[Smoking, Corruption, Gangurofication]

The quiet winds drifted throughout the bamboo of one of the oriental forests that dotted the land that surrounded the Hanzo Academy. Soft and whispery to the point where it took dedicated concentration to even feel the way it brushed against one's skin. A concentration that a certain black-haired heiress was more than capable of achieving.

A white-clad young woman stood amid the pipe-shaped trees as she held her hand on her sword's handle, her eyes shut as she focused on the sound of the wind rushing by... before quickly drawing her sword and cutting forward in one swift motion, sheathing her blade slowly following the slash. Upon opening her eyes, she saw that she had properly cut her intended target.

One solitary drifting leaf that was now split in two, both of them casually twirling towards the ground.

"My skills are improving. Good." The black-haired youth known to her friends as Ikaruga smiled to herself as she holstered her sword on her belt, satisfied with her performance. Nothing could possibly bring down her mood...

That is, besides those strange darker-skinned girls that just happened to be nearby. "Oi! Classy girl!" The triad of trashy girls shouted towards the heiress as they approached rather brashly, each of them wielding simple weaponry more befitting of thugs their age. "Like, what's with that sword of yours? Ain't it valuable? We're kinda low on cash, so we, like, thought we'd pawn that old useless thing off you!"

They announced their intentions far too clearly, prompting their target to slowly put her hand on the handle once more. "I'd rather not part with Hien, sorry. Perhaps you should find somebody in your own league to mug. Now, I'll ask you three to leave before you end up doing something you'll end up regretting. For your own good." She definitely didn't think they were going to be anywhere near a problem, as she turned her back on them...

Only for her eyes to widen as all three of those girls were right up in her face after she had turned around.

"Nuh uh, sister! We're not going home without your sword, and that's like, just how it's gonna be! We're Evil shinobi and stuff, so don't even try to think you can try and take us!" The leader, characterized by her short and fake-blonde hair, simplemindedly explained what they were going to do as she stood proud, hoisting a pipe across her shoulder as Ikaruga noticed the words 'BAD BITCH' tattooed on each cheek of hers. Her two cronies nodded in agreement as they produced their own weapons, a set of knives more than ready to skewer the heiress should she pull something they weren't about to enjoy.

The Hanzo shinobi narrowed her eyes as she drew her sword in that very same practiced motion, slashing at the three girls now that they had confirmed themselves as enemies, only to clash with the leader's pipe. "You're clearly out of your depth, girls. Just back away, and let me go home." She still didn't give them the respect they deserved, though now she was more than prepared to best them in combat, evident by her hand firmly placed on her resheathed sword.

That lack of respect made the leader's boil blood as she spat on the ground. "Like, you're far too high and mighty for this stuff. Unwind a little, geez! No wonder the teach says you Good shinobi are all a bunch of kill..." She started trailing off about her complaints, only for a flash to appear in her eyes. With a grin, the leader turned towards her subordinates. "Oi! Get the stuff we made the gas girl make for us. I wanna try something out."

As the three dark-skinned girls started conversing between themselves, Ikaruga merely stood back and watched, still cautious about what they might do. She was naturally trained to be cautious, especially against Evil shinobi. Last time she let her guard down, she... Well, she didn't want to think about what the Crimson Squad had done to her at that time. It wasn't a pleasant memory... at least not in that sense.

While she was briefly lost in thought trying to avoid recalling old memories, she suddenly found herself catching a whiff of something awful. Something that smelt so smoky that she could barely even keep smelling as her nostrils immediately felt like they had been plugged, and yet she still instinctively continued to take whiffs of the substance, even as she began to hear a rather mocking giggle echo from behind her.

"What's the matter, Goodie two-shoes? Never had a bit of tobacco before? You're missing out, I hear all the high-class people, like, love this stuff. So we wanted to try a little for ourselves, but we're not actually allowed to buy any, so we made one of the chumps from Shinozuka make us a batch! Her interest in those weird biochemical weapons really helped out, 'cuz this is some of the strooooong stuff..."

The dark-skinned girl rambled on and on about what the substance was, but all that happened was Ikaruga struggling to stay firm and able to defend herself. She coughed a little as she whipped around again, only to face the leader who was smoking a simple cigarette like a trashy street slut. As she tried to turn away, one of the other brown-skinned girls cut off her potential escape by blowing another ring of that addictively foul stuff straight into her face.

