[Episode 231675] [Episode 231675]Ibuki walked on to the train with slumped shoulders and trying to avoid attention. It was something she normally knew how to do quite well as a ninja, and Morrigan-onesama's descriptions of how to do it were quite similar to what she'd been taught.
At the moment, however, she was too embarrassed to really pull off the concentration necessary to acheive that level of not being there. This combined with her new appearance meant she was attracting some eyes.
Overall, at the moment, nothing stuck out too much. Her wings, both sets, were hidden so she looked perfectly human and her body hadn't changed that much from before. Just in subtle ways it was sexier all over.
She tried several times to summon a button up blouse and slacks for a casual look like she'd preferred outside the ring, but no matter how casual something was in theory, on her it was painted-on sexy. At the moment, between her blouse and long pants and a pair of dark glasses she'd purchased on the way, she seemed to be screaming "sexy secretary" or "office toy", something that was getting a few dirty looks from the clear salary women on the train with her.
She blushed brightly and tried to hide in the back of the train.
Ibuki wasn't feeling ashamed, strangely enough, just highly embarrassed, as if she'd been caught playing with her food or wetting the bed. The source, of course, being the "continental breakfast" Morrigan had gotten for them.
Some American pop group and their hangers ons had a suite on the same level and Morrigan had gotten them invited. Ibuki still couldn't believe some of the stuff she did in there. Especially after being told the one black girl was going to be a lesbian for the rest of her life thanks to Ibuki getting over eager.
Though at least she hadn't destroyed any furniture.
"Get out of the way, bitch," a shrill tone demanded as Ibuki was bumped aside in the crowded train.
The speaker was one of two Tokyo queen types, with long straight hair and elegant, designer name vest-shirts combined with clingy leather pants. Her arms were full of shopping bags, as were those of her friend's.
"You heard her, salary girl," the other said. "Important people here."
Ibuki dusted herself off and felt the embarrassment fading away as she stepped forward into the space between the two girls.
"What do you think you are do..." the woman's voice faded off as Ibuki cupped her chin forcefully along with her friends in the other hand.
"You should be more polite," the ninja girl whispered as she let go of their faces and trailed lower, careful to keep the actions hidden by the bulk of the train traffic. "Now just relax while I take care of things."
Shakily, the women's hands reached to her breasts and then stopped there as sensations started pouring through them. Most of those around the scene had no idea what was going, looking about and merely seeing three girls pushed closely together with one talking in a lively manner while the other two merely nodded in a restrained manner.
When the train came to the next stop, the two bitchy girls were left sitting alone in the car and rubbing at their groins idly for a minute before shaking themselves awake and composing themselves before the next pack of people came on.
And there was nothing accidental about the overeating that had resulted in their newly homosexual attitude on women.
Ibuki meanwhile was desperately trying to hide her face, which was burning red as she considered what she had just done, in public of all places.
Last night, she had been a fine upstanding member of her ninja clan. Now, by one o'clock the next day she'd slept with six men, five women and brought two other women to debilitating orgasm in a public train.
And made three of the women lesbians to boot.
And she still wasn't particularly ashamed of the act. Just the quantity.
Morrigan had warned her she'd be especially hungry for a day or so and have odd spurts of hunger for a year or more, and had even given her a card with a website. Something that supposedly catered to earth-dwelling succubi looking for a safe nibble.
"I just hope that I don't get hungry in the middle of the night with someone I know," she muttered. "Well...maybe Hideki-san from chemistry class. Too bad he has a girlfriend already."
Unwillingly the phrase "two-for-one deal" entered her mind and she smacked herself hard upside the head.
"Pervert," she whispered harshly to her self.
Sakura stretched out as she walked down the street feeling more refreshed than she'd ever felt before. She leaped up into the air several dozen feet, flipped and came down again.
At the moment, she was in a human disguise, with a particularly clingy version of her previous school girl outfit. The short skirt had been replaced by a miniskirt, and the blouse, while over large, had a tendency to cling dramatically to her skin and slip cutely off one shoulder or the other to reveal a sizeable cleavage.
She somewhat wanted to stick entirely to her new, oh so cute succubus form, with the white tights and wings, but Morrigan had managed to impress on her that while there was an understanding between the Makai and Earth, most humans weren't aware of succubi.
Morrigan had also warned her that two of the men she'd been with this morning were going to take several months before they could work up a passion again. If she had gone much further, she might have killed them apparently.
Though Sakura hadn't been sure about that. She could feel that the two had felt very happy while they were with her, and you wouldn't feel happy while you were dying, would you? Still, she'd promised to be more careful in the future.
For the moment, however, she had another tournament to go to, one she hadn't thought she'd be able to reach before she could fly.
That fact brought out another whelp of joy as she sauntered into the tournament location, dufflebag over her shoulder as she moved in to sign her name as a participant.
Two hours later, she was leaning against the ring wall and looking up at the audience, a strangely satisfied look on her face as her opponent, with seemingly minor injuries, had to be practically carried off the field.
"And the next event is the car demolition," the announcer said. "Our remaining five particpants will each have thirty seconds to do as much damage as possible to one of our cars."
Sakura cracked her knuckles with a smirk as she practically danced out to the car assigned to her and waited for the go call. As soon as she heard it, the fury came out.
The hadoken that she summoned blew through the car in seconds, with a mix of her blue chi and white darkstalker power outlined in a tracery of red that Sakura missed completely.
She flipped her hair back and flexed her shoulders, producing very playful motions in her chest, as she wished she could stretch her wings out.
"And Sakura Kasugano is behaving in a very uncharacteristic manner," one announcer was noting. "Very unusual for the girl many say will soon be on the World Warrior lists. The sounds she makes when she hits or gets hit seem almost...pornographic today."
"I think I can tell you what it is," the other announcer suggested. "I'll bet she got laid first time last night."
"Yes, well that's your answer when any fighter starts acting off game," the first noted.
"Okay, gave them the website for the Succubi Dinner Club," she noted. "Gave them a quickie lesson on feeding and disguise. Showed Sakura a wing strike or two, got Ibuki's address and phone number."
She checked off the list.
"Should I be leaving them unattended?" she wondered to herself, remembering some of the trouble she got into as a young succubi on Earth.
Eventually she shrugged and set it aside.
"What's the worst that can happen?" she wondered.
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