[Episode 116747] [Episode 116747]“I knocked, they didn’t hear,” Akane said in an innocent voice, not seeing any reason to mention that a bat could not have heard her ‘knock’.
Across the table from Akane both Nabiki and Ranma were red-faced.
“My son is so manly,” No-chan said in a dreamy voice as she served breakfast to the others.
Ranma flinched, and did everything he could to not look as No-chan bent over to place his breakfast in front of him. Despite his efforts, he could not help but notice, accidentally, out of the corner of his eye, that he could look right down the top of her tunic and see her breasts hanging free. Like ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked. He shifted uneasily as his cock strained the fabric of his pants, and once again he sent up thanks to his counterpart for owning pants with a heavy leather cup.
Nabiki, for her part, almost did a spit take as she noticed first No-chan’s posture, and Ranma’s reaction. She fumed. It wasn’t unusual for a girl to have to compete with a mother for her son’s affection, but this was ridiculous.
“Tell me, Ranma, were you thinking about buying another slave?” Kimiko asked casually. No-chan, Akane, and Nabiki all reacted to this comment, in different ways. No-chan contrived to bend over even more, while Akane sat up straighter, while Nabiki stared in shock at her ‘mother’. Ranma for his part, just sat staring, his mouth open to take in a mouthful of food.
“I know Soun took you by surprise and you purchased Nabiki as a favor to him,” Kimiko continued. “But, I was wondering if maybe you had someone else in mind. You are at that age where most young men are thinking seriously about purchasing their first slave. I was just wondering if you had some special girl in mind?”
Ranma hastily ate the bit of food he’d been about to put in his mouth and swallowed quickly. Having gained a few seconds, he said. “No, of course not. I don’t need another slave, Nabiki’s fine.”
Ranma didn’t see the look of disappointment that crossed both No-chan and Akane’s face, but Nabiki did, and she preened a bit. Heh, take that, Akane, she thought as she smirked at her younger sister. Her smirk vanished at her mother’s next words.
“That’s very nice, Ranma. You’re a good master. But, maybe you should think about purchasing a more mature slave. Nabiki is still in school, and it will be some time till she can contribute to your household in any meaningful way. You really should think about buying yourself a slave who has skills that would be valuable to you.”
Ranma sweat-dropped, a vision of some wrinkled old-granny popping into his head. “Ah, yea, but, I, well, I think for now I just need to get used to owning Nabiki,” he stammered out.
“Time to go to school!” Akane announced in a firm voice, jumping to her feet.
Kimiko blinked, and looked like she was about to continue her discussion, but Nabiki spoke before she could. “Akane’s right. Got to go and learn some valuable skills so my Master does not trade me in for a different model.”
“Huh? Oh, yea. School. Time to go.” Ranma blurted out as both sisters took hold of his arms and dragged him out of the house.
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Ranma was experiencing a weird form of Deja vue. It was just like his first day at the Tendo’s all over again. Except Nabiki was the annoyed girl walking to school with him, and Akane was walking along the top of the fence in front of him. And of course there was Kasumi who had accompanied them part way, to Tofu’s clinic. Her clinic, Ranma reminded himself, still in a bit of a shock over the fact that Tofu was a good looking girl, who didn’t look old enough to be out of school, let alone a doctor. His mind went back a few minutes to the conversation he’d had with Kasumi.
“Oh my, yes, I’m interning with Dr. Tofu,” Kasumi had said.
“Uh, doesn’t that, er, distract Tofu,” Ranma said hesitantly.
Kasumi had looked blank for a second, and then understanding had showed up in her expression. “Oh, Nabiki must have told you about Dr. Tofu’s problem. I’m just careful not to mention father’s name, and now that Father does not call every day to see how I am Dr. Tofu does much better.”
Ranma gave a little shudder at the thought of Tofu and Soun together. He kept imagining it happening with his Tofu.
Fortunately, there was a distraction to drive that image out of his mind.
Akane was walking in front of him on the fence, her arms outstretched for balance. The effect of her walking toe to heel along the fence was doing real interesting things to her ass. It certainly drove all other images from his mind, but in the end it was so distracting that he was forced abandoned his own fence walking, not even caring too much that Akane had taken it as an admission of her superiority. Which was a bit galling as she hadn’t even tried it herself till he’d jumped up, and when she had, she’d been more than a bit wobbly. A minute after he left the fence, she joined them on the ground.
“I can’t believe, Mom,” Akane groused. “Trying to set you up with some old lady like that.”
“But, Akane, don’t you think Ranma needs an experienced woman,” Nabiki said sarcastically, shooting a dirty look at Ranma. She’d have had to be blind to have failed to notice the way Ranma had been watching Akane’s ass, and she was damn sure her sister was doing it on purpose.
Akane scowled. “She’d just try to run his life. Ranma should have slaves his own age. We, they, could all grow up together, be partners.”
“Volunteering, sister dear?” Nabiki asked.
