[Episode 118783] [Episode 118783]It would have been nice if she could just let him go on with his freakish behavior, while she caught some more sleep. Only she couldn’t. Thanks to the brand on her ass, which her studies of the day before had revealed was a bond between him and her, a desire to be up and about and doing things, was urging her up and out of bed. It was in-humane. All thanks to her wonderful master and his fetish for pushing his body to the limits.
Nabiki was tempted to lure Ranma back to bed with the promise of sex, at least with that sort of exercise she’d get to stay in bed. The problem with that idea was she wasn’t sure she’d survive. Her memories of the night before were a bit of a blur. Ranma might be able to instil a desire for early rising in her, but even he couldn’t make her brain work at this time of the morning. But, while her mind might be a bit fuzzy, her body was supplying her lots of information on what Ranma had put her through. Just about every muscle in her body was sore. The annoying thing was, she had a feeling that Ranma had been holding back, judging just what she could handle, and giving it to her. It had been wonderful at the time, but she wondered if she was going to wake up every morning in this state?
With a groan, Nabiki rolled out of bed, and scowled at Ranma, who looked at her with surprise. “Don’t give me that, Saotome,” she said. Stumbling toward the washroom, she said, “What sort of slave would I be if I didn’t keep you company while you abuse yourself” Nabiki obstinately ignored the feeling of happiness her words generated in Ranma. Bad enough she had to get up, she wasn’t going to enjoy it as well.
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Akane returned from her morning run, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat. It had been a good morning. She’d spotted Kodachi in time to detour and left her old friend lurking in her alley while she continued on uninterrupted. A loud yell caused her head to snap to the side as she walked through the gate.
Akane’s eyes widened as she saw Ranma pushing on Nabiki’s legs. Her sister was laying on her back, and Ranma was standing over her, holding an ankle in each hand as he forced Nabiki to stretch her legs back and out. The yell that had attracted her attention had come from Nabiki.
“Are you planning on making a wish, Saotome!?” Nabiki yelled, trying to pull her legs free from Ranma’s hands.
“You got to stretch out, or you’re going to be even more sore later,” was Ranma’s calm reply as he continued to force Nabiki’s legs back against their limits.
“He’s right, Nabiki,” Akane said, walking over to them. Her face showed a hint of envy at Nabiki’s position. “You’re lucky you have a master who cares about your physical fitness.” She looked at Ranma with wide eyes. “If I had a master like that. I’d never protest if he tried to make me better.” Her Gi top was gapping open, and she felt satisfaction when she saw Ranma’s eyes dart downward to take in her sweaty breasts.
“Don’t you mean just, make me?” Nabiki said with a sour tone. She yanked a foot out of Ranma’s suddenly slake grip, and drove it toward his groin.
Ranma twisted slightly to the side, letting Nabiki’s foot bounce of his rock hard thigh. “Look’s like you’re ready for some sparring,” he said in a cheerful voice, his attention pulling away from Akane. He reached down and took hold of Nabiki, pulling her to her feet.
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Akane sat on the porch Nabiki lay beside her, panting for breath, sweat pouring off her body and soaking her white slave shift. “He’s trying to kill me,” Nabiki said breathlessly.
Akane ignored her sister. Her eyes were on Ranma as he did a complex Kata. Every now and then he’s lose the rhythm, curse, and then start over. Akane didn’t hold his errors against him. She didn’t know a single martial artist who could have gotten through the complicated pattern unblemished. She certainly couldn’t.
She tried to console herself that it was because it was a Kata that focused on jumping and air born attacks, while her style was more solid and grounded, but her rational rang hollow. The fact was, he was good, really good. And that was depressing.
Obviously he had no interest in her, or else he would have taken her challenge yesterday. And if he had, it would have been her, and not Nabiki yelling out last night as Ranma fucked her over and over again.
She gazed at his perfect body as he flew through the air, kicking and punching. She scowled, and sat up straighter. So what if he hadn’t wanted her yesterday. He barely knew her. She show him. She’d convince him yet to fight her.
Back from the porch behind Nabiki and Akane, No-chan watched Ranma dance through the air with wide eyes, his lithe body twisting and turning and bending as if he had no bones. Drool pooled in her mouth as she recalled the noises coming from Ranma’s room the night before. Noises she’d just happened to hear as she walked past, and took a break for a few minutes outside the door to his suite.
Ranma was so manly. So many years as a house slave, taking the few scraps of affection Soun could spare, had left her with a burning desire to once more have a true master of her own. But, not just any master. One she could trust not to sell her just as she started to settle into her new life. Someone like Ranma, who would never do such a thing to her, she just knew it. He was to manly to do something like that. All she needed was to convince him of that.
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