[Episode 139719] [Episode 139719]Having found his goal, the youth ditched his pack and proceeded to try to squash Ranma Saotome with his umbrella by attacking with the sun at his back.
Ranma looked over his attacker, resting in the bottom of a two meter wide crater. He was slightly taller than Ranma, wearing a black-spotted bandana, wearing well-worn clothes including baggy pants and heavy duty boots. He was carrying a red cha-no-ya umbrella which was obviously not really constructed of bamboo and red paper, considering the crater it formed.
Ryouga complained about Ranma's past actions, but refused to justify his actions,
Public opinion was running against Ryouga, and not just with the boy he threateningly asked for directions. Ryouga blamed Ranma for running out on their fight while everyone else placed the blame on Ryouga. Ryouga also justified his attack on something else he blamed Ranma for, but refused to tell anyone what it was. Popular opinion agreed that whatever it was, it was probably the violent, psychotic stranger rather than their school's best fighter.
The theories ranged from failing to say "bless you" when Ryouga sneezed to breaking Ryouga's heart, when Ranma casually let drop in front of Ryouga that Ranma was heterosexual.
They were, of course, being unfair to Ryouga. After all, after he missed his battle with Ranma, he freely admitted to himself that it was his fault he missed it. In fact, he felt he had so badly insulted Ranma by failing to show up that he followed Ranma to China to regain his honor, tarnished by his tardiness. After all, Ryouga had demanded Ranma attend, and then Ryouga failed to show up.
But over the two years, his thoughts on the matter drifted so slowly he didn't notice. He started dwelling on how a little more effort on Ranma's part, would have prevented his dishonorable action. If Ranma had stayed, Ryouga wouldn't have needed to go on this trip. And since Ranma was a sort of friend, shouldn't he have been willing to sacrifice a little of his time for Ryouga?
Granted he was four days late, but if Ryouga could spend months tracking Ranma down to apologize, couldn't he have waited four measly days? It was selfishness or thoughtlessness on Ranma's part which lead to this. All these hardships, which Ranma could have made unnecessary. What kind of friend does that?
No, Ranma's no friend, he's the cause of all this! Ryouga never considered that if he had really thought Ranma had run out of their fight, he could have called himself the victor, and not bothered pursuing Ranma.
Instead the school was presented with his absurd accusation which none of them could understand, and a hidden accusation that they assumed was just as bad, if not worse.
Everything proceeded more or less as expected until Ryouga got himself lost.
While his audience was still trying to understand what just happened, another stranger walked up to Ranma, and got his attention. He was a tanned Caucasian who was also wearing well worn traveling clothes, and sporting a large straw sun hat.
"Excuse the interruption, heart-face, but did you happen to see a jolly little butch omie carrying a red umbrella, wearing a leopard skin bandana? I swear that boy is trying way too hard to blend. Anyway, this nice palone running the bakery down the street, do you know it? It has the most darling display of quasi French pastry. Well, she's obviously does her best. It's not like you can get Guernsey butter over here. Anyway, she said she saw him just a few minutes ahead of me asking for directions to the school, and did you know? He actually headed in the right direction? I almost thought I had the wrong person, but she mentioned his cute little fangs, and tight bum, although his baggy trousers don't do it justice, so I hurried over here as quickly as I could, although these boots are a pain, but it can't be helped. C'est la vie. That's your actual French, you know. I'm nothing if not versatile. Don't keep me in suspense, have you seen him?"
Ranma, along with the rest of the students nodded. "Well, which way did he go?"
The entire school pointed.
"Well, I must dash. It's been fun. I'll try to stop by next time I'm in the neighborhood. Ta ta."
Akane walked up to Ranma, "what just happened?"
"I've no idea"
On the way home, Akane dropped off the leather jacket to be cleaned, but once it was ready, she'd go back to wearing it to school, and if the teachers didn't like it, well, they could decide between letting her behave the way she wanted, or they could crack down on the other students. She was done with behaving while putting up with other's unfair demands.
Maybe she should look out for more leather clad muggers and rapists, she could get jackets for her friends. Genuine criminal pelts, because martial artists are at the top of the food chain.
If she was going to be a target or a stalking horse for the underworld, perhaps she ought to have her jacket embroidered "Dangerous Damsel in Distress." Naw. Sounds too much like a rock band. Besides, the only distress she was in consisted of being chased by police while improperly dressed through the park.
Meanwhile, Nabiki had convinced herself that her current trip to the "Elegant Pussy Cat" (formally the "Hot 'n' Horny Love Shack," a name that didn't enamor a reserved Japanese clientele) was a matter of blase indifference. There was no reason, she kept telling herself, that she should be embarrassed to go to the shop. After all, she was taking a mature response to her sexuality. Not like other girls who risked getting knocked up. She might have been more believable if she didn't need to keep telling herself this every fifteen feet.
She entered the store with an air of absolute indifference, which might have been believable if she didn't look like she wanted people to know she was indifferent, and if she didn't look both ways down the street before entering.
Her first stop was the section which she felt most comfortable thinking about. The display case from which she selected the only sex toy she owned, the vibrator she had at home. With the eye of a phony connoisseur she examined the products and decided that the one she already owned was the right size for her.
She snickered at some of the pencil-thin ones, before realizing they were intended for anal usage, and not designed for people unable or unwilling to handle a real-sized toy. Near these were the butt-plugs, from tiny ones she wasn't sure would be worth buying, to ones apparently designed for pachyderms, or as a coffee-table decoration.
A latex one about half the width of her dildo interested her. It was designed to accept a vibrating item. But she kept looking.
