Reincarnated as Shino from Naruto but I’m a Girl?

Ahh, finally home again after another long, hard day at the office!

Soft fingers lace together with mine as I’m surprised by a gentle greeting at the threshold. “Hinata-chan?” She silently leads me up the stairs into Tsume’s bedroom by the hand. “Umm, what’s going on?”

“Shino-chan, do you trust me?”

“With all my heart, of course!” What kind of question is that???

There’s a kind smile in her voice, “T-then don’t ask questions.” I follow her to the shut door, where she stops. When I hesitate, she sighs good-naturedly at my reluctance, grabs me by the coat, and practically tosses me inside—slamming it shut behind me. That’s when I realize I’m not alone.

The kunoichi in front of me, Kurenai Yuhi, is wearing a white blouse with one red sleeve and a rose thorn motif, mesh armor underneath concealing her cleavage. She’s slender with a decent bust. Her hair is long, dark, and disheveled, but she wears red lipstick and purple eyeshadow; a maturing beauty of a woman. I can see the dark circles from trouble sleeping under her ruby eyes.

Oh… I guess it’s time. I clear my throat, “Ahem.”

““I’m sorry,”” we both say in unison.

Eh?

“Kurenai-sensei, everything that happened is my fault. I led you into a trap to be devoured by that woman! All for my selfish plans…”

She harrumphs at me and shakes her head, “Of course, I knew it was a trap, Shino-chan. I deliberately walked into it to teach you a lesson—also, I thought breaking you in as a kunoichi would be fun—that’s how a sensei teaches her students. My… mistake was overestimating myself after being promoted to Jonin. I thought I could handle anything in this village, but I was wrong. And then she tempted me, fed me honied poison I happily drank, and told me what would happen to you and Hinata-chan if I went to the Hokage about what the Aburame clan was doing. Shino-chan, I know you weren’t aware of all that woman’s dealings. You’re not responsible for her actions. It’s my fault for being weak. For giving in.”

Shit. I didn’t really consider Kurenai getting away from Choko and betraying us to the system of Konoha’s intelligence unit when I set things up. It could’ve been traumatizing to Hinata as well, having her teammate (and budding romantic interest at the time) taken for questioning. Kurenai may not be the type to do that, but I should’ve given it more consideration. Everything was so new and felt unreal when I reincarnated here. Now, I feel every risk in my bones because it threatens the safety of my girls.

“No,” I tell her, “It’s not on you, Kurenai-chan. I know that woman. Choko-chan gaslit and manipulated you; whatever she said, she never intended to fulfill her end. I should’ve… damnit.” I feel like I owe her an explanation after everything. “I have these visions of a possible future…”

This is the full version, at least as much as I’m comfortable telling my girls about my reincarnation—reframing it as visions of potential outcomes—explaining why I need to keep events on a certain track and monitor them for deviations to be corrected. Not that I’ve been doing a great job of the latter lately, but I can’t help it when my version is better than canon!

“So,” Kurenai begins, “You knew the C-rank mission would have a hidden element of danger but couldn’t explain where you got the intel. And you wanted the Ice Release Kekkei Genkai.” She judges me with a calculating gaze. “I’ll give you a passing score, considering you secured the target and ensured your comrades came home safe.”

I thought I’d surpassed the need for validation in this world, but the approval of my Genin team’s sensei has a surprising weight. She catches me off-guard, my soul laid bare and rendered momentarily vulnerable.

Kurenai’s hand reaches out and pats my head. “Good job.” The tension coiled in my gut like a constipated spring dissolves into warm relief. She laughs sincerely at the look on my face and continues, “My career is ruined, but I’d never have been a legendary kunoichi. I’d either be killed in action or have Asuma’s baby and retire. He hated condoms, insisting on things like the ‘rhythm method’ and ‘pulling out’ on dangerous days. I knew we were playing with fire, but deep down I thought it was fine if he knocked me up. Either of us could die any day in our line of work. Would it be so bad if I had to stay home and raise our child? I thought about that a lot while I was stuck down in that basement. What might have been. I’d probably have been happy enough that way.”

“I could offer you a job,” I volunteer, not wanting this conversation to end, “Rather, you’d be keeping the terms you and Choko-chan agreed on.” Ryo signs flash in her eyes. “Although I totally understand if you’d rather keep your distance from the Aburame clan.”

“Oh, no, a Jonin is made of tougher stuff, Shino-chan; my threshold for ‘trauma’ is an order of magnitude above that of an average Villager. If you want to use my body, I don’t mind as long as it’s as pleasurable as before.” I thought she’d be going ‘cold turkey’ for a while longer, but it seems like she’s eager to jump back in the saddle! “But I won’t be content to make my living on my back anymore. Whether we continue doing missions together, I’d like to whip my former students into shape.”

“Is that whip metaphorical, or…?” I wonder.

She grins lustily at her pupil. “Demonic Illusion: Nightmare Hellscape.”

This is…

The world around us melts as I’m dragged into a genjutsu that devours everything. Suddenly, I’m back at the Academy. Students, both strangers and my friends alike surround me at my desk, Kurenai strutting toward me from the front of the classroom. She’s now wearing a miniskirt, thigh-high boots, a collared blouse that shows a deep valley of cleavage, a teacher’s reading glasses, and a black tie disappearing between her breasts.