Akane was a bit flustered for a second, looking at Ranma out of the corner of her eye to see now he was taking this suggestion. When he didn’t seem as interested as she’d hoped, she got a bit annoyed, and said. “You know how I feel, Nabiki. I’ll only accept a master who can beat me in honest battle.” While Akane addressed her remark to Nabiki, it was Ranma she was looking at when she said it. “Ranma probably couldn’t do it,” she said in a challenging tone.
Ranma swallowed nervously. “Yea, you’re probably right,” he said.
Nabiki face-faulted. “What?” she said, getting back to her feet. “You think Akane can beat you!?”
Ranma’s expression showed his internal conflict, but with a great deal of effort he gritted out. “You saw her walking on the fence. I couldn’t keep up. She’s likely a great martial artist.” He looked like he’d hurt something as he got that last little bit out. Looking straight at Nabiki, he rolled his eyes and made faces.
Nabiki wasn’t stupid, she knew that Ranma was trying to avoid any situation where he might end up with Akane as his slave. But in her jealous mind she translated that as him wanting Akane romantically, and not as property, unlike herself. So she ignored his grimaces, and said. “Oh no, I’m sure you could beat her, Ranma.” She looked over at Akane and put on an awed expression. “He’s really strong and manly.”
“Nabiki!” Ranma growled.
“If you’re afraid, don’t worry about it,” Akane said in a dismissive tone. “I’m not interested in some guy who’s afraid of being beaten by a girl in public.” Inside she felt great disappointment. He was a wimp after all, despite the size of his . . .”
“I am not afraid of being beaten by a girl!” Ranma retorted., interrupting Akane’s thought.
“Then’s what’s your problem? You lose, all you forfeit is a little pride. If you win, you get a free slave girl. Or maybe I’m not worth even the chance of you getting your ego hurt!?” Akane growled, pulling Ranma away from Nabiki and twisting him around to face her.
“She is small, but fierce,” a familiar voice said.
“Kuno!” Akane and Ranma moaned together. While Nabiki profit sense twinged.
“Well met, friend Saotome. It is with great pleasure I witness you in the company of your new purchase. Sad was I that I could not stay to congratulate you at the auction, but I felt I must retrace my steps and attempt to discover my lost purse. Though it be only money, yet I knew it would distress my poor mother, who worries overmuch about such trifles.”
Ranma blinked, and turned to Nabiki, who gazed back with an expression as blank as his own. He turned back to the tall boy and asked. “Kuno?”
“Indeed. Ah, I see, your activities have quite driven our earlier meeting from your mind. No matter, we now may rejoin in mutual companionship, but first, if you would allow me.” Kuno turned away from Ranma to face a scowling Akane.
Ranma looked at Nabiki again. “Kuno?” he asked again. She just shrugged and rolled her eyes, as if to say, what can you expect in this crazy world.
By this point Kuno had gone to one knee and was holding a single red-rose out to Akane, moisture on the bloom glistening in the morning sun. “A flower for a fair flower, though your beauty shadows it, still I wish you would accept it as a token of my regard. And I ask again if you would grace my house and bed with your presence.”
“I’ve told you again and again, Kuno. I am not interested in any man who can’t, or wont, face me on the battle field.” She snatched the rose from Kuno, and crushed it in her hand, drawing a drop of blood as one lone thorn pierced her skin.
Kuno was not dismayed. “Such fire, but I know well what will sooth the savage beast in your breast.” Kuno held out a hand, and a small female Ninja popped up out of nowhere, and handed him a violin and bow.” Akane’s eyes widened in horror.
Ranma looked at Nabiki. “Sasuke?” he asked. Nabiki just shrugged again.
When he looked back, Kuno was laid out on the ground, and ‘Sasuke?” had snatched the flying violin from out of the air. She bowed to Akane. “Thank you for directing your blow so carefully, mistress Akane. It would have been a shame if it had been damaged.
Akane smiled at the small Ninja, “No problem. It’s not the violin’s fault that Kuno can kill cats at twenty paces with it.”
The smile dropped from Akane’s voice when a female voice called out. “Now that the floor show is over, perhaps we may proceed to the main event?”
“Oh no!” Akane groaned. She’d hoped to escape Ranma before this happened.
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All during kindergarten and primary school, and most of the way through junior high, Akane had enjoyed playing Master and Slaves with her friends. And she’d always been the Master. At first the games had been innocent, more about playing house than anything else, but by the time they entered junior high, the games had become a bit more serious, so much so that Akane had ended up having to spend several months attending a therapy group focused on determining if she suffered from gender confusion. There had even been suggestions made that maybe she’d feel more natural living as a boy.
The embarrassment of the whole thing had caused Akane to swear off ever playing those games again, and might have contributed to her current overwhelming desire for a master, even if she still insisted on getting one her way.
The problem was, not all her old friends were willing to stop playing, and one in particular had been furious at Akane for spoiling their relationship. So much so that she had declared that if Akane would not be the master, than she would be.”
It have come to nothing, except that the same nut-job ‘male’ doctor who had suggested Gender Reassignment therapy to Akane, had let himself be conned into allowing Akane’s friend to register, and live as, a boy.
And much to Akane’s humiliation, her old friend was the only one who ever took her up on her challenge.
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Akane gave a long sigh, “I don’t want to do this anymore, . . .”
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