Chapter 2: System Shenanigans Begin
Tenten woke up the next morning with the distinct feeling that someone had poured hot ramen directly into her bloodstream.
Her cheeks were still warm from last night's disaster. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Naruto's wide blue eyes peeking through his fingers, his dramatic "I didn't see anything!" echoing like a bad genjutsu loop.
(I flashed Naruto Uzumaki. On day one. With a bow on my panties. I am officially the worst isekai protagonist in history.)
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.
The system, of course, had other plans.
[Good morning, Host~ ♡][Daily Login Reward Claimed: Minor Chakra Refresh (full recovery) + 'Lingering Blush' passive (your embarrassed flush now subtly increases nearby males' attention by 3%)][New Task Issued: Wardrobe Malfunction – Day Edition]Objective: Attend today's morning academy theory class wearing your usual qipao… but "accidentally" leave the side slits unfastened for at least thirty cumulative minutes. Bonus points if wind, movement, or classmate interaction causes visible exposure of thigh or hip. Reward: +15% chakra control precision Failure Penalty: -5% thrown weapon accuracy for 24 hours (we're being nice today) Time Limit: Before end of morning classes
Tenten sat bolt upright.
(Thirty minutes? Unfastened? In class? With Naruto, Sakura, Lee, Neji, everyone there?)
She glanced at the small wardrobe in the corner. Her qipao hung neatly—red fabric with those signature high side slits that already showed a generous amount of leg when she moved. Normally she wore bike shorts underneath for modesty (Tenten's original memories insisted on it), but the system had helpfully added a little note in yesterday's reward log:
[Bike shorts auto-removed from inventory during sleep. You're welcome.]
She checked. Sure enough—nothing but plain white panties again.
(This thing is evil. Cute evil. But evil.)
Breakfast was mechanical: rice, miso, pickled vegetables, a note from her father saying he'd be on border patrol for the week. She ate standing up, staring at the qipao like it was a live explosive tag.
(I could just… not do it. Skip class. Fake sick. But then what? The penalty hits my aim. And I need to be good at weapons. That's literally my only marketable skill in this world.)
The tiny thrill from last night—the one she'd tried to ignore—flickered again.
(…It wasn't… entirely terrible. The rush. The way my heart hammered. The fact that Naruto noticed and got all flustered instead of laughing at me…)
She slapped both cheeks.
(Stop. Bad thoughts. Pervert system bad. We are shy. We stay shy.)
But her hands were already moving.
She slipped into the qipao, fingers trembling as she left the side ties deliberately loose. The fabric parted easily—far too easily—revealing smooth skin from hip to mid-thigh with every step. She tugged the outer layer closed as best she could, then threw on her weapon pouches like armor.
(If anyone asks, the ties broke. Yeah. That's my story.)
The walk to the academy felt like running a gauntlet.
Every breeze tugged at the fabric. Every step made the slit gape. She kept one hand casually on her hip, pretending to adjust her pouch, but the system pinged smugly every time exposure occurred.
[Exposure time: 4 minutes / 30 required][Exposure time: 7 minutes / 30 required][Nice hip sway, Host. Very natural~]
By the time she reached the classroom door, her face was scarlet and her pulse was somewhere in her throat.
Inside, the usual chaos.
Naruto was already there, feet on the desk, arguing with Sakura about ramen toppings. Sasuke sat in the back corner, arms crossed, radiating "don't talk to me" energy. Ino was filing her nails, Shikamaru was half-asleep, Choji munched chips.
And then there was Rock Lee—eighteen, green jumpsuit pristine, eyebrows heroic—spotting her immediately.
"Tenten! Good morning! Your youthful spirit radiates today!" he declared, leaping to his feet with a thumbs-up.
The sudden movement sent a draft through the open window.
Her left slit fluttered open.
For three glorious, horrifying seconds, pale thigh and the edge of white cotton were on full display to half the room.
Lee froze mid-gesture.
Naruto's head whipped around so fast his chair tipped.
Sakura's eyes widened.
Even Sasuke's gaze flicked over—once—then away, but not before the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Tenten squeaked, slapped both hands to her sides, and yanked the fabric closed.
"I—uh—the tie! It's loose! Wind! Academy is drafty!" she babbled.