How is this hell? This is heaven! Maybe the ‘demonic’ part refers to a succubus?!?

*Boing!* *Thwack!* My desk thumps as my Deep Dweller cock violently everts, pounding the wood from below with the force of my stiffening erection.

Kurenai leans forward, shoving her barely contained tits in my face, and slams a piece of paper onto my desk—a test with my name at the top. She taps the big red ‘F’ circled in the center with her ruler. Everyone laughs at me, even Naruto. Jeeze!

This scene is a mixture of mingled fears from my previous life and current body amalgamated together, the characters and settings from both sets of memories slotted seamlessly into a single scenario. It’s a nightmare summoned from the depths of my subconscious to humiliate me in front of my peers; not my deepest, darkest fear, but an old anxiety to fuel a hidden kink. I had no idea this would turn me on until Kurenai pulled it from my core.

“In my genjutsu world, anything is possible.” Her lips quirk in a seductive smile, “Do you like it?” I nod eagerly, wanting to see where this scenario goes. I’m uncomfortable in an exciting way, if that makes sense. The dreamlike atmosphere doesn’t allow me to focus on anything but Kurenai as she places the ruler under my chin. My sensei lifts my face, exposing the hollow of my throat while speaking in character, “This kind of poor performance deserves to be punished. Front of the class. Now.”

Her commanding tone makes me stand from my desk immediately. While I usually prefer to top, a little spice keeps things interesting!

I hop to follow her command, noticing I’m wearing a girl’s school uniform as I dart to the head of the classroom. My skirt swishes against sensitive thighs while following in her wake, fellow students baying for sensei to punish me as we pass. Regardless of their taunts, my eyes fall to that pert bottom moving smoothly beneath her tantalizingly short black miniskirt. Sheesh!!! The Deep Dweller between my legs embarrassingly tents my skirt and makes the admittedly short trip more difficult.

When we arrive at her desk, Kurenai instructs me further by pointing with her ruler.

Obeisant, I place my hands on the counter and lean forward to present my hindquarters to my peers. They salivate at the prospect of my comeuppance. Kurenai seems to ignore them, her focus solely on my posterior as I watch her lips quirk into a small smile from the corner of my eye when she flips my skirt. Her ruler holds the pleated thing aloft to reveal my panties for the world to see.

““T-teddybears!?!””

Against my better judgment, my face heats involuntarily as I realize I wore my favorite pair of ursine-mascot-themed underwear to school today. Oh, no!

“What a big baby!”@@novelbin@@

“Does widdle baby want her bottle?”

“Is the baby gonna wet herself?”

The students hurl insults at me while Kurenai slides the unbearably cute panties down, the front catching on my painfully erect blue insectoid cock. Then she whaps me across the back of my thighs with her ruler, sending an electric thrill through both me and the classroom.

Cheers erupt.

“Again! Again!”

Her second strike thwacks the soft padding of my rump, yielding an incredibly satisfying sound and a bright bolt of sharp pain. I bite my lip to hold my tongue. She sees me struggling and chuckles.

““Paaaddle! Paaaddle! Paaaaddle!”” the class chants. “Make her scream,” someone yells.

Kurenai’s hand drifts to an instrument previously hidden beneath the horizon of the desk’s surface, a wooden paddle perforated to reduce air resistance. The first tap I feel on the soft flesh of my buttocks from the cool, smooth surface of the paddle is gentle teasing to let me know what’s coming. Then she rears back to deliver a powerful slap across both ass cheeks, the clap of which reverberates in the room and through my bones, leaving a stinging red mark on my skin.

*THWACK!*

Another slap to my poor bottom. My knees go weak as the delicious pain sears through me. My fingers scrabble at the desk as my legs fail.

*THWACK!*

“Nnngh!” a grunt finally escapes my lips.

“Oh, I think you’re ready~,” Kurenai declares as she sets the paddle aside. The class murmurs as if wondering what comes next.

I feel her hands splay my cheeks to reveal the tender pucker hidden inside and the lewd length of my Dweller cock hanging between my legs. Arousal gushes from my lady tunnel around the girth of the everted member; I can’t help it! My classmates mock my nakedness, some repulsed by the sight of my anus, claiming to smell me from a distance even though I’m clean, or disgusted by my insectoid penis. They point and jeer at my poor exposed rear.

*Hawk tuah!* Wet spittle splashes onto my ass crack, and then Kurenai’s fingers rub her saliva against the soft flesh of my delicate pink rosebud.

“Mmm, yes!” I moan as her digits slide inside my forbidden entrance with a satisfying wet pop. Her fingers explore my inner walls while she smirks down at me until she finds the most sensitive area. “Ahn, fuck!”

Kurenai discovers where the Deep Dweller resides in my womb, grinning as my ass clenches and I suck air through my teeth when she presses hard. It’s even better than a prostate massage!

The classroom erupts into vulgar taunting.

““Butt slut! Butt slut! Butt slut!””

