La Blue Ranma: After the Duel [Episode 105230]

"Thanks pal." Cosplay muttered to himself as he dropped Hiroshi's unconscious body into the front seat of his van. Turning around he exited through the back and walked around to the door. "Though, I think this is a good repayment." He commented as he reached in and put his hand on Hiroshi's forehead. The repairman jerked, a grimace forming on his face, then turning into a huge grin.

Cosplay pulled back his hand. "Not exactly a full slate of alternate memory, but enough that you won't cause trouble for me later." As Hiroshi moved his head as he started to wake up, Cosplay turned and walked away from the van, his form blurring and reshaping as it went. A few moments later, he adjusted his black suit and sunglasses before getting into his mid sized black sedan.

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"Aren't we done yet? We've got the clothes, the herbs, the boards, nails etc, and that stuff you insisted on but I won't wear no matter what." Ranma commented as she walked behind Miko.

"We'll just need one more thing to brew up a stabilizing potion for tonight." Miko commented as she walked.

"Stabalizing? Oh, my. . . thing." Ranma was silent for a few moments. "So, training starts right away?"

"No, not till tomorrow," She slowed her pace, allowing Ranma to catch up to her. "You see," she said quietly, "Yaku has. . . trouble on the nights of the full moon. The only remedy is a lotta sex, and since she saved your life, I expect you'd be glad to help."

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Cosplay's black car pulled into a space in a large parking lot. Getting out, he quickly double-checked his briefcase before turning and walking into a small building nearby. With a nod to the security guard he rode the elevator to the second floor, then walked through the doors into the Aphrite Candle company. Walking through the middle past workers on both sides, he opened the door at the back and stepped through.

Before one wall of the room was a very large shelf holding over a dozen TV sets, all connected by a messy network of cables that led to a large cabinet next to the shelf. Walking past the cabinet, he walked over to the desk against the opposite wall.

The figure sitting at the desk appeared to be a skinny university aged man with disorderly short black hair and large thick lensed glasses. One hand rested on a the pages of a large leather bound tome, the other was writing on a notepad.

Cosplay opened his mouth, then shut it, looking at the small stub of a candle burning on a small platform right by the books spine, it's light reflected by the shiny metal behind it onto the pages. 'Almost burned down. And he won't want to waste a second.' Turning away he walked to a table close to the cabinet. Sitting in a chair he put the case on the table, and opened it. Looking through he pulled out several boxes, and an oddly shaped glittering pink crystal. He sat back and glanced at the clock.

The door from outside opened, and a young woman stepped in. She wore a long red skirt, white blouse, and a red jacket over it. Pausing to flip her long dark hair back over her shoulder, she walked to where Cosplay was sitting.

"You're hear a lot sooner than I was expecting, Sayoko." Cosplay commented matter of factly.

"Always waiting for your come-hither," she responded in a playful tone. She put her hands on his shoulders, rubbing slightly. "So, do we have time. . ."

"Afraid business will have to come first." Cosplay responded, gesturing toward the collection of boxes he had unpacked.

"Aww! Why do you have to want me for my brains instead of my body!" Sayoko responded with an exaggerated pout on her face.

Cosplay turned to her with a grin. "We want the whole package." He raised one hand to her forehead. "The best skills of any electrical engineering student in your class," he lowered his hand to her cheek, "A face any model would kill for," His hand dropped to her chest, "Extremely well formed tits," He squeezed one breast for emphasis, provoking Sayoko to gasp, closing her eyes. Cosplay's hand slid down her stomach, to her skirt. "And a delightfully tight pussy." He pressed forward, giving said pussy a quick rub through the material of her skirt. Sayoko responded with a happy moan as a huge grin formed on her face.

Then Cosplay pulled his hand back. "Unfortunately, work before play. Don't worry, you've never left here without a good fucking to remember it have you?"

Her pout back Sayoko leaned in and started picking up the boxes. "I hate waiting." She commented as she opened the first.

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As the candle sputtered out, the Glasses wearing figure took his hand off the leather tome. He paused to write a little more in the notebook, then capped his pen and leaned back, flexing his shoulders for a moment. He then picked up a scraper, and with a quick motion scooped up the remnants of the burned out candle and put them on a tray on the side of his desk.

"A little to recover. . ." he commented to himself, then looked around the room.

"Ah your back Cosplay!" he called as he rose to his feet. "I trust the mission was successful?"

"Better than we'd planned. . . Biggus." He responded with a grimace.

Ignoring the expression, Biggus glanced at where Sayoko was deftly working with Linesmans pliers and screwdrivers, other tools nearby. "Well, the final test will be if we get the signal here. However, what do you mean by better than planned?"

Cosplay smirked. "Target of opportunity. Miko had left for the day, leaving that werewolf behind to watch over things. And she was feeling her full moon heat, and saw me as an ideal way to take the edge off it. I obliged, and thus when I decided to get more persuasive, she wasn't in any shape to disagree."

Biggus grabbed one of the lapels of Cosplay's jacket. "What! Are you crazy? With her training there's no way you can maintain control for more than a few days without refreshing it, plus. . ."

"Hey!" Cosplay responded, raising one of his hands to slap away Biggus's. "I might not be a Book fanatic like you, but I'm not stupid. The only control effect I hit her with was not to remember me dominating her. Well that and three arousal triggers in case I have to take her on again."

"Ah, I guess I'm sorry for doubting you then. That was good thinking. . . You also mapped her erogenous points, right?"

"Of course! But the big thing I did was sync one of those mystic seeing stones you made to her. Matter of fact, that's what Sayoko's trying to wire into place right now." He gestured toward the cabinet. "And if that works, we'll not only have those bugs in both Miko and Yaku's apartments, we'll be able to see whatever Yaku sees and hear whatever she hears!"

Biggus looked at Cosplay for a moment, then a huge grin spread across his face. "Good work! That's definitely far beyond our best expectations!"