Ranma Does Nerima: Swapping Clothes Makes the Woman [Episode 107082]

Despite her hard-earned porn-star status, it took some time for Ukyō to recover from Ryōga’s harsh manhandling.  And shafting.  And ass-raping.  And fucking her brains out of her mind with his bull-sized organ, which flat out beat those of any former partners, which were numerous....

Ahem....

True, it wasn’t the first time she felt a lot banged up after a really rough session.  It already happened many times in Junior High, when her classmates found out during gym that she was the sole girl of the all-boys school... and that she became their personal gang-bang pet for the rest of the year.  Or during some of the most hard-core filming of her budding (and very promising, according to critics) career in the illegal market of underage porn movies.

But never had just one guy worked her over so hard than Ryōga Hibiki.  He was definitely living up to his reputation.  She doubted any guy could be that well-endowed, and strong, and energetic, and....

Well, maybe Ranma... if she read any correctly the clues left after the orgy in the “janitor closet”.

If she wasn’t feeling furiously mad toward Ryōga right now, it was mostly because he’d so much exhausted her.  Just give the okonomiyaki chef a few hours to digest it, and she’d probably declare an eternal feud with the Hibiki family.  Also, she would have liked to know why he was so revengeful toward her.  Maybe it was all an act, just finding a pretext to get his jollies out.  If this was the case, she was going to make him sorry.  Teenage slut or not, no freaking guy had the right to force himself on a girl like he did.  Next time she’d find him, he’d better plea very convincingly for mercy or she’d gladly shop of his tool of the trade with her baker peel.

In the immediate, though, U-chan had some other concerns.  Like, finding some clothes to cover her naked, scrumptious, sweaty and cum-coated body.  Ryōga, too furious for foreplay, had entirely ripped out her boy uniform, leaving only a few tatters to wear.

So, when the closet door finally opened some time later, it was a girl wearing the typical fuku of Fūrinkan ’s female students that walked out.  Ukyō had had no choice but to pick the clothes of one of the two girls still passed out in the special room.  She was fiercely blushing, because even if she had chosen the uniform that fit her the best, she couldn’t find any panties inside.  Meaning that the regulation skirt, carefully conceived to reach barely past her buttocks, could flash her rear-end with any light gust of wind.  Adding to her discomfort was the brassiere, a piece of garment she was unaccustomed to.  More used to her chest being tightly bound, she unwisely selected the smaller of the two (the other being evidently from a more top-heavy girl than her).  As a result, Kikuko’s bra was immodestly pushing her breasts up, putting her cleavage even more in evidence through the snug shirt.

Also, after having spent so long disguising as a boy, Ukyō wasn’t any at ease with girly clothing.  It was now that she was feeling like a crossdresser.  Inwardly, she cursed.  She wanted to face Ranma on equal ground to give him a well-deserved trashing.  But if she looked like any other frail teenaged girl, ready to jump on his lap and rub her pantyless derrière against his crotch... the effect would be seriously diminished.  She liked her boy uniform because it made her far more intimidating.  Not to mention the bishōnen look tended to turn the heads of many cute girls that she could then attract to her lair and ravish at leisure....

Ahem....

That’s why Ukyō was no longer eager to find Ranma, but rather to get out of the school and only return when she’d be properly dressed for revenge.

But of course, Fate would decide otherwise (since She was just as sadistic a bitch as in many other universes) and had the okonomiyaki chef ran straight into her childhood friend.

“Ahh...” yipped Ukyō, her cheeks red, as she faced her Ran-chan from the first time since many years.  Sure, she’d seen him earlier, but now she was close to him and could detail his manly frame, his broad shoulders, his cocky boyish face, his taunt butt, his snug pants leaving far too little to the imagination....

Ahem....

Ranma, for his part, immediately noticed the blush on the pretty face of the brunette in front of him.  As well how nice-looking she was in the slightly undersized uniform, from her barely contained chest to her hourglass figure and tempting hips, not to forget her interminably long, bare legs, and her dainty feet clad in white socks and black shoes.

He, however, had learned his lesson from Akane’s earlier LEO kick.  He didn’t know exactly why, in fact, he had been earlier so attracted by Yoiko, especially just after screwing Akane and all her friends.  Nor he had understood why, just after nearly tearing his pants off, the twin-pigtailed girl had lied about what had happened, and put him in a very bad light in front of his recent bunch of conquests.  What he got loud and clear, though, was that he still had a very spotty understanding of the fairer sex, and as such he’d better thread on tiptoes around them.  And especially, to never again leave any impression he could be forcing himself on a woman... this, at least, had been driven into him as a very bad thing.

“Hu... hello,” muttered Ranma to the flustered Fūrinkan student.  Now that he pulled his mind out of the gutter, he noticed the unusual thing about this girl: the uber, whoop-ass, giant... spatula? strapped over her back.  “Err... excuse me, I’m kinda lost here, could you please tell me where’s the classroom for... hu... whatnumberwhazzit already?  Ah yeah, class 1-F.”

U-chan tried to regain her composure.  ‘Damn, damn,’ she thought, ‘I didn’t want to confront him like that... he’ll never take me seriously in this fuku... in fact he may just as well think I’m trying to seduce him... not that it would be a bad idea... hey, wait a minute, he didn’t recognize me... and this is a perfect opportunity to spy on him and learn to know him better... to better crush the bastard later, of course! ’

“Err... I think that’s my class too...” tentatively said Ukyō (which was the truth, she deliberately inscribed herself to the same class as her target).  “But... I’m new here too, so I dunno where it is exactly.”

U-chan almost slapped a hand over he mouth when she realized that she was still using a rather masculine pattern of speech.  But Ranma barely noticed it.

