mysterious and aloof that the kind of underwear someone like her would wear was a total mystery. Almost as much a mystery as to why she was suddenly so interested in this topic. She tried to refuse, but then new thoughts and questions kept on popping into her mind - What would look nice against that tanned skin? Maya seemed like the type to wear a garter belt, but, no, that would be obvious in their school uniform. A nice lilac or fuschia would be nice but at the same time it might be too fragrant and floral for Mana's liking.

Argh! What was she thinking?! Ow, ow, ow! C-Come on, let her not think about what Mana would look like in lacy underwear, or maybe something more practical and tasteful? No, stop! Nnnrgh! A-At this rate she was going to even defy her sense of danger merely for the chance to take a peek!

"Fuka no!" Fumika hissed, unable to believe the sight of her own flesh and blood rushing out with tongue hanging out like a dog leaning out a car window.

"Fuka, yes!" was the reply. Oh no! Now Fumika really had no choice but to pursue her and help her sister flip up Mana's skirt, and get away with it! She had absolutely no choice at all in the matter. None. But hey. Hey, lips. Could you stop smiling for a bit? If you do that, it makes Fumika look like a pervert too! Also, smiling this much kinda hurts, you know?!

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Mana was not a girl to have patience with bullshit. She was straightforward and true in her line of work, and it would be no different here with this sneaky little stoat. It was up to something. It might not want to admit to it, but it was unquestioningly up to something. And not in the nebulous sense that 'he is always up to something' but rather in a more concrete way, that's what she meant.

"You claim to be innocent, but in my experience only the guilty tremble and sweat the way you're doing now."

"Wh-what about th-those with pneumonia?" Chamo countered, shaking like a leaf.

"Do you have pneumonia?"

"Th-that is quite b-besides the p-point!"

Right. Of course it is. Mana took a deep breath. While it was obvious Chamo was terrified of her, he wouldn't talk that easily. Alright. That was fine. Then she'd have to teach him a lesson or two. And she'd start by whipping out her free arm, grabbing a concealed pistol and shooting the ground next to her with a magic bullet that made the earth itself kick up, knocking back the two ninja girls who had been stealthily approaching her.

"Fuka, Fumika," Mana coldly said, staring a hole into both of them at once. "Are you working with Chamo?"

"Working with Chamo...?" Fumika asked. "Yipe! Retreat! The enemy is too strong!"

As if she'd let them get away that easily. She took aim at the ground ahead of them, intending to block their path - when all of a sudden her danger sense flared up. Behind her? She turned just in time to see Kaede and Ku Fei, their legs swinging in from either side of her head. When did they -

Those kicks landed before she could finish her thought. Mana crumpled to the ground, letting Chamo out of her grip in the process. Quite the ignoble manner in which she was taken out, huh?

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"Thanks a lot girls, that was really super close!" Chamo chirped while Fumika chased down her heart and put it back in her chest where it could beat away to its heart's content. Scary. That was far too scary! "Oh, the twins? Nice pick! You wouldn't happen to have a - Good girls! Kehehe, this is going to be such a win!"

"What - are you doing - with that carrot- and that stick?" Fumika asked, truly out of breath. "Phew! What's going on around here?"

"Oh, sis, you haven't figured it out yet?" Fuka asked, hugging into her from behind. Every bit as out of breath, and - quite affectionate all of a sudden, wasn't she? "It's a pervertification spell! They must have used it on us already, tee hee!"

"Quite so, quite so!" Chamo said. "An amazing spell, really. All you need is a carrot and a stick, and then - Hahaha! It's really quite wonderful."

"Oh, is it now? You wouldn't mind going into a bit more detail would you?"

And then, much to everyone's shock and horror... It was a scene like a zombie rising from the grave. Mana got back up to her feet. After being kicked like that? From both Kaede and Ku Fei?! No, wait. That wasn't the issue here. Mana wasn't the scary one right now, it was the other girls! Ah! Sis, no, don't touch there -Oooh, why does it feel good? This must be the effect of the spell, right?

Sh-She should help Mana escape - Ow! She should make sure that Mana gets aw- ow, ow, ow! Yep, this was definitely the effect of the spell! "R-Run!" Fumika warned. "Save yourself! It's too late for <i>ooooh, that feels amazing, keep doing that</i>."

Her body had given in before her mind. Fumika's head tilted backwards, and even though she found the notion thoroughly gross, disgusting beyond measure, she found herself lip locked with her own twin sister right there where anyone could happen upon them. Out of the corner of her vision, she could sort of make out Mana retreating before this became a four against one situation - but that was fine. Fumika had done her part in helping Mana escape.

It had also given her an avenue of resistance, as well. She'd not felt quite as bad a headache there. Probably because she was doing something as utterly taboo as making out with her own twin which helped Mana get away by keeping the two of them too busy to do anything.

Ah, and you know something? It turned out that the two of them had been successfully trained by those two! Not in martial arts or ninjutsu. But it was definitely training, nonetheless!