Senshi of Love: The Devlin is in the details. [Episode 121620]

Ranma skimmed across the rooftops with her usual casual grace, carelessly flashing any pedestrians who might glance up as she passed overhead.   Ranma had no sense of feminine modesty, but there was nothing new about that.   Her short skirt flipped up as she plunged feet first into a hotel’s second floor balcony.   She smoothed it out with one hand, adjusted her hair, then knocked on the glass door.   “Cathouse delivery!   One chicken bowl special!”

The door opened a moment later and the elderly gaijin businessman in a bathrobe and wet hair peered out in surprise, then ushered her in.   “Uh, that was faster than I expected!   Less than ten minutes and, well.   Ah, just set it on the table, I’ll get my wallet.”

Ranma waltzed in and bent at the waist to deposit the bowl on the table with a flourish.   “Nothing beats a martial arts delivery cat-girl!”   She turned on the spot and waited pointedly.   “Ahem, do you want to pay now?”

“Uh!   Right, right.”   The man started out of his reverie and wandered out of the room for a moment to return with a billfold.   “Uhn, perhaps I should give you a tip for rapid delivery?”

Ranma’s tail began to twitch.   “That won’t be necessary, Sir.”

“No, no, I insist,” the man insisted and pulled a coin out of the wallet’s pouch so hastily it flipped across the room to land behind Ranma.   “Er, sorry about that.”

“Forget about it,” Ranma shrugged and held out her hand.

The man sighed and paid his bill.   Ranma’s hand blurred as she tucked it away faster than they naked eye could follow.   The business man tried, and sweated as he imagined where she could have hidden the money so quickly.   “Thank you,” Ranma smiled and flounced across the room.   “Please call again.”

“Wait!” the man exclaimed as she passed, and he pounced, “this dream can’t end yet!”

Ranma’s tail twitched furiously, but Cologne had drummed it into her head repeatedly that she mustn’t hit the customers even when so provoked.   It had taken some drumming, but Ranma had finally gotten the point that not beating up the customers avoided headaches later on.

“(Soul of Ice!   Soul of Ice!)   Hey there, Mr. Grabby, hands off the merchandise.   Those tracts of land are private property!   (Soul of Ice!   Soul of Ice!)”

“Oh, but they are so firm and round, I can't resist,” the man insisted as he pulled her into his chest and rubbed up against her.   &rlquo;Simply irresistable!  This is such a lovely wet dream.”

Ranma’ tail twitched something fierce, but she had been well trained.   Still, there were limits.   “Buster, if you don’t, uh, let go, you’re, ah, going to, oh, feel my, ayiyi, claws!”   Ranma pursed her lips and frowned.   It wasn’t right; only Kasumi’s hands and tentacles were supposed to make her feel that way and that was okay because Kasumi was a girl!   She shouldn’t, couldn’t, be reacting so to a man’s hands and cock.

“(Damn you, Ryoga Hibiki!   This is all your fault!)” Ranma moaned.

“What was that?” Ryoga wondered.

“Whaff?” Akane asked around a full mouth.

“Ah, never mind,” Ryoga sighed.   “Everything is great.   Why would I feel a distubance in the force now?”

Akane stopped sucking to mutter, “I dunno.   You want a suck of this?”

“Sure!”Ryoga exclaimed happily and slurped on her creamy treat.   “Ah, ice cream, babes in four-piece bikinis–life just doesn’t get any better than this.   What could go wrong!”

“So we're agreed,” Devlin summarised.   “In return for a life of luxury and excess–”

“Success,” Nabiki corrected.

“Whatever,” Devlin agreed, “in return for this lifestyle, you agree to give me yout virginity and collect sex energy for me.”

“Right, you take my virginity and any excess sex energy,” Nabiki agreed, ’and never my soul.   In return, I get whatever I want out of life.   There’s just one thing.”

“What thing?” demanded the youma.

“What assurances do I get?” the girl expounded.   ”How do I know you”ll keep up your end and not screw me over?”

“What assurances do I get that you’ll screw me?” Devlin countered.   “I mean, I’m a demon of my word, but how do I know you’ll put out?”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s arse is going on the line,’ Nabiki countered.   “Litterally.   I’m bargaining with my body here but what assets are you bringing to the table, huh?”   She guestured to the cardboard soapbox.   ”I mean, this isn't exactly an impressive office space.   How do I know you can live up to your word, Mr Demon?”

“Wealth and fortune mean little to me,” Devlin pointificated, “I’m just in this for the power.   I get power from sex energy, so the more orgasmic energy you give me, the more power I have to give you the unimportant material things you want.   It’s simple echo-gnomics.”

“So you’re saying I have to put out before you do?   No way!   This is my one and only cherry you want to pick.   I’m not going to spend it until I know it’s gonna be worth it, and I don’t sell myself cheap.”

“So you want to try before you buy?” Devlin sighed.   “Fair enough, but first I have to check your authenticity.”

“What do you mean by that?’ Nabiki asked, then exclaimed, “hey!” when he clicked his fingers and her clothes exploded.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit,” Devlin explained as he stepped out from behind the box and loomed over her.   He seemed a lot more impressive up close and personal, and being suddenly naked did not help calm Nabiki’s nerves.

“Now, what are you going to, ayieee!” Nabiki squealed as Devlin yanked her to her feet by one arm, and plunged his fingers into her crotch.   “Stop!   Ahre!  Don’t!  Stop!   Nooo!   Don’t stop!   Ahre!’

“A genuine virgin!  Devlin sparkled as he dropped Nabiki and danced for joy.   “ Kyyaaaa!   Incredible!   I've never had a real naive virgin before!   All we have in the hentai-youma dimention is wanton sluts!”

“Whatever,” Nabiki panted and attempted to recover her composure.   “Now that you’ve had your, ahm, free sample, how about mine?”

“Anything you wish, my virgin princess!”

“(Now, this freak is really starting to scare me,)” Nabiki thought.   “So, ah, anything I wish, huh?”

“(Doh!   I was so overcome by her virgin power I slipped up.   Still…)” Devlin castigated himself, then tried to play it cool.   “Yeah, sure.   Any little thing you want for a free demonstration.”