“Well... then, let’s find it together, okay?” proposed Ranma, still eyeing the strange weapon this girl was carrying.  Rubbing the back of his head, he added “Oh yeah, I’m Saotome Ranma.  Sorry about startling you...”

“Hu... that’s nothing...” muttered Ukyō, swooning despite herself from his unassuming charm.  “I’m Kuonji...” she distractedly started, before catching herself.  Realizing she couldn’t give her true name, she stuttered for a short while before blurting out “... Yuriko!  Yes, that’s it, Kuonji Yuriko... I’m from Kansai.” she concluded (since it was pointless trying to hide her accent anyway).

“Nice name...” small-talked Ranma absentmindedly.  Inwardly, he was pondering ‘Hu... Kuonji... sound familiar... where did I heard that...? ’

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“That’s not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair....” bemoaned Kikuko’s shrill voice.

“I got it!  Will you shut up, now, please?” requested Ryōnami, while struggling to fix the last button of her shirt.  Which gave up the fight a second later, flying off like a bullet under the pressure of her generous chest.  The blonde girl sighed and her shoulders slumped.

“Why does it have to be me to stay naked?” insisted her friend.  The petite brunette was, indeed, still just as bare as the day she was born.  Her pouting, distraught posture was nicely emphasizing her round ass and giggling breasts.

“Listen, it’s not my fault someone came in while we were passed out and stole your uniform....”

“But it was YOUR uniform!  You have no right to take mine!”

Indeed, the school fuku Ryōnami was wearing clearly wasn’t hers to begin with.  It was indecently strained all over her assets, and looking ready to burst at any time, the unbuttoned top giving more than a hint of her cleavage.  On the other end, the skirt was barely giving a full cover for her nice, plump ass, since just like Ukyō she couldn’t find any panties to cover her buttocks.  All in all, Nabiki’s friend was looking very hot, which wasn’t something she usually minded, though this time she had no client in view.

“But it was out of question I stay naked in this room while waiting for you to come back!  You’re just so scatterbrained that you may very well forget about me.  And you never know what kind of weirdo could be tempted to try taking advantage of some innocent, helpless, nude girl is this dark closet....”

“Well, thanks a lot for me!” huffed Kikuko.  It sucked being the underdog in their little trio.  She could accept being ordered around by Nabiki, but now Ryōnami was doing it too!  “And you know... I think whoever went in to steal my fuku had also surreptitiously taken advantage of our bodies when we were out of it.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t that... clean when Ranma-kun had finished... you know...” she concluded.  Her face took a definitely dreamy look as she remembered the amazing fucking she received in the hands of the Saotome stallion.

“I’d prefer not to think about that...” admitted Ryōnami.  She was talking about the being molested while they slept part.  Her romp with Ranma-kun, she wasn’t regretting it a bit.  And she sure wouldn’t in the years to come.

Kikuko snapped out of her daydream and took a sheepish look.  “Nabiki-chan is gonna be mad at us, right?”

“Ho, you think?” snickered her blonde friend.  “She had precisely instructed us to tease Saotome-san, but to prevent him from getting any pussy today, and what did we do?  Not only we both rode him like there was no tomorrow, but we let five other girls get a shot at him.  Not that I thought such a thing would be even possible...” she added under her breath.  “Now, we’d be lucky if we can even sit for a week after Nabiki-chan will be done with us.  I’m pretty certain she’s going to take out the bullwhip....”

Kikuko gulped, then timidly said “Yes... but I do hope she’ll forgive us... and that she’ll let us share Ranma-kun a few more times...”

Ryōnami nodded solemnly.  She couldn’t wait to try out a threesome with both her dear Nabiki-chan and Ranma... the boy enthusiastically pleasuring the both of their nude, sweaty, glistening female bodies, tightly woven in a Sapphic embrace while he was pounding his huge wang indifferently in the yearning twats of the beautiful Tendō girl and her loving, blonde-haired girlfriend....

Ryōnami whipped the drool from a corner of her mouth.  Pushing those distracting, naughty thoughts in the back of her mind, she forced herself to focus on the matter at hand.  “Ahem... why don’t you try to dress with some of the clothes in this room?” she suggested.

“Are you nuts?  Everything here is leather and other kinds of kinky lace-and-straps things... being seen in those things would be even worse than walking out of this closet naked!”

“Okay, okay.” conceded Ryōnami.  “I’ll try to get you some spare uniform, then.  If I can’t find any, I’ll just pick up your gym clothes.  Is that fine?”

“Yes, but don’t you take too long.  It’s getting drafty in there.” pleaded Kikuko, shivering.

“Don’t worry.  Just stay here and wait for me.”

“I sure as hell have no intent to stroll around in the school wearing nothing!” pointedly huffed Kikuko.

Her friend nodded, and was about to open the door... when a scary, out-of-this-world low moaning echoed within the place, freezing the two girls in place.  Then, an unearthly gust of wind blew inside the suspiciously closed room, chilling poor Kikuko to the bone and making her teeth clatter.  Strange little blue flames unexpectedly materialized, floating before the stunned teenagers like will-o-wisps.

To complete the obviously supernatural manifestation, a deep, cold voice resonated:
“I’LL HAUNT YOU TO THE END OF YOUR DAYS! ”

And if all this wasn’t enough, it was followed by the slow materialization of a transparent, disembodied human head in the middle of the room....

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” shrieked Ryōnami.

“A GHOST!!!” yelped Kikuko, the fright turning her just as blue as her friend.

Both terrified schoolgirls frantically ran out of the closet, screaming all the way.  Kikuko even forgot completely about her current state of undress, to the delight of many horny boys around.