She tried to break into a sprint, desperate to escape the foul fog that kept her captive, only to bump her head straight into the buxom pair of boobies hanging from the last crony's chest. A fool-hearted move that ended up causing her to inhale more of the smoke, especially as that long-haired mook pulled up her chin and gave her a smoke-scented kiss straight on her pretty little lips.

"Hey now, don't steal the pretty girl without my permission, girlie. She's mine, especially since she didn't want to play along. and hand me that nice sword." The leader pushed her subordinate away as she grabbed ahold of Ikaruga's cheeks instead, grinning as she licked her lips. "And what a pretty girl you are. Shame you're so pale and good-hearted. You know, you'd look a lot better with a bit of shade on your skin. What do you say, wanna be one of us?"

The smoke continued to circulate throughout the black-haired girl's lungs, causing her to cough and gasp for fresh air which only resulted in her getting more and more of that awful air into her poor windpipe. "Go..." She tried to speak, only to let out another splutter of smoke from her filled throat, coughing up a storm that only served to bring more joy to her tormentor.

Something inside of Ikaruga was gradually changing. She didn't notice it at the moment due to the physical effects of the smoky blend that was infiltrating her body, but the smoke had a secondary effect courtesy of the girl that the dark-skinned girls had forcefully conscribed into the creation of the substance. Little by little, the foul substance started to sink into her soul, discoloring it and making it subsequently harder to think straight. After all... Smoke was what Ganguros like those girls were known to play with, right?

The heiress blinked and coughed more as her soul continued to blacken bit by bit, her eyes wavering as she stared into the golden eyes of the Evil shinobi that held her cheeks. She was... actually kind of hot, now that she got a good look at her. The tattoos, the obviously fake tan, the really fake shade of blonde in her hair. If she didn't know any better, she'd almost guess that the girl had been a higher class shinobi like herself, defecting from the old ways because they were, as she put it, dull... Why was the thought of all of that...

Slowly becoming so enticing...?

The leader of the dark-skinned gang girls grinned as she let go of Ikaruga's cheeks, lightly slapping her in the process just to taunt her a little more. "You're looking awfully cute when you're about to drift off to sleep, Goodie. How about you transform? Show us one of those Shinobi Transformation thingies, promise you'll get more of the smoke you're starting to love if you do it."

The shoe was now on the other foot. Instead of the heiress having control over the situation, she was forced to face the reality of her growing addiction. The chance to have more of the foul substance, the awful stench that had managed to plug up several areas of her body to ensure that she couldn't feel anything but its presence inside of her. Even when just prompted with the chance to have a little more, her hands immediately stretched out towards the cigarette that sat in the corner of the leader's mouth, only to be blown back by a ring of smoke.

"Ah-ah. Gotta transform, Goodie. Then you can have all the smoke you'll want." The three ganguro girls giggled in unison, the sounds of their voices being the only thing that clearly managed to carve through the fog that had enraptured the heiress' headspace. She couldn't resist the temptation, especially with the pressure they put on her...

'I... I must have it...' Ikaruga thought to herself, not noticing how horribly darkened her soul had gotten as a result of all the smoke that flowed through her veins. She weakly pulled out a scroll that she seemingly had hidden inside of one of her stockings. She closed her eyes, focused her energies into the magical roll of paper...

Only for all three girls to giggle as smoke erupted from the scroll, slowly engulfing the good-natured girl from top to bottom. She wasn't going to transform into her proper combat uniform. No, with how much they had enraptured and swayed her soul to their side, this would solidify her change into somebody that was much more fit for their ranks.

The smoke was dense, yet they could still catch a glimpse of every little change as it happened. Everything from her body, her skin tone, her clothes, her hair and even her cute and stern eyes would change, all thanks to the magic of the custom cigarettes they had procured...

The first thing was the way her pale skin shifted in color. Slowly but surely the smoke seeped into her pores, turning her pristine white hue into a disgustingly fake tan, even darker than the leader's. Then, the clouds of foul air collected in the strands of her long hair, making it lengthen as every individual hair turned a bright and obnoxious yellow, really making the fakeness of her new blonde hair stand out.