I don’t care, nothing matters but Kurenai’s soft hands clutching my cock while finger-blasting my ass-pussy. She jerks me off and rubs my symbiote through the wall of my intestines, sending powerful waves of thunderous bliss through my lower body. Fingers stroke my length. Fingers plunge into my depths. Kurenai stokes the coals of burning pleasure in my core to roaring flames that ignite my being.

“Aaahhhnnn!!!”

Cum erupts from the tip of my shaft, filling my childish bear-patterned panties with cups of gushing cream that lewdly spills over onto the linoleum floor as my asshole spasms and luridly sucks at her fingers. My classmates make retching sounds of shock and disgust. It’s the most humiliating experience I can imagine, and the weirdest (yet satisfying) orgasm of my life.

“T-thanks, Kurenai-sensei, I didn’t know I had that in me.” I straighten, letting the ruined panties fall to the ground with a sodden slap.

She laughs pleasantly while withdrawing her digits from my rectum, “It doesn’t have to be over, yet. Perhaps I can offer you an… extra-credit assignment~? Hmm?”

A grin gradually grows on my face and my erection returns in force as I reply, “Yes… Actually, I didn’t bring an apple for the teacher, but maybe I could give her something else?”

Kurenai struts around the desk before sitting on the edge and lifting herself up. “All gifts for the teacher are to be given on her desk.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I follow her behind the desk and kick the chair aside to give us plenty of room. My classmates are still present, now catcalling us as we square-up for sex. She leans back onto her elbows, and I peer beneath the lip of her miniskirt to reveal previously pristine white panties sodden with anticipation that I pull aside without hesitation. Her cunt is a pretty pink flower with ruffled labial lips like azalea petals. I’ll enjoy sampling her later, but my mind is on her hot honey tunnel today. Liquid arousal paints her thighs in evidence of her excitement for her student.

Lifting my schoolgirl skirt, I place my tip at her entrance and force chakra into my Deep Dweller. I expand forward rather than thrusting inside as my sheer length propels my shaft into her soaked sheath. Its girth would split a woman who hadn’t trained to take it in twain.

“Kyahhhn!” she cries as she’s penetrated by a massive member for the first time in days. “Yesss, I missed that!”

I grasp her blouse and rip open the front, sending buttons flying and exposing the lacy brassiere holding her fantastic tits. Then I grab her waist and pull her towards me, hilting myself in her gushing sex. “I’m going to erase that woman from your mind with my cock.”

Kurenai smiles up at me, eyelashes fluttering behind those sexy reading glasses, “Playing together is much more fun than lying there and just taking it, anyway.”

I proceed to plow our teacher sprawled across her desk in front of the whole class. Eyes bulge and jaws drop at the exhibitionistic lack of modesty on lurid display. Kurenai’s arm sweeps across the surface of the table in a fit of passion, sending a cascade of paperwork and school supplies fluttering and clattering to the floor.

My hips thrust into her, our thighs slapping together, and Kurenai clutches at the edge of her desk for purchase like a lifebuoy in a storm. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each slam, her glasses threatening to leap from her face as I lift my sensei with my hands on her ass and pound her pussy at a lewd angle that puts the bulge in her tummy on prominent display. Her inner walls squeeze my shaft, her vaginal muscles contracting violently as she climaxes before me.

“S-Shino-chahhhnnn!!!”

Kurenai’s legs wrap around my back, ankles locking over my butt as pleasure floods my being. My tightly wound core uncoils in a sudden wave of bliss that has gallons of ejaculate spurting from my oversized Dweller cock. Her womb can’t contain my emission and heavy cream splashes back onto me, splattering my skirt, flooding the floor, and even squirting onto the blackboard behind me. Her tummy swells with sordid spunk as I fill her to capacity.

Then my mouth crashes into hers and I lift her into my arms, our loins still conjoined as the genjutsu melts away with her ruined concentration. Kurenai kisses me back, our mistakes forgotten as student embraces teacher and sensei accepts her gakusei as a lover. Tongues dance, mine extravagantly long thanks to the Snake Tongue jutsu, and my oral member tickles her tonsils. Her hands caress my back, neck, and hair until our lips finally part.

Gasping in one another’s arms, we eye each other with burgeoning emotions.

“Be my woman, Kurenai-sensei.”

“I thought you wanted to employ my services?” she teases, nipping my neck with a punctuating kiss.

“If you want to get paid, I’ll pay double what Choko-chan promised. If you wish to marry into my family, I’ll take you as a wife.” Her cheeks flush bright red as she absorbs my proposal. “Bear my children. Service my girls. Be my woman.”

I attack her throat with tender lips while pulsing chakra to reinvigorate my Dweller cock, stiffening it inside her and resuming our sordid embrace. Thrusting up into her hot depths squeezes a desperate response from her gasping mouth, “Yesss!”

I give her what she wants, rapidly slamming her ass on my length while smelling the sweet fragrance of her sweat and perfume. “Next time, Hinata-chan can show you her new jutsu.” Double-teaming our sensei sounds like a lot of fun.

She replies between blissful moans with a gentle smile on her face, “Ahn! Ahhn! I-I’m looking forward to it.”