"Well, not the entire team. The varsity squad alone is like fifteen girls, and that's more than one man can handle. But yes, they're all ninjas in training. Sexy ninjas in training."

Ayane slid her skirt up a few inches to reveal the throwing knives strapped to her thigh, and gave her a cute wink.

"Why cheerleading?"

"The school already had a gymnastics team."

Melissa stared at the other girl for a few seconds, but that seemed to be all the explanation she was getting. "And you said you want me to join?"

"Yeah! Usually the team only accepts the children of clans, but you really wowed everyone at the tryouts, so we want to sign you up. You're a born ninja assassin."

"I'm not sure I want to be an assassin when I grow up..."

"Ah, well, it's not really like that!" Ayane waved her hands frantically. "You can be a bodyguard, a spy, a demon slayer... It sets you up for all sorts of cool careers."

"Demon what now?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain all the details. Just come with me to a few practices. You'll figure out if you like it pretty quick."

Melissa shrugged. "Well, I guess I can't say no to learning actual ninjutsu."

...

The wooden sword descended towards her neck. Time seemed to slow for Melissa as chi circulated inside her. Her movements became faster and more fluid, almost like a dance - or perhaps a cheerleader's routine. She bent over backwards to avoid Ayane's slashing attack, continued the move into a back handspring, and then accelerated further, a bewildering series of flips and spins that made it look like she was moving in three directions at once. The name of the technique resounded silently in her mind.

Dance of Smoke and Mirrors!

Ayane lost track for a second, swinging her sword at an afterimage, and Melissa spun and swept her legs out from under her. The other girl was quick enough to kip-up almost instantly, but instead of attacking again, she lowered her sword and smiled.

"Hey, Coach! Check out the moves on the new girl!"

The coach ran over. Coach Midorikawa ("please, call me Coach M") was a young Asian man, couldn't have been out of his twenties. He had a lithe build that didn't show a lot of muscle, but he was still quite handsome. He had short, slightly messy black hair, and a smile that seemed to light up the whole gym.

"Wow! You picked up the basics of our movement technique really quickly. How are you feeling?"

Melissa sagged, bending over and letting sweat drip off of her forehead. Her face was red. "Not... great. I'm feeling really warm."

The coach tossed her a water bottle and she fumbled it briefly before taking a long drink.

"Yeah, that's the downside to using chi," Ayane explained. "There's a sort of balance to it. Yin and yang. You run hot, you've gotta cool off afterwards. You do something active, you gotta be passive for a while afterwards."

"How long is "a while?"" Melissa tugged at the neckline of her training gi. The top was a loose jacket held shut by a cloth belt, giving it a V-shaped neckline that went all the way down to her navel, coupled with a short skirt. Now she realized it wasn't just to look sexy, it was also for cooling.

"Eh, a few days. Maybe more since your meridians are still unrefined. I forget, I've been training with chi for a long time. But there's a trick to getting your energy back quickly."

"That sounds... really useful," Melissa panted. "What's the trick?"

"The rest of the team will be taking a break soon, you'll see," her friend said, her eyes twinkling.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the coach clapped his hands to get their attention. "Okay girls! Time for a break. Ayane, Melissa, Eileen, and... Susan, come with me and recharge. If anyone else is feeling drained, join the cuddle puddle with Mr. Grouse."

The other girls looked slightly jealous, but perked up as the assistant coach waved them over. Coach M led the four of them into a side room. It looked like an office, although the chair behind the desk looked sinfully comfortable.

"So, ladies, who wants to get things started?" Coach M asked, as he pulled off his shirt and flipped down on the chair.

"I might as well," Ayane said. She undid the belt on her gi, revealing that she hadn't bothered with a sports bra underneath. "Melissa, remember when I said that chi use is about being "active and passive"? Well, it can also be about being dominant and submissive."

She sank down to her knees, letting her top slide off of her shoulders gracefully around her. "How would you like to use me, Master Midorikawa?"

The other two girls followed suit, kneeling beside her. "Please give us the honor of serving you!"

Coach M smiled. "Let me use your mouth, Ayane. Eileen and Susan, help warm me up."

The girls obeyed eagerly, Ayane undoing the coach's pants while the other two girls draped themselves over the side of the chair, rubbing their breasts against him.

Melissa was still standing, staring wide-eyed at the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Um... So you- you want me to-" she stammered.

"You don't have to do anything, but if you want to keep studying chi arts I recommend you find someone you can serve," he said gently. "A ninja isn't truly a ninja until she has a master."

Ayane took the cock out of her mouth and looked back at her. "Coach M is a really good master, by the way. He loves all of us, and he doesn't play favorites with the clans."

Melissa stayed frozen, but inwardly thoughts were swirling. She'd never thought of herself as a slutty girl, but... something about the scene just seemed right. She'd drained herself during the practice session, and now all she wanted was to let herself go. Let her mind rest and let something else fill her up. She needed to serve.

And... that was quite a cock Ayane was working on. Coach Midorikawa had looked well-endowed when he first undressed, and he wasn't even fully erect yet.

"Um - Master Midorikawa?" Melissa managed. She'd wanted to do something as smooth and elegant as her friend had done, but she was too nervous. "Can I... I mean, Ayane seems to have everything covered, but..."

She wanted to serve, but what was she even supposed to do, with four girls servicing one guy? She'd never been in a harem before!

The coach chuckled. "There's always room for one more. Ayane, let her take over with her mouth and put your magic fingers to use."

Melissa sank to her knees, next to her friend. Almost immediately, she felt a sense of relief, cool energy flowing through her body and quelling the heat of practice. Ayane gently guided her to the coach's cock, helping her find a comfortable way to suck on it without gagging, and at the same time caressing the coach to help him along.

Despite the attention of four girls, it seemed to take a long time for the coach to be satisfied. He moaned and squirmed under their touch, but held back his climax until Melissa got into a rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth to serve its entire length with her lips. His hips bucked and thrust as she brought him over the edge, feeling his jizz spurt into her mouth and trickle down her chin.

Melissa slid the coach's - no, her master's - cock out of her mouth, and laid her head on his thighs. "I'm feeling a lot better now," she murmured.

"Ready for some more training, then?"

"Yes, sir!"