Ranma Does Nerima: Slipping Back into Sanity [Episode 106665]

Akane and her girls had been following Ranma at a sluggish pace, still recovering from their sexual encounter of the astonishing kind.  They thought the mighty stud was simply heading toward class, when they saw him entering the science room.

“Ranma!  That’s not the right classroom...” feebly called Akane.  But it was far too late, her soon-to-be fiancé had closed the door.

“I don’t think he was getting lost...” mused Asami.

“What?”

“Yeah, I think he was rather following that petite girl dressed with a potato bag.” nodded Yuka

“What?” repeated Akane, frowning.

“No, you don’t think... he would want to seduce her too?” wondered Hiroko.

“WHAT?” spat out the Tendō girl.

“After the four... well, five... make that seven of us with Ryōnami and Kikuko... that would be really amazing.  Does that guy ever have enough?  I’d never imagine such a stud could even exist.” idly commented Sayuri.

“WHAAAAAT???” growled Akane, mightily peeved.

“By the way, who was she?  I’ve never seen that girl around... she wasn’t even wearing a proper school uniform.” added Yuka.  (Which was a little ironical considering how truly ‘proper’ was their standard uniform, designed by some leering old geezers in the education department.)

Akane’s left eyebrow was noticeably twitching.  How could that... boy dare going after yet another pussy just after banging the hell out of her and her gang?  That should have satisfied him for the rest of the day!  She had even made the great sacrifice of offering her dearest friends’ ‘virtues’ to Ranma... and he was still not satisfied?  That was the last straw!  She had to protect that poor, innocent (and cute) girl’s innocence from the disgusting, oversexed pervert, and convince her future fiancé to show some restraint... and maybe, why not, faithfulness.  If he so much wanted to fuck, couldn’t he just wait until she’d recovered?  That baka!

Squirming in her girlfriends’ grasp, Akane easily made them understand that she no longer required their help to walk.  They let go and the Tendō girl began to stomp toward the door.  She had not much choice about the stomping part, since she was still bowlegged.

The door was locked, but that only fueled Akane’s ire.  Without much hesitation, she shouldered it.  Despite her tiredness, tomboy strength and martial artist focus made a quick job of the wooden panel.  The door slammed open, and the shorthaired girl hopped in the classroom, soon followed by the Gang of Four.

They caught the duo exactly as Yoiko was falling on her butt, dazed.  It was a rather incriminating scene, with Ranma’s big bludgeon sticking out of his pants, and the unknown girl sitting on the floor right in front of the thing, as if terrified by it.

Akane saw red, and stomped further toward Ranma.  The pigtailed boy stood there, not happy at the intrusion but nonetheless blushing.  Modesty reflexes were still ingrained, and it was embarrassing to be found with his pants down.  That’s why he didn’t move until Akane bopped him — hard! — on top of the head.

The upper one, fortunately.

“Ouch!  What’d ya do that for?!” he grumbled.

“BAKA!  What do you think you were doing!?” admonished the irate fiancée.  “Just because you had discovered your libido doesn’t mean you can jump EVERY woman you’re crossing!!”

Akane had accepted the fact that Ranma was a virgin before he’d stepped in the Tendō Dōjō.  Not so much since she believed him, but because it made her proud to think she was his first.  So, she understood than he was probably still in the “new toy” phase and couldn’t help being thinking with his lower head.  That’s why she wasn’t beating the crap out of him right now.  Any other guy she’d found trying to force himself on some poor, hapless girl would have been sent to the hospital.  But it was her duty to teach the misbehaving hunk what was right or wrong.

“But...” tentatively started Ranma, only to be cut off by Akane.

“Look at her, Ranma!  I bet you’ve scared her out of her wits....”

“But...” he tried again to protest, only to be shoved out of the way.

Akane, walking to the confused Yoiko, gave her a comforting hug.  The boy-turned-girl blinked, her gaze fixated on Ranma’s dong above the shoulder of her ‘rescuer’.  She licked her lips, unable to thing about anything else than her hunger for the thing.  But Akane bodily turned the ‘victim’ around to spare her the offensive sight, while soothingly tapping her back.  “There, there.  That’s all right.  Don’t worry, I won’t let that stupid hentai hurt you!”

“But...” parroted Ranma, a bit more frantically, only to be shut up by a smoldering glare from the Tendō girl.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!!  You’ll have to learn that not every girl you meet is craving for your... penis.  Some are shy!  Some aren’t even interested by men!  And how old is this poor one, anyway?  She’s probably even too young for that!” concluded Akane, feeling how small and fragile was the girl in her arms.  (And cute, and soft, and stacked, also couldn’t help but notice her inner pervert.)

Yoiko was even shivering, and although it was from barely contained sexual need, it only further convinced Akane she was shaken.  “Shhh... calm down.  Don’t be afraid.  You only got friends here.  That dumb, big lug isn’t all that bad, you know, he’s just driven by his lusts.  He’ll leave you alone, now.”

“But...” Ranma pitifully attempted to explain himself one last time, but Akane’s friends interjected.

“She’s right, you know.” scolded Asami.

“Just because we were curious and we let you... experiment doesn’t give you the right to think every woman is your beck and call.” added a serious-sounding Yuka.

“And none of us like to be cornered.  You should be more delicate with the fairer sex.” advised Sayuri.

Hiroko just nodded, before covering her blushing cheeks and peeking through her fingers, because Ranma’s stiff log was still in plain view.  She still couldn’t believe he’d speared her tight, girly sheath with that.

“Cover yourself, you perv’!” barked Akane.  “Do you really want to traumatize that poor girl?”

Still glaring daggers to the properly cowed boy, the youngest Tendō then smiled for Yoiko.

“Hi, I’m Akane.  You wanna be friend?”