Then came her clothes. Gone was the implication that she was anything but trashy as her stockings turned ripped in spots and her skirt turned into shorts that barely covered up her ass to the point where you could see straight down her crack. Her formal shirt was replaced with a simple tube top, barely keeping her growing breasts pinned against her chest with the dark-blue stretchy fabric.

As her breasts continued to push up against the straining titty-band, her hips grew just the same, the waistband of her shorts digging into her newfound meat the more the seconds ticked by. Her thighs likewise bulged outwards, little parts of her increasingly deadly legs poking out of the ripped stockings as a g-string materialized between her ass cheeks, replacing her formerly clean striped panties to emphasize her newfound qualities. The new philosophy she subscribed to.

Finally came her mind. The last vestiges of her kindness were being snuffed out as she gasped out, moaning as sensually as any common street slut, arching backward as her crotch started flaring up with an unquenchable thirst... A thirst that could only be temporarily satiated by converting all of her memories into a nice slurry of brief highs.

Images of training. her friends. her former enemies. her teacher. her life, her brother, her joy and happiness... All of it was snuffed out only to be replaced with an increasingly powerful throb within her nether regions... until she let out one ecstatic scream, her entire core shaken as it was all just... erased. Through one single orgasm, Ikaruga's life had changed for the better...

To cap all of the changes off, a series of bold and trashy tattoos spread across her skin. Right above her ass-crack, the word 'Heirass' appeared, while the demeaning 'Princess Pussy' phrase appeared right above her crotch with an arrow pointing downward. A series of the word 'Bitch' appeared, circling her nipples on each tit, to really emphasize how those leaky things were practically bursting through her top. And finally, to match her leader, the words 'WORSE WHORE' appeared on her cheeks, denoting her position in the ganguro gang's hierarchy.

"Fuck, like, much better!" The changed Ikaruga spoke up as the smoke finally cleared, as she immediately stuck a hand out towards her boss. "Smoke, boss! Lemme have one now!" She demanded in a pleading fashion... And since she had done as the leader had asked, she received her very own cigarette not a moment later, one that the sword-hoisting bitch in brown gladly started huffing from.

The leader smirked as she lightly elbowed the fine-figured fallen gal in the side. "So, you need that sword anymore, or can I pawn it off now?" She was grinning like nobody's business, only for the newly converted ganguro girl to smack her with the hilt.

"Get your own blade, bitch. You may be the boss, but not for long if I have anything to say about it." Still, Ikaruga's natural leadership skills were one of the few things that hadn't been completely erased. If anything, the egotistical nature of a ganguro girl had amplified it to full ambition, something she could prove as the four of them heard the sound of somebody approaching.

Very heavy sounds, evident by the presence of a familiar blonde walking through the forest. "Ikaruuuuugaaaaaa... I know you like training out here, lemme have a feel for those boobs of yours and I'll let you train with me!" The big-tittied pervert tried to call out for her friend, unaware of the changes that had occurred to her.

With her prey in sight, Ikaruga's newfound want to be top dog of the ganguro girls flared to life, and a black flame started to coat her blade alongside the corruptive smoke from the girl's cigarette as she drew it from her sheath. "Watch this, bitch. I'll show you who deserves to be the boss."

The last thing Katsuragi the pervert felt before her corruption... Was a wave of overwhelming and breathtaking warmth being flung straight through her, just like the kind of flames that her iaido-proficient friend would send out. It took nary a second before it felt as if it was consuming her very core, replacing it with the same smoke that had corrupted the target of her perversions...

As her former friend was being consumed by the corroded flames from Hien, the former black-haired girl laughed while a tiny bit of the smoke that had changed her slowly emerged from her lips. It soaked into her browned skin, only for the area around her eyes as well as her lips to turn an obnoxiously thick and artificial white, complimenting and at the same time clashing with the rest of her makeup. A trait that characterized one of the more extreme types of Ganguro. The Manba Ganguro. The apex predator of the lot.

The white-lipped Manba girl grinned as she turned her sword towards the triad that had transformed her, her sword gathering corruptive flames as she made her intents painfully clear. Not only would Katsuragi join her as a new slutty Manba, but so would the three bitches that had decided to transform her into the trashiest whore on the block.

Good or Evil. Shinobi or otherwise. They would all be trash by the time she was done with them. Just like her.