Ranma Does Nerima: A Hentai Ghost Story [Episode 107844]

“I’m never going to live it down!” sobbed a still naked Kikuko, sitting in a fetal position on a bench in the girls’ lockers room.

“You’ll survive...” sighed Ryōnami, before handling her friend a gym uniform.  “Now, cover yourself....”

“There were even some boys that used a camera!  I saw them!”

Ryōnami just shrugged.  “Right, like you’ve never done some nude photos with Nabiki-chan....”

“But that’s different!  Those boys didn’t PAY for them.”

The blonde girl rubbed her forehead.  “Yeah, I guess it changes everything.  Nabiki-chan definitely won’t be happy.”

As she got dressed, Kikuko started to calm down between noisy sniffing. 

After a long moment of silence, her friend finally asked: “What... do you think was that thing in the janitor’s closet?”  Ryōnami shivered, the memory of that disincarnated voice still chilling her.

“I don’t know...” admitted Kikuko.  The rumor-monger pondered for a little while, before finally adding “I’ve... I’ve heard some stories about Fūrinkan being the home of some sort of ghost... but I always thought it was a silly urban legend.”

“Wait a minute...” droned Ryōnami, “I thought... that YOU believed in aliens, UFOs, Atlantis, telepathy, the Yeti, ley lines, crystal power, astrology, numerology, chakras, chi kung, hypnosis, government conspiracies, the Philadelphia Experiment... and plenty other stuff I forgot about... and you DON’t believe into ghosts?”

“Well, yes.  Until now, that is.  What’s wrong with that?”

“Nevermind... what does the rumor mill says about that ghost?”

“Well, not much.  I’ve heard it’s the ghost of some schoolgirl that died in a car accident more than twenty years ago... and that she cannot rest in peace because of something that was denied to her at the time of her death...”

“What thing?”

Kikuko shrugged.  “Not sure.  Some say she lost some prized possession....  but there’s many theories as to what it is.  I’ve even heard a tale about a teddy bear, which was a sale gift from the school’s old shop, and that the girl didn’t get it before she became a ghost....”

“Now THAT is silly!”

“Yeah, I told you so.”

“Still...” Ryōnami added, uneasy, “I don’t like much that ‘I’m going to haunt you to the end of your days’ line... do you think she cursed us?”

“I don’t know...” answered a worried Kikuko.  “Maybe we should ask Miyo Tanaka for help... you know, the tarot reader in Akane’s class?”

Ryōnami sighed, not surprised that her friend would value the advice of a fortune teller... though, thinking about it, finding someone versed in the supernatural wouldn’t be that easy.  The only other option, that freaky Voodoo Boy, wasn’t even conceivable.

---

Ryōnami didn’t know it yet, but said Voodoo adept wouldn’t be easy to contact anyway, except by necromancy.

The ghost of the recently deceased Hikaru Gosunkugi, floating like a... disembodied spirit, was watching the ambulance carrying his mortal body away with some dismay.  He was not alone, however.  The phantom of the (not) regretted Principal Kunō had just joined... and he was equally distraught.

“Dose ingrate teachers!  After everything da Headmaster has done for them... covering up the tracks of da murderer of da Big Kahuna... dat inadmissible!!”

“That doesn’t surprise me...” mumbled Kōchō Kunō’s companion in unlife.  “They are women... screwing you around and then tossing away your still-warm corpse to the dogs, that’s just what women do....”

“Indeed, Keiki!  And those violent, long-haired delinquents... how dare they attack ME and kill da Big Kahuna so callously... while all he was doing was disciplining them a bit, and fondly remembering da teaching they received under the tender car of their Principal in Kuonji’s case....” continued to rant the vengeful ghost.  “ME will not tolerate it!  Da Headmaster may have met da Grim Reaper, but da Big Kahuna won’t leave for da celestial Big Island before ME get revenge!  On that traitor Kuonji, and on dat assassin Saotome!”

“Yes!  Ranma Saotome!  He slipped the cursed stone in my pocket!  He’s the one responsible for my death!  He must be the accomplice of these accursed womyns!  He’ll pay for that!”

“Yeah.  REVENGE WILL BE MINE!!” spouted out the ex-Principal while brandishing a pair of ectoplasmic hair-shaver.  He then began laughing maniacally, a horrific noise that could thankfully only be heard on the Ethereal Plane.

“Revenge will be ours...” added Hikaru, himself holding a spiritual, but nonetheless menacing, scalpel.  “I’ll carve my name in the tender female flesh of all these monsters, and then I’ll skin them bit by bit every night and after that....”

Following were diverse very graphic descriptions of what the quite unbalanced ghost of the already quite imbalanced young man planned to do to every girl he held a grudge against, for any real or imagined slight.

“I don’t think so...” commented a cold voice.

Both newly un-born ghosts blinked as a few small blue flames, similar to will-o’-the-wisp, floated before their faces while making eerie sounds.  Slowly, they turned around to find who had just talked.  Facing the interloper, they were surprised to discover ’it“ looked just like a schoolgirl, sixteen-years-old in appearance, with long brown hair and unliving eyes.  She was wearing an outdated school uniform, with a noticeably longer skirt and a different color scheme than the Fūrinkan sailor fuku (pale purple instead of electric blue).  The principal recognized it as the uniform that was in fashion more than twenty years ago, but he had no clue what it could mean.

“And who are ya to tell ME what da Principal should do, Wahine?  Don’t ya know that I’m da Headmaster, and as such I’m da Big Kahuna here and ya should be bowing before ME?”