Lee recovered first, tears sparkling in his eyes.
"Such passion! You train even in wardrobe malfunctions! The springtime of youth knows no bounds!"
Naruto, grinning like an idiot: "Whoa, Tenten, you okay? That was, uh… bold training outfit today!"
Sakura elbowed him hard. "Shut up, Naruto! Don't make it worse!"
Ino leaned forward, smirking. "Girl, if you're trying to make a statement, own it. Confidence is sexy."
(Kill me. Just kill me now.)
[Exposure time: 12 minutes / 30 required][Bonus: Multiple witnesses! Crowd charm +2% temporary]
Tenten practically dove into her seat near the back, crossing her legs so tightly she might have pulled a muscle.
The morning theory lecture—something about chakra natures and elemental affinities—was torture.
Every time she shifted to take notes, the fabric parted again. She tried clamping her thighs together. She tried leaning forward to hide. She tried pretending to stretch and fix the tie—but the system cheerfully informed her:
[Deliberate cover-up attempt detected. Exposure paused for 47 seconds. Resume or forfeit progress~]
So she had to let it happen.
Slowly.
Agonizingly.
A particularly enthusiastic hand-wave from Iruka-sensei sent another gust through the room.
Slit open. Hip exposed. Edge of panty visible again.
Shikamaru, slouched two seats over, muttered without looking: "Troublesome."
But his eyes were definitely looking.
Choji paused mid-chip.
Even Hinata—sweet, quiet Hinata—blushed furiously and stared at her desk like it owed her money.
Tenten wanted to melt into the floorboards.
(Why is this turning me on a little? No. No no no. This is humiliation. Not arousal. Definitely not—oh god, my nipples are hard. Why are they hard?!)
She crossed her arms over her chest.
The system purred.
[Exposure time: 28 minutes / 30 required][Almost there, Host. One more good breeze…]
Then Lee—bless his pure, chaotic heart—decided to demonstrate a "youthful stance" for the class.
He kicked high.
The resulting wind current was biblical.
Tenten's entire left side blew open—thigh, hip, panty bow, all of it—for a solid eight seconds before she could clamp down.
The room went dead silent.
Then Naruto burst out laughing.
"Man, Tenten! You're killing it today! That's gotta be some kinda new jutsu—Wardrobe no Jutsu!"
Sakura smacked him again. "Naruto!"
Iruka cleared his throat, face pink. "Let's… focus on affinities, shall we?"
[Task 2: Completed! Bonus Achieved – Classroom Chaos Witness Count: 14][Reward Granted: +15% chakra control precision][Bonus Reward Unlocked: 'Accidental Tease' passive – Minor wardrobe slips now have 20% higher chance of occurring naturally during movement][Level Up! Shamelessness +1. You're getting the hang of this~]
Tenten slumped forward, forehead on the desk.
(I survived. Barely. And now my clothes are cursed to malfunction more often? This system hates me.)
But underneath the mortification… a small, warm spark.
The accuracy boost from last night felt real—her fingers itched to throw something, confident it would hit dead center. The chakra control reward settled into her like honey, making every hand seal feel smoother, crisper.
And the way Lee had looked at her—not mocking, but awed.
The way Naruto had grinned—goofy, but not mean.
The way even Sasuke had glanced.
(…Maybe… maybe this isn't the end of the world.)
Lunch break arrived.
She escaped to the rooftop, hoping for five minutes of peace.
Instead she found Neji Hyuga leaning against the railing, arms crossed, staring at the village.
He turned as she approached.
"Tenten."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
"I… noticed your… wardrobe difficulty this morning."
She froze.
(Oh no. Hyuga eyes. He saw everything. Every second.)
Neji's expression didn't change, but the faintest pink dusted his ears.
"It was… distracting."
He paused.
"Not in a negative way."
Tenten's brain short-circuited.
(Did… did Neji just compliment my accidental flashing?)
Before she could formulate words, the system chimed again.
[Hidden Bonus Objective Unlocked: Tease a Teammate]Task 3 Preview: Coming after lunch. Prepare yourself, Host. Things are about to get… personal~]
Tenten stared at Neji's impassive face, then down at her traitorously loose qipao.
A hysterical little laugh bubbled up.
(I'm so, so screwed.)