[Episode 135977] [Episode 135977]The problem was that he was too amped up at the moment to think of getting any sleep. Being in that sort of situation was a major shock to his system, and just trying to get out of it without offending someone had taken a lot of effort. So nerves combined with the natural reactions to such a position created a knot of tension in his gut that he was to confused to deal with.
That was why, when he was not a big reader, he looked around for a book or something to flip through, if only to get his mind off of what had been happening recently. Unfortunately, his father had always seen distractions to the Art as being relatively pointless, and had never really thought to bring his only child to a newstand for more than a snack, never mind a bookstore. He was left with only one thing to read, which wasn't really much of a help when he considered what it was.
Reluctantly he picked up the three folders and flipped through each of them. As expected, they were mainly forms that gave the basics about each girl, like birthdate, blood type, and even their three sizes. The latter was a bit of a surprise to him, but then he realised that some Owners wanted only girls with certain shapes, or liked to put their slaves in uniforms, from maid's outfits to personally designed clothing, and would need to know what sizes that person would need to wear. But his mind saw that trio of numbers and didn't go on past their shoe sizes to their educations.
He was too busy putting those numbers up in comparision with what he remembered, even though he knew that was just not what he wanted to do. However, his mind had made the assocciation, and his eyes lost their focus as he began to think back to only a little while earlier...
"But I've already washed myself!" Ranma protested as he stared wide eyed on the girl with the washcloth advancing on him.
Kasumi stopped and pursed her lips. "You did?"
"Uh-huh. Washed up outside, and then sat down for a nice soak. So I don't need help bathing. Nope. Not me."
"Oh. Well, perhaps I could help you next time. It is part of what we are to do for you."
"Bathing me?" he squeaked and tried not to note how she managed look demure even though her slim body didn't have a stitch on.
"Exactly, and we simply can not shirk our duties. It wouldn't be proper."
"What's the matter Master?" Nabiki asked with a smirk as she knelt and leaned her forearms on the edge of the tub so that her full breasts pillowed against them. "Don't you like the idea of having a pretty girl want to wash your body?"
"No! Well, um... That's is... This is not... Oh, man..."
"Aww... poor Master..."
"What are you talking about Nabiki?" her younger sister muttered nervously.
The middle Tendo daughter smiled softly as she used the fingers of one hand to play with their Owner's hair. "The guy's probably been kept always training to fight, so he's all nervous about doing things right for his slaves. But I've got an idea for making him comfortable."
"You do?"
"Of course. It just takes a bit of thinking."
"And your idea is?"
"We could always help him enjoy this a lot, like... drying him off after his bath," Nabiki murmured as she got up and sauntered over to the towels with a definitely sensual swing to her firm buttocks.
"I can... do it myself," their Master choked out, his eyes following the movement of the taut rear globes being shown off for his perusal.
"Oh, nonsense. We are your slaves, remember? It's our purpose to make sure that you're taken care of."
"Eeep... I... I... Think that I'll just stay here for a little bit..."
"Are you sure? If you are, we can do it later..."
"I... I am..."
"Okay then," Nabiki said, and turned back to step over to the tub. "We'll just have to see what you might like doing with us."
Looking up at the short haired girl, Ranma found that he could clearly see the folds of her womanhood, not that he had to try as the angle did it for him, but he still felt guilty about that. So he looked higher, and glanced at the supple breasts she seemed to be inviting him to gaze at before he jerked himself up to look at where a sensuous smile was curving her soft lips.
"You seem tense Master," Kasumi murmured as she knelt before him. "Let me see if I can help you."
"Ummm... Okay..."
She smiled kindly at him, and didn't seem to care that her own sizeable cleavage swung as she moved towards him. Instead, she was concentrating on using her long fingers to massage all the tightness out of his body. Her soft touch went all along the hard muscles of his chest, smoothing away a lot of the aches he'd gotten during his travels, but she also succeeded in bringing a whole new tenseness to his body. "My word... It looks like you're very... stiff."
"Please don't say that right now."
"Certainly. If that's what you want..."
"It is. I just want to sit in the tub, and enjoy a peaceful moment..."
"Ahh... Then you will get it," Kasumi told him and sat next to him. When she was nice and settled, he thought that he could breathe a bit easier, but she gently tugged him over to sit in her lap. He was so shocked by the act that he let her do it, and he wound up in a position that wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. It was nice and oddly soothing, but the feel of her bosom with their hardened nipples pressing against against his back was a definite reminder that the soft body behind him was not just another bather.
And then Nabiki seemed to decide to join in, and got into the bath so that she could cuddle against his side. Her breasts pillowed around one of his arms, and she let one of her legs rub up against him. There was no doubting how open she was, but between her and the quiet comfort her elder sister was giving him, he was finding it hard to think of either of them and relax at the same time.
So he turned his attention to his third slave girl, and saw that she had reluctantly joined them in the tub. She was clearly intent on sitting apart from them, but for some reason she kept on looking at him when she seemed to want to not look. Any attempt she made in covering herself up was just as problematic, as the arm across her cleavage pressed the pert mounds together, and made it clear that she couldn't be called flat chested. Then there was the hand that she had cupping between her legs, but one could see how her neatly trimmed muff was peeking out from behind her fingers. Despite her seeming desire to hide herself, she was bringing attention to the parts that she wanted unseen, and with her lithely muscled body, that was not exactly helpful for a boy who'd prefer not to think perverted thoughts at the moment.
Left with no other options, he decided let things stay for until the end of the bath, and stifled a whimper as he tried to stare at the ceiling and not look at the trio of attractive girls, who he was pretty sure were full-use, and were all his.
Shaking himself free of the memories, Ranma closed the files, and stuck them safely in his pack. If read any more, he'd be imagining more, and he didn't want that at the moment. Parts of him were entirely too tense at the moment, and he wanted to relax. He might have been able to relieve his current situation in other ways, but he wasn't quite sure what he thought of that.
With a stiffening of his resolve, he pulled out his bedroll, and prepared it so that he could take his nap. He climbed into it, and lay his head down, closing his eyes as he did so. The problem was that he could still feel the situation bearing down on him, and so it was a bit of a problem to get himself to ease into slumber.
Pounding on his pillow with one fist to fluff it, he turned on his side, and tried to make himself sleep, while:
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