[Episode 107551] [Episode 107551]But, being cornered in an alley by an giant amorous pop-can was a first for her, however.
“Aww, come on, honey-bumps. Give old Prissy a little sugar,” the giant red-can purred as it nuzzled up against Ryochan. The cold metal pressed against Ryochan’s bare, and up till then, warm, breasts.
Ryochan was suffering a bit of a dilemma. She still possessed her normal attitude toward women, despite her new curse. They were fragile and needed protection. One did not crumple one up and toss them in the trash, no matter how suitable that title might be when applied to them.
Salvation came from a strange direction, which was not really all that surprising given the circumstances.
“Prissy! You tramp! You were supposed to invite her to join our team. Not sample her goodies!”
“Back off, Silly. I was just having a little fun. I know a frigid bitch like you might have a bit of a problem with that concept.”
“You weren’t complaining about my lack of ‘fun’ last weekend.”
“Oh, sure, anyone can be fun with forty ounces of vodka in them. Why don’t you try it sometime when you’re sober?”
“Bitch!”
“Ice-cube!”
Claannnnnggggggg!
Ryochan stared at the sight of two giant pop-cans rolling around on the ground. Despite the sexless costume, Ryochan found herself blushing as she watched. Somehow, despite the angry words the two cans were tossing back and forth, she didn’t thing they were fighting.
“Excuse me,” a pink pop can with a cherry decorating the side walked by, dragging a fire hose. “I swear, the third time this week,” She muttered as she turned her hose on the two wrestling cans.
Ryochan decided that she really, really, needed to be going.
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Ryouga sighed as he dumped the bucket of warm water over his head. Thank god he’d managed to sneak into the men’s side of the public bath without being seen. Who knows what sort of reaction it would have caused if he’d walked into a room full of guys with his bare tits leading the way.
It was still early morning, however, and he had the place to himself. A quick scoop of water from the bath had removed any chance of unfortunate encounters. And by filling several from the pool, he could wash up without using the cold water taps.
It was so frustrating, Ryouga thought. He should be with Ranma. Who knew what might be happening. In his mind a vision formed of Ranma being dog piled by all five girls at once. “Darn you, Ranma!” he cursed, trying to wipe the image out of his mind. “If only you weren’t . . .”
The sound of feminine squeals of delight caused Ryouga to flinch. It was going to take him a long time to get over his encounter in the alley.
He looked over toward the sound and spotted a male figure with a towel draped around his waist stroll in through an open door. Behind him could be seen a dozen or so girls waving and crying for attention while holding up boxes of candy and other gifts. They vanished from sight as the door closed, and their voice became muffled.
Ryouga turned his attention to the boy, and felt a jolt in his crotch as he saw how good looking he was. The fact that he was currently bending over to pick up some bathing supplies, and his towel had run up didn’t hurt either.
Ryouga hastily covered a bit of incriminating evidence with an overturned bucket.
Public baths had always been bad news for him. He was such a sucker for a nice firm ass. He didn’t advert his eyes, however.
Ryouga’s prurient pleasure disappeared, and was replaced by guilt and anger when the boy stood up and turned in profile. “Mikado,” he hissed with venom. The boy who had stolen Ranma’s first kiss from Ryouga. “Bastard,” he muttered.
Despite Ryouga’s anger, his little soldier insisted on staying at attention. Mikado might have been a pig, but he was one fine hunk of prime pork. He did feel guilty about it.
What might have happened if Ryouga had been given a chance to simmer a bit would never be known, thanks to a slippery bar of soap.
Ryouga had clenched his hand in anger when he’d identified the womanizer, with predictable results. The bar of soap he’d been washing with squirted free of his hands and shot across the floor. Just in time for Mikado’s foot to come down on it.
Like a ‘cool’ dad on his son’s skateboard, Mikado suddenly found himself skidding across the floor on one foot while his arms wind-milled furiously. Not even his skill on ice could save him. But it did keep him on his foot long enough to so that when he finally went ass over teakettle, he landed right in Ryouga’s lap.
Mikado looked up at Ryouga, a surprised look on his face. Ryouga looked down at Mikado, an equally surprised expression on his face, until it was replaced by an evil grin.
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Mikado’s fan-club was a bit surprised to see their hero, naked as a J-bird, burst through the door from the men’s bathroom, tears flying from his eyes as he chanted. “How dare he, how dare he, how dare he!”
“Oh, he’s so sensitive,” The girls caroled, and ran off after him to sooth their hero’s fevered brow.
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