The girl didn’t seem impressed.  In fact, she was looking at them totaly emotionlessly, as if they were a pair of annoying bugs.  “My name is Kogane Musashi.  I am Fūrinkan High School’s current ghost.  And even if it sometimes felt lonely haunting these parts... I don’t think there’s enough place in this school for the three of us... especially not such evil spectres as you.”

“BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  Now dat’s very funny!” bellowed Kōchō Kunō.  “And what does a frail lil’ Wahine like ya is going to do against a big guy like ME?”

“Yes!” snarled Hikaru.  “Why do you girls have to persecute me even into the afterlife?  What did I ever do to deserve that?  You’ll pay for all the others!”

“I did warn you...” Kogane answered matter-of-factly, with a lack of inflection that would make Rei Ayanami green with envy.

For the two rookie ghosts, it was in fact a very bad idea.  On this spiritual plane, the strength of the formerly physical body had no effect on the power of the soul.  It was entirely a matter of will and experience... and Kogane had been a ghost for many years.

The pack of blue will-o-the-wisp, at Musashi’s command, started to dance around the two male phantoms, draining their spiritual energy very quick.  The pair of frightened, recently deceased weirdoes began to wail like little girls.  Casually, Kogane stepped toward them, and applied what looked like a light push on their chests....

Two drained husks were propelled out of the school grounds like bullets.  They landed, in the ghostly equivalent of pain, within the dark shadows of a nearby alley.  The girl whipped her hands and announced: “You can wander wherever you wish... but not my school.”

“How dare she!” exploded the Principal, difficultly recovering his spiritual wholeness.  He stood in defiance and raised a vengeful fist.  “Dat’s not the last you’ seen of us, lil’ Wahine!  Da Big Kahuna won’t be kicked out of his school, even by death!  ME swear it on the name of the Kunō—“

“Hu... principal...” hesitantly stated Gosunkugi, looking in a different direction.  “I think we may have a problem....”

The headmaster, miffed to be interrupted during his inspirational speech, turned around... to pale even further than his new ghostly complexion.  Creeping out of the darkness, rolling the walls and the ground out of every patch of shade, many vaguely humanoid shadows were materializing.  Their chilling laugh and unearthly moans froze the two lost souls in abject terror....

Until the moment they were seized by the Underworld Demons, and dragged away screaming and kicking, deeper and deeper into the darkness, until no trace of them was left.

---

Kogane Mushashi, the historical ghost of Fūrinkan High, showed neither guilt nor relief now that she gotten rid of the two nauseous presences.  Having haunted the school for so many years, she knew quite well what the Principal had done, and what Gosunkugi was capable of doing.  So, in her book they only got what they deserved.  Not that she cared much; being a disembodied spirit for so long tended to tone down one’s emotional make-up.

Still, she wasn’t entirely insensitive.  It has been a long time since she felt like materializing as she did today.  What urged her to interact again with the world of the livings could be summarized in one word:

Ranma.

More exactly, Ranma’s impressive showing of sexual enthusiast and stamina in the Janitor closet.

Yes, Kogane had been peeping on them all along.  Not that she was a particularly voyeuristic ghost, even if distractions were rare in the afterlife.  But this particular closet acted somehow like a magnet to this particular spirit.  It was linked to the reason she was unable to rest in peace.

The theories Kikuko had heard were, no surprise, largely off the mark.  It was true Kogane was denied something before joining the afterlife, but it wasn’t a teddy bear.  Not at all.

What the young girl missed before her accident happened, and which carried over as an eternal regret, even in undeath, was that....

Kogane died a virgin.

And that sucked mightily.

Worse, since the day of her death she had witnessed plenty of depraved sex acts between horny teenagers (and sometimes teachers) within the halls of the school.  From the terrace atop the building, to the gym shed, to the shower stalls, to the classrooms after hours, not to forget the specially equipped closet... she had seen it all.

Being devoid of flesh — and virginal — for so many years, while the rest of the school was fucking like rabbits, had quickly became a burden.  So, right now it was indubitably a seriously frustrated ghost girl that was roaming around.

But something has changed today.  Thanks to Ranma’s unbelievable sex-marathon with seven nubile and sexy young girls.  During this wild orgy, the pigtailed hunk and his conquests had deployed so much sexual energy within the closet that the waste was enough for Kogane to feed on it, until she had enough borrowed life-force to incarnate.  It hadn’t happened in a long time, the fault going to the janitor and his frantic efforts to forbid the closet to all students.

And now that Kogane was no longer confined to an invisible watcher, she certainly planned to get some.  Preferably from Ranma-kun.  The hung-like-a-sex-god Saotome boy was the perfect candidate to put an end to her curse, and finally sleep the peaceful rest of the dead.  After putting an end to her unwanted virginity, and fucking her brains out of her skull... err... fucking her karma out of her next life, of course.

That’s why she’d made that startling apparition in the closet, earlier.  Frightening Ryōnami and Kikuko was just a little bonus.  It had been fun to have them run, screaming like headless chickens, especially the nude one.  Kogane wasn’t truly a malevolent ghost, she merely wanted to see if she hadn’t lost her touch.  After so many years of haunting, her “I’ll haunt you to ends of your days” entrance was merely a reflex.  Her way of saying “hello”, in fact.

Okay, maybe she had felt a little bit jealous of the two girls for having such a good time with Ranma, too.  But now, that didn’t matter any more.  Soon, she will seduce the handsome, yummy, mouth-watering piece of beefcake... he will be hers, entirely hers....

She was convinced Ranma would be open-minded enough to disregard minor details, like the insignificant fact that she was dead.