The anal beads looked like they might be safer, but they struck her as the kind of toy more fun with a real partner, and she hadn't anyone for that. Even if she were technically engaged to Ranma, and did have dreams of him bringing her to pleasure repeatedly. In reality, he struck her as hopelessly naive, maybe he could be groomed as a lover, but if she chose him she might have to marry him, and she wasn't going to get stuck with a dumb jock.
Still, he had a body worth dreaming about.
Over on the other side of the dildos, she found the small rotors. Remote or wire controlled mini-vibrators that could be used on different parts of the body.
She considered a pair, obviously intended to be worn in the bra. Flat piezoelectric metal-ceramic disks that could, with difficulty, be worn discretely during the day, and another more powerful pair that could only be worn in the privacy of her room, but were much stronger.
Then there were the rotors designed to be inserted. the idea of walking around all day with a golf ball sized vibrator sitting inside her, and the controls in her pocket really excited her, but which model should she buy? The radio controlled was weaker, with less battery life, but she could in theory give the remote to someone else to play with. The wire-connected one could use powerful batteries in the controls.
She didn't have a hubby; she'd choose the wired one over the radio. Why, with fresh batteries, she could run it all day.
Then there were the butterflies. Designed to sit outside of the body, but in the underwear to vibrate against the clitoris.
Decisions, decisions, and she hadn't looked at anything besides the counter yet. Her goal had been to find something for use at home, but the idea of being stimulated throughout the schoolday, perhaps even orgasming in class without anyone else noticing, had really gotten her imagination going.
She completely dismissed the section designed around piercing. There were so many items she could buy designed to directly pleasure her body, she wasn't about to try something that was merely kinky, or might be fun if she had a partner, or might just hurt. Wait until she had a lover before considering a tongue stud, or better yet, get it for her lover.
Likewise, the double ended dildos didn't do anything for her. She fantasized about men. If a woman wanted to try something with her, she'd consider it on a case by case basis, but she wasn't going to waste this shopping trip picking up something she might never want to use. But that didn't stop her from familiarizing herself about what was available.
The harnesses, the outfits, and the bondage gear were likewise not for purchase. Erotica around the subject would be considered. There was alot to choose from. Maybe not this trip, though. Lately her imagination has been more than enough to get her horny whenever she wanted to be. She didn't need eye-candy when Ranma was living with them, and sexual thoughts kept suggesting themselves.
What she needed were devices to keep her happy enough not to consider going after a real person. Someday she'd find a partner she could trust, but until then, she'd rely on herself and her toys. In the back were the high end sex toys. Things to sit on that required over a half dozen different motors to control the motions. Said to be more stimulating in more ways than a human could be, and with a quarter of a million yen price tag. Maybe if she were still single after college.
Finally she came to the items that used electricity directly. The violet wands and other Tesla coils, but these too seemed of little use to a person playing by herself. The same problems applied to the massage items and floggers.
No, her new toy would definitely come from something in the counter. It would vibrate, but which should she purchase? She could always get more later.
Meanwhile, Ranma knocked on Akane's bedroom door.
"Come in!"
"Hey Akane, wanna pull a prank on some of the perverts in our class."
"What do you have in mind?"
"It seems some of the guys decided I'm some kind of hot shot ninja because I vanished when I hit that pool, and they decided I'm supposed ta help them act like jerks."
"You didn't explain it to them?"
"I don't like talking about it much, and after having left the rumors run wild for a day, everyone has their favorite, and no one wants ta hear the truth. Anyway, they figure that I can go wherever I want invisibly, so of course they want candid nude pictures of girls."
"They sent you to photograph me?" Akane was furious. This was what she knew the hentai horde was striving for.
"Naw, they're not brave enough for that. If photos inside the dojo started circulating, everyone involved would be caught. They want photos that they can deny knowing anything about. They tried ta get me ta hide in your locker room, and photograph all you girls changing clothes."
"And how were they trying to convince you?" Akane's anger was barely being held in check. If Ranma answered this question wrong, she was ready to clobber him for his part in all this.
Ranma understood Akane's anger, and dismissed it. Of course she was angry with the guys. He had no idea she might also find fault with him over it. "At first a group tried ta gang up and threatened me, but when that failed, they started nagging on, and on, and on. I'd probably still be listening ta them beg if I didn't have this idea I thought you'd like.
"What's your idea?"
You tell all our female classmates about it, and have them make up signs, like "Jiro, you shit; I know where you live." and "Little boys need photos, real men ask us on dates". Then before anyone starts changin' you take a whole roll of photos of angry girls holding threatening signs, and then give me back the camera to return it. They'll be so eager ta get the film developed, only ta get threatening pictures."
For the first time, Ranma saw Akane simultaneously furious, and smiling. It wasn't a sight for the weak at heart. "Tell Nabiki tonight! We'll do it, but let her also take some more photos, so if the perverts destroy all the prints, we can circulate our own copies to get even."
"Great. Maybe this will get the rest of the perverts off of my back."
"Why? What else are they doing?"
"Trying to find out what you and your sisters are like at home. What you wear around the house. Stupid private stuff."
"What have you been telling them?"
"Nothing! Well, at first I thought they were trying to be friendly; I described what you three wore the day I arrived. But then they started asking about pajamas and bathrobes, so from then on, I just answer 'None of your business.'"
"Good! Don't tell them anything. They make me so mad! That's it! I'm going to make my own sign! 'Free Pervert Gelding!' I wonder how much it would cost to make a banner. We could hang it on the school after the photos come out!"
"You're vicious. I'm glad you're on my side."
"In this fight, it's girls against the perverts, so I'm not on your side, you're on our side."
"Hey! I'm not a girl!"
"Of course not! You've just joined the morally just side as an ally. Non-pervert males start out neutral. It's just that there are so few of them at Furinkan."
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