[Episode 115050] [Episode 115050]Soun looked a little guilty.
“Yumi-san is a very nice girl, father,” Kasumi added.
“Soun looked a lot guiltier.
“And you seem to have a good time when you visit her and her friends.”
Soun’s expression brightened a bit, and he rubbed his chin. “Yumi-san does know how to select a very fine Saki,” He mused. He nodded his head. “I guess you’re right, Kasumi-chan. I should not let her down.” He turned to Genma, who’s expression was quite eager after hearing the comment about Saki. “It will be like old times, Saotome,” Soun said. He linked arms with Genma, and the two men exited. Kimiko looked after her husband with dismay.
Nabiki ducked her head to hide her smirk. That felt good. She’d been feeling lost at sea. It was nice see she could still control things.
Ranma frowned, his eyes dark as he stared across the table at Nabiki. There hadn’t been any need for Nabiki to manipulate these people like that. It was just like her. She enjoyed messing with people’s minds just for fun. He wished that just once someone would teach her it wasn’t nice to mess with other people like that.
“Would you like me to show you to your room, Master Ranma?” No-chan asked. “I’m sure you’re eager to get to know your new slave better.”
Ranma’s eyes suddenly widened. And a rather evil smile, for Ranma, appeared on his face as Nabiki suddenly looked at him with deer-in-the-headlight eyes. Maybe the time for Nabiki to learn a lesson was now, and maybe he was the somebody. He let his eyes roam over Nabiki’s torso, making sure she saw him checking her out. Her face flushed, and two little tents appeared over her breasts as her nipples suddenly hardened. His smile widened.
Ranma wasn’t sure what was going on with his body. It was weak, and slow, and the reflexes seemed to be shot to hell. But, on the other hand, it seemed to have other reactions wired in that his old body had never had. He’d found himself doing, and saying, things, that he’d never have been able to do before. This body might not know as much about fighting as he’s like, but it seemed to know a lot about girls and sex.
A fundamental part of Ranma’s basic core personality was trust in his body. He’d never have advanced as far in the art as he had without that trust, and he saw no need to change that policy now. And from the pressure in his groin, his body had some pretty specific ideas on how to answer No-chan’s question.
Ranma turned his gaze from Nabiki, and smiled at No-chan. “Sure, it’s been a long day. A nice soft bed sounds real good. Don’t you think, Nabiki?”
Nabiki gave a little jump where she sat, and looked around as if searching for an escape route. Almost as if against her will, her gaze moved back to Ranma’s face, and she swallowed nervously, before ducking her head and saying. “That would be nice.”
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Nabiki’s heart was racing. She’d managed to drive what had happened between her and Ranma out of her mind, but now it came all flooding back, the feel of him moving inside her body, the pleasure, the release. God, she wanted that again, and it scared the crap out of her. She was the person in control She was the one who made Ranma jump through hoops, not the other way around. She had to fix this. But her brain seemed to have deserted her. She could not think of anyway to derail the direction this was going.
“Ranma, may I have a word with my daughter,” Kimiko asked.
“YES!” Nabiki shouted, making everyone stare at her. Nabiki didn’t care. She didn’t even care that the little tramp her father had married had called her, her daughter. She just needed time to think, to plan.
“Sure, go ahead,” Ranma said in much softer voice.
Nabiki hadn’t waited for his permission, she was already halfway down the hallway her ‘mother’ had indicated. She followed the girl into a sitting room, noticing as she did that the house seemed a lot larger than her old home.
Kimiko turned to Nabiki, tears glistening in her eyes. “Oh my,” she said with a sniff. “I can’t believe my little baby is all grown up. It seemed only yesterday the doctor put you in my arms for the first time . . .Nabiki, are you alright!” Kimiko called out as Nabiki’s face suddenly paled and her knees went weak. She jumped forward and caught Nabiki before she could fall to the floor. A second later Ranma burst into the room followed a moment later by No-chan, Akane and Kasumi.
“Is she alright?” Ranma asked, dropping down on one knee to look at Nabiki. The girl’s eyes were wild, she was staring at Kimiko as if she’d seen a ghost.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Nabiki said. She lifted a finger, and pointed it at Kimiko, “You’re my, oh my god.” Nabiki’s head turned and she stared at the red-headed slave girl standing behind Ranma, looking down at her in concern. Nabiki gaze dropped, and a look of horror crossed her face as from her current position she easily made out No-chan’s lack of panties. “Oh my god!” Nabiki repeated turning her face away quickly, a blush darkening her face.
“Should I call Dr Tofu,” Kasumi asked in a worried tone.
“Should be safe to call her,” Akane said. “With Dad gone, I mean.”
“No! I’m fine!” Nabiki said, pushing herself out of her mother’s arms and rising to her feet. “Just a little shaky. Just became a slave you know. Big night ahead, guess I got too excited.” She took hold of Ranma’s arm, and he winced a little as her fingernails dug in. “Let’s go master, Your slave girl is eager to serve,” Nabiki said in a machine-gun style of speech. Her eyes kept swinging from Kimiko to No-chan.
“Uh, ok, I guess,” Ranma said.
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A few minutes later Ranma and Nabiki had been shown to Ranma’s room, or rather suite. There was a sitting room, an attached en-suite bathing room, and a large bedroom, with a very big bed. Nabiki’s agitation was so great that the later fact didn’t even register on her.
As soon as the door closed to the room, leaving them alone, she pointed at the door and said in a faint voice. “She’s my mom. She’s not some young tart dad married. She’s my real actual mom, and she looks barely twenty.”
Ranma blinked. Nabiki’s mom? Alive!? “Whoa, heavy. How do you feel?”
“How do I feel? How about you? How do you feel?”
“Huh, me, why?”
“You know No-chan, the big titted slave girl you’ve been sneaking peeks at all night?”
The old Ranma would have denied, denied, denied. The new Ranma merely smirked, and asked. “Jealous.”
“Hardly. I mean, how could I be jealous of your MOM!” She shouted the last word.
Even the new Ranma had to face-fault